Storiesonline.net ------- Tom Billionaire by bluedragon Copyright© 2010 by bluedragon ------- Description: Fourth Book in the John Billionaire Series. The story of one Tom Eriksen, a wealthy billionaire who has suffered great tragedy despite his financial success. Abandoned by those he loves and shunning those that still care about him, he sets off to drown his sorrows in a sea of sexual excess and hedonistic pleasure. But some old friends will remind him who he really is. Codes: MF FF Mult cons non-con rape dru group orgy harem poly oral anal creampie BBr violent ------- ------- The following story follows directly after "John Billionaire", "Jeff Thousandaire", and "A Billionaire's Life". This story assumes you know the primary characters from that series. Familiarity with those stories IS a requirement. If you haven't already read them, don't bother trying to read this one. ------- Chapter 1: Mykonos -- MONDAY, JUNE, MYKONOS, GREECE -- "Mmm ... Your cock is so delicious." The gorgeous babe rolled her soft brown eyes up, staring adoringly at me while she lavished my stiff prick with her considerable oral expertise. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in soft waves to either side of her sharp, angular face, bouncing lightly with her head-bobbing motions. Her sculpted, dark eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Keeping her gaze on me, she went up and down slowly, sucking with exquisite force and using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft. After the first few pulls, she took a deep breath and then obviously relaxed herself, focusing downward as she swallowed me to the root, using her throat muscles to massage the head of my prick while rolling her eyes back up to see my reaction. I simply smiled and stroked her hair. The beautiful young woman pulled off to gulp some oxygen before deep-throating me once again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. The girl had an intensity about her. You could see the focus and attention she put into pleasing me, determined to make an impression. She'd made an impression alright. I'd first seen Vivienne on Paradise Beach, Mykonos, Greece. Like most of the other vacationing Europeans, she was clad in a barely-there bikini designed to attract as much attention as possible to her absolutely incredible body. Standing 5'9" (or 1.8 metres, as she put it), her legs were long, lithe, and incredibly toned. Her hips were shapely without being overly large. She had a narrow waist and a flat tummy. And her tits were over- proportionally large for her slender frame. I wanted to bury my face into her cleavage the moment I saw her, and from some of the attention she was getting from other men around, I wasn't the only one. On top of all that, she had a well- chiseled face, with angular cheekbones and a sharp beauty that simply drew one's attention to her as if she were magnetic, even at the expense of any girls around her. In a sea of nubile girls all over the beach, Vivienne stood out above the rest, with a body that would have made the ancient Greek sculptors drool with envy. And in my perpetual mood of hedonistic narcissism, I just HAD to have her, regardless of any potential consequences. So I had my attendant staff set me up well within view of Vivienne and her companions, three other nubile examples of youthful, female beauty. They, as well as many others around, couldn't help but glance over as my uniformed attendants arranged three lounge chairs, a large canopy sunshade, and a small table on which to put my drinks of choice. Everything gleamed of the finest materials and expensive fabrics. By contrast, the four girls reclined together on simple beach towels with no additional equipment. We were at the far Eastern edge of Paradise Beach, and while the Greek Tourism Board supplied a large number of "sun beds" and umbrellas in the middle of the beach, it was the height of the busy season and they were all already taken. After patiently waiting, I stepped forward and settled into the center lounge chair. Immediately following me was my valet, a gorgeous young Greek woman whose ample tits threatened to burst over the top of her skimpy bikini, as starkly white as the buildings of Santorini. She set my drink on the small table along with a bottle of water for herself, and then knelt in the sand beside my chair. "How may I serve you, sir?" she asked with a thick accent, her dark brown eyes dancing. I let my gaze run down to the obvious cleavage she was showing me in this position, neatly framed by her curly dark hair cascading over her shoulders. I thought about how she had already "served" me just last night, her legs in the air as I pounded her cunt without mercy until I blasted wave after wave of hot spunk into the back of her womb. But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had other targets in mind. "Nothing for now, Evania," I said gently, and then waved to the lounge chair on my left, separated from me by the cocktail table. My beautiful valet nodded and slid onto the chair, pulling her shapely legs together and bent at the knees as she turned onto her side to watch me attentively. I glanced over just as she wrapped an arm around her torso, a motion which compressed her big tits together for my viewing pleasure. Meanwhile, I snuck a glance over to Vivienne and her companions, my gaze hidden behind my Cartier sunglasses. The elaborate beach setup and uniformed attendants had gotten her attention. Everything screamed money, perhaps unsubtly; but then I didn't want to waste time with subtlety. The third lounge chair seemed to pique Vivienne's interest, especially since it appeared that I had only the one companion. And more to the point, Evania was clearly in a subservient role and separated from my chair by the table. The chair immediately to my right remained unoccupied, and perhaps the gorgeous dirty-blonde couldn't help but momentarily imagine herself relaxing in it. I smiled and then reclined back into my chair, sinking deep into its plush cushioning and letting my legs stretch out. But then on a whim, I raised my sunglasses up and turned my head to find my beautiful brunette valet still watching me attentively, just in case I needed her services. With a smile, I ordered gently, "Evania, remove your top." She smiled, pearly teeth sparkling as she turned and reached back to unhook herself. The sheer size of her tits popped the pure white fabric forward as soon as the clasp was released, and after undoing the simple knot behind her neck, her large and pleasantly rounded breasts were left bare for anyone to see, her dark nipples already hardening in arousal. Given that a decent percentage of women on this beach were topless, Evania's little move didn't attract TOO much attention. Still, many men couldn't help but glance over. And to my delight, Vivienne was similarly glancing over with some jealousy. Up until now, she'd been fully aware she was the most attractive thing in a hundred meter radius. But now, with Evania's darker beauty and unfettered tits, she had some competition. I knew Vivienne's type. She was energized and aroused by the rush of knowing she had a man's attention, and to lose it was something she simply did not want to deal with. So to my delight and pleasure, Vivienne lay back and unhooked her own bikini top, stripping away the blue and white garment to reveal her prodigious bosoms to anyone who cared to look. And they were certainly worth the look. High, firm, round ... simply a gorgeous pair of melons. She then leaned back, planting her hands behind her and thrusting her chest into the air. I saw the corners of her lips rising in a smile as she knew she'd once again drawn the attention of the majority of males in the vicinity, including me. This was a girl ready and willing to play, and I felt a stirring in my loins as my heartbeat accelerated in excitement. Now I really had to have her. So I curled my finger to Evania, and once my valet was again kneeling in the sand between our two lounge chairs, I leaned forward and whispered to her my instructions. She smiled in understanding. After all, this wasn't the first time we were doing this. After retrieving four glasses of ouzo from our attendants, Evania, still topless, sauntered over to the girls with the tray. The four young vacationers at first looked quite surprised when the gorgeous Greek woman knelt beside them. But with some mild conversation, the girls graciously accepted the drinks. A few minutes after that, my lovely valet succeeded in inviting them to join us, and the four young ladies picked up their beach towels and moved to spread them out in front of my lounge chairs, comfortably shielded from the sun by my overhead canopy. One girl, a green-eyed, shoulder-length blonde, seemed the most reluctant and deliberately placed her towel the furthest away from me. I knew that Evania had stated my intentions clearly: That I just wanted the pleasure of their company on the beach and in return, my attendants would provide to all their needs. Indeed, more drinks, snacks, and umbrellas were soon arriving, although there were no additional lounge chairs coming. But still, the blonde girl instinctively knew that while I didn't necessarily expect anything more than conversation from them, I certainly wanted more. It was a game I'd already played twice this trip. I had plenty of money and not enough companionship. I started at Naoussa, on Paros, letting native-Greek Evania show me the way. It took some time, but eventually I landed two beautiful local girls, the pair of them looking for a chance to get away from home for a while. They certainly got their wish, and neither girl spent much time with their clothes on while we cruised all around the Mediterranean for close to a month. They got to explore the world just beyond their usual reach, and I was kept well- satisfied with young pussy whenever I wanted it. But eventually the girls got homesick and we returned them back to Naoussa, full of cum but none the worse for wear. After a couple of weeks break, it was Evania's suggestion to hit a bigger "tourist" spot. The durations might be shorter and expenses higher, but the experience certainly promised to be wilder. At Ibiza, Spain, I'd picked up a trio of young university-age girls on holiday. They had little money and were originally staying at a hostel rather far from the beach. But instead of spending their weeklong holiday at the hostel, the three of them moved onto my yacht and allowed me to shower them with clothes, dinners, and expensive gifts. And I spent their weeklong holiday fucking all three of them within an inch of their lives. Ultimately, they returned home with pleasant memories and I took another couple of weeks to rest with Evania in Greece. But then it was time to start again. I rather enjoyed how things had worked out at Ibiza, and Evania promised me that Mykonos was every bit the equal as a place to find gorgeous young girls ready to party. She was right. Yesterday, Evania and I were at the Western end of Paradise Beach. We'd attracted another trio of girls, and by the end of the afternoon two of them certainly seemed willing to spend the next several days with me. But one of the girls was absolutely terrified of going off with a total stranger and ultimately, none of them joined me. In retrospect, I'm rather glad they didn't. Otherwise, I never would have met Vivienne. And Vivienne seemed just as interested to meet me. The gorgeous dirty-blonde bombshell placed her blanket immediately at the foot of my lounge chair, then sat down with her legs folded to the side while leaning on one arm, bending forward to profile her naked tits for maximum appeal. I couldn't yet see her eyes because of her black Gucci sunglasses, but there was no mistaking the smile on her face. "So," she began in an amused but firm voice, with a noticeable but not unmanageable French accent. "I would like to thank you for the drink, but I make it a point not to accept gifts from strangers." "My name is Tomas Eriksen," I said gently, holding up my own drink in a 'cheers' gesture. "But you can call me Tom. Now we are not strangers." "Santé, Tom." Vivienne pronounced it 'Tohm' — like 'tome' with an extra breath of 'huh' before the 'o' — and smiled showing off twin rows of perfect teeth. She raised her glass and took a sip before smirking. "Although you do not look Scandinavian. You are American?" I reached up to touch my dark hair, frosted with blonde tips, and my decidedly more Eastern features. At least I had the blue eyes. "Yes, American. And my mother is NOT Scandinavian," I noted. "Ah." The dirty-blonde then canted her head and gestured with her glass to her naked chest. "I am Vivienne," she finally told me her name. Then she swept her hand out to introduce the rest of her friends. Cecile was the shoulder-length blonde who was still suspicious of my motives. Lucette was a slender brunette with big, brown doe eyes. And Aveline was a busty, blue-eyed redhead with a wide mouth and a predatory expression. The four of them were old friends who were reuniting two years after graduating from the Université de Bourgogne. Vivienne and Aveline were best friends who had settled into jobs nearby their school in Dijon, Eastern France. Lucette and Cecile had each returned to their hometowns, and this was the first time all four of them were together again. They had already spent two nights in Mykonos drinking and partying, and as Vivienne put it, were "looking for our next adventure" for the remaining five nights they had left. Collectively, the girls reminded me of twenty-something Midwestern-Americans, eager to get the hell out of Kansas. They were country girls seeking the energy of bright lights, pumping music, and the appearance of being "sophisticated". Well, they were going to get all the adventure they wanted with me. The conversation flowed easily, despite the differences with accents. I made it a point to involve all four girls, Cecile perhaps being the least experienced with English and therefore the most hesitant of the French girls. But after an hour of me staying in my seat and keeping my hands to myself (along with round after round of drinks), even she started to loosen up. I flirted with the four of them and started dropping sexual innuendos into the conversation. Jokes went around about me keeping up with the four of them, and I retorted that even if I took them all on at once, at the end of the evening I would be the only one left standing. That led to jokes about me being an old man and it eventually coming out that I was 32 while the four of them were either 23 or 24. But I promised them I was very fit for my advanced age. From my well-toned body born of the daily workouts with a personal trainer available to someone of wealth like me, the girls seemed to agree. After the first hour, the redhead Aveline had moved up alongside Vivienne and lost her bikini top. Her tits, while not quite as large as her best friend's, were still quite big and round. Then Lucette shyly shed her top and revealed her very perky B-cups. And egged on by her friends, eventually Cecile stripped down as well to show that she had quite healthy natural C-cups of her own, capped with pretty, pale, pink nipples. It was time for an afternoon snack then, and the girls oohed and ahhed when my attendants brought us quite the spread. It was a cross-section of food from three nearby cafés, and all four girls rather smugly dug in while basking in the jealous looks of more than a few vacationers around us. We had all the shade, drinks, food, and comfort anyone could want on a beach, far more than the girls were expecting when they woke up this morning. There was an interesting moment when Aveline dripped some mustard onto her left tit, and she moved to take a napkin to clean it up. But reacting quickly, Vivienne reached out and grabbed Aveline's wrist, stopping her motion. Then darting a glance to me to ensure that I was watching, the busty blonde bent over and extended her tongue, swiping up the glob of mustard from the upper slope of her best friend's breast before taking it into her mouth, humming erotically. Lucette looked scandalized. Cecile exclaimed, "Vivi-enne!" And Aveline merely smiled mischievously. Yeah, I think we were all on the same page. I glanced over to Evania who shared my Cheshire smile. By the end of the second hour, I invited Vivienne to take the lounge chair by my side. And knowing everything that such an invitation implied, the gorgeous young woman agreed. None of the other girls protested. It had always been quite clear that Vivienne was the one I wanted most, and for the moment, the other girls just seemed happy to be along for the ride. My placing my hand onto Vivienne's leg without her objection just seemed to validate the direction we were headed. The only thing was: the girls did not yet know I planned to have them all as well. I began by asking, "Do you have plans for tonight?" The girls exchanged glances before Aveline spoke up, "Plans? What fun would a vacation be if we made plans?" She laughed musically, the other girls also joining in. "Well," I brought my hands together, steepling my fingers. "I'm still new to Mykonos and I'm afraid I don't know the best places to go dancing. Would you ladies perhaps like to show me around?" "We would love to," Vivienne was quick to answer before anyone else could raise an objection. "But we would need to return to our hotel to change into more appropriate clothes." It was my turn to smile. "Nonsense. Why don't I just take you lovely ladies shopping? My treat. I'm sure we'll find everything you need." Shopping? Four pairs of eyes lit up in absolute delight. ------- Dresses, shoes, and of course lingerie, which the girls wouldn't let me see (not yet, at least). Plus jewelry. At first, the girls were quite restrained in their selections. After all, they didn't want to upset me. But after my repeated insistence, as well as making several selections on my own and thrusting them at the girls, they got the hint: Money was no object. I was paying. I wanted to spoil my new companions. And as the Euros flew by, I could actually feel the sexual excitement building, just like I wanted. After all, under the right circumstances, shopping can make a girl quite aroused while also subtly instilling them with a sense of gratitude. And all four girls were starting to feel the need to thank me, as evidenced by the way they each began hugging me after I made purchase after purchase after purchase (especially the big jewelry ones). Shopping and changing into their new outfits led us to dinner at the most expensive and upscale restaurant on the island. Dinner led to dancing at a trendy nightclub, during which I finally got to put my hands on Vivienne in a somewhat more intimate manner. Her ass was just as firm as I could have hoped for, and the heat in her eyes made it clear that she would follow me anywhere. "Are you having a good time?" I asked mid-dance. "The best!" Vivienne enthused just before I twirled her and jerked her back, where she literally fell against my chest, giggling happily. I definitely knew her type: young, energetic, and looking for adventure on holiday. She'd come to the beach with the express purpose of hooking up with someone, and from her perspective, she was about to land the whale. I was wealthy, charming, and an excellent dancer. At worst she was going to have a very pleasant hook-up. And if she was really lucky, we might even stay in contact once the holiday was over. As she fingered the pretty necklace I'd bought for her, which likely cost as much money as she made in a month, I could see Euro symbols lighting up in her soft brown eyes. Perhaps she was already dreaming of becoming my next trophy wife. Making my point, Vivienne moved even closer to me with the next dance, wrapping her thighs around my leg and drawing my chest against hers. She held my cheek in one hand and stared intently at me from just centimeters away. "I am having a wonderful time, Tohm," she husked in that alluring accent. "But I think we can have an even better time in your hotel room." And with that, the gorgeous young babe pressed her face forward and pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was a spectacular first kiss. Vivienne had made a wonderful first impression just catching my eye in the first place. Her confident, flirty demeanor had continued to impress me throughout the day. And the intensity and passion of that first kiss would have knocked my socks off, were I wearing any. She was intoxicatingly arousing and I knew that if I let her, she could possibly overwhelm me... ... and that COULDN'T happen. This game I played only worked if I could remain detached, in control of the situation. Vivienne was gorgeous and here for sex and a good time, both of which I would be happy to provide for her. But I couldn't let myself develop strong feelings for her. I couldn't let myself be overwhelmed by my own lust for her, lest I might start making bad decisions. A man like me could be led around by his dick in the hands of a manipulative woman, and I simply had too much to lose to relinquish my control. "Patience," I husked through gritted teeth, pulling my lips away from Vivienne's. "Patience. There is still more dancing to be done." Vivienne looked a little frustrated, panting in obvious arousal. If I wanted, I could probably drag her into a dark alley and have her give me a blowjob right then and there. But that wasn't how I wanted to start things off. I wanted to savor these moments. And I wanted to stay on top of the situation. So in an effort to regain some perspective, I switched away from Vivienne and pulled Lucette into dancing with me. While still a very pretty girl any guy would be happy to have in his arms, the shy brunette wasn't nearly as overwhelming as Vivienne; and I was quickly able to get my heartbeat down to a more manageable pace. Meanwhile, Vivienne started chatting up Evania, not quite grilling my valet about me, but certainly inquisitive to understand the man behind the charming smile and carefree demeanor. I also took turns dancing with each of the other girls, and by now even Cecile was warming to my attentions. She and Lucette seemed to have decided that while I had less-than-platonic intentions, those intentions were mostly focused on Vivienne. With the pressure on them relieved, they started to relax and simply enjoy what they believed to be mild flirting on my part. The only one who started to actually pull away from me was Aveline. She was just as attracted to me as Vivienne was, and quite enthusiastic with her affectionate demonstrations of thanks during our shopping excursion. The busty redhead had spent much of the day attempting to get and hold my attention, almost competing with Vivienne although she never resorted to anything negative. But as the evening wore on it became clear who the focus of my attention was on, and Aveline began looking elsewhere with some disappointment. Realizing I was losing one of them, I moved up to Aveline for the next dance and spun her into my arms. "What's wrong? Are you not enjoying yourself?" "Oh, I am fine," the redhead put on a smile, her blue eyes glinting in the strobing lights amongst the thudding bass beats. "It has been a wonderful day and I want to thank you for these wonderful clothes and these beautiful earrings and necklace, Monsieur Tom." She fingered the jewelry with a smile. "You're welcome," I replied warmly. "And it's just Tom. No 'monsieur'." "It is obvious you are wealthy and can afford to spend money on we who are only friends of the girl you really want." Aveline nodded her head to Vivienne, who was still grooving with the music but talking with Evania, who looked absolutely stunning in her own right. I understood. Aveline, like the others, believed that everything was arranged to seduce Vivienne and that I was merely buttering up her friends to get to my true target. She probably thought that at the end of the night, I would spirit Vivienne away to my hotel or wherever, with merely a promise to return her to her friends in the morning. "Nonsense," I stated firmly, my own blue eyes glittering. I slid my hand down from Aveline's lower back and cupped her ass, tugging her against my crotch where my erection had been hard for some time. "In fact," I continued. "I was just about to invite you to spend the night on my yacht with me." Her eyes went wide in pleasant surprise, but then she got the implication almost immediately. "You do not mean to invite just me," she stated knowingly. "You mean to invite all of us." I nodded slowly, keeping my gaze locked onto hers "Greedy, perhaps?" She arched a nicely sculpted eyebrow. I shrugged. "I can afford it. And I promise you won't feel neglected." My hands squeezed her buttcheeks, just slightly thicker-padded than Vivienne's. And my eyes glowed with lustful arousal. "You were serious when you said you could keep up with all four of us," the redhead breathed. "You've done this before." I nodded. Then once again I tugged Aveline against my crotch, ensuring she could feel my hardness and making my intentions absolutely clear. Vivienne was a slam dunk at this point. I'd piqued her interest and I knew with certainty she would accept my invitation to come to the yacht. But yeah, I was greedy. What I really wanted was all four of them. Aveline's eyebrows raised and I leaned forward to growl into her ear, "Stay with me, Aveline, for the rest of your holiday. This can be your dream vacation. We will do anything you ever wished to do here; money is no object. We will dine and we will dance. We will shop and buy exquisitely expensive things. And we will spend every available moment exploring all the passionate pleasure we can find." At my words, I heard the quiver in Aveline's breathing and felt her tremble in my hands. I ducked my head and bit down on her neck while squeezing both her asscheeks and grinding my erection against where I knew her clit would be. The gorgeous redhead moaned and sagged against me, clutching her fingers against my shoulders before I stood her up. "Talk to your friends. Make a decision. And in five more days, you can return home with pleasant memories and a lot more luggage." With a confident smile, I turned Aveline around and sent her back toward Lucette and Cecile. Then I turned to make the same offer to Vivienne. ------- I sent my attendants to the girls' hotel to check them out and bring their belongings to the yacht. I didn't want the girls to go themselves and risk any of them changing their mind at the last moment. Aveline was certainly ready and willing. Knowing full well what she was getting into, the gorgeous redhead renewed her mild competition with Vivienne, moving up to take my arm and hold onto me as we left the nightclub. Only after seeing this did Vivienne move to take my other arm. Lucette seemed intrigued, even flattered that I might still have an interest in her even with Vivienne and Aveline around. At the very least, she wanted to tag along for the high-class whirlwind, eating at more fancy restaurants and going on more shopping trips. And if I showed some sexual interest in her, well, wasn't getting a little wild the point of a holiday in Mykonos? Only Cecile still had her reservations. But unlike with Aveline, I implied to Vivienne that I would not whisk her away on this grand, all-expenses paid adventure unless she convinced all three of her friends to come along. I claimed that I could not bear to be the reason for separating the four of them on their holiday. And Vivienne's dominant personality was all it took to cajole her friend into not messing everything up. I reassured Cecile by explaining that absolutely no one would be doing anything they didn't want to do. She still seemed skeptical — after all, I was a strange man taking them to an isolated yacht far, far away from home. But buoyed by her friends, the pretty blonde agreed. An hour later, the girls were settling into two staterooms on the yacht: Lucette and Cecile in one, Vivienne and Aveline in the other. Everything was of the finest appointments: Gold-plated fixtures, highest-quality silk sheets, and plush furnishings. Lucette and Cecile looked around as if they'd never even seen such a luxurious room, even in a hotel let alone on a boat. Evania was explaining to them the various decks on the yacht and showing them how to work the controls for the built-in LCD TV with satellite feed, as well as the attendant call buttons for room service. Vivienne and Aveline, on the other hand, were a little busier with me. Vivienne made her own intentions clear when she simply dumped her bag into her room and then immediately came to the Master Suite. Aveline followed along with her old predatory look in her eye as well, entering into my room just steps behind Vivienne. The statuesque dirty-blonde first turned and looked at her best friend with questions in her eyes. Vivienne still considered herself the 'primary' girl, even though by now she'd figured out that the wealthy, greedy playboy wanted to tap all four of them. Perhaps she'd intended to stake the first claim on me while her friends were settling into the staterooms. But the way Aveline returned her best friend's gaze made it quite clear that she wasn't about to leave, and in fact the redhead turned and closed my bedroom door. The room was then filled with nothing but the sound of the subtle downtempo music I was pumping through the stereo, the room's insulation doing its job. I had changed immediately upon arrival while Evania showed the girls around the yacht. By now, I was wearing just a long, elegant white robe with gold trim on top of a pair of black silk boxers. I was reclining on my bed, expecting Vivienne to immediately come to me, and pleasantly surprised that Aveline was here as well. I simply opened my arms in a welcoming gesture, and quickly I found two gorgeous, nubile young women crawling on top of me. The pair of them self-organized, Vivienne on my right arm and Aveline on my left. Clearly, they both had some designs on me but just as clearly, they knew that fighting with each other would only hamper their individual efforts. And to my surprise, Vivienne backed off to let Aveline move in first to take my head in her hands and press her spicy lips to my own. Vivienne had made a spectacular impression on me with her kiss back at the nightclub. And with her first kiss, Aveline proved herself equal to the challenge. I felt the redhead's passion as her lips parted my own and her tongue plunged into the back of my mouth, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils. And then a new sensation took over lower down my body, and I realized that Vivienne had not backed away for Aveline's benefit. No, the sharp, intelligent vixen had gone straight for my silk boxers, tugging them down and inhaling my shaft into her mouth while I was preoccupied with kissing her best friend. I jerked my mouth away from Aveline's, gasping at the sudden pleasure and arching my head back. And then I glanced down just in time for Vivienne to roll her soft brown eyes up, stare adoringly at me, and sensuously husk, "Mmm ... Your cock is so delicious." ------- There's something very symbolic about a blowjob. In a way, it's the ultimate display of subservience a woman can give to a man. She bows before him. She lavishes pleasure and attention on him, often to the point of completion, without getting any pleasure in return. A blowjob is ALL about pleasing the man. Sure, she may hope that he will reward her efforts, but it is by no means guaranteed. In a new sexual encounter between two near-strangers, the first blowjob IS the first impression. Do it well, and the woman may well reap the rewards for a long time to come. Do it poorly, and she may find herself tossed aside as soon as it's over. Is it fair? Maybe not. It just IS. Things work differently in the world of the wealthy. I had lots of money and a willingness to spend it on those girls whom I favored. Vivienne and Aveline were willing to do whatever it took to get into my favor. Let's not beat around the bush: they were trading sex for money. But as long as everyone understood the rules of the game, everyone could be satisfied with the outcome. Vivienne attacked me with enthusiasm, skill, and determination. She wasn't holding anything back. She gave me her very best right from the beginning, determined to make a good impression. Because after a few minutes of eager cocksucking, I motioned her aside to let the competition take over. Aveline had a wide mouth and bee-stung lips that seemed made for sucking dick. She was quite beautiful to begin with, but she was awe-inspiring with my thick shaft between her lips. And her blue eyes flashed as she did her best to one-up her best friend in the cocksucking competition. "Oh, FUCK, yeah, baby ... So fucking GOOD," I groaned, quite happy with her efforts. I saw the twinkle in Aveline's eyes as she received my praise, my cursing understandable in any language. But Vivienne wasn't just idly waiting her turn. My attention was drawn away from Aveline's excellent blowjob when Vivienne began peeling herself out of the dress I'd bought her just hours before. It was short, skimpy, and revealed quite a bit of skin to begin with; but now I was seeing a whole lot more of her. The black lace bra she'd chosen quickly came off as well, revealing those massive tits I'd been admiring all day at the beach. She tossed the flimsy garment at me, landing it on my face. I chuckled and picked it up, glancing at the tag. I wasn't comfortable enough with the metric system to easily convert the centimeters but there was no mistaking the letters in '90DD'. I then glanced up just in time for the stacked babe to move my hand to the side as she pushed those glorious breasts into my face, guiding me down into her cleavage while she jiggled them nicely against my cheeks. "You like that, Tohm? Feel my tits against your cheeks," Vivienne giggled musically in her cute accent. "Are they everything you wanted? I have watched you staring at them all day!" I just groaned and nodded with a big smile on my face, happily smothering myself in her perfect mammary glands. But then it was Vivienne's turn to take over cocksucking duties as Aveline pulled her mouth off and brushed her hair back behind her ears, licking her lips with a smile. Vivienne remained kneeling beside my right hip and bent over to inhale my prick while facing away from me. That let me run my hands up and down her thighs and over her shapely ass, skimpily-clad in just a black thong. And then my attention was drawn to my left as Aveline similarly began stripping out of her dress, bumping and swaying to the music before her own large tits popped free. A minute later, I felt like I was in heaven as I suckled on one of Aveline's engorged, ruby red nipples while Vivienne bent over worshipping my cock. At the same time, guided only by my sense of touch, I slid two fingers past the crotch of Vivienne's thong to bury them inside her juicing wet pussy. I fingerbanged the gorgeous dirty-blonde for a minute while concentrating on getting my tongue onto every square millimeter of Aveline's breasts. And then pulling my fingers free, I held them up and arched an eyebrow up to the redhead. And without a single heartbeat of hesitation, Aveline grabbed my wrist and shoved the honey-coated fingers into her mouth. That was the last straw. Vivienne's talented cocksucking had brought me to a boil, and I was suddenly grunting as I erupted great gouts of hot cum into her mouth. The blonde babe's head jerked just once when the first blast splattered against her tongue, but she quickly recovered and took in everything I had to give her. "Fuuuuck!" I grunted, firing again and again and again. But even after I'd finished nutting my load between Vivienne's lips, she didn't swallow it all down. With bulging cheeks and holding a hand over her mouth, the statuesque blonde picked her head up and turned back to face me. And in perfect coordination, Aveline descended to her best friend and molded their lips together, initiating a sloppy, cum-filled kiss full of erotic moans and dribbling globs of jizz. I smiled happily. It was only the first night and I already knew that this was going to be a wonderful few days. ------- -- TUESDAY -- I awoke in the morning beneath a pile of naked limbs, feeling quite satisfied with myself. Last night had not been the first time Vivienne and Aveline had shared a man; and it showed in the skill and coordination they displayed while wringing every drop of ecstasy from my body. The two of them alone had been even better than all three Spanish University girls from Ibiza. But now I was face-down on my bed, feeling like my mouth was full of cotton. Such was one of the consequences of ouzo-fueled orgies. I turned my head to the side, feeling the dampness of my own drool on the sheet. Then I began a push-up to lift myself off the mattress. A leg was on my back, the foot hanging over my left shoulder with the rest of the leg across my torso and to my right, exiting next to my hip. The leg slid off me as I elevated myself, accompanied by a soft female moan when it landed back onto the bed. My morning erection was throbbing, having been uncomfortably pressed between my pelvis and the mattress for some time now. As with most mornings, I'd rubbed myself into the mattress for a minute or two while still unconscious, and I was more than ready to go. There were other legs to my left, belonging to the same girl whose arms and head were currently draped on my ass. With intent to fuck, I grabbed that second-pair of legs and pulled them toward me while turning myself around to get my rock-hard prick lined up. Vivienne rolled onto her stomach while I jerked her legs around. It was merely luck of the draw that her cunt was the first one I saw. I'd have fucked Aveline if she were there instead. But Vivienne it was and the gorgeous dirty-blonde was just starting to wake up when I slotted my dick into her bare-shaven pussy and pressed forward, burying myself to the hilt inside her sopping wet snatch. "Nnnnghhh-ooooohhhh..." Vivienne groaned as I sank into her body, my cock gliding down with relative ease. Good, she was still somewhat lubricated by the last load of cum I'd dumped inside her the previous evening. For a girl as gorgeous and seemingly promiscuous as Vivienne, her cunt had been surprisingly tight when I'd first penetrated her last night, almost immediately after that first blowjob. I knew I had a thick cock, but FUCK Vivienne's pussy was quite snug. It had taken several thrusts to enter her the first time while she screamed for me to just ram it deeper. This morning, barely conscious, the young beauty merely moaned as I filled her up and started my fucking motions. Her arms and legs moved out to the sides like a frog's as I took her from behind, humping her prostrate body like an animal. I both felt and heard the squishing as I pistoned in and out of her cum-filled cunt, intent on adding another load as well. "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" Vivienne grunted with every thrust, her cheek pressed down against the mattress. But then Aveline began to stir as well. She lay flat on her back, but her naked tits barely sagged to the sides despite their immense mass. They called to me, reminding me of just how sweet they'd tasted last night. And more to the point, I was fully aware that Aveline's pussy was currently empty, with none of my jizz floating around inside. That's not because I didn't spunk inside her. No, my first load after nutting into Vivienne's mouth last night had gone into Aveline's pussy. It's just that Vivienne promptly sucked it all back out. My next load went all over Vivienne's big tits, which Aveline then licked up. Only my last load of the evening, deep into Vivienne's womb, stayed inside. That's because we were all too wiped out to even move after that. So after sloshing around inside Vivienne's cunt with the remains of last night's fourth ejaculation, I pulled out and knee-walked my way over to Aveline, who had just managed to come fully awake while listening to her best friend's orgasmic cries of ecstasy. The redhead was unresisting as I parted her knees with my hands and guided my still-slick cock to the entrance of her pussy, and then she gasped as I began pushing myself inside her. Aveline had a little better muscle control, relaxing herself enough to let me in while the lubrication on my cock proved just slick enough for entry. And then the busty redhead's tits were jiggling and her hands gripped my biceps while I proceeded to give her a screaming morning orgasm. "Oui-oui-oui!" Aveline began chanting while I hammered her harder and harder and harder. "Mon Dieu fuck me HARDER! Aaaagh!!!" I watched the gorgeous young babe pick her head up and start tossing it left and right, sending red hair flying every which way. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, physically yanking her lighter body against my crotch with each thrust while she held onto my forearms in desperation. And as I felt her pussy muscles clenching in orgasm, I slammed myself as far as I could go up her vaginal channel and let loose, hosing down her insides with a massive load of cum, my balls having fully recharged overnight. "Unnnghhh!" I grunted, pouring out fresh waves of cum into her willing body, my pelvic muscles contracting again and again with each creamy wad. When we were done, and I was propping myself over Aveline's face on my elbows, I smiled down at the pretty redhead. "I want you to keep that inside you until after breakfast, tu comprends?" She giggled and nodded. "Oui." THAT'S how you start a day. ------- Aveline sat down with a noticeable 'squish', causing her to blush in embarrassment. Lucette in particular seemed even more wide-eyed than usual, but no comments were made. The six of us fit nicely around the yacht's dining table, Vivienne to my right and Evania to my left. I introduced the girls to the uniformed, all-Greek crew: the yacht's captain, and the other five crewmembers who were serving us. None of them were young males, to reduce the temptation for any of my girls to step out on me while onboard. One crewman actually did get cheeky with an Ibiza student a couple of weeks ago; he's no longer aboard. And two of the crew were young females: Althea and Nika. I'd bedded each of them a few times on this trip in between ports. The captain acquainted himself with the ladies and informed them that any of his crew would serve them to the best of their abilities, and then everyone was dismissed to return to their posts. Althea, as the cook, remained behind to serve us. Nika went to tidy up the staterooms — she knew just how to handle changing out my sheets. Then started the discussion: What to do? If it were solely up to me, I'd spend every waking moment fucking one of the seven nubile ladies on-board, or at least recovering from one and preparing to fuck the next. But no matter how narcissistic my desires, human females just don't quite work that way. Well, scratch that. In the aftermath of ... losing ... my wife, I HAD holed myself up in a Vegas penthouse with an ever-changing harem of hookers who simply lived for me to fuck them. But there was a soullessness to those encounters that just didn't satisfy. The four French girls on this boat weren't exactly paid to screw me. And the energy and enthusiasm they would bring more than made up for the hassles of seducing them and keeping them entertained. For their part, the girls seemed somewhat at a loss for what to do for entertainment as well. It was their first time in Mykonos and their only plans were to hang out at the beach, eat at the cafés, and pick up guys. But now that they were hooked up with me, all three of those goals were rather moot. "What do you suggest?" Vivienne, the group's chosen spokeswoman, asked me while leaning over and wrapping both hands around my arm. I smirked and glanced down at her obvious cleavage. "You don't want to know what I would suggest." Five women around the table grinned knowingly. But I turned to Evania. "This is your country, my dear. Do you have any suggestions?" My gorgeous valet nodded with a smile. "If this is your first time to Mykonos," Evania began in a clear voice with the now familiar Greek Island accent. "Then let me show you what this place is really all about, beyond the beaches and bars." The girls glanced at each other and nodded. Playing tourist for the day didn't seem so bad. "But Mr. Eriksen," Evania continued. "Perhaps we will need to get the girls some appropriate clothes and shoes for walking. Another shopping trip is in order." More shopping? Four pairs of eyes lit up in absolute delight. ------- As usual, Evania followed me into my suite when we finished breakfast. While Evania might not fit the technical definition of a "valet", functioning more as a personal assistant to me on this trip, the valet term was something I'd become fond of. And one of the traditional duties as a valet WAS to dress me, something I rather enjoyed. So while I stood patiently in front of the wardrobe, I let the gorgeous 27-year-old Greek goddess strip me naked before standing behind me and reaching her right hand around to take my turgid erection in hand. "May I please take care of this, sir?" I inhaled, considering the options. Every year I was getting older and despite my near superhuman ability to get erections and manufacture semen, I was starting to recognize my limits. I'd only cum once that morning, so I knew I had plenty of juice left; but I wondered if I should save it for later in the day. Still, the feel of Evania's hand subtly stroking me made my decision. "Pare mou mia pipa," I stated in Greek with a smile, ordering her to suck my dick. "These first morning shopping trips usually take longer than expected." My valet's brilliant white teeth sparkled as she smiled from just over my shoulder. She quickly circled around and knelt before me, taking my mushroom head into her mouth while jacking me in her right hand with the corkscrewing motion she knew I loved so much. Like I said, a blowjob is the ultimate display of subservience. And nothing made Evania happier than pleasing me. It didn't take very long. I didn't try to hold back, not wanting to make the gorgeous brunette wait any longer than she had to for my cum. I closed my eyes and groaned as the pleasure lanced through my body and expelled itself through my shaft, filling Evania's mouth with wave after wave of my creamy honey. She swallowed happily, taking great gulps that made her throat ripple with every burst. And when I was done, she gasped for breath with a delighted smile and then lovingly nuzzled my deflating prick in gratitude for my heavenly offering. "Efharisto..." she thanked me. "You're welcome, Evania. Now let's finish getting me dressed." ------- The morning shopping trip did indeed take up the entire morning. Knowing we had several more days, everyone took their time browsing. And even though the girls knew they wouldn't have to pay for things, they showed some restraint in taking care to only select outfits or accessories they really liked. And then of course, there was the time Vivienne dragged me into a dressing stall and mounted my cock. It was a tiny shop with only the one dressing stall, really just a partition with paper-thin walls that didn't even reach the ceiling. Everyone in the store could hear the statuesque blonde moaning in heat and the wet squish of my cock in her cunt as she urgently humped me while shoving those massive tits into my face. And she looked rather disheveled when we finally exited the stall. The middle-aged Greek shopkeeper just raised both her eyebrows at us. Evania was nearby and made some comment in Greek, which made the older woman crack a smile. But then Vivienne looked down and tried to scoop a trail of my jizz that was leaking past her panties and down her leg. Aveline simply darted forward and dragged her best friend back into the dressing stall. The sounds of noisy slurping soon emanated through the paper-thin walls, causing the shopkeeper to once again raise her eyebrows in astonishment. I suppose Aveline was just making up for not sucking my cum out of Vivienne last night. Eventually, we hit a café for lunch, and spent well over an hour just chatting while some of the yacht's crew arrived to bring back the girls' extra shopping bags. Meanwhile, Evania began telling the history of Mykonos like an accomplished tour guide, and FINALLY we piled into a jeep and set off to explore more of the island, including picturesque churches like Paraportiani, out of the way beaches, and the Monastery of Panaghia Tourliani. Evania brought two digital cameras for the girls to take home with them, and we kept busy snapping photos almost constantly. Dinner was once again at an exclusive restaurant. My girls delighted at being treated like royalty, and I got more than a few stares from other men wishing they could surround themselves with five such gorgeous creatures of beauty. The food was excellent, even better than the previous evening. And as the girls were getting used to me, they were certainly relaxing and becoming much more comfortable with the overall situation, as if they lived every day of their lives purely for leisure as one of my "special friends". The next stop was a nightclub, where we all proceeded to get drunk and dance like the world was coming to an end. Several guys attempted to poach one or another of my girls, but none were successful. Vivienne especially stayed molded to my hip, doing her level best to keep my attention on her at all times. With her fantastic body and obvious sexuality, she was certainly doing a good job. For this night at least, I seemed to be the center of the gorgeous blonde's world. There was an extra intensity in her kisses, more than just mere lust or passion. And the way she held my face in her hands afterward and simply stared into my eyes communicated so much more. Meanwhile, Evania and Aveline were frequently asked to dance. With my encouragement, they flirted and bumped hips with many a young man on the prowl; but in the end they always came back to me. Lucette and Cecile were also frequently approached by other men. Both girls enjoyed the attention and flirted, the way all girls on holiday flirted. But even though neither girl was sleeping with me nor showed any interest in sleeping with me, they both almost shyly informed their suitors that they were already taken, and then returned to the safety of the group. By the end of the night, I was bombed completely out of my MIND. Really, ouzo is quite the dangerous drink. Vivienne and Aveline were similarly plastered, the three of us hopped up on Red Bull and adrenaline by the time we returned to the yacht. It was a somewhat messier path to my suite from there. Aveline had already latched onto my lips before we even boarded, and she didn't seem inclined to let go. Various pieces of clothing littered the hallway up to my door, a bra here, panties there, a dress hanging on a random doorknob. I'd dropped Aveline onto her back across my bed and slid my cock into her juicing cunt when I looked up to the open doorway to see that Evania had picked up all the clothing and carried them into the room. A smiled at my valet and got an impish gleam in my eye. The gorgeous brunette caught my look and then smiled when I nodded my head toward Vivienne, who was currently molding herself to my side, kissing my neck and rubbing her tits against my arm. The statuesque blonde had practically been attached to that arm all night. Evania noiselessly slipped past me and came up behind an unsuspecting Vivienne, reaching up to clutch the dirty-blonde's shoulders before leaning in and kissing the taller girl's neck. Vivienne gasped at the new touch and then turned, lust flaring in her eyes as she realized my Greek valet was joining in on the fun. She readily accepted Evania's hands on her face and bent down, puckering her lips as perhaps the two most beautiful people on the entire yacht came together in a passionate kiss. The girls both moaned before Evania firmly moved Vivienne onto her back beside Aveline, similarly spreading the blonde's legs open. Then Evania paused to strip herself of her own clothing, revealing her gloriously naked body inch-by- inch before kneeling beside the bed and burying her face into the blonde's bare- shaven muff. Side-by-side, my valet and I worked the two girls. I fucked Aveline to two climaxes before busting my nut inside her, the redhead screaming my name loud enough for the entire yacht to hear, especially since Evania had left the door open. Evania herself ate out Vivienne to two orgasms as well, actually beating me in our mini-competition. No matter, I didn't mind losing, as long as I got to cum. Then I switched with Evania, the Greek brunette slurping my jism out of the redhead while I straddled Vivienne's chest, having the dirty-blonde suck me hard while also laying my re-growing cock into the valley of her cleavage, using her tits as extra stimulation. When I was ready, I repositioned Vivienne directly atop her best friend, watching the two young beauties crush their tits into each other and make out both for their own pleasure and mine. Then with a few more silent directions to Evania, my valet retrieved the necessary items, lubed up two fingers on both her hands, and then unceremoniously plunged them into the tight assholes of our young French friends. "Aiiii!" Vivienne shrieked in surprise. "Oooh!" Aveline grunted. And then my head was right by theirs. "I'm going to fuck your asses off ladies, comprenez-vous?" I wasn't really asking them. I was telling them. Aveline's eyes went wide, the blue color brighter than anything I'd ever seen. She looked a little nervous, but with plenty of alcohol in her system relaxing her she just gulped and nodded. Vivienne, on the other hand, simply grinned back at me. Smiling in response myself, I got to my knees and brought my erection up to her face, Vivienne excitedly taking me into her mouth and sucking on me adoringly before pulling me out and feeding me down to Aveline. The redhead licked me several times before the girls simply put my cock between them and ran their lips back and forth together. And then it was time as I moved back off the bed between their spread legs and let Evania lube me up. Vivienne had been grinding her crotch against Aveline's when my hands landed on her hips. The gorgeous and sexy dirty-blonde went still, raising her ass up into the air in anticipation as I notched my moistened mushroom head against her anus. She shivered the moment I began to apply pressure, and with surprising ease I slipped through her sphincter and began to burrow in. She began muttering in unintelligible French, closing her eyes and hanging her head down while Evania stroked her spine and Aveline kissed her neck from below. But soon I hit rock bottom, my pelvis pressed tightly against her ass, and I flexed my thick cock deep within her bowels. "Mon Dieu! You are so BIG!" Vivienne cursed. I pulled back several inches and rammed forward once again, causing the dirty- blonde to grunt as I stretched her anal chute out. And then Vivienne began a repetitious moaning while I started to rhythmically pump in and out of her ass. Aveline was whispering encouragement in French to her best friend, kissing the blonde girl and rubbing her cheeks. Meanwhile, Evania's hand reached underneath, fingering my sex-toy's clitoris and stroking her pussy while I continued sawing in and out of the girl's back door. And from the combined attention of the three of us, Vivienne was soon skyrocketing toward orgasm. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" The dirty-blonde gasped through clenched teeth. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" The words were quite simulating. Hearing them in Vivienne's extreme accent, which was getting worse the longer we fucked, was inspiring. I started ramming her harder and harder and harder, reaming out the poor girl's asshole with drunken abandon. She began babbling in French, words I couldn't even pretend to comprehend; and yet I understood her meaning just fine. And there was no mistaking when her entire body locked up and her ass muscles clamped down on my prick, trying to break it off inside her bowels as she screamed in climax. Vivienne collapsed straight onto Aveline after that orgasm, all strength gone from her limbs. That effectively pinned down the busty redhead and distracted her while I pulled my cock from Vivienne's rectum and pushed it into hers. Too late, Aveline felt the penetration and tensed up, but my mushroom head had already passed through her sphincter and I was pushing down while she simply threw her head back and groaned, "Ohhhhhggghhh." Vivienne tried to catch her breath for a minute before she realized she was crushing her best friend beneath her. The blonde quickly pushed up on her knees and elbows, letting Aveline finally gasp for additional air. But then the blonde just as quickly took that air away when she molded her lips over her the redhead's, sucking her into a kiss while Evania changed the target of her cleaned-up nimble fingers, rubbing and stroking Aveline's pussy before sliding two of them inside. Deprived of oxygen, Aveline could do nothing to resist the intense sensations assaulting her body. From the thick cock splitting her asshole, to the fingers rubbing her G-spot and massaging her clit, and her best friend's tongue in her mouth, Aveline quickly crested into a mind-blowing orgasm that literally knocked her unconscious. I swear the redhead had passed out even before her screaming stopped. I fucked Aveline's ass for a few more strokes, unable to stop. But I didn't want to continue just using the redhead's limp body and I had to CUM. So without warning, I seized Vivienne's hips and flung her bodily to the side, rolling the statuesque blonde onto her back. I gripped her legs and raised them up while quickly pushing my dick to the entrance of her ass, still lewdly stretched open from the reaming I'd given her not ten minutes prior. She barely had time to squeal before I lunged forward with my hips and once again skewered her asshole with my cock, and without any restraint I rutted in and out of the busty blonde's backdoor intent on my own ejaculation. Evania wasn't done yet, either. Watching me take charge pushed her into motion as well. My lovely valet had gone thus far without an orgasm of her own, but now she mounted Vivienne's chest and dropped her own bare-shaven cunt onto the pinned girl's mouth. "Eat!" she commanded with flames in her irises, staring down into Vivienne's surprised eyes. The blonde really was surprised. After more than a day of Evania being the perfect servant — obedient, helpful, and deferential — it must have been quite the shock to hear such a command tone coming from her mouth. But when I rammed my dick even harder up Vivienne's ass, the blonde quickly went to work, grabbing onto Evania's thighs and munching away as if her life depended on it. And then I hit my limit. After three more ecstatic thrusts into Vivienne's rectum, I stopped at full depth and let fly with jet after jet of hot cum to scald the insides of the young French blonde's bowels. With each pulsing wave of pleasure, I felt a measure of contentment arrive to quiet the depressive thoughts that kept trying to come to mind. And when I was done spunking this girl's asshole and pulled out to rest, I took in the scene around me. Aveline was still flat on her back to my left, gloriously naked and limp, with some of my semen Evania missed still trickling out of her pussy. Evania had spun around into a sixty-nine position with Vivienne so that she could slurp my cum out of the blonde girl's asshole. My Greek valet treated my semen as if it were liquid gold, as she seemingly could never get enough of it. And Vivienne — beautiful, sexy, gorgeous Vivienne — moaned in ecstasy into Evania's pussy while feeling the busty brunette giving her a rimjob. Two gorgeous 23-year-old French girls and my sexy valet: Vivienne, Aveline, and Evania. My Three 'V's. This was my life now. In a way, it wasn't so different from my life before. And this version was less complicated. Just money and fun and sex. No romantic issues. No worries about the future. Who needed wives? Who needed children? Who needed hope? All that mattered was the present. In four days, these girls would leave and return to France, and I would move on to the next place to sate my lust. Hell, I might even stay in Mykonos. It was the high season and there was always a new group of girls flying in. Best to enjoy today, and forget about my past. ------- -- WEDNESDAY -- Vivienne and Aveline were a little sore after last night's adventures. So in the morning I packed them off to their own stateroom and rolled Evania over, taking pleasure from my beautiful valet. Before I came, she pleaded with me for her own small happiness and I granted it to her by pulling out of her pussy and blowing my load down her throat so she could drink down the cum she craved so much. The girls then decided to relax aboard the yacht. We had a jacuzzi big enough for ten, convertible for either hot or cold depending on my mood. Bikini bottoms were worn for sanitary reasons, but bikini tops were expressly forbidden. So all five of my girls lounged around the back deck wearing nothing but skimpy bottoms and expensive jewelry. I spent a couple of nice hours just soaking with champagne and strawberries, ogling all the wonderful titflesh around me, ranging in size from Lucette's perky mounds to Vivienne's massive hooters. I'm sure the four men on the crew didn't mind the view, either. Those crewmen would have also gotten quite the show just before lunch, had they been around. Aveline decided she was hungry a little early and she sweetly asked me to sit up on the jacuzzi platform surrounding the tub. So with my legs still dangling into the water, the gorgeous redhead knelt on the jacuzzi bench seat and tugged my swim trunks down to my ankles. Then carefully tying her hair back, she bent over and promptly inhaled my prick. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Aveline's wide mouth and bee-stung lips are just made for sucking dick. If Lucette had been scandalized to see Vivienne licking mustard off of Aveline's tit, I rather wondered how she would react to see this. So prying my gaze off the view of Aveline adoringly bobbing her head up and down in my lap, I glanced across the jacuzzi to see that the slender brunette was simply staring intently, her doe eyes seeming even bigger than usual. And her hard nipples seemed rather plump as well. On the other hand, now it was Cecile's turn to look a little embarrassed, blushing red and averting her eyes. Back when we first met, she had immediately guessed my less-than-honorable intentions in offering the girls drinks and food in exchange for their company. The shopping and dinner had enthused her, and the pretty blonde had warmed to my flirtations the past couple of days. But somewhere in the back of her head, she may have been pretending that sex wasn't part of the deal. I had been a gentleman throughout and not pressured her in the slightest, but as she fingered the exquisite bracelet she now wore on her delicate wrist, perhaps she couldn't help but feel a little... obligated... But I had other things to worry about right now, like my impending eruption. I ran my fingers through Aveline's silky red hair, panting heavily while she rolled those blue eyes up and stared deep into the back of my soul. I love blue eyes, have I mentioned that? And I couldn't imagine a better sight at this moment than the view of Aveline's pretty face in anticipation of my load. "Oh, Aveline!" I cried as I grunted and then began geysering into her mouth. She drank down every drop without missing a beat, continuing to bob her head up and down with the pressure of her lips only adding to my pleasure. And when I was done, I sagged back on my elbows with a goofy smile on my face. "Did you like that, Tom?" the pretty redhead asked sweetly as she leaned back and wiped her mouth. "Loved it, Aveline." I grinned. "Feel free to do that whenever you want." She sparkled happily and I made a mental note to get her something extra- special the next time we were in town. But of course, Vivienne then had to top her best friend. The gorgeous dirty- blonde had been reclining side-by-side with Evania on some lounge chairs, catching some sun and talking intently. She'd also stripped off her bottoms for an all-over tan, and so she was fully naked save for some of the jewelry and sunglasses I'd purchased for her when she got up and sauntered over to the jacuzzi. Without a word, the young babe took my hand and tugged me off the jacuzzi platform, motioning for me to get rid of the trunks when my feet landed on the deck. Still holding my hand, she led me over to a wide bench built against the yacht's wall, laying me down flat on my back. And then with slow, deliberate movements (and an impish smile), Vivienne removed her sunglasses, knelt beside the bench, and then slurped my half-hard cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for me to get hard again. The process was greatly sped up when Vivienne folded my dick into her cleavage and squeezed her tits around me while humping her chest up and down. And then once she deemed me suitably rigid, the statuesque dirty-blonde mounted me and sat down on my prick, moaning and arching her back as it speared upwards into her body. Vivienne rode me to a climax before she concentrated on me. I observed the heat in her eyes and her fierce expression as she clenched and unclenched her pussy muscles while fucking her entire body up and down on me. Those massive tits wobbled brilliantly right in my face and she bent over several times to mash them against my cheeks. I could only imagine what was going through Lucette's and Cecile's minds NOW. And in the end, I grunted and fired my wad into the gorgeous blonde's pussy. When we were done, Vivienne sat back and breathed heavily, causing her mammaries to rise and fall enticingly enough to start getting me hard again. But the gorgeous dirty-blonde turned her soft brown eyes to the jacuzzi, giving Lucette and Cecile rather significant looks as if to ask, 'Would one of you like to go next?' Somewhat to my disappointment, neither girl got out of the tub or gave any indication they would take up the offer. So Vivienne simply stood up, cupping her own snatch and waddling back over to the lounge chairs. She sweetly said something in French to Evania, who quickly removed her own sunglasses and lowered her lounge chair into a flat position. Then Vivienne carefully straddled the chair, squatted down, and released my cum to begin trickling out of her spread labia and down to my valet's waiting mouth. Just another day on my boat. ------- That same afternoon, we were on the island of Delos taking pictures when Lucette finally asked the question that always comes up at least once during these little excursions. "Tom, why are you doing this?" I knew what she meant by the question, but I just took a deep breath and averted my eyes. "What do you mean?" Lucette looked up at me with those big, brown doe eyes. "Why did you come here, so far away from home? Why did you invite us to stay with you?" Aveline and Cecile were posing off to the side while Evania took their picture, but Vivienne was always close by to me. The statuesque blonde giggled as she stepped up and wrapped her arm around the slender brunette. "Why? Why do you think, Lucette? Because he CAN." Vivienne then turned her body into Lucette's, molding herself against her friend's side and bringing her lips up to the brunette's cheek, dangerously close to kissing it. "He is a man. He is wealthy. And he can afford to shower pretty young things like us with gifts, for as long as he continues to be entertained." The gorgeous babe then turned and flashed her eyes at me, lowering her eyelids with a sultry expression while running her left hand down her side and over her rounded hip. Vivienne's tone made it clear she had every intention of 'entertaining' me for a long time to come. But even with Vivienne practically humping her, Lucette kept her gaze on me, searching my eyes. "No, it is more than that." She pointed. "Your wear no ring, but your fourth finger is not tanned the same as the other fingers. You used to wear a ring." Her gaze then returned to my eyes. "And then there are me and Cecile. Why have us along? We have not given you any sign we will have sex with you, and yet you treat us as well as Vivienne and Aveline. You could have the both of them without us being in the way." Vivienne arched her eyebrows and glanced at me with curiosity. "Perhaps he did not think we would stay the week with him if you two were not also invited?" I took a strong step forward, moving myself almost menacingly close to Lucette. "Or perhaps I still intend to have you, one way or the other," I growled threateningly, wanting to see her reaction. To her credit, the slender brunette stood her ground. "No. You are not the type of man to force a woman," Lucette stated decisively. "If we thought you were, we would not have gotten onto the yacht." "I would have." Vivienne grinned. I chuckled and held my arm out to her. The giggling blonde quickly slid into my grasp and let her hand run down my side and toward my crotch while I reached back to palm her ass. But Lucette maintained her serious demeanor. She folded her arms and looked up at me. "What are you running away from, Tom? What happened to you that you are trying to drown yourself with sex? We are not the first group of girls to board your yacht, are we?" I sighed and turned my head away. "Lucette, you really know how to kill the mood." "Kill ... the mood?" The French brunette frowned, turning over the expression in her head and working to translate the concept. I sighed. "Nevermind." She looked at me plainly, a warmth in her eyes. "Please. I just want to understand." I sighed and long-buried frustration boiled up to the surface. "My wife left me, okay? She ... we..." I gritted my teeth and fought the moisture trying to form in my eyes. "We had problems having children." No one had ever pushed even close to this far to get inside my skull, not any of my recent girls nor even Evania. It actually felt just a bit of a relief to say something. Lucette furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. "Many couples have trouble conceiving." I sighed and looked away, suddenly feeling like I didn't want to be holding Vivienne any longer, like I was betraying my wife and the others. "It's complicated." "Surely you have friends who care about you, Tom. Where are they now?" I suddenly didn't want to have this conversation. Evania, Aveline, and Cecile were returning and now within hearing range. I shook my head, "I don't want to talk about it, okay? Let's just have a good time, Lucette." "But-" "I did NOT invite you girls to pry into my personal life!" I turned and barked at the smaller girl. "I am happy for you to share my company and enjoy your holiday. There are only a few more days left. You are not here to ask about my family!" "No. We are here so you can fuck us," Lucette snapped back. I heard Cecile take a sharp breath from further away. I sighed and pinched my forehead. In a calmer but resigned voice, I said, "I am here to enjoy my holiday as well. I will readily admit that I would not have invited you all if I did not think that ... some ... of you would sleep with me. That's the point of coming to Mykonos." I glanced at Vivienne, who just smiled weakly. "But I assure you, Lucette, if you leave in three days without us ever doing anything, I will still be quite happy to have had your company." I turned and promptly decided to go for a short walk by myself. My posture and demeanor made it clear that I did not want company, and no one followed. Behind me, I heard Vivienne start berating her friend for upsetting me, even slapping the shorter girl's arm. That was a little too close. ------- After we returned to the yacht, the captain set sail for a quiet, uninhabited island so that we could have a gorgeous, unspoiled beach all to ourselves. Along the way, Lucette tracked me down to apologize for prying into my personal life. "It's okay, Lucette," I waved her off. "I was expecting at least one of you to ask the 'why' question. And you are right to be a little wary of any strange man who invites young women onto a yacht where he could take you ... anywhere." She nodded and then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Please do not think I am ungrateful. I am having a wonderful time and this is already the best holiday I've ever been on. You have been nothing but a gentleman to me. Thank you." I smiled and nodded. "You're welcome." "And you really did not expect us to just roll over and let you have sex with us?" I smirked. "I could hope..." That earned me a giggle. Then Lucette leaned in and pecked my cheek. "We shall see." Eventually, we got to our destination, a gorgeous strip of pristine sand with a small cove to protect the calm waters. The beach wasn't very large, perhaps the size of a basketball court. And the surrounding slopes meant that it was only accessible by boat. But it was plenty big enough for the six of us and private enough for my intentions. So everyone promptly stripped naked and frolicked in the sand and surf like little children, though I will admit, the bodies I felt up during our play certainly did not feel like little children. Giggling, even Lucette and Cecile let my hands roam along their delicious treasures. Lucette in particular was much more animated, going out of her way to approach me. There was a time when I stood in the shallows, bracing myself with my hands clasped together. Vivienne and Aveline were taking turns holding onto my shoulders and stepping onto my hands just as I stood up from a crouch and vaulted them into the air, sending each naked girl laughing and splashing back down into the calm waters. I was not surprised when Lucette sauntered by to take a turn. I was more surprised the second time she came to be launched, when she reached her hands out to cup my balls and take a quick stroke of my cock, her movements hidden underwater from the others. My eyebrows rose. Lucette batted her eyes prettily at me and giggled, "I AM here to enjoy my holiday." "Be careful then, my dear," I murmured while letting my own hand slide between her legs. "I do not expect anything from you but I will take advantage if you give me the opportunity." The slender brunette shivered as my finger began stroking her labia, and then her doe eyes opened up and she stared right at me. "Then perhaps I need to give you an opportunity." The opportunity was not right now. I knew enough about women to read that. Instead, I simply put my hands into the proper position, letting her step onto them. And I vaulted the slender brunette into the air, getting a fleeting view of her well- formed breasts and cute pussy, covered only by a well-trimmed rectangle of dark fuzz. After that, even Cecile worked up the nerve to come and play a bit more with me. Just before the sun went down on our western-oriented beach, we got dressed in casual clothes and the crew laid out a spectacular picnic dinner in the sand, complete with wine and silver utensils. A bonfire was also lit to the side, providing extra warmth and light as the sun began its slow descent. We took our time eating our food. Both Vivienne and Aveline stayed right beside me, ensuring that I didn't need to serve a single bite to myself. Mostly, the girls used their fingers. But after Aveline placed a sliver of fish between her lips and fed it to me that way, of course Vivienne had to get in on the act. And then to my surprise (after we'd finished more than a few bottles of wine), Lucette was even so daring as to repeat the maneuver, this time with a slice of Olive bread just barely protruding from her mouth. The first time my lips touched the shy brunette's, I simply grabbed her head and rolled her onto her back, spitting out the bread. Then I showed her that this "Old American" certainly knew how to French kiss. Lucette melted beneath my arms and allowed my tongue to play freely with hers. After a few minutes, I pulled back just far enough to look at Lucette's big, brown eyes, which were wide in anticipation. She looked nervous, but hungry. A day spent living such a lavish adventure, plus enough wine to batter down her sense of caution, had primed the budding wallflower. I recognized the opportunity she was giving me. "Are you sure?" I asked softly. "I am here to enjoy my holiday," she replied just as softly. I reached down to my shorts, undid the clasp, then deftly unzipped my own fly and pulled my cock free. It was loud and obvious enough for her to be fully aware of what I was doing. Lucette simply shivered as I raised her skirt and slid her panties to the side. And then within full view of her friends nearby, I pinned the skinny girl on the blanket beneath me, nudged her thighs apart, and pushed my cock into her moist folds. The slender brunette tensed up for the briefest of moments, her mouth gaping open like a fish as she gasped for air. But then she exhaled and sighed, the tightness of her pussy relaxing enough for me to continue pressing deeper and deeper into her, until at last my pelvis was mashed up against hers. On the picnic blanket, just a meter away from her friends, Lucette and I were having sex while fully dressed. I brushed her dark brown hair back from her forehead with my left hand, gently rubbing her scalp. With warmth and kindness in my eyes, I smiled down at her before bending and capturing her lips once again with my own. Her tongue daintily came out to play, intertwining with mine. And then she was gasping again as I pulled my cock back and then re-sheathed myself in her wetness with a forceful lunge. And then again. And again. Lucette was a quiet and serious lover, much like the rest of her personality. She didn't scream or cry out, merely whimpering almost constantly and moaning softly when her orgasm overtook her. I pried my mouth off of hers as I approached my own ejaculation, gripping her face in both of my hands and grunting as my body powerfully humped up and down, driving my cock into her slender body over and over. Her big, brown eyes were wide and staring right back into mine as I thrust the final few times and then stopped, fully embedded inside her, as my cockhead opened up and I began pouring out a hot load of cum into her depths. My body spasmed uncontrollably a few times before I expended my last breath and then collapsed my heavy weight on top of her. And the shy, slender brunette simply wrapped all of her limbs around me, cooing happily as she felt me crushing down onto her chest. My holiday was going well. ------- Since our island was some ten miles away from the nearest club, instead of dancing the girls and I huddled around the bonfire and just talked. The girls shared with me their daily lives. All had entry-level jobs and came from middle- class families. Dijon was a city in its own right, but still rather far away from the major French metropolitan areas like Paris or Marseilles, in more than just geographical distance. Vivienne and Aveline talked about sharing an apartment in Dijon but still dreaming about the lifestyle of the bigger cities. Lucette and Cecile were even more provincial and unused to the rapid-fire pace of a hotspot like Mykonos. None of them had ever experienced anything on the scale of luxury they'd already had these past couple of days. Of course, they asked what I did for a living. I explained that I was currently wealthy and lived for young girls like them. Nothing more. The matter was quickly dropped and the girls returned to talking about themselves. Vivienne was quite animated telling stories about all the trouble the girls got into during their University days, and Cecile laughingly pointed out that it was Vivienne's fault more often than not. That led to stories about what kinds of trouble Vivienne and Aveline were getting into recently, and I simply hung back and listened as the girls caught up with each other as much as to inform me. I felt a tug in my chest just then. It happened every time with these girls. Somewhere along the line, I would develop feelings for them. At first, they were just nubile bodies to be lusted after and then fucked into submission. But the more time I spent with them, the more I got to know them, the more they became... real ... to me. I was starting to like them, and not just in a casual sense of "like". I was starting to like them in the sense that I might want to spend more time with them, and that I'd miss them when they were gone. It was happening faster now. With the Naoussan local girls, it had taken weeks for me to get to the level of "friends" with them. It nearly broke my heart when they told me they wanted to go home and leave me behind. I specifically went to Ibiza afterwards, because I knew the Spanish girls would have to return home at the end of their weeklong holiday. Then, I hadn't started to feel the pinch of longing until the night before they departed. But I'd only met these French girls little more than two days ago. How could it be happening so fast? I couldn't develop feelings for them. They were disposable playthings, to be used and enjoyed and then sent home without a backwards glance. I would get to know them enough to make the sex less ... mechanical ... but nothing more than that. They were extended one-night stands, and I fought to keep my mind in that mode. The LAST thing I wanted was to... feel ... for another human being. Hell, I was already too late with Evania. I had come to depend on her these past few months and I already did not ever want to be parted from her. But no more attachments than that. No more... Fortunately, Vivienne decided she'd gone long enough without fucking me. The gorgeous blonde had been leaning against my chest while I reclined on a backrest the crew had provided each of us. Presently, Cecile was reminiscing about a particular professor who had letched after all of them, and Vivienne took the opportunity to slide her hand back and into my shorts. I stiffened almost immediately and controlled my breathing, letting the sexy girl stroke me to full hardness. And with somewhat subtle movements, she managed to slide onto my lap and extract my dick through my fly. It turned out, she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her skirt, and after working me into position, Vivienne slid herself down onto my prick, enveloping me in her wet warmth. Aveline was the first to notice the particular way her best friend was gyrating in my lap. "Mon Dieu! Are you fucking him, Vivienne?" the redhead exclaimed. "Oui-oui!" Vivienne grinned. Aveline simply rolled her eyes and then gestured for Cecile to continue her story. ------- -- THURSDAY -- I slept alone with Vivienne overnight, and the gorgeous blonde woke me up with a morning blowjob before letting me roll on top of her and fuck away to my heart's content before blasting her cunt full of cum. The stacked and beautiful babe then went to breakfast with my jizz still squishing inside her. By now, Aveline had abandoned any sense of competition. It was clear that Vivienne wanted to be the primary girl in my life for this trip and Aveline decided she could live with that. I made clear that any of the girls was welcome to bed me whenever the urge struck them, so Aveline decided she'd let Vivienne play girlfriend, and she would just fuck me whenever the urge struck her. The busty redhead would enjoy her holiday and take what sexual opportunities she could for the next three days, and head home with pleasant memories and a lot more luggage. After breakfast, the girls decided that they didn't need to return to Mykonos. Their flights home on Saturday routed through Athens, and on a whim, we decided to just head out to sea and I would drop them off in Athens directly when the time came. The trip back to the mainland would take six hours, traveled quite leisurely. We could go faster; but then the girls would have a much bumpier ride and it wouldn't be as much fun to be in the jacuzzi, and we couldn't have that. This time, to my surprise, Lucette was the first one to elevate me out of the tub and give me a blowjob. The doe-eyed brunette had been talking with the other girls, and after I blasted my wad into her mouth, she gestured to Evania who eagerly came over to swap spit and cum. "Lucette!" Cecile exclaimed in outright astonishment, her green eyes wide and both hands over her mouth. The slender brunette pulled away, giggling ecstatically. "That was actually nice!" "You kissed a girl!" Cecile gaped in French, my rudimentary language skills enough to translate that much. "And I'm going to do much more!" Lucette babbled a reply in her native tongue. And then Lucette dragged my valet back inside the boat where the two of them proved that the Lesbos wasn't the only Greek island that inspired girl-on-girl pleasure. I would have followed Lucette and Evania inside to watch Lucette's first Sapphic experience, if not join in. But Lucette's display got Aveline and Vivienne horny; and the two of them decided to double-team me right there in the jacuzzi. I got a particular kick out of watching Cecile's wide eyes as Aveline athletically rode up and down my pole while Vivienne fed me her luscious tits. Then Cecile practically had a heart attack when Vivienne produced a bottle of lube and bent over right there at the edge of the jacuzzi, reaching back to spread her own asscheeks. And while the innocent young blonde watched with a gaping jaw, I proceeded to ream out Vivienne's asshole, the both of us sloshing water everywhere. In the end it all worked out, because Aveline distracted the shoulder-length blonde by first shoving two fingers into Cecile's pussy when the she wasn't looking, causing the shocked girl's green eyes to get even bigger. "Aveline!" she screeched but made no attempt to remove the fingers. "Relax," Aveline soothed in French. "Relax..." Then the busty, naked redhead moved in to capture her friend's lips and move a hand over the blonde girl's healthy C-cup breast. Cecile moaned into the kiss despite her nerves, her eyes fluttering as she soaked in the sensations. Aveline continued fingerfucking Cecile's pussy and ultimately, she lifted the shy girl onto the jacuzzi platform and began eating out her blonde- trimmed muff. I'm not sure if Cecile came harder when Aveline shoved a third finger into her pussy while munching on her clit, or when she saw me busting my nut deep inside Vivienne's anal chute. I shook my head wryly. I should have gone to college in France. Four hot, bisexual friends who love to play with each other? Man, I went to the wrong school. ------- The trip to Athens took long enough for us to have lunch and then take naps well into the afternoon. Evania was bunking down with Lucette in the French girl's stateroom while Cecile was cuddled up to Aveline in the redhead's stateroom. Vivienne, of course, stayed with me. But I woke up early and Vivienne was determined to remain attached to my hip. So when I went to get some fresh air, she followed after me. We were perhaps thirty minutes from arrival, and I briefly considered waking the girls. But then, we were in no hurry and we had no scheduled plans. There was no harm in letting them rest. Vivienne and I went to the forward end of the main lounge, the windscreens protecting us from the open ocean air as we stared straight ahead. I settled into a comfortable couch and opened my arm when Vivienne moved to snuggle up with me. I exhaled quietly and felt content as she wrapped her warm body against my side, and I let my hand gently stroke through her hair and down her scalp. We lay like that for a few minutes before she asked me the question I had begun to suspect would come. "Can I stay with you?" I sighed. We both knew she wasn't just asking about the next few hours. This had happened once before. Marta, one of the Spanish college girls from Ibiza had been overwhelmed by the luxurious lifestyle and expensive gifts and pleaded to stay with me. She didn't care to return home to her boring life of studies and promised she would follow me anywhere. She was the prettiest of the trio and my personal favorite. Her flexible body could contort into the most amazing shapes. But she asked to stay with me before I'd become fond of her, and I reminded her that this was just a holiday. The night before they returned, she was in tears. But in the end, she kissed me and thanked me for the most wonderful week of her life. Now it was Vivienne's turn. And I had to admit, I was far more tempted this time around. Even days after we'd first met, Vivienne's sheer physical beauty attracted me as powerfully as ever. Her raw sexuality was thrilling. Her legs were perfection. Her lithe frame and massive tits were awe-inspiring. And her face was one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen. I wasn't sure if she could get through the ice cold walls I'd set up around my heart, but the way she looked at me with those soft brown eyes had done quite a bit to melt down those defenses. She read the hesitation in my eyes and immediately spoke again. "Please, Tohm." I still loved the way she pronounced the name. She bit her lip nervously and pleaded, "I WANT to stay with you." "Why? Why, Vivienne?" "Because I like spending time with you," she replied quickly. I snorted. "It has nothing to do with my money? Expensive dinners, clothes, and jewelry?" "And you do not want me here because of my body and sex?" she arched her eyebrows with a smile. "Touché." I chuckled. Even if it wasn't politically correct, wealthy men and trophy wives had long found each other for the same reasons. "This is a chance to get away from my boring life," she said with hope in both her voice and eyes. "Perhaps you will take me to see the world!" I sighed. "You have a home, family, and friends, Vivienne." The beautiful dirty-blonde shook her head. "They will still love me, wherever I am." "You have a job and an apartment with Aveline." "I HATE my job and Aveline can always find another roommate. Perhaps she might even come with us, no?" I shook my head. From what I'd read into Aveline's personality, she wouldn't. This was a fantasy holiday, but the redhead would return to reality come Saturday. "I know what I am getting into," Vivienne stated sincerely. "I do not ask you to fall in love with me. But I am having too much fun to want to stop. I've been talking a lot with Evania about your life and what you have been doing these past months. After this, will you go back to Mykonos and find more girls? I will help you with them. Perhaps you want to go to France? Let us go to Nice. I will serve you like Evania and show you around!" I sighed, "Vivienne..." She wasn't about to let up. "Please Tohm. Let me come with you. I will be the best girlfriend you can imagine." She winced nervously. Her eyes were getting wilder and her accent thicker the longer she spoke. Her voice was full of emotion and there was a desperation in her tone. "Or ... even not as a girlfriend. I will be whatever you want me to be," she said quietly. "Just let me stay with you. Take me wherever you go next. And I will give you so much pleasure you won't even be able to stand! It's not like I will be very expensive for you to keep." My eyes sharpened. "No. I will not make you a paid mistress," I barked rather harshly. Vivienne quailed, shrinking away from my tone. "I didn't mean ... I just ... I just..." I realized how I'd reacted and my expression softened. "I'm sorry, Vivienne. That anger was not meant for you." I quieted down and looked away. "Something from your past again," she deduced intuitively. I sighed. "My life is more than just money and leisure, Vivienne. I have ... complications..." She shook her head. "Nothing that would change the man I see right here. You are a good man, Tohm." "You don't even know me." "You are wealthy and you could easily have taken advantage of us. Perhaps you did, in a way, but nothing we did not know we were getting into. You are a kind man, and you've been so gentle with both Lucette and Cecile. You have a good heart. That is all I need to know." She chuckled. "Well, you are also a fantastic lover." I sighed and put my hand over my eyes. Why did she have to be so sweet and so beautiful? Why did this have to be so tempting? Just put her off your fucking boat on Saturday and be done with it, I told myself. Go to the next party town and pick up four more Vivienne's, without these complicated feelings. You started with two local Greek girls, then three Spanish college students, and now these four babes. Maybe you should try five next. "Please, Tohm? Let me stay with you?" Vivienne pleaded. "For how long?" "For however long you will keep me? I ask nothing more." I sighed. "Let me think about it." She nodded, and then slid her hand into my shorts, wrapping her nimble fingers around my cock. "I will let you think. But first, let a girl help to make up your mind." ------- -- ATHENS, GREECE -- We emerged from the main lounge a full half-hour after arrival at Piraeus, the port city of Athens. My balls were drained for the moment and Vivienne squished between her legs. Only then did I signal Evania to go around waking our guests from their naps. Vivienne returned to her room to clean up and dress while I waited for Evania to come and dress me. My gorgeous valet knelt and cleaned me with her mouth, tasting the remains of Vivienne's essence on my prick, but she only cleaned me. Then we made ready to disembark. A well-appointed Mercedes GL was waiting for us, complete with driver. Evania slid up front to give directions. Lucette and Cecile volunteered for the third row. That left me sandwiched between Aveline and Vivienne in the middle. We'd just gotten seated when Vivienne pulled my hand beneath her skirt, pushing my fingers into her soaking wet pussy. The gorgeous blonde leaned against my side and husked, "I'm not wearing any panties. You can take me whenever you want." I arched an eyebrow and nodded before beginning to rub lightly, which made Vivienne's eyes flutter; and she started to moan softly as the little bits of pleasure began soaking into her body. Her moans got Aveline's attention, and the busty redhead on my left smirked before grabbing my other hand. Aveline WAS wearing panties, but she pulled them aside while pressing my other fingers into her crotch. And so I spent the next thirty minutes fingering two pussies as we headed for the shopping areas. The girls actually hadn't gone shopping since Tuesday morning, since we spent all of Wednesday off-shore. And once we hit the upscale districts my girls went absolutely NUTS. They'd been somewhat reserved in their purchases at Mykonos, not knowing me well enough to risk buying too many frivolous things. But a few days of getting to know me and my laid-back attitude took the reins off their appetites, and we quickly had so many new items that we had to send the car back just to drop off the shopping bags. After all, we were now in the cosmopolitan city of Athens, not just a resort town. Clothes, shoes, and handbags were the order of the day. And of course, I couldn't let my girls continue to wear jewelry they'd already had for a few days. I insisted that they needed new necklaces, bracelets, sunglasses, watches, earrings, etcetera. And THIS time, I got to stay and watch as all five of my gorgeous ladies tried on new lingerie, even Cecile. I got so worked up, I decided to accept Vivienne's offer and corralled her in a dressing room, bending the statuesque dirty-blonde against the wall and taking her from behind. Afterwards, I poked my head out and beckoned Evania in to clean up our guest. I also made the executive decision to check into the Hotel Grande Bretagne for the next two nights. The Royal Suite happened to be available and we also booked an adjoining Grande Deluxe Suite for the extra space. Vivienne quickly set up shop in the master bedroom with me, and none of the others bothered to challenge her. We then moved as a group to take dinner at the GB Roof Garden. We'd had some excellent meals both at Mykonos cafés and aboard the yacht, but this dinner blew all those out of the water. For someone who had never been to Athens before, it was quite an experience having a magnificent rooftop view of the Acropolis while dining on the finest Mediterranean cuisine. And after a few days spent downing ouzo and whatever wine we would could find around Mykonos, it was quite refreshing to get the really good stuff this night. I had to hand it to the French girls: They didn't come from the wealthiest backgrounds, but they certainly knew their wine. After dinner we all went to a nightclub recommended by the hotel. It was rather more upscale than Mykonos, and a touch more restrained. Of course, the more inhibited atmosphere didn't stop Vivienne from crawling underneath the table to give me a blowjob. A half-hour later, I nearly spit out my drink when Lucette crawled under the table to do the same. The shy brunette certainly had decided to let loose on this holiday, throwing caution to the wind. Unfortunately, a bouncer caught Lucette crawling back up into her seat with a glob of my cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. He looked like he wanted to make some trouble for us, but Evania stood up, slipped him a few bills, and said something in Greek. Whatever she said, the burly bouncer just smirked a reply and then walked away. Almost immediately after the bouncer left, Aveline leaned over and asked something of Evania. I couldn't hear them over the thudding bass beat of the music, but I wasn't trying very hard since Lucette and Vivienne were cuddling up quite close to me, Vivienne doing her level best to permanently embed her tongue into my throat while Lucette just seemed satisfied to run her hands along my chest. But then Aveline tapped out Lucette and slid around to change places with the slender brunette. I smiled casually as the busty redhead settled underneath my left arm and moved to take over throat-diving where Vivienne had left off. But Aveline wasn't about to stop there. Her hand was soon in my crotch, slipping beneath the hem of my designer slacks as she began stroking me to get me hard again. I was still a little wet with Lucette's saliva, and Aveline simply used it to grip me even tighter while slickly gliding her hand back and forth. I gasped and pulled back. "Mmm ... you don't want to get us into trouble again, do you?" The gorgeous redhead smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling in the strobing lights. "Do not worry, Tom. Evania said the bouncer promised we would not be disturbed again. She must have given him a lot." My eyebrows raised and then Aveline was sliding into my lap, facing away from me so as not to appear too conspicuous. After all, any passing club-goer could still see us. But there was no mistaking the movements she was making beneath the table. I felt Aveline sliding her skirt up to her waist and it soon became clear she wasn't wearing any panties. Ultimately, it was Vivienne who reached down and elevated my prick into position, the dirty-blonde holding it in place while Aveline adjusted herself and then slowly sat down on the upright rod. "Ohhh ... I will miss this..." Aveline sighed, her chin dropping down to her chest as she felt me penetrating all the way up into her vaginal cavity. And then leaning back against me, the gorgeous young babe began to gyrate in time with the music, using my dick as a pole at the center of her orbits. Not too far away from us, two young men were chatting over their drinks and dropping more than a few glances back toward my table. They were doing quite a bit of ogling Vivienne in her skimpy outfit, her big tits threatening to burst from the sheer fabric. But now their gaze shifted to Aveline's wobbling orbs as she looked to be giving me a lapdance. One of them gestured with a finger and his drink, and I intuitively knew they were speculating on whether or not the busty redhead was actually fucking me. I decided to remove all doubt from their minds. I slid both hands up and under Aveline's spaghetti strap top, my hand making a definite outline beneath the tight material. I cupped her large breasts, squeezing the heavenly globes firmly and actively bucking my ass off the bench seat to thrust myself into the redhead's juicing cunt. Both young men's eyes went wide as they realized what I was doing, and their eyes darted to mine for just a brief moment. With a cocky grin, I nodded knowingly at them. And as their jaws dropped, their gazes went back to the sight of Aveline, moaning in heat as she closed her eyes and fucked herself back at me without any further concerns for her exposed state. Aveline's only concession to modesty was that when she came, she bit her own lip to keep from screaming out loud. But muffled or not, I certainly could feel her body's reaction as she quivered and shook as if in the middle of an earthquake. And a minute later I joined her, spraying the redhead's innards with my third load of the evening. "Stay right here," I whispered in her ear once we'd finished, my dick slowly going limp inside Aveline's pussy. Then I turned to Vivienne, who was still watching us intently. I beckoned her to me for a kiss and then gave her my instructions. I felt her cheek shiver beneath the palm of my hand when she pulled back and nodded, a gleam in her eyes. As instructed, Vivienne turned and winked at the two young men. And then for the second time that night, she slid beneath the table and moved herself between my legs. For the second time that night, she began slurping and swallowing my cum, only now as it leaked out of her best friend. In the end, Vivienne pulled my dick out and licked it clean before putting it away. Then she finished hoovering out Aveline, keeping the final few globs in her mouth. And after sliding back up to sit beside her friend, Vivienne extended her tongue out, quite obviously with a load of white cream on top of it; and she let Aveline hungrily devour the last of my load. I would miss these girls. ------- -- FRIDAY -- Sexually speaking, Friday was one of the greatest days of my life. I'd had quite a few adventures in the past few years, many of them with multiple hot babes not so different from these French girls. But Friday turned out to be quite incredible. The plan was to play tourist and visit some ancient monuments. But as Vivienne once said, 'Plans? What fun would it be if we made plans?' It started with Vivienne's wake-up blowjob. For the second night in a row, all other girls were banished from my bed so that Vivienne could snuggle up to me by herself. We'd stayed quite late at the nightclub, dancing until the early hours of morning, so I fully expected to sleep in on this day. But it was the girls' last full day with me, and my devoted playmate apparently intended to make use of every available hour. And so it was barely 7am when my crusted-eyelids pried themselves open to find radiant sunshine pouring in through the opened drapes. The golden rays haloed around Vivienne's dirty- blonde head, giving her the appearance of an angel. Well, an angel with my cock in her mouth. Her intensity was back, full-force. Actually, Vivienne hadn't really stopped being intense around me since yesterday morning. And the way her soft brown eyes locked onto mine while her head bobbed up and down sent shivers down my spine. I hadn't seen a girl stare at me that HARD since... ... well, I didn't want to think about that. I sighed. I couldn't keep her. I shouldn't keep her. But maybe if I hadn't wanted Vivienne to stay with me, I wouldn't have bought her that 3,000 Euro necklace yesterday. It was the same necklace she wore right now. Actually, it was the ONLY thing she was wearing. And as she moved up to fold my dick into the valley of her cleavage and press those gorgeous tits around my cockflesh, I groaned in resignation. Could I actually say goodbye? The door opened then and Evania poked her head in, saying, "Mr. Eriksen?" Aveline soon poked her head in as well. Good lord, was EVERYONE awake at this early hour? Aveline looked like she wanted to rush in and hop on the bed, but my ever-loyal valet held the redhead at bay and raised her eyes to me, her expression asking whether or not I wanted them to go away. I figured that given a choice, Vivienne would like to have me to herself this morning. And for that reason alone, I beckoned Evania and Aveline inside. I needed the extra distraction. I couldn't get attached to Vivienne. And I couldn't let her get any more attached to me than she already was. 'Fuck 'em all, ' I told myself. 'You're a narcissistic bastard. You're not supposed to have feelings for any of them.' Vivienne noticed their entry and for the briefest of moments, clear annoyance flashed in her eyes. But it soon passed and the gorgeous dirty-blonde quickly moved aside to let Evania strip off her negligee and dive onto my prick, greedily sucking me into her mouth. At the other end, Vivienne moved behind my beautiful valet and slid two fingers into Evania's snatch from behind, causing the Greek brunette to moan around my shaft. In the meantime, Aveline went straight for my face, kissing me firmly before stripping off her own nightgown and then feeding me a swollen, ruby red nipple. I raised my hands to play with her glorious tits, perhaps not quite as large as Vivienne's but certainly big and firm enough. I switched back and forth, lavishing both breasts with my saliva before tugging the busty redhead's crotch over my face so I could taste her sweet pussy. I hadn't done nearly enough muff-diving this trip. With five girls and only one cock, the girls certainly had spent enough time eating each other out that they didn't necessarily need me munching on them. Even Cecile was starting to get quite the workout playing with her friends, and actually let Evania seduce her last night after the nightclub from what I was told. So this morning, I took the time to savor Aveline's flavors, not letting her get up until I'd eaten her to two spectacular orgasms. By that point, I was hanging onto my own climax by the barest thread. Vivienne and Evania were taking turns sucking me, passing me back and forth like my dick was their favorite candy. And while it would certainly be enjoyable to bust my nut into one of their mouths, I still had fucking I wanted to do. So I pried them off and told my Three 'V's to give me a break. The girls huddled together to come up with their next course of action. From nowhere, Evania produced six handkerchiefs. They may have actually been some sort of table napkin but the point was, she bound Vivienne's and Aveline's wrists together with two of them and then used two more to attach those wrists to the headboard of my bed. Thus, the two of the most gorgeous French girls I'd ever met were fully naked and flat on their backs, with their arms stretched out behind them and restrained so that they would be completely unable to resist me. Then Evania handed me the last two handkerchiefs and told me to string her up next to them. My Three 'V's. All in a row. I nearly blew then and there. I took Vivienne first, fucking her to a quick climax before sliding over to Aveline and ultimately to Evania. By the time I started stroking in and out of my busty valet, I'd reached my pleasure limit and with bulging eyes and an even more bulging cock, I pulled out and knee-walked up to the gorgeous brunette's face. Evania was straining at her bonds in desperation to reach me before I went off. But we ran out of time and my first shot sprayed across the bridge of her nose and her cheek. But then she finally managed to get my pulsing dick inside her mouth, and I spunked the rest of my load down her throat, leaving her to let her head lay back as she whispered a happy, "Thank you, sir." I moved myself over to Vivienne and Aveline, letting the two of them suck me back to hardness before I went down the line of beauties, fucking their tits in sequence. None of the girls were smaller than a D-cup, and the abundance of titflesh was almost more pleasurable than fucking their pussies. But then Evania spoke up, giggling as she informed me, "The jelly is in the bedside table." My eyes lit up, and three near-identical grins show up on my girls' faces. I released Evania so that she could help me lube up Vivienne's and Aveline's assholes while the two French girls rotated over into a doggy-position. Then I re- tied my valet to the headboard and lubed her up myself before gripping the gorgeous Greek girl's hips and sinking my cock into her ass. Evania's strongest orgasm came when I was spanking both her buttcheeks in rapid-succession while sawing my cock in and out of her anus. I even started spanking Aveline to my left a few times as well. And when her knees buckled beneath her I switched over to Vivienne. The sexy dirty-blonde began moaning my name the instant my mushroom head pushed through her sphincter. And then she was urging for me to fuck her harder while I grabbed a tit with my left hand and manipulated her clit with my right. After Vivienne came and collapsed, last but not least was Aveline. For her, I flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs up next to her ears. Her own knees were crushing against her upright breasts and she gritted her teeth and groaned when I rammed my dick through her back door. I held nothing back as I threw every gram of my weight into fucking her, hammering my pelvis against her ass and giving her the reaming of her life. I actually beat Aveline to climax, ramming forward and unloading a massive torrent of cum deep into her bowels. But the sensation of her anal chute being flooded with jizz set the busty redhead off, causing her to howl at the ceiling. The four of us then climbed into the massive shower together, soapy hands groping at every bit of flesh we could reach while we all cleaned off. I think Aveline came again when Evania decided to try cleaning out the redhead's pussy with a few extra fingers. And to finish off our morning, we didn't bother with handkerchiefs or plans or order. We simply tumbled onto the bed in a riot of naked bodies, kissing, sucking, licking, and fucking anything we could get our hands on. Every two minutes it seemed like one of the girls was crying out in orgasm. But I knew what I wanted: I'd cum in Evania's mouth. I'd spunked into Aveline's ass. Now I wanted to nut in Vivienne's pussy, and complete the trifecta of trifectas. I ended up atop the dirty-blonde in a missionary position, her legs scissored behind my ass while I thrust into her with heavy lunges. Evania was sitting on her face, getting eaten out at first; but eventually Evania rolled off while she and Aveline got into a heady French kiss. That left me to simply bend over and softly brush my lips against Vivienne's with a tenderness that stood in sharp contrast to the wildness of the previous couple of hours. Vivienne's soft brown eyes were melting my defenses, and I felt an upwelling of emotion in my throat as I looked down at the serenity on her face. She was HAPPY right now. She was unbearably happy to end with me on top of her like this, thrusting powerfully into her spasming pussy while gazing with adoration into her eyes. I was responsible for that happiness, and I could just as easily take it away. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to hurt her. I cared about her. Shit, too late to not have feelings. In the end, I simply set my forehead down on the mattress beside her head in resignation, thinking only of the pleasure Vivienne's body was bringing me. She wrapped her arms around my back and stroked my spine lovingly, cooing pleasantries in French into my ear with words I didn't understand but with meanings I knew all too well. And when the pleasure became too much, I simply let my body sag down onto hers, letting my weight drop as my balls uncorked and spewed blast after blast of hot cum into her womb. Vivienne came with me. She came because of me, her body trembling as she felt my offering of liquid love. And when we were done, she stroked my back and whispered haltingly, "Merci ... mon amour." She'd called me 'her love'. And without thinking about it, I replied softly, "Avec plaisir ... mon cheri." I'd called her 'my darling'. Ohhh this was going to get complicated. ------- If I thought Vivienne was clingy the past few days, this day she showed me the MEANING of clingy. And the problem was: I couldn't be happier. Breakfast was room service, and she and I didn't bother to get dressed. The girls were all used to seeing me naked, even Cecile. We played with our food, Vivienne taking every opportunity to feed me or even lathering yogurt onto her breast for me to lick up. Her enthusiasm was infectious, with everyone else in the room smiling at our antics. There was no jealousy, Aveline had dropped the competition long ago, and the redhead even tossed Vivienne an extra strawberry to swirl around the whipped cream and feed to me. Evania, my valet, was loyal and devoted but held no possessiveness over me. Everyone had seen how Vivienne had been crushing harder and harder on me as the week progressed. And honestly, everyone had also seen me grow more and more attached to the gorgeous beauty as well. By the end of the meal, Vivienne simply bent over and slurped my cock into her mouth. I'd already cum three times and wasn't feeling particularly horny, but she simply wanted to suck on me for the pure joy of it, and I wasn't about to stop her. She didn't get me off, and we eventually prepared to head out. Vivienne came along to watch, and help, as Evania dressed me. Vivienne was very specific in helping to select my wardrobe for the day, and I got the distinct impression it was a duty Vivienne very much wanted to do for me again and again. I sighed almost mournfully. The last woman who held such influence over my fashion choices was... ... But she wasn't around anymore. She'd left me, to deal with her own demons. I gritted my teeth against the pain welling up inside me. I'd been so good at walling away those emotions. For months, I hadn't felt it this bad. But somehow, Vivienne melting down my defenses not only opened me up to my own affections for her, but also set loose the negative feelings I'd thought I'd finally successfully buried. "Tohm?" Vivienne touched my cheek, concern etched into her eyes. I looked up from my reverie, forcing a smile onto my face as I stared into her soft brown eyes. "I'm fine." "Are you sure?" I nodded, willing her to just drop it. "I'm fine." The girls finished dressing me in silence. ------- No matter how much money you have, the best way to visit the Acropolis is just to walk around, putting your feet on the dirt and seeing it with your own eyes. The Mercedes GL dropped us off and the girls meandered around, snapping photos like their lives depended on it. Evania was playing tour guide again. But this time, instead of giving a professional and proper commentary like when we were on Mykonos, my valet joked and chattered with the girls like an old friend. She even shared with us some of the seedier rumors about Greeks and ancient times. Kinky people, those ancient Greeks. And of course, Vivienne clutched my arm like she never wanted to let go. I have to admit, I spent more time watching the eye-candy instead of the ancient ruins. The girls were all dressed for walking, which meant short-shorts that barely covered asses, skintight tops that didn't cover bellies, and various accessories that only emphasized their youth and vitality. For example, Vivienne was cruising around in new tennis shoes, white knee-high socks, jean shorts that didn't actually cover her ass, and a pink tank top that was doing a woefully inadequate job of containing her tits. Top it off with a denim baseball cap with her dirty- blonde hair dropping down in two pigtails, and she was the very image of a naughty young plaything just waiting to be ravaged at my very whim. And all four of the other girls were in a similar state of dress. Some things had changed since the girls first started snapping photos on Tuesday. In the beginning, 99% of the pictures didn't include me. The girls were enjoying whatever exotic location I'd taken them to, like Mykonos and Delos, and they could plausibly return home and show off a hundred photos that made it seem like it was just the four of them on holiday together. There was the occasional shot of me or Evania in them, but not much. Evania and I had started creeping into the photos on the yacht. After all, they'd have to explain whose yacht it was, right? Then there was the private cove on the uninhabited island. Everyone was naked in those pictures, so I don't think the girls were planning to share them with friends and family. I was scrolling through one of the cameras and my jaw dropped open when I realized someone had snapped a shot of Aveline giving me a blowjob on the beach. And I nearly spit up when I saw that there was also a shot of me fucking Lucette with our clothes on. I turned the camera to the slender brunette. "Did you know about this?" The doe-eyed beauty smiled at me and nodded. "I want to remember." Then she returned to scoping out the Parthenon, and Vivienne dragged me with her to take yet another shot of the two of us. I swear half the memory card was now just her and me. Truly, by now Evania and I were a part of the group. Instead of one of us snapping a picture of the four French girls, we frequently would snag another tourist to take a picture of all six of us. A part of me wondered how the girls would explain things to their friends and family. But I figured they would just selectively separate certain pictures for private recollection. But if that was the case, Vivienne wouldn't have any recent shots of her for 'public' consumption. She simply refused to let go of me long enough to even take a single picture without me in it. I didn't particularly mind. The dirty-blonde was so bubbly and happy and effusive with her affection that I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be at that moment. There's something to be said about a kiss so intense and passionate that you forget there're a thousand tourists milling around you. Once we'd finished stomping around the Acropolis, certainly contributing to the ancient monument decaying at a rapid pace due to foot traffic, we took things to a different level. And by level, I mean a much higher level. The girls gawked at the luxury helicopter when we brought them to it. None of them had ever been on a helicopter before and Lucette at first was too scared to climb in. But the cabin was pressurized and insulated, and we were soon airborne. The best way to visit the Acropolis is on foot. The best way to see the CITY is in the air. And THIS time, we didn't have a single tourist around us. Of course, the newfound privacy and the idea that we were in the air spurred Vivienne into wanting to join the mile-high club (or whatever its metric equivalent), even though we weren't nearly that high. We had just enough time to get her wet, get her mounted, and get her filled with cum before Lucette started getting nauseous. After forty-five minutes, the helicopter returned to the ground and Lucette made a mad dash for the nearest waste can. While we waited, Evania asked if she could have my jizz, but Vivienne almost shyly said she wanted to keep me inside her for as long as possible. Evania didn't seem to mind terribly much. She'd gotten to taste Cecile's nectar when she talked the innocent young blonde into getting eaten for her own version of a mile-high encounter. I distinctly remember the mysterious look on Cecile's face as she stared right at me while the orgasm swept through her somewhere far above Piraeus. Once we'd gotten our stomachs settled, we found a nice café and got lunch, then returned to the hotel for an afternoon sièste. In the master bedroom, Vivienne got me hard and stripped us naked. Climbing aboard, she pushed me inside her and we fucked quietly until I filled her pussy for the third time that day. And then she lay down on my chest so that she could nap while feeling my prick deep inside her. Perhaps three hours later, we drove off to find, L'Abreuvoir, one of the finest restaurants in Athens and French to boot. The weather was perfect for outdoor seating in the garden, and we spent a good two hours there drinking wine and talking about everything we'd done this week. Aveline, Lucette, and Cecile spoke of all the experiences they would brag to their friends about, from the yacht to the uninhabited island to the helicopter and everything in between. I found that the girls would even brag about meeting me and Evania. Sure, they'd gotten a little wild, but it was a holiday, no? Aveline joked that her other friends would want to come visit and see if I would take them on a weeklong adventure. But conspicuously, Vivienne didn't join in these comments. She never once mentioned what she would say to her friends when she saw them, and I believed I knew the reason: Vivienne wasn't planning to tell them anything because she wasn't planning to go home. She still hoped she would stay with me. She hadn't come out and asked me again just yet, but the hope was still there. And I wasn't so sure I would turn her down when she did ask. "You are strangely quiet, Tom," Aveline giggled over a glass of expensive wine. "Won't you miss us?" I smiled and managed a grunt. Aveline's bright blue eyes went up and she grinned knowingly. "Ah, Vivienne is distracting you, no?" "Oui-oui," I grunted. Indeed, Vivienne was leaning against my side, pillowing her head on my shoulder while her right hand stroked up and down my cock underneath the table. The gorgeous dirty-blonde just grinned before ducking her head down and taking several long sucks at my prick before sitting back up. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Any meal. Every meal. I will bend down and suck your cock." I groaned and nodded as Vivienne ducked back down to resume her blowjob. No girl had ever devoted herself so completely to my pleasure like this before. Marta, the Spanish girl from Ibiza, had been enthusiastic but not quite this brazen about it. My wife had been quite the cocksucker, but we were equals in that relationship. My old assistant was willing, but she waited to read my moods. My last girlfriend was an equal. Even Evania waited for me to give her direction. No one had ever pushed themselves so completely after me, constantly offering herself and apparently willing to fuck me at the drop of a hat. Why? I wasn't asking Vivienne to do this for me. She already had the clothes, the jewelry, and the luxurious vacation. She could have fucked me half as much as she had and I would have been perfectly happy with her. But the girl sounded like she craved me. It was so intense it was almost scary. I couldn't get attached. I shouldn't get attached. I had to send her home. Gently, I reached down and pried Vivienne off my cock. She pouted at first but obediently raised her head up. I took a deep breath and set my jaw. What I was about to tell Vivienne would absolutely crush her. She might not understand, but it was necessary, for the both of us. I held her hands in my own, and then I stated, "Vivienne, for the rest of this night, you are not to touch me, do you understand?" She didn't. Her forehead furrowed and her eyes sharpened, a deep frown etching its way across her face. "Tohm-" "After I release your hands, you may not kiss me, hug me, or otherwise touch me. If I make love with one of the other girls, you may join in, but still you may not touch me. Do you understand?" "Tohm, NO!" Vivienne shook her head, aghast at what I was proposing. "Please, Vivienne." "But why?" Her voice was rising and I patted her hand, lest she make a scene in the restaurant. All conversation around the table had gone deadly silent. "Because this is what I want." "Why? Why?" she demanded. "Will you do it for me?" I asked softly. Her mouth opened, flapped a few times as she searched for something to say, but no sounds came out. Her eyebrows were pinched in and a look of extreme pain marred the girl's angelic face. She bit her lip and then moaned, "Tohm, I don't understand..." "If I asked you to climb into my lap and let me fuck your ass dry until I came inside your bowels, would you let me?" "Of course!" "If I asked you to strip naked and dance on this table, in full view of all these people, would you do it?" "For you, yes!" "Now I ask you not to touch me for the rest of this night." A heartbreaking wail creaked out the corners of Vivienne's lips as she clenched her teeth in agonized frustration. "But Tohm! This is the last night!" "We still have the morning." Her chest was heaving up and down as she fought to breathe, the rise and fall of her cleavage rather distracting. Her eyes rapidly darted left and right, seemingly at random, staring at nothing. She clenched her teeth even harder and looked on the verge of tears as she panted in a full-blown panic. "And will we have after the morning?" I pinched my lips and looked down. "I don't know yet." "Please, Tohm, I want to STAY with you!" Aveline's eyes darted across the table. She may have suspected her best friend was thinking along these lines, but this was the first public confirmation. I sighed. "I know." "If I do this, will you let me stay with you?" "Perhaps." "Perhaps???" Vivienne looked ready to pass out. I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves. "If you don't do this, if you touch me tonight, I will certainly put you on that plane tomorrow." Vivienne's lower lip quivered. "This is my test ... of obedience." I shrugged. However she wanted to look at it. I just knew I couldn't make love with her again this night. I needed time to recover. I needed to distract myself with girls that I didn't have such strong feelings for. If Vivienne made love to me tonight, I knew I would never let her go. "Yes," I said firmly. Vivienne's chest rose and fell twice more with big, gulping swallows of air. And then in less than a heartbeat, a supernatural calm fell over her. "Very well," she stated serenely. I was astounded at how fast Vivienne had gone from inconsolable grief to perfect stillness. In fact, she was a little too still. Her eyes were wide and locked onto me, her head canted at a slight angle. For a moment, she looked like a robot that had just been turned off. "Vivienne?" I ventured cautiously. She blinked and then her body settled, the rigidity of her posture melting away. "I will do it. For you, Tohm. I will do it." I sighed with relief. If Vivienne only knew that all she had to do was make love to me one more time and I'd keep her forever... I shook the thought from my head. It was going to be an interesting night. ------- The evening did not start the way I was expecting it. An unfortunate side-effect of ordering Vivienne to not even touch me for the rest of the night had a rather mood-killing effect on the other girls. The same way everyone was jovial and giggly while Vivienne was fawning all over me and happily in love, now everyone was quiet and withdrawn since Vivienne was quiet and withdrawn. Not much was said in the car on the way back to the hotel, and I sat up front to avoid having to deal with any of them. Upon returning to the hotel, I decided to remove myself from the situation. The girls would hopefully feel more comfortable without me around and I went into my bedroom and closed the door. Then I went to take a shower and clean away the day's grime before dressing in silk boxers and a bathrobe, lying down on the bed and contemplating my existence. THIS was why I didn't want to get involved with any of the girls. Emotions were just so ... frustrating ... The month with the Naoussan local girls had been far too long. I'd cut things down to a week with the Spanish girls at Ibiza specifically to avoid things getting to this point. And I hadn't even spent five whole DAYS since the Monday morning when I first met Vivienne and her friends. What more could I do? Shorten things to four days? Three? Maybe one-night stands WERE the way to go. So I lay alone in my bedroom, wondering if I was now going to have to go to sleep completely alone for the first time in a long while. Fuck that. I don't sleep alone. I sat up and got ready to poke my head out and call for Evania. Even if the French girls were disquieted by how dinner had ended, my valet would be ever loyal and adoring. In her arms I would find the sexual relief that would clear my head of these unwelcome thoughts. Actually, Evania tended to enjoy it more when I was feeling particularly frustrated. My sex got quite aggressive and I tended to fuck her that much harder when I was in a mood like this. But just when I was about to get up, a knock sounded at the door. I picked my head up and called, "Come in." To my surprise, a pretty shoulder-length blonde poked her head in. "Tom?" "Cecile!" I sat up straight, an easy smile on my face. "Come in, come in." She smiled back and walked forward, still dressed from dinner. Of all four girls, I'd spoken the least with Cecile. She wasn't the shyest (that would be Lucette), and in fact could be quite friendly. But she'd been the wariest of my sexual intentions from the beginning and thus far had shown little interest in bedding me. Also, her English was the least comfortable of all of them. Still, that hadn't stopped us from interacting comfortably on a daily basis. In such close quarters, it was difficult NOT to communicate. I leaned back against the cushions and the headboard, relaxing comfortably while gesturing Cecile to a nearby armchair. But instead, she came and sat on the edge of the bed next to my knees. My eyebrows went up briefly in curiosity but I let it pass. Then I asked gently, "What can I do for you?" With her limited command of English, Cecile took me quite literally. "Oh no. You have done quite enough for me, thank you. All these beautiful clothes and shoes and-" She looked down and touched the sparkling tennis bracelet hanging limply on her wrist. "And so much more. I don't think I deserve it." I smiled warmly and waved her off. "You're welcome." The blonde blushed and looked down. "I feel embarrassed." "Why?" She looked away. "I have had such a wonderful holiday. I only expected to spend time with my friends in Mykonos, drinking and dancing and watching them pick up men." Cecile blushed bright red. "I even imagined what it would be like to have a ... casual ... affair with a man for one night." She giggled. "But I knew I would never have the ... the... courage ... to go through with it." I chuckled, thinking it so cute how she fumbled for the right word in English. I was pretty sure 'courage' translated to 'courage' in French. "It's harder than it looks." Cecile raised her eyebrow at me. "You seem to do just fine." It was my turn to blush. "I've had some practice." Cecile then bit her lip. "This holiday has been so much more. I've seen so many more things and done so many more ... things ... in a few days than in the last few years. And it hasn't cost me anything. I feel like I'm cheating." I chuckled. "Avec plaisir. My pleasure." She shook her head. "No. Not from me." I suddenly got what she was getting at. "Cecile..." Her green eyes quickly darted up to mine. She pouted prettily and moved a hand up to the strap of her dress. "You can have me, Tom, if you wish. You have given so much to me. You deserve it." She bit her lip nervously and pulled the strap off her shoulder. "Cecile," I interrupted and moved to stop her hand. Quickly, I took hold of the strap and raised it back onto her shoulder. Then I grabbed the shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "I meant what I said in the beginning: No one has to do anything they don't want to do." "But all the other girls have-" "All the other girls did what they wanted to do. No one is obligated." "You are a wealthy man, Tom. You have spent much on me and the others, and I have not paid my part." "You are not whores, Cecile," I interrupted harshly. "I have had whores. I know what a whore is, and you are NOT a whore." She looked like I'd slapped her. "I did not mean-" "You don't have to pay me anything. You can leave tomorrow with all my gifts, and you don't have to sleep with me. I will have just enjoyed your company and the happiness you brought to me and your friends. Tu comprends?" She shuddered, then nodded, and the light in her eyes changed. The dark green became brighter, and I visibly relaxed. No longer did Cecile have the look of a girl going to her execution. From the beginning, she had been the one most wary of me and the one least likely to sleep with me. The last thing I wanted was for someone like her to simply sleep with me because she felt obligated. Yeah, I didn't mind a girl feeling a little more amorous toward me out of gratitude for a wonderful vacation; but that was just to augment their original desire to have a good time, not sexual payment because they felt they HAD to. I had much more enjoyable ways of having sex to waste an erection on someone who didn't want it. Cecile nodded. "You know, Lucette said you would turn me down. I did not believe her." I arched an eyebrow. "Why not?" Cecile blushed again, looking extremely embarrassed. "I think I had already made up my mind that you were just a dirty old man, out to fuck any girl you could get your hands on. I decided before I got to know you." I shrugged. "It's understandable. Although the 'old' part kind of hurts." She giggled. "You are not old. I guessed you were 27 before you told us you were 32. You are in good shape, just like you said." I grinned and flexed my chest and arms for a brief second. Cecile started laughing again. And then before I realized it, she'd darted forward, grabbed my head in her hands, and pressed her lips firmly against mine. I was too surprised to react. Cecile was kissing me firmly and her tongue was trying to worm its way into my mouth, but I just dumbly sat there for a few seconds before instinct kicked in and I opened my mouth to her. She moaned and kissed me harder, molding her body against mine and lifting her legs onto the bed to crawl alongside me. When she broke for air, I pulled my head back and gasped, "Cecile?" "Make love to me, Tom," the pretty girl husked. "Take me!" "But you don't have-" "Take me, Tom!" she interrupted and kissed me again. "I want to. I want to." We kissed for another few seconds before she rolled away and onto her back, giggling mirthfully. "My casual affair!" she crowed, quite pleased with herself. I just chuckled and rolled on top of her, kissing her gently. Then I pulled back and asked softly. "Why?" "Because I can, Tom. Because I want to. Because I don't have to. I've been so wild this week. I never thought I would make love with another woman. I was always curious, but I never had the... (giggle) ... courage to try. And now this. Now you. I can hear you, Tom. I can hear Vivienne screaming her pleasure even when I go to sleep. I want to know what that feels like, tu comprends?" I grinned. "Je comprends." And then I kissed her again. It didn't take long for me to get naked. Cecile dragged my robe off my shoulders and wriggled me out of my boxers with relative ease. She then rolled me onto my back and for about thirty seconds, gave me quite the little striptease. She only managed to remove her dress before embarrassment took over again and she stopped trying to gyrate to imaginary music. She was laughing hilariously and I reached up to grab her and kiss her again, whispering encouragement. But she wouldn't try to dance again, and instead rather quickly removed her bra and panties. Cecile then bent over my lap and sucked me into her mouth. I gritted my teeth and threw my head back at the sudden pleasure. Seriously, do they TEACH cocksucking at French High Schools? All four girls were amazing oral artists and Cecile was already producing wondrous ecstasy that shot up and down my spine too fast for me to even pretend to resist. I looked down as the green-eyed beauty brushed her blonde bangs behind her ears so I would have an unimpeded view of her mouth going up and down in my lap. But I wanted more. I'd come to accept that Cecile and I wouldn't do anything sexual ... ever ... but that didn't mean I held no hope. I knew as well as everyone did that this was the last night, and after days of fantasizing about fucking Cecile I didn't want to wait any longer. I reached down to cup her face and tug her up to me. Panting, Cecile crawled up my body as requested and then I rolled us over until I was hovering above her with my hard, wet cock trapped between our bellies. "I'm going to take you now, Cecile." "Oui! Oui! Take me!" I reached down and aimed my prick, rubbing my head in her folds that were already moist and getting wetter. Swiping up and down a few final times, I then slotted myself and with my eyes boring into Cecile's, I pushed my way into her. Or at least, I tried. Cecile really hadn't had many sexual partners, and she was almost virginally tight as I tried to burrow my thick cock through her narrow entrance. "Take me!" she screamed again. "Take me!" Re-setting my feet to brace myself, I grabbed Cecile's hips and lunged again, this time succeeding in pressing three inches into her vaginal canal. "Take me!" Another lunge, and this time I was all the way in. "AAAAHH!" Cecile's entire body bucked and shuddered. I swear she came right then and there... ... and she didn't seem to stop. We fucked for about ten minutes, Cecile screaming the entire time. I'm not sure if she had three orgasms or fifty, but I know she was certainly happy. The girl who didn't want to have anything sexual to do with me for five days now pounded my ass with her heels and drew blood across my back with her nails, flinging her entire body against me while I pounded her relentlessly. Her head jerked left and right as her light blonde hair went flying in every direction. Her good-sized tits bounced and jiggled, even slapping into my chest on occasion with our fucking motions. And her pussy clenched down oh-so-wonderfully around my invading prick every time her shrieking went up another few decibels. In the end, I simply smothered her entire body and crushed her beneath me, muffling her last scream with my chest. My hips were spasming as my dick fired load after load of cum into her body, pouring out everything that had recharged while I took a three-hour nap earlier plus everything Vivienne had stimulated in me during dinner. I spunked out so much cum that it overflowed Cecile's womb and started squirting out from around the near water-tight seal of her pussy and my shaft, and still I had a few more shots left in me. I suddenly realized Cecile was banging on my back, no longer in pleasure but more in desperation. Belatedly, I realized I was suffocating her beneath me and I hurriedly rolled off, ready to apologize. But the pretty blonde was just laughing with tears in her eyes as she soaked in the radiant bliss of such an exciting sexual encounter. "Incroyable!" she gushed while panting for air. I chuckled. "Glad you liked it." She giggled and rolled into me, burying her face against my shoulder and wrapping an arm across my chest. "Merci, Tom ... Merci ... For this entire trip." I chuckled. "Avec plaisir." Eventually, we both came down from our sexual highs. I stretched, and then wrapping my arm behind Cecile, I tugged her closer to me and asked, "What's going on outside?" "What do you think? They are all talking about you." Cecile sighed. "Vivienne thinks she is in love with you." I sighed. "I know." "She wants to stay with you and not come home." "I know." I didn't want to think about it right now. That was one of the reasons for keeping Vivienne away from me. But just then, my bedroom door opened again, this time with Vivienne herself standing in the entryway. Cecile and I picked our heads up, Vivienne staring straight at me with smoky intensity in her brown eyes. Her sculpted, dark eyebrows were hard and intense. "Vivienne?" I asked with some curiosity. I wasn't expecting her to come to my room this night. "Your rules, Tohm. If you make love with one of the other girls, I may join in, so long as I do not touch you, no?" I bit my lip. I didn't really want her with me, but those HAD been my words. Why did I say them? Did I really want to be so close to temptation? Having her so close, so sexual, would I be able to resist rolling over and TAKING her myself? Or perhaps I WAS subconsciously sabotaging myself. If I made love to her tonight, she would stay with me beyond tomorrow. I knew it. Perhaps she knew it as well. But she would stay within the rules. I sighed and nodded, then gestured to Cecile. "She's all yours." Cecile looked a little nervous. She'd never been intimate with Vivienne and to be honest, she looked a little intimidated. I understood; an intense Vivienne could be QUITE intimidating. But Vivienne smiled. "Relax, Cecile. I'll be gentle, IF we decide to play together. But for now..." Vivienne then swung the door open wider, showing that EVERYONE else was immediately waiting outside. "I just brought more girls for Tohm." Evania was the first one through the door, quickly moving up to Cecile. She stared hungrily between the blonde's thighs where copious amounts of my cum were still leaking out of her. "May I? Please?" Evania practically wheezed excitedly. And the orgy was underway. ------- I was amazed, Vivienne stayed completely apart from the party. Well, she stayed in the room, naked and glorious, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm, showing remarkable control. Never once did she touch me. And never once did she come close enough for me to touch her. When this girl made up her mind about something, she really committed. Me? I fucked everyone else. Aveline was first. Lucette, Evania, and then Cecile again all had their turns as well. But not Vivienne. She obeyed. For me, she stayed out of the fray. Vivienne hung back, whimpering pitifully while I drove into Aveline's sodden snatch from behind, sending the redhead's big tits to swaying back and forth. Lucette teased her when the doe-eyed brunette mounted me cowgirl-style, offering up one of her perky tits to Vivienne while enthusiastically bouncing up and down my cock. And after I nutted a load up Evania's asshole, Aveline actually sucked it out and then gaped her mouth open in invitation to Vivienne, who simply moaned and rubbed herself to an orgasm right then and there before Aveline turned around and snowballed the load back to my Greek valet. Vivienne even stayed away when the girls dragged me into the shower to clean up. The attached bathroom had a big, oversized shower enclosure, just big enough to fit the five of us. I was made squeaky clean but then shoved outside. And only then did Vivienne move into the shower herself, in part to separate herself from me, where all four of the other girls more or less assaulted her. I won't go into details, but at one point, I think all eight hands were caressing Vivienne's shrieking body, and I do believe someone got her entire fist into the dirty-blonde's cunt. The point is: Vivienne was eventually dropped onto the floor outside the shower, quivering post-orgasm as if she'd gone through electro- shock. But she recovered enough to put herself back in the armchair to watch as I once again fucked Cecile, eventually maneuvering around so that the young blonde was riding me reverse-cowgirl with Lucette tonguing at our juncture. Lucette herself got my next load in a missionary position. Evania, of course, went after that one. Evania and Aveline together worked me back up one final time, with Evania going for a ride on me for only a few minutes before tapping herself out, graciously stating that the rest of this night should be for the French girls. Aveline was the first to hop on, bringing herself to two screaming orgasms before collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion. And then while Cecile took one final ride as well, the pretty blonde brushed her bangs back behind her ears and then shyly asked me to take her anal virginity. About ten minutes later, with Evania's fingers in her crotch, Cecile squeaked a climax, and I pulled out of her lewdly stretched anus to blow my load all over her ass. Aveline had one final tease for Vivienne, urging the dirty-blonde to lick up my cream and that it would not violate the rules. But Vivienne stuck to her guns. She whimpered in abject misery, but she did not leave the armchair. And this time, when the other girls set to cleaning up me and Cecile, the most gorgeous of my French babes simply turned her head away so I wouldn't see the tears streaking down her cheeks. It wouldn't have mattered. I was so exhausted I promptly went to sleep. ------- -- SATURDAY -- Sometime in the morning, I awoke to the sensations of warm sunlight on my face and a warmer pleasantness emanating from my nether regions. My crusted- eyelids pried themselves open to see the golden rays haloed around Vivienne's dirty-blonde head as it slowly moved up and down my upright morning erection. She was an angel. Vivienne paused when she realized I was awake, and she pulled back far enough to clear her mouth. And panting softly, she stated huskily, "It is not last night anymore." My lower lip quivered as the emotion swelled within me. This girl was incredible. She was in love with me. And I didn't want to let her go. "No, it's not," I replied. Vivienne darted forward then, grabbing my head with both her hands and searing my lips with the most incredibly passionate kiss I'd ever felt in my entire life. Adrenaline surged through my limbs and I rolled us over so that I was on top as I gripped her head with my hands as well. "I love you, Thom." I shouldn't have said it. I really, really shouldn't have said it. But my heart responded before my brain did. And with all the passion I felt for this gorgeous young girl, I replied, "I love you too, mon cheri." As our kiss deepened, her legs shifted just perfectly to line my cock up with her dripping wet pussy. And as I slowly sank into her body, that lost part of my heart flared to life. ------- There was a bubbly optimism in Vivienne's personality as we packed up and checked out of the hotel. I hadn't said that I would let her stay with me. Indeed, I had Evania make sure her luggage was tagged and prepped for her flight to Dijon just like the others. But everyone had the sense that I would change my mind before it was time to go. The girls felt it. They went out of their way to embrace Vivienne and express their goodbyes as if they wouldn't see each other again for a long time, rather than just separating to go to their own homes once back in France. Evania felt it. She was behaving differently with Vivienne today, as if the French girl were now her superior, an extension of her employer, rather than just another guest. And of course, Vivienne felt it. She was just as clingy with me as ever, but the desperation in her embraces of the past couple of days was gone. She simply hovered around me as if she belonged by my side, rather than as if she were auditioning for the job. And she doted on me like an established girlfriend. All this was possible for only one reason: I felt it. In my heart I already knew I'd fallen for the gorgeous French beauty. I hadn't meant to, and in fact had gone out of my way to try and prevent it from happening, but I'd fallen in love with her. And I couldn't bear to let her get away from me. I simply hadn't formalized that realization yet. With only a few hours remaining before they had to get to the airport, I let the girls decide what they wanted to do. Very quickly, they agreed that they wanted to return to the yacht for a last cruise around the harbor, and after breakfast we made the trip back to Piraeus. Once aboard, I made it a point to have Vivienne's bags stacked up next to the other girls' for easy off-loading when it was time to go. I'm sure she would have rather fully unpacked herself in my stateroom, but I wasn't declaring that decision just yet. Still, the girls had to unpack enough to change into bikini bottoms (happily skipping the bikini tops). And then my girls spread themselves around the sundeck as we weighed anchor and set off into the morning sun. The girls spent the first hour reminiscing about the week. It felt like sooo much had happened since they first met me on Paradise Beach back in Mykonos. Aveline had the bright idea to bring out the digital cameras, and Aveline hooked them up to the large flat panel TV so we could reminisce using our own photos. There were tourist shots from the Monastery of Panaghia Tourliani, some random pelicans, and the island of Delos. There were more intimate pictures from our uninhabited island, and even a few rather racy snaps from the jacuzzi and other places right here on the yacht. "I'll have to hide some of these pictures from my boyfriend," Aveline giggled when a high-resolution shot of her giving me a blowjob on the beach appeared on the 52" LCD screen. "Boyfriend?" I raised my eyebrows with some alarm. The beautiful redhead chuckled. "Yes. Both Lucette and I have boyfriends back home. Vivienne just broke up with hers a week before the trip." I arched an eyebrow. Hmm, rebound... I bit my lip a little nervously, glancing at my dirty-blonde paramour, who wouldn't meet my eyes. Then Lucette giggled. "Relax, Tom. We did not holiday in Mykonos expecting to be celibate. We knew what we were getting into." Browsing through some of those rather pornographic pictures started to get all of the girls stirring in their seats, and I wasn't immune either. After all, the five beautiful babes around me were still topless, each of them wearing nothing but the skimpiest of thong bikini bottoms in a variety of neon colors. I suppose I should have stopped being surprised by Cecile after she came to me last night at the hotel, but I still was when the pretty blonde sidled up to me and promptly stuck her hand into my shorts. "S'il vous plaît?" the blonde arched an eyebrow to Vivienne, who simply smiled and waved her friend along. Cecile grinned and then dropped a cushion onto the deck, kneeling atop it and then reaching out to tug my shorts down to my ankles. Cecile then gestured to Lucette, who was holding the second digital camera, and asked, "Photo?" "Sérieusement?" "Oui!" Cecile giggled, and then bent over to begin sucking me. The cute girl even posed with my dick in her mouth for Lucette to take a picture. I just waved over Evania, instructing, "We're getting copies before they leave." Cecile's blowjob started off a new round of sex. We didn't do anything nearly as crazy as last night's orgy, but all four French girls took a turn with me, just to get it out of their systems if nothing else. Vivienne even let Aveline go last, and let the redhead accept my final load into her sucking pussy. She knew she'd have more opportunities with me after her friends were gone. And then one-by-one, the girls drifted away to stare out across the peaceful waters, lost in their own thoughts and memories of the most incredible week of their lives. Me, too. ------- As expected, Vivienne stayed right by my side. I was still naked after spunking Aveline. My dirty-blonde de facto "girlfriend" had licked me clean before cuddling up beside me in the oversized lounge chair and was still topless herself. She even pulled my arm around her neck, placing my palm atop her full breast, which I reflexively squeezed. Lucette and Cecile had already headed to the forward deck of the yacht, probably to watch our progress as we motored back to Piraeus to send the girls off to the airport. Aveline headed below decks, perhaps to clean herself up. And Evania, after checking me with her eyes to make sure I didn't need her for anything else, melted into the background to take care of whatever arrangements she needed to take care of, leaving me alone with Vivienne. I cuddled her against my side and sighed happily, formulating plans for the upcoming weeks. I would need a break after this particular adventure with the French girls. If I stuck to my normal routine, we would take the yacht to another beach town to relax a bit without entertaining any guests. The crew could have some rest and I would take a more leisurely pace of screwing Vivienne and Evania, with the occasional hookups with Althea the cook and Nika the cabin stewardess. And then when I got bored, I'd figure out the next party beach to descend upon and work out my recruitment for fresh pussy. There was still a LOT of summer left. Then again, did I really NEED to keep doing what I was doing? Fresh pussy was always nice, but it wasn't everything. Actually, a high-quality pussy that really knew how to please me was far better than some strange, even if it was "new". And I had that quality pussy now in Vivienne. Heck, I'd had Evania this whole time, but on her own my valet wasn't enough to keep me rooted in one place. But with Evania and Vivienne together? Maybe they would be enough to keep me satisfied. Heck, if we found another 'V' that made me really happy, I could even re-form my three 'V's. And as fun as it was to traipse around the Mediterranean like this, visiting different ports, it might actually be even better for me to set up shop at some magnificent beach house. I could still park myself close to a party town and use the yacht to pick up hot playthings from time to time before returning them back from wherever they came. Or a helicopter: those were always good for short distances, especially if I wanted to go over land. With a beach house, I would have a more permanent home that didn't rock with the ocean waves. I could accumulate a staff to cater to my every need. I could give Althea and Nika more permanent jobs, and if I picked somewhere in Greece, I could keep them closer to their homes. Evania would be my ever-loyal assistant. Vivienne would be my adoring girlfriend. And maybe ... just maybe ... I could find true happiness once again. After all, I couldn't just float around for the rest of my life. I wanted to settle down somewhere. I wanted peace, tranquility, and stability. I couldn't before, because I felt restless, my life turbulent. But now, with Vivienne, I felt peaceful. I felt calm. And I hadn't felt this calm since... My arm tightened around Vivienne's neck as my jaw clenched. She noticed the new tension in my body and immediately stroked my chest. "What is wrong?" I turned my face away from her and stared away. What was I doing? Trying to start over from scratch? The palatial house? I had one, back in the U.S. The permanent staff? I was sure they were still back there, doing their jobs, waiting for me to come home. I had a helicopter, too. Even Evania was a replacement, in more ways than one. And love? For everything we had been through, up to and including her leaving me to deal with her demons, I knew my wife loved me. And I loved her. We'd been together off and on for years before getting married. She'd seen me through many crises, many of them quite personal. And through it all, she'd always shown me remarkable understanding and love. She even left me because she believed that she had failed me, and just couldn't cope with it, no matter how much I'd tried to reassure her. Yeah, this latest crisis had been bigger than any that came before it. In the end, it had proven too much for us to handle, and ultimately drove us apart. But I still loved her, and I couldn't just... replace her, too. I'd been running away from my past. I'd buried my emotions and tried to drown them in a sea of sexual excess and hedonistic pleasure. I'd picked up these girls, and others, and just... used them. It wasn't fair. Yeah, both sides knew what they were getting into before we got started, but it still wasn't fair to them. I was always honest with them about what I wanted from them and what they'd get in return. But I was never honest with them about who I really was. And I had a life waiting for me in America. I had people who cared about me. And no matter how nice it might be to just grab a beach house, make a home with Vivienne and Evania, and just spend my money until I died from sexual overload, I couldn't turn my back on who I really was. The madness had passed. I was ready to settle down again. But I owed it to the people who loved me to try and settle back to the place I'd left behind. "I have to go home," I said softly, still staring off into the distance. "What?" Vivienne asked, obvious concern in her voice. "I have to go home," I repeated, sitting up straight. "Back to America." The gorgeous 23-year-old French girl was right by my side, leaning in and crushing her big naked breasts against my back. "I'll go with you." Oh, dear. I took a deep breath and my shoulders sagged as I hung my head forward. I closed my eyes, feeling the walls drop back down around my heart. What I was about to do was cold. Really, really cold. But it had to be done. "I'm sorry, Vivienne. But it's time for you to go back to France." ------- Vivienne was hysterical. From the time I told her that I was sending her back to France to the time we got to Elefthérios Venizélos International Airport, she was crying almost non-stop. At first, she wouldn't even get into the Mercedes GL, since I wasn't planning on going with them to the airport and she refused to leave me. In the end, we grabbed a second car to fit the girls' extra luggage and when I jumped into the SUV, Vivienne had no choice but to follow me. She then spent the 45-minute trip trying to talk me into changing my mind, whimpering and sobbing all the while. The other girls tried to help Vivienne see reason. They all knew what they were getting into when we first started. I'd always stated that she would leave when our time was up, and I'd even kept her bags collected with the others all this time. "I'm still married," I explained. "I don't care!" Vivienne whimpered. "I love you!" "How can you love me? We have not even been together a week!" "It is enough!" "You love my money. You love the lifestyle. You don't even know ME." "I love what I know. Money or no money, a man is a man. And I know this man!" I sighed and thought of all the secrets I'd kept from her. And shaking my head sadly, I said, "You don't know me at all." Even when we got to the airport, parked at the curb, and started unloading, Vivienne would only get out of the SUV when I did. And she stood there, hugging herself, watching me like a hawk as I said goodbye to the other girls, doing my best to be calm under the circumstances. Lucette was understanding, whispering in my ear that Vivienne had always been passionate and headstrong, but that she would get over this. She thanked me for the week, and especially for that most memorable lovemaking on the beach. Cecile kissed me and then said she was wrong about me; I was a good man, and I was proving it by not leading Vivienne on, by sending her home with her friends. She pulled my hand down to her ass and whispered about how she would never forget last night. And then she kissed me again. And Aveline tried to swallow my tongue with her kiss. She grinned and promised she would take care of Vivienne. After all, they had been best friends since they were young, and she was happy not to be losing her. And then the busty redhead went over to hold her best friend as I tried to say goodbye to the gorgeous dirty- blonde. "Please don't leave me," Vivienne whimpered pitifully. "Don't you care about me?" "It is because I care about you that I'm doing this. You belong with your friends. You have a life waiting back home for you." "I don't want that life! I want a life with you!" I sighed, thinking of all the problems waiting for me back home. "You don't. You really don't. I have a lot of demons I have been running from. But meeting you has shown me that I can't ignore them any more. I thank you for that." "But I love you!" Vivienne's voice cracked as she pleaded with me one last time. I shook my head, and felt the wall close completely around my heart. And in a stern voice, I stated, "I don't love you." The quiver started with her lower lip, and then expanded across her face and body until her knees buckled. Vivienne would have fallen flat on her ass if Aveline hadn't been holding her. And still threatening to collapse, with fresh tears in her eyes, the beautiful girl wailed, "I passed your test! You CAN'T send me away now!" I sighed. "It wasn't a test, Vivienne. I was just trying to remind you of who we really are to each other. I'm just a rich man running away from his life. You're just a girl on holiday. We could never be anything more than that." Vivienne's face turned from sorrowful pleading to rage in an instant. And suddenly breaking free of Aveline, she actually took a threatening step forward and screamed right in my face. "What happened to you? What happened to your wife? What happened to your life? Why are you so fucked up you cannot let yourself feel anymore?" And she continued to rant at me in French, jabbering so fast that I'm not even sure her friends could understand her. I didn't have an immediate answer. Splaying my hands out to the sides helplessly, I simply said, "I'm sorry." And then I backed into the Mercedes, closing the door behind me. Evania signaled the other car to leave, and then with an apologetic face for the girls, she hopped into seat next to me and closed the door. Still holding onto Vivienne, Aveline held up her free hand to wave goodbye. Lucette and Cecile waved as well. But Vivienne just glared at me as the SUV pulled away from the curb. It was sad. But I had to get on with my life. ------- Evania had perceptively noticed that I was talking about going home to America when arguing with Vivienne in the SUV. But my valet was still in shock when I told her that I wanted to cancel the lease on the boat and terminate the crew to head back home immediately. However, she handled things remarkably well given the abruptness of my decision. And we spent the 45-minute drive back to Piraeus working out the details. "The boat crew will be fine. A week's pay in severance is perfectly normal. But are you sure you want to give Althea and Nika three-months salary in severance? You don't have to, and we haven't even been in service for three months total," Evania questioned. "Three months. I can afford it. Besides, we had an open-ended contract, and this notice is so sudden, it'll give them time to find other jobs. They're not part of the standard boat crew, so they not guaranteed employment on the next charter." "This is because you slept with them, isn't it?" Evania raised an eyebrow knowingly. I shrugged. Evania chuckled. "Althea and Nika will be disappointed. They were looking forward to the next week to relax with you." I sighed. "They're sweet girls. They'll be fine." "But I won't be, Mr. Eriksen," Evania said softly, her eyes downcast. I exhaled slowly. As much as I knew I had to head back home, leaving my Greek crew in Greece, it pained me to think of being parted from Evania. My valet had been provided by a top European Agency when I'd first arrived just a few short months ago. I hadn't necessarily been looking for a sexual partner. All I really wanted at the time was a local "travel agent" of sorts to help me get from Point A to Point B to Point C as I traipsed all over Europe for the first couple of weeks. Neither of us had known when we met that we would click so well. Evania said she'd never slept with a client before, but as it turned out, we fell into bed together before the end of the week. Maybe it was because we were in Rome at the time. Since then, our relationship had evolved by leaps and bounds. She reminded me in many ways of my previous assistant, and yet was completely different. She filled a great void inside me, and I was loathe to be parted from her. Indeed, facing the thought of losing Evania hurt more than the thought of losing Vivienne. So I made my decision right then and there. "Come with me." Evania blinked and her eyes went wide. "Sir?" I stopped to think about it. I cared about both Evania and Vivienne. But while Vivienne had momentarily become a sort of replacement for my wife, Evania always had a more functional role. And I still needed that. I needed her not only to tie up my affairs here in Greece, but I would need her help in getting me back to America. And even though she did not know America like a native, once I WAS back home, I would still need someone by my side. I didn't love Evania. What we shared together was far more "employer-employee" than romantic. It was even a little bit "Master-sub". In any case, my feelings for her did not conflict with the love I felt for my wife in the way Vivienne might. And when I thought of myself returning home to pick up the pieces of my old life, I instinctively knew my gorgeous Greek valet would fit right in. Besides, I was heading back to America. Of all the people who might be waiting for me there, I didn't know who would still be on my side. And if I was going to do this, it would be really nice to know I had someone who had my back. "I'm serious. Come with me," I repeated and then exhaled slowly. And looking at Evania with soft eyes, I added, "I need you." Her eyes sharpened and she sat up straight in her seat. She nodded firmly and said, "And I will be there for you." A wave of tension rolled off my shoulders. There was still a lot there, but a good chunk of the tension was gone. And I sighed in obvious relief. Reaching over, I put my hands to the sides of Evania's head and tilted her toward me. And then I kissed her forehead thankfully. "I am here for you, sir," Evania stated plainly. The way she emphasized "sir" stirred another memory in my head, and there was a sudden pressure against my brain. I remembered another loose end: someone else very special to me, who wasn't my wife. And exhaling, I turned to look out the window. ------- The boat crew were quite surprised, but handled the situation gracefully. They were used to being chartered for a week or a month at the longest, and they'd already been hired for almost three months. They'd all made a good bit of money, and the week's severance pay would give them plenty of cushion before finding their next charter. After all, this was the high season. Althea and Nika were a little more in shock. Although they were staff, not guests, they'd still enjoyed being a part of my little cruise around the Mediterranean. And from the way both girls kissed me before disembarking, they'd also enjoyed our occasional intimate interludes. Nika was visibly disappointed we didn't have time for one more romp, actually. Althea was more pragmatic, eager to return home after not seeing her parents and siblings for some time. And both were absolutely overjoyed by the three-month severances. I was still on the boat, finishing off the last bit of paperwork while Evania put Althea and Nika into a cab to head to the airport, when a sudden shout grabbed my attention. "TOHM!!!" My eyes flew wide open and I turned to look at the pier in shock. Sure enough, running up the gangplank, was Vivienne. I'd underestimated how much she loved me. I dropped the clipboard to the deck and opened my arms just in time to catch the 5'9" dirty-blonde babe as she launched herself into the air, actually wrapping her legs around my waist as I staggered and worked valiantly not to fall. And I was still trying to regain my balance when she turned her head and started raining kisses on my face, frantically trying to get to my lips and hitting absolutely everything else along the way. At last, I let my hands loose. Feeling herself falling, Vivienne instinctively dropped her feet down to the deck. And as I defensively held her at arm's length away, taking in her messy hair and wild-eyed look, I sputtered, "Vivienne?" "I missed my flight!" "I see that," I sighed. "We'll get you another one." "I don't want another one. I want to stay here with you!" I frowned and shook my head, suddenly feeling every bit of my age as I stared disapprovingly at the 9 years younger girl. My valet was just coming up the gangplank, shock in her eyes as well as she realized who was holding onto me. And sternly, I ordered, "Evania, book Vivienne on the next connecting flights to Dijon." "Tohm!" Vivienne gasped desperately. And then in a mournful, quiet voice she whimpered, "Mon amour..." "I'm not your love. You're not my wife. And you're not my girlfriend," I stated harshly. And then I sighed, the word "girlfriend" now making me think OF my ex- girlfriend, the mother of my daughter, who'd also left me. "You cannot abandon me, Tohm," Vivienne pleaded, tears forming in her eyes again. "Please! Let me come with you!" I shook my head. "This is not going to be what you think it is. There are things I need to do in America. I'm not planning a holiday anymore. We wouldn't be sightseeing or shopping or spending all day naked in bed. It wouldn't be the lifestyle you're thinking of." Vivienne shook her head. "I don't care. I don't need shopping or sightseeing. I need you. I need to be WITH you!" "I can't be with you right now," I said through clenched teeth. "I'm not ... right ... emotionally. I'm no good to anyone." "I can fix you!" "Fix me?" I arched an eyebrow. I shook my head and sighed. "The only one who can fix me is me." "But I can help you!" "How?" "Just let me be here for you. Let me stay with you. I can comfort you. I will listen to you. You say you have problems in your past. Well I am NOT a part of your past. Does it not make sense to have someone with you who is not from your past? Someone who is not a part of the problem?" I arched my eyebrow. It was a surprisingly philosophical argument from someone I initially viewed as only a tender young plaything. "I'm bringing Evania with me," I stated flatly. Vivienne darted her eyes over to my valet, a bright flash in her eyes as she abruptly looked at the Greek girl as competition. But just as suddenly, she darted her eyes back to me and stated emphatically, "Evania is your support. She will always serve you. But I love you." I sighed and looked rather pityingly at the desperate girl still clinging onto me. What I had done was cold and cruel. I had let this young, innocent girl fall in love with me, and for a time, I'd even led her to believe that I loved her too. Maybe I even had, for a little while. But because of the way I'd felt about her ... maybe still could feel about her ... I had to leave her behind. "Vivienne," I began wearily. "I'm going home because I need to get my wife back. I love her." Vivienne's soft brown eyes tightened. She bit her lip and looked ready to burst into tears. But just as her mouth opened so she could wail out some response, a new voice called out. "Jonathan, you were a lot harder to find than I thought." My head jerked around at the sound of my real name. I turned my head and looked over to see a statuesque blonde, her sharp business suit and heels looking out of place on the deck of this yacht. And her silvery blue eyes bore straight at me as a self-satisfied smirk spread across her red lips. I sighed, wondering how she'd found me. But I nodded and greeted, "Hi, Cassandra." ------- Chapter 2: Montauk -- SEPTEMBER (10 MONTHS AGO), MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- I grinned, looking down at the giggling infant who was rolling on his back with all four limbs in the air. Jonathan Kwong, Junior (or "JJ" as we all called him) was not quite 11 months old, and not quite able to walk on his own. He certainly kept trying, standing himself up against the couch and then bravely launching himself outwards. But he could only manage a step or two before collapsing to the lushly-padded carpet. For some reason, falling in this manner amused him to no end, hence the delightful giggling. From my spot on the couch, I bent forward and hooked my son beneath his armpits to lift him upright. Once in the air, his little legs flailed around, trying to locate the ground. But when I held him up in front of his mother, his legs quieted as he broke into a goofy grin, accompanied by a pleased, "Muhh..." Taylor sighed happily. "I know I've said this a million times, but he's sooo cute." I put my own face next to JJ's, smirking at my wife. "That's because he looks like his father." "We've been over this." Taylor raised an eyebrow at me, brushing back a long bang of her son's nearly black hair. "He has your eyes, but the nose and mouth are all mine." Actually, it was true. JJ's eyes had the trademark almond shape from his quarter-Chinese ancestry, and they were the same blue as mine. But amidst the chubby cheeks and recessed baby-chin, JJ's nose was a bit smaller and pointier than mine. And his mouth was shaped with a distinctive curve like Taylor's. I looked over at my wife, having previously committed the perfection of her face to memory, and I smiled, thanking my lucky stars for letting me be married to such a gorgeous creature. Even at 32, Taylor was just as beautiful as she'd been when I first met her in college. Time and pregnancy had added a couple of pounds to her slender frame and filled out her cheekbones just a bit, but her dark blue eyes were just as hypnotic as ever. And extensive work with our personal trainer, Rebecca, had gotten her body right back to pre-baby fitness. Taylor had even walked in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show last December, just two months after giving birth to JJ. "Face it," I stated proudly. "You know he's the most handsome boy in the world because he resembles ME." My wife rolled her eyes. "I still think you're cute because YOU remind me of HIM!" The two of us laughed, which got JJ to start laughing again. And moving in, I nuzzled my son's cheek from one side while his mother nuzzled him from the other. This, of course, provoked more squeals and giggles. And I already knew I would never get sick of the sound. Eventually, we let JJ go to crawl after an empty water bottle that had become his favorite toy. He retrieved it, and then after seating himself upright, he promptly began chewing on the plastic cap. A new voice broke in behind us. "Heeere's Joey!" I turned my head to look over. I have to admit, my eyes first went straight to the glorious pair of tits hanging forward. It wasn't my fault; Ashlyn was bending over and she was wearing a scoop-necked top, putting those big melons on full display. But no matter how sex-addled my brain could be, my gaze was immediately drawn even lower, for the reason Ashlyn was bent over was because she was setting our daughter down on the floor. "Dah ... Dah!" Her hair in dark brown pigtails pointing up and to the sides, Josephine "Joey" Scott was a few weeks past her first birthday. With arms outstretched, she waddled forward on unsteady legs. I opened my left arm in invitation, and my daughter picked up speed as she neared me. But as she sped up, she also lost her balance. And about three feet away she tripped and suddenly pitched forward. I was expecting this, and smoothly I leaned forward to catch her against my chest. Laughing as if she'd meant to trip all along, knowing full well that I would catch her, Joey stood up against me and started patting my arm with what seemed like a spastic penguin flap. "Dah!" she repeated. "Joey!" I greeted pleasantly, tapping the little toddler on her forehead. And then I tapped myself on the forehead, stating, "Dada." "Dah! Dah!" she cheered. "See! She's got it!" I exclaimed enthusiastically, looking up at my girlfriend. She leaned over us, still giving me an eyeful of those big tits. The copper redhead still wore her hair long, although it was pulled back into a single ponytail, and thus did not obstruct my view. And what a view. Ashlyn Scott, at 26, was in the prime of her beauty, and that wasn't just my opinion. Despite giving birth just over a year ago, she was never more in demand than she was now, modeling for top designers like Christian Dior and Chanel, among many others. And her recent motherhood had made her the Number One ranked MILF in the world according to Maxim Magazine, even ahead of Angelina Jolie. Unlike Taylor, she'd skipped last year's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But this year, she was on the cover of their latest catalog and expected to headline the new show in a few months. From alluring face to bodacious rack to freakishly long legs, she had the kind of body that made men drool, made women buy lingerie to MAKE their men drool, and she practically had me drooling now. From the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, I was sure my girlfriend knew EXACTLY what she was doing. And when I looked up at her face, she gave her chest a little extra jiggle for my benefit. But that smirk was up in her eyes, as well. "You wish Joey had it. I think you're just peeved that she'll clearly say 'mama' on cue." "Mama!" Joey cheered, craning her face up and backwards to look at her mom upside-down. "See." Ashlyn grinned, clapping at her daughter to positively reinforce the behavior. "Dah!" Joey then turned back to me. "She's got 'dada' down too!" I insisted. "Not yet. That's just a plain 'dah'. She says 'dah' to everything, from her stuffed frog to the chair to the TV." "Dah!" "Taylor," I turned back to my wife, who was still rolling around the floor with JJ. "You heard Joey! Tell her!" "Ashlyn's right," my wife replied without even looking over. "Traitor," I muttered beneath my breath. Then putting on another wide smile for my daughter, I stared right into her big blue eyes and stated slowly, "Daa ... Daa. Dada." Joey went silent and just blinked at me, not saying a thing. "Daa ... daa," I repeated, tapping my thumb against my forehead in a motion that supposedly matched American Sign Language. "Daa ... daa." "Don't take it personally," Ashlyn said soothingly. "It's not like she doesn't recognize you." "Daa ... daa," I said one more time. And to our utter and complete surprise, Joey straightened up and stated, "Dada!" Then she leaned forward into my arms, pressing her cheek against my chest. "Hey!" I chirped, looking up at Ashlyn, who looked just as surprised as I felt. "Dada!" I cheered happily. "Dada!" Joey squealed again, buoyed by my enthusiasm. "She's got it!" I raved. This time, Ashlyn didn't contradict me. And then out of the blue, JJ propped himself up against my opposite shoulder, having just climbed me as easily as he climbed up the side of the couch. And in a quietly serious voice, he stated, "Dada." My eyebrows shot up and I looked straight at Taylor, who also now looked surprised as hell. I couldn't be happier in the world. Hugging him with my other arm and beaming proudly, I stared my little boy in the face and repeated one more time, "Dada." JJ just looked at me oddly, glanced back at his mom, and then one more time looked right into my eyes. His right hand came up ... and slammed down on my nose. "Oww!" I barked, backing my head away. JJ just broke into a big grin, giggling. And looking back for his mom, he muttered, "Muh..." ------- I would have loved to stay in the family room and roll around the floor with my kids all day, but there was work to be done. And I told my family such. "Work? What work?" Taylor complained. "Last I checked, you still had more money than we could spend in three lifetimes." I shrugged. This was an old argument. "It's not about the money. Are you still modeling for the money?" Taylor sighed. She continued doing it because she loved it, and because her friends were all in the modeling world. "Of course not. But it's not like you hang out with those guys socially." I shrugged again. And thinking of the big Hollister acquisition we were close to completing, a predatory grin spread across my face. "Different thrills, honey. Different thrills." I kissed my kids on their cheeks, then kissed their mothers on their lips, and stood up to leave. Ashlyn sighed and stood up as well. "I should go, too. Good time to catch a ride into town." The statuesque model stood up and looked over at me. "Give me ten minutes to freshen up?" I nodded. "Sure. We've got time." While Montauk was technically on Long Island, it was at the most Eastern edge, a good two-and-a-half hour drive on the roads, not counting traffic. So when not in a big hurry, we often 'carpooled' in the helicopter rather than send it back and forth to Manhattan on multiple trips. The two of us stepped away from the infants, who were now crawling around a set of soft rubber cubes together. We briefly watched Joey grab a purple block with the number 4 on one side, the letter D on another, and various other designs like 4 dots on the remaining sides. JJ promptly moved in and grabbed for the same block, but Joey held it back and started nibbling on an edge. Ashlyn and I beamed at each other and backed away. "I got them, Mr. K," the last adult voice in the room chimed in. Jada Sharpley was 20 years old, blonde, hazel-eyed, and very pretty. She was also the daughter of my VP of Acquisitions, Robert Sharpley. And for the past few months, she'd been the kids' nanny. Oh, we had another, more professional nanny. Evelyn Holbrook was a mid- fifties ex-Montessori teacher who had known Dorothy for years. But while we could easily afford a second nanny to watch over the two infants, that second spot had become something of a revolving door over the past year. One nanny just didn't get along with Evelyn as the two constantly fought over alpha status. Another didn't get along with Taylor. And our most recent one, despite rigorous screening by Cassandra's contacts, actually tried to steal some of my financial records. We were almost at the point of just giving up trying to find a second, since the kids were getting older and easier to handle. And with Taylor scaling way back on her public appearances and modeling workload, her personal assistant Charlotte had a lot more time to spend with the babies as well. But just before we got that far, Jada Sharpley entered our lives. I'd been bitching about these babysitting difficulties with some of my JKE execs back in June when Bob told me his daughter was looking for a job. Jada had dropped out of college, disillusioned with the whole "academic" thing. But supposedly she was a smart kid and had extensive babysitting experience throughout her teen years. I had been skeptical. A 20-year-old college dropout didn't seem the type to be hardworking and dedicated to caring for my children. But Bob asked me for the personal favor just to get Jada in a stable environment with some basic responsibilities, and I agreed to at least let Cassandra interview her. If nothing else, we might be able to give her a job with fewer responsibilities, for a while at least. But surprisingly, she passed Cassandra's interrogation with flying colors. The young girl had taken to JJ and Joey immediately, and they to her. And she'd been a live-in nanny ever since. This morning, I watched Jada drop to the floor and slide over to the children. Joey looked up and saw that Ashlyn and I were leaving. The little toddler waved a short goodbye to us. And then smiling, she picked up a Sesame Street book and hopped right into the young nanny's lap. "Have a good day," Jada waved before taking the book in her hands and beginning to read to Joey. Smiling one last time at them, I turned to Ashlyn and confirmed, "Ten minutes?" Ashlyn gave me a lopsided grin. "Ten minutes. I promise." ------- As Ashlyn headed upstairs to her room, I went to a wall panel and typed in the commands to call the helipad. I told my pilot to prep for departure, and then I headed off down the hallway toward The West Wing. Cassandra sat behind the desk in my (her) office, her nimble fingers darting like lightning over the keyboard. A bluetooth headset with boom mike was perched over her right ear, and she jabbered something about debt ratios while continuing to type and also greet me with a nod of her head and a twinkle in her eyes. Even though we had yet to go into the office, Cassandra was already "at work". Somehow, she ran my household, managed my personal affairs, and supervised my executives all at the same time. She did so with a smooth efficiency absent of significant error, somehow cramming a week's worth of work into a single day every single day of her life. In short, she was absolutely incredible. And she was so much more to me than just a personal assistant. Moving myself behind the desk chair, I leaned down until my chin lightly rested on her shoulder. Peeking my eyes at the screen, I made sure it wasn't anything too important before reaching over and hitting the power button to turn the monitor off. I then grabbed the end of the boom mike, pulling it off Cassandra's ear and stated quite clearly, "This is Jonathan Kwong. She'll have to call you back." And I hit the END button on the desktop phone to hang up the line. Cassandra chuckled. This kind of interruption was not uncommon for me. After briefly hugging her neck from behind and kissing my assistant's cheek, I pulled back and spun her chair around so that she would face me. Batting her eyelashes, the bodacious blonde turned her sky blue eyes up to me and purred in that sultry Australian drawl, "Good morning, sir ... How may I... serve ... you?" I grinned and took a single step forward. Grinning, Cassandra reached to my belt, deftly opening it as well as my slacks. She pulled my hardening cock out, jacking me with her left hand as she let her tongue loll out to swirl around my mushroom head. And then she looked up at me again and asked, "How much time do we have?" "Ashlyn's coming. She promised it would take her ten minutes to change." My assistant grinned, showing off pearly white teeth while continuing to stroke my naked erection. "Thirty minutes it is!" she crowed. And then she ducked her head back down, suckling on my pole and not stopping her forward progress until her nose was pressed up against my crotch, humming to let her throat muscles massage my shaft. Cassandra was good. She was really good. To be perfectly honest, Taylor initially was the more skilled cocksucker. But even though Taylor was my wife, I probably spent three times as many hours alone with Cassandra, going back and forth to work as well as my various business trips. In the four or so years she'd been my personal assistant, I could count on one hand the number of times she'd been away from me for any extended length. And of all the times I felt the need to unwind and blow off a wad in relaxation, Cassandra was by far the most likely to be ready and willing by my side. In short, the statuesque blonde had already given me a thousand blowjobs in our time together, and that's not an exaggeration. That kind of practice could only lead to knowing exactly how to make me happy, and that's just what Cassandra did. "Holy shit..." I groaned, feeling my knees buckle. Up until now, Cassandra had been sitting in the desk chair to perform her duties. Without missing a beat, she lifted up and yanked the chair around her with her right hand, continuing to stroke my shaft with her left. I felt the front edge of the seat hit the back of my calves, and with a gentle push, she sat me down. And then I was free to let my body relax and receive the oral ecstasy she was bestowing upon me. Kneeling before me, Cassandra blew me to brink of eruption. But before I came, she pulled away and bit the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a hickey. She'd told me a hundred times that she belonged to me, but this morning my assistant was marking me as HER property. And when I looked down at her, there was no mistaking the self-satisfied smirk on her pretty face. I let her bask in that momentary position of power over me before I stood her up and roughly slammed her facedown over my desk. I dropped her panties down around her ankles, and without having to be asked, Cassandra stepped out of them. The wadded up silk would remain in my pocket for the rest of day. I then lifted the back of her neatly-ironed business skirt. And with deliberate aim, I sank my dick into her from behind. "Fifteen minutes, sir," Cassandra grunted, turning her face to the side and letting the cool surface of the wood press against her cheek. My hands gripped her hips, my thumbs stroking the fleshy thickness of her asscheeks. And with a self-satisfied smirk of my own, I thrust my way forward. "Ughhhh..." she moaned. "Ungh..." I grunted. "Fuck me, Jonathan," Cassandra hummed. "Fuck me." I fucked her. The clock on the desk had both analog and digital readouts. Watching the analog second hand gliding along urged me on, and every change of the minute display on the digital clock pushed me into another gear. I'd started off with slow, languid strokes, feeling the cushiness of Cassandra's ass meeting my pelvis over and again. But as the minutes counted down, my pace sped up. "Five minutes, sir..." Cassandra groaned at length. She was panting, her breath coming in heaving gasps, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I felt her vaginal muscles quivering against me. Likely, she could have already cum a time or two by now. But like me, she was waiting for the final countdown. "Four minutes, sir..." My ab muscles burned. I was stroking at a rate of about a thrust every second, feeling Cassandra's cunt relaxing to allow my entry and then clamping down as I retreated. "Three minutes..." Cassandra's voice was weak. Sweat was dripping off her brow, and she'd pulled her arms back so that her palms were flat on top of the desk, pushing herself back at me with each lunge. "Two ... minutes..." And two strokes a second. In-Out. In-Out. So. Fucking. Good. So. Fucking. Tight. "One ... one minute..." Cassandra's voice was a plaintive gasp. Her jaw hung slack, and her cheek was pressed against the desk again. Like a fish out of water, her jaw opened and closed slowly as if she didn't even realize she was doing it. And her eyes had started wobbling in their sockets as my three strokes a second pounding was shaking her entire body. I watched her mouth open to try and count down the final seconds. She couldn't. Her voice was gone, she wasn't even moaning anymore. The only sounds coming from her were the audible squishes of her oversaturated pussy every time I pushed my rampant cock into her body. But in my own head, I felt the pressure inexorably build. Five ... four ... three ... two ... one... Liftoff. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH!" Cassandra had no concept of time in that moment. Her eyes were vacant orbs staring off at nothing, not at the clock nor me nor the room around us. But she certainly felt the splatters of jism bursting deep inside her loins as I came inside her. And the instant that sensation filled her mind, she let go of her precious control and let herself just FEEL the pleasure. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH!" she screamed again as I gripped her hips even tighter, holding myself at maximum depth while my cock spat out wad after wad of spunk into her body. I imagined a million tiny tadpoles racing through her fallopian tubes, desperately searching out an egg. And the thought spurred my testicles to instantly manufacture more sperm on the spot to fill her with. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHH!" she screamed once more, feeling me spray her down like an exploding fire hydrant. And then we were done. My office was not cold. Our climate control was too good for that to ever happen. Yet I swore I could see vapors of heat rising up from Cassandra's blonde hair as my own cheek rested against her back. And together, our bodies rose and fell with our heaving gasps for air. "I said ten minutes!" Ashlyn complained from behind us. I blinked and raised my head, turning around to see that my girlfriend was standing in the doorway. I paused to collect myself before planting my hands on the desk and pushing myself back up to a standing position. Then slowly, I withdrew my cock from Cassandra's cunt and asked, "And how long ago did you arrive at that door?" Ashlyn blushed. "Uh, well ... just a minute ago." "Thirty minutes. I was right," Cassandra sighed. "Yeah, but we forgot to factor in cleaning back up and getting out to the helipad," I noted. Ashlyn giggled. "Doesn't matter. I'm not in a rush. Besides, that looks positively yummy." She eyeballed the creamy dollop of cum that was starting to leak out of Cassandra's red pussy lips. Smiling, I waved Ashlyn in, and the redhead sank to her knees to begin hoovering out the mingled fluids of lust swimming around inside Cassandra's honeypot. "Just don't dawdle," I cautioned her. "If you do, I'm going to get excited. And if I get excited, I'm not letting you out of this office until I can see Cassandra returning you the favor." Ashlyn giggled and pulled her head back, lifting up a glob of spunk on the tip of your tongue. "Hmm, maybe I should dawdle." I just grinned, wolfishly undressing my girlfriend with my eyes. "Fine by me." ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- Upon arrival on the roof of the Jonathan Kwong building, complete with its own "JKE" logo on the side, we waited to let the helicopter's rotor blades die down before exiting. The girls didn't like their hair and clothing to be mussed up by the downdraft. And even with the extra wait, it was much faster than driving from Montauk. In the elevator, I kissed Ashlyn goodbye, tasting remnants of Cassandra's pussy still on her lips. My supermodel girlfriend had not "dawdled" in the home office. But we found time for a quickie threesome in the helicopter anyways. So I sent Ashlyn off with my creamy cum leaking down her thighs and her panties next to Cassandra's in my pocket. A few minutes later, I strode into my boardroom with the full confidence of someone who owns the place. After all, I did. Quickly, I settled into my chair at the head of the table while Cassandra took the seat to my right. "Report," I stated. Robert Sharpley, VP of Acquisitions and father of Jada, looked up at me quizzically before turning his gaze to Cassandra. "You didn't tell him?" My assistant blushed, but quickly schooled her face. "Something else came up," she stated neutrally. "I believe you were on the call when he hung up the line." Now it was my turn to blush. Oh, so THAT'S what she was doing this morning in the home office. I shrugged, "My fault. You can tell me now." Sharpley looked around at the other Directors and Vice Presidents before breaking into a wide grin. "It's a done deal," he stated proudly. "Hollister is caving." I grinned as well and reclined back into the soft padding of my chair. I steepled my fingers and let a little chuckle rise in my throat. I'd done some big deals in the past, but this one was the biggest by far. It was going to cost me more than the GNP of several small nations, but we already had companies lined up to buy off pieces of Hollister's empire. The math was simple: I was going to spend 4 billion dollars to buy up all of Hollister's companies. I was going to sell them off for 4.6 billion. And when the dust settled, JKE stood to profit six hundred million dollars in one fell swoop. Like I'd told Taylor: different thrills. Matthews, my VP of Sales sat up and gestured to an administrative assistant, who was standing by the projector, and she called up the latest slides. Holding up the laser pointer, Matthews then started clicking and summarizing. "Escrow accounts are already set up. Loans are already established. The buyers have already signed acceptance, pending the transfer of assets to us." The poor guy looked so excited by the magnitude of it all that he was red-faced and quivering. He dabbed at his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. Sharpley stepped in. "Preliminary work is already done. We'll exchange agreements and handle all the necessary documents in escrow. And we expect to be ready for signatures by Monday." Nodding my head, I smiled and stood up. "Gentlemen, thank you very much." I grinned and then a light popped into my head. The next day was a Saturday. So extending my arms out, I stated expansively, "Keep your schedules clear tomorrow night. I'm inviting everyone to my place to celebrate." ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- I was passing by a window and peeked out into the courtyard, which was spectacularly lit up against the night sky. The circular driveway was absolutely packed with limousines and high-end cars, right up to the concrete fountain in the center. We'd only given people a day's notice, but I guess when you're invited to a party at Jonathan Kwong's house, you drop everything to attend. Many of the guests were my executives. After all, the official reason for the party was to celebrate this massive deal for Jonathan Kwong Enterprises. But they weren't the only guests. For one, some of my execs brought their spouses or girlfriends. But some of them didn't, or were otherwise single. And most of them were pretty glad they were flying solo this evening, because Taylor had also invited HER friends. As I came down the main stairwell and moved into the expansive formal living room, I saw that many of my execs were already introducing themselves to Taylor's friends. My VP of Strategic Marketing was chatting up a comely blonde. My Director of Sales Strategy was with a lissome brunette. And even my VP of Human Resources, Cindy Cornette, was chatting up a muscle-bound Calvin Klein model. And JKE execs and fashion models weren't even the only guests in attendance. We had a few friends over just for the fun of it, and the instant I spied a few of them, I did my best to go straight over. Of course, when you're Jonathan Kwong, Billionaire, at a house party hosted by Jonathan Kwong, Billionaire, it's impossible to go more than five feet without having to stop and be greeted by someone. Every time I turned around, I had to shake someone's hand, get a hearty slap on the back, and crack jokes about how to spend the abundant amount of money I was making on this deal. Yes, everyone involved stood to get some seriously fat bonuses, but as the principal, I was going to pocket the majority of that six hundred million dollar windfall. Twenty minutes and ... oh, about twenty feet later, I finally made it through to my friends. Kaitlyn Reynolds was the first to step forward and hug me along with a peck on the cheek. Rebecca Raymonde was next, her taut muscles squeezing the life out of me with her embrace. Then, I got my hand crushed by her fiancé Jack's handshake. Grinning wryly, I shook out my hand to restore its circulation, and finally turned to Jeff Lee. Mercifully, he didn't shake my hand. Instead, the handsome young man just clapped me on the shoulder and commented, "Every now and again I find myself wishing I could be in your shoes. But then I watch you try to run that gauntlet of stuffed shirts and I'm glad I'm not. Your palm must be chafed by now." Still stretching out my fingers, I sighed. "Something like that." Jeff finally just clapped my back. "Poor guy. I guess you'll need some gorgeous young plaything to soothe your aches and worries with mindblowing sex." "You read my mind," I chuckled. Straightening myself up, I smiled and asked the group, "Having a good time? I know these guys aren't a part of our usual crowd." I waved in the vague direction of all the middle-aged executives. "Don't worry about it," Kaitlyn piped up, leaning against her boyfriend and wrapping her arm around his waist. "We know a lot of Taylor's and Ashlyn's friends anyways. And any excuse to come by and visit the kids is great." "Oh. You already saw JJ and Joey?" Rebecca nodded. "They've gotten so much bigger in the last month. Which reminds me..." My personal trainer stepped forward and poked me ... hard ... in my left pectoral muscle. "You've been skipping workouts. You're getting out of shape, Pillsbury Dough Boy." I grimaced and rubbed my chest in mild pain, then gestured around at the whole party. "I've been busy. But now that the deal is done, I'll have more free time. I promise we'll get back to work." Rebecca glanced at her fiancé with a sly grin before looking back at me. "We'd better. I've missed you, John." Jack added with a sly grin, "She has. We love each other to pieces, but it's been a while since you guys threw a Playroom party." "I'll say," Jeff mock complained. Kaitlyn elbowed him in the ribs. Just then, a distinguished mid-40s gentleman stepped up to me, a gorgeous late-20s trophy wife by his side. "Jonathan, allow me to personally congratulate you." I obviously recognized my VP of Finance, George Karr, but I didn't remember his new wife's name. Now would've been a good time to have Cassandra by my side, as she would have sensed it and whispered her name into my ear right away. Instead, I just smiled and reached out to shake his hand. "Congratulate me? George, I couldn't have done this without you convincing all those banks to shell out a cool four billion in liquid capital." He chuckled appropriately and then turned to the chestnut brunette with silicone tits by his side. "My wife, Trina." "Pleasure." I shook her hand, noticing that she had her eyes zeroed in on some of the nearby fashion models. Casually, I commented, "Don't worry about my wife's co-workers. They know to keep their mitts off a married man." It was something of a lie. Half of the models I knew were gold-digging sluts with absolutely no compunctions against poaching a man, but I wanted to put my VP's new wife at ease. But Trina smirked and looked around. "Oh, don't worry. I like to party." The young brunette had a twinkle in her eye as she said this, and not-so-discreetly let her eyes run up and down my body. At about the same time, George was scanning the room with something of a wolfish expression on his face. The pair of them kept drifting their glances toward Stephanie, a tall brunette who was close friends with Ashlyn. And since I happened to know (rather intimately) that Stephanie was one of those girls who DIDN'T really care about keeping her mitts off a married man, I decided to go ahead and help things along. "Well in that case, let me introduce you." Grinning, I took Trina by the hand and led her and George over to where the object of their desire was chatting with a few other model friends. "Stephanie, Kathryn, Jeanine," I greeted each girl by name. "Allow me introduce George Karr and his wife, Trina. I'd bore you with details about what he does for my company, but I think you would be more entertained if George told you about that condo tower he just bought in Miami's South Beach." The girls twittered. Trina batted her eyelashes, and I left them to work out the details. I looked back for my friends, but they'd also moved on to other conversations. On the other hand, Rebecca's comment about how big the kids had gotten in the past month put JJ and Joey at the forefront of my mind. I hadn't seen them since before I went upstairs to get dressed for this party. And I checked my watch to confirm the time. 8:30pm. They should JUST be going to sleep right about now. Rather than walk the gauntlet of guests all the way back to the front entrance, I instead started looking around for one of the side exits, and spotting one, headed straight there. But on the way, a shock of copper-red hair caught my attention, not to mention the fiery red cocktail dress, and my eyes were drawn over to the sight of my gorgeous Ashlyn. My eyes were also drawn to the male hand that was currently patting her ass. The hand even gave the globe a little pinch, and as my blood started to boil, I tracked the hand upwards to find that it was attached to a devastatingly handsome young man. He looked a little taller than me, and was broader in the chest. His dark hair had a light curl to it, and was slightly mussed in a casual way. He had a chiseled jaw, and deep-set eyes. The guy was a first-class hunk, and I found my teeth starting to grind as I watched him rather intimately hold my girlfriend in his arms. I fought to keep my impulses under control. After all, Ashlyn and I had a pretty open relationship. I'd let Taylor play around with her boy-toys for a while, although she'd given them up after we got married and started having kids. And even though Ashlyn and I shared a special love, as well as an unbreakable bond in our daughter Joey, I still made clear that she was free to pursue a relationship outside of ours if she so desired. But there was an understood requirement that I be informed if she decided to go down that path. She was still MY girlfriend, and any guy she wanted to dally with had to be vetted and approved. THIS guy ... whoever he was ... had NOT been so approved. Still, I didn't want to cause a scene. So stomaching my unease, I put on a welcoming smile and sauntered over. "Hey, Ash..." "Hey, Johnny." Her blue eyes flashed as she looked up at me and stood up straight. Similarly, the dark-haired hunk stood up straight and removed his arm from my girlfriend's waist. "This is Terry. He's an underwear model." "I can see that." I looked Terry up and down, noting his near-perfect body. Feeling my gaze, the guy smirked rather proudly and flexed just a little bit more. Wanting to change the subject, I jerked a thumb back toward the side door. "It's 8:30. I was thinking to go say goodnight to the rugrats." "Oh! Good idea!" Ashlyn patted Terry on a bicep, and then slipped her arm around mine. We said goodbye and then headed over to the side door. But just before we got there, I glanced back and caught Terry staring rather intensely at Ashlyn's departing form. Once through the door and into the relative privacy of the hallway, I sighed in annoyance. "So tell me about Terry," I half-growled in annoyance. Ashlyn looked surprised by my tone. "Terry? What about him?" "Tell me why he was copping a feel of your ass," I stated coldly. Ashlyn's eyes popped open, a trace of fear in her irises. But a second later, she barked a laugh and started giggling. "What?" I frowned. Still giggling, Ashlyn covered her mouth and shook her head at me. "Are you jealous?" I grimaced. "Well ... a little. I mean, we talked about you seeing other guys, it's just that I thought we also discussed that you would run things by me before you started-" "He's gay, Johnny." "What?" "Terry." Ashlyn jerked a thumb back at the now-closed door. "He's gay." "Huh? Then why was he checking you out? I looked back when we were leaving and he definitely had that dreamy look on his face." Ashlyn grinned and then punched me in the shoulder. "You dufus. He was checking YOU out, not me." "Me???" She giggled. "Yes, YOU. How could he not, after you practically undressed him with your eyes?" "I did not." "Sure you did. Right after I told you he was an underwear model." "Well ... I..." I fumbled a bit before sighing in resignation. I had been looking him up and down with intensive scrutiny, just not for the reasons Ashlyn ... and Terry perhaps ... believed. "It's just that Rebecca told me I was getting out of shape. 'Pillsbury Dough Boy'," I muttered. Ashlyn laughed and wrapped herself around me. "Well I think you're still hunky enough to be an underwear model, okay?" I smiled and hugged my girlfriend tightly to my side. But then one last image popped into my head. "So ... if he's gay ... why was Terry feeling up your ass?" Ashlyn shrugged. "Sometimes I worry if I'm still in good shape. I was complaining that my ass got fat after getting pregnant, and that it would never be the same. He was fondling it just to tell me he still thought it was a gorgeous, firm ass. And gay guys know their asses." I reached back and caressed Ashlyn's left globe, squeezing it for my own confirmation. "He's right. You've still got a fabulous ass, Ash." "And it's yours, Johnny," she breathed in a husky tone, her eyes glittering. "Mine," I growled, my eyes afire in response. She giggled happily, then briefly got up to her tiptoes and pecked my cheek. "Maybe I'll come visit you and Taylor tonight." I grinned. "You do that." And then we'd arrived at the nursery. ------- There were actually two nurseries. Joey and JJ spent a lot of time together, sharing mealtimes and playtimes and play areas. But they had separate bedrooms, so that if one baby woke up screaming, he/she wouldn't wake the other. Ashlyn and I went into Joey's bedroom first. The 1-year-old was in the final cranky stages before going to sleep. Evelyn, our full-time nanny, was holding her and pacing around the dimly-lit room. Joey was squirming in her grasp, not wanting to be held. But when Evelyn set her in the crib, Joey rolled over to the railings and tried to climb out. And when Evelyn set her on the floor, she tugged at Evelyn's legs to be picked up. Ashlyn quickly held out her arms in offering to hold the baby. Joey resisted her mother at first, pushing her arms out to try and free herself once Evelyn handed her over. But a moment later, Joey calmed down and set her cheek against Ashlyn's shoulder. I watched with a smile as the gorgeous redhead, still wearing her cocktail dress, cooed soothingly and patted her baby's back. I didn't want to disturb them once Joey got to this point. I knew the little girl would fall asleep soon. So I simply leaned in and kissed my daughter's cheek. And after pecking Ashlyn as well, I slipped outside. Alone now, I went to the other nursery. Jada was standing over JJ's crib, patting his back while the little boy drowsily hung at the edge between wakefulness and sleep. I hung back, not wanting to distract Jada or give JJ any reason to get up. And after a few more minutes, the young nanny backed away from the crib. As she did so, I stepped forward and peeked over the railing. JJ was facedown, his arms splayed out to the sides. His mouth repeatedly pursed and relaxed, as if he was dreaming of suckling on a nipple. I could relate. And the squishy noise his mouth made was the only sound in the room. "He's so cute when he's sleeping," I whispered quietly in the dimness. "He's cute all the time," the young blonde commented. Still staring at my only son, I simply nodded. Together, Jada and I just watched JJ, enjoying the peacefulness of his slumber. It was quite relaxing to watch a baby sleep, and I felt a lot of tension from the past few weeks of negotiations start to roll off my shoulders. There was a quiet whisper of fabric to my right, and I turned my head just in time for Jada's lips to meet mine. The lissome 20-year-old pressed herself against me, tilting her head up and rising on her tiptoes to reach me. She wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, and sighed happily as our tongues speared out and found one another. But a few seconds later, I pulled my head back and shook my head in the negative. "I have to get back downstairs." With only half her face illuminated by the nightlight, the young blonde pouted up at me. "We still have time, don't we?" "Your father is downstairs." "So? We've been over this. He already knows." I sighed. He did know. Everyone knew. My not-so-secret affair with Jada began a few weeks after she started working for us. I hadn't meant for it to happen. After all, there were two very big barriers to such a relationship. First, she was the daughter of one of my executives. For me to engage in any inappropriate contact with her could have seriously jeopardized my relationship with Bob, who was extremely important to my business dealings. And on top of that, after the whole Hal Reynolds incident I'd been extremely hesitant to even consider the daughter of someone I knew as a potential sex partner. Even today, I STILL couldn't believe Hal had wanted me to knock up Kaitlyn just so she could bilk me for child support. And second, by hiring Jada as a live-in nanny, I'd made her a part of my household staff. I'd already taken up with a staff member once, to disastrous consequences. Brittany had ultimately dropped the lawsuit and moved away. But I swore to myself I would never get involved with a maid or other subordinate in the same way. But despite these concerns, I'd let my dick do the thinking. I'd given myself excuses for why fucking her wasn't THAT bad. Yes, she was a member of the household staff. But as a nanny, Jada's bedroom was upstairs, like Cassandra and Charlotte. She wasn't among the maids or cooks or other uniformed staff in the employee wing. Plus, her temperament and personality had immediately bonded her to the other young women who pranced in and out of my life. Unlike the majority of our servants, who spent their off-hours with each other back in staff lounges, Jada hung out socially with Taylor, Ashlyn, and their assorted friends. Whether it was talking about proper exercise techniques with Rebecca or gossiping with the various fashion models who would spend a few nights here and there under our roof, Jada had made it clear that whatever her official title, she belonged in the "social friends" group. And everyone knew that entire "social friends" group was my personal feeding tank. And yes, she was Robert Sharpley's daughter. BUT, before her flirtations finally got to intercourse, Jada had assured me that her father wouldn't mind. As she put it, "He thinks I could do a lot worse than become one of your girlfriends." I hadn't actually confirmed this before letting her seduce me. But it turned out she was telling the truth. When I finally worked up the guts to tell Bob I was nailing his daughter, he simply clapped my shoulder and asked me to keep her out of trouble. Ultimately, my sleeping with Jada was deemed to be "not a big deal". And it's not like I'd blindly surrendered to my lust. The young girl had been flirting with me since her arrival, behavior not unnoticed by the principal women in my life. Ashlyn told me to go ahead and nail her if she wanted me so bad. Taylor told me to just make sure this wasn't another Brittany-situation. And even Cassandra, ever my voice of reason and caution, had given me grudging permission. "Your life would be simpler if you didn't give in to her, or if you sent her away to remove the temptation," Cassandra had concluded. "But the children adore her and just from my own observations, this girl has no relationship ambitions the way Brittany did. She doesn't want to become your mistress and she doesn't want to supplant Taylor or Ashlyn. She's just a young kid living in this house without a lot of other male options. She's horny, and she's attracted to you. As long as things stay casual, I'm okay with it." There was still a niggling of doubt in the back of my head. But those doubts were erased the next time I saw Jada suntanning by the outdoor pool, back in early July. She was off-duty, since Taylor, Charlotte, and Evelyn had taken the kids to a park. Ashlyn and three other model friends (two of whom I'd banged at one party or another) were also tanning themselves, and the five hot young women were enjoying the summer weather and clear blue skies wearing the skimpiest of skimpy bikinis. Since Cassandra was at the office without me, when I found myself feeling frisky, it only made sense for me to start prowling in the backyard. I'd changed into a brief pair of swimming trunks, which covered more than a speedo but pretty much put my package on display. And slinging a towel around my neck, I headed outside to stalk my prey. My initial target was Ashlyn; she was my girlfriend after all. From a purely empirical standpoint, she was the most attractive woman present, and I knew for a fact that sex with her would be absolutely fantastic. So when I approached the row of five beautiful girls, I went straight to the hot redhead, picked up the bottle of sunblock, and asked if she needed a rubdown. "No thanks, Johnny. I'm good," Ashlyn looked up at me. Well, her head tilted upwards at least. I couldn't see her eyes through the thick sunglasses. But I could see the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "But you know, I think Jada's turning a little red over there." The young blonde had been chatting with Erin, the platinum-blonde model to her left. But at the sound of her name, she quickly looked over and grinned, having heard the entirety of that little exchange. "Yeah. Can you help me out, John?" My own eyes were blocked by my shades, but I'm sure Ashlyn caught my eyebrow arching upright. Even with our irises blocked, I was quite certain my girlfriend and I were staring right at each other, me questioning her motives and she enjoying my discomfort. Jada, for her part, simply rolled onto her belly and reached behind herself to untie the bikini top, letting the strings fall to the sides and expose an unbroken expanse of bare skin. "C'mon, girls," Ashlyn called out to her friends. "Let's hop in the water. I'm starting to sizzle." And so I was left in relative privacy with a half-naked 20-year-old blonde. Ashlyn and the others were only about ten feet away, splashing in the pool. But from that distance and the noise they were making, Jada and I would be able to carry on a conversation without serious risk of being overheard. So we flirted. With Cassandra's words in my head and Ashlyn's more blatant manipulations, I just relaxed and went with the flow. It wasn't like Jada would be my first girl outside of my Holy Trinity. She wouldn't even be the youngest; I'd bedded a 19-year-old at the last Playroom party. It's not like I took her right then and there on the lounge chair in front of Ashlyn and the girls, though I may have thought about it. Jada insinuated that she wouldn't turn me down should I invite her into my bed. I copped a few feels of her ass and one or two of some side-boob. And then we'd separated, finishing out the rest of our time by the pool without crossing any lines. But when I came out of the shower in my own Master Bathroom, having washed away the chlorine from the pool, I found a still damp 20-year-old blonde girl waiting for me, wearing only a towel around her midsection and having just come from the shower herself. I fucked her right there on the floor. Taylor was the first person I told when she returned with Evelyn and the kids. My wife just pecked me on the cheek and asked if the youngster had been any good. Cassandra merely nodded in confirmation when I told her as well. Just one more thing out of the way, I suppose. And Ashlyn already knew. She knew it the moment I started rubbing sunblock into Jada's back down by the pool. So the next day, right after Jada put Joey down for a nap, I met her outside the nursery and she dragged me into her room. That time, at least, we made it onto a proper bed. And the day after that, the lissome blonde sucked me into a three-way with Erin, the platinum-blonde model from the pool. I'd already been with Erin before, but I'd never had my dick up her cunt while her mouth was full of Jada's pussy. We slowed down a bit after that. The "newness" wasn't quite as fresh, and I'd started to get really busy with the Hollister acquisition. Plus, I wanted to take extra care to remind my wife, girlfriend, and assistant that they were still the primary focuses in my life. But I still found time for young Jada every few days or so. And by the night of the party, we hadn't been together in far too long. "Please?" Standing in my son's bedroom, 5'6" Jada reached up and clutched both lapels on my dress shirt, pulling my head down to her. She licked her lips and whimpered. "I haven't had you since Tuesday. That's forever..." I was still hung up on the fact that Bob Sharpley was right downstairs. For all the times that I'd fucked his daughter, I'd never done so when he was nearby. "I still can't believe your father is okay with this." She shrugged. "You're his boss. You've made him very wealthy these past few years. He owes a lot to you." I arched an eyebrow and stated brusquely, "He doesn't owe me his daughter!" "No, no, of course not. I'm just saying that you've got a reputation. Daddy knew this was possible when he agreed to let me work here. Like I said before, there are worse places I could've ended up. I think he's just thrilled I'm not with a guy like my last boyfriend." "Jada ... honey..." I said softly, reaching up to caress her head behind her ear. "This is fun and all, but you know I'm not your new boyfriend, right?" "Of course not." She gave me a cute smile that was growing bigger by the second. "I'm your babysitter. And right now, I wanna be your naughty babysitter..." Her hand slid down over the bulge in my slacks. Deftly, she pulled down the zipper and then reached her hand in, her small fingers tracing the thick rod just barely restrained by my boxers. But I caught her wrist in my hand, firmly but gently pulling her away. I sighed and explained, "Really, I'd love to. But I HAVE to get back to the party. I'm the host, and I've been gone too long already." The cute blonde, her hair seeming almost white in the dim lighting, bit her lip and whimpered. But she nodded her acceptance. "You have to make it up to me." "I will." I grinned. "Promise? At first opportunity?" "I promise." Smiling again, she got back up on her tiptoes and tugged me down for one more kiss. And with a final pat on my butt, she skipped past me and opened the door. I exhaled as I watched her cute little butt waggle away, regretting this stupid idea to throw a party for all my execs when I could be flat on my back watching a nubile young girl ride up and down my pole. Back to the gauntlet. ------- I returned to my guests with open arms and a ready smile. This time, I managed to find my wife and did my best to stay by her side for the remainder of the evening. More to the point, Taylor sensed my desire to keep her close, and she stayed with me and my stuffy executives rather than chat with her model friends. Fortunately, with Taylor's gift for conversation, the rest of the evening passed quickly and enjoyably. By eleven o'clock, the party was winding down. Taylor and I parked ourselves close to the exit so that people could say their goodbyes on their way out. And together we shared more than a few smiles as we noticed more than a few extra passengers hopping into some of the executive limos. George and Trina Karr DID talk Stephanie into going home with them ... and Kathryn as well. I didn't realize the distinguished but not-exactly-in-great-shape George had it in him, or maybe he was the kind that just wanted to watch three hot girls crawling all over each other. I certainly could understand the appeal. Cindy Cornette practically shoved her Calvin Klein model through the back door of her limo. And if my eyes didn't deceive me, she was already on her knees on the car floor before the door got closed. And even my very own Bob Sharpley was having takeout. He stood next to his stretch limo, his hand out to guide in Milena Kvitiva, a gorgeous Czech high- fashion model I was quite familiar with. I wasn't surprised. Bob was twice- divorced and known for his love of fashion models. Probably another reason why he loved working for me. My only surprise was that I didn't see Maile Lindqvist, half-Swede half-Hawaiian and the other half of the infamous M&M pair, with them as well. Soon enough, the majority of guests said their goodbyes. All of my execs had gone home, but as typical for one of our house parties, some of the models and other close friends would be crashing at the mansion overnight. We certainly had plenty of room. "Did you see Jeff and Kaitlyn?" I asked Taylor as we prepared to retire ourselves. "Or Jack and Rebecca?" My wife patted my arm and laughed. "All four of them are upstairs already ... in Charlotte's room." "Ah." I smiled. "Cassandra?" Taylor shook her head in the negative. "She's going to want to oversee the cleanup. You know her." I sighed. As much as Cassandra was dedicated to me, she had always been dedicated to the job even more. It was part of the reason I'd given up trying to talk her into becoming like a wife and letting someone else handle all the mundane aspects of my life, even though we dearly loved each other. "C'mon, Johnny. Let's go to bed." The way Taylor said it was without sexual innuendo. While we were far from old, we weren't as young as we used to be. And after exhausting ourselves with all the socialization of a high-society party, I certainly felt like dropping to sleep right away. But when we entered into our bedroom, instead of going straight to the bed, my wife took me by the arm and nodded toward the bathroom. "Not yet, honey," she chastised me pleasantly. "I want you clean and smelling like soap before I cuddle up next to you." Though tired, I wasn't so tired as to pass up a shower, especially if my wife was going to share it with me. She propelled me to the front of our state-of-the-art shower enclosure, leaned me against a wall, and then started unbuttoning my shirt. I looked over my wife as her nimble fingers went to work. Her dark blue eyes were focused on each button as she moved lower and lower. I took in the perfect sculpture of her eyebrows, the way her dark hair fell across her forehead, and how even after hours and hours of partying, her makeup was still perfect. Add in the accents of her earrings and necklace, and I was in awe at my wife's beauty, even after all these years. "God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned, right around the same time she started working on my belt. Her eyes remained downcast, finishing her task of opening my belt and pulling down my zipper. A little smile drew across her face, and then she looked up at me, giving me the full force of her eyes like a model staring with aching arousal right into the camera. And with a confident smirk, she replied, "I know." I just chuckled as she finished with me. I pulled off my own shirt and jacket, then stepped out of my pants and underwear while Taylor began removing her jewelry. She had to stop by the sinks to remove her makeup as well, so I was naked and waiting before she'd finished undressing. The extra time let me sit down on a comfy bench, just relaxing as I watched my gorgeous wife return and peel off her remaining garments, revealing inch after inch of bare skin in an impromptu strip tease. My breath caught in my throat when her strapless bra came off. I loved every part of my wife's body, but I was very much a "tit" man; and hers were just about flawless. She giggled and continued, shimmying out of her thigh-highs and dropping her thong to the floor. Now that she was naked, I curled my finger to her. My wife padded forward, coming within reach. I didn't grab her or anything, but I extended that finger between her legs and swiped it through her cleft. A touch of honey was on my fingertip, and I brought it to my mouth for just a quick taste. Laughing, Taylor took me by the hand and led me into our shower. She then looked up and stated, "Computer: Rain Forest". The system chirped in affirmation and three ceiling-embedded shower heads opened up, dropping vertical columns of heavy water droplets with relatively light pressure onto us. The sprays were enough to completely soak us in an instant, and yet we could back out of the columns of water into air that was completely dry. Taylor pushed me into one and held me there while I bowed my head and closed my eyes. She then reached over to one of the touchless soap dispensers, lathering up her hands. And once I was good and soaked, she called out, "Computer: Taylor Setting One". The three overhead sprays turned off, replaced by a somewhat more traditional angled spray from above and to the side. There were also rows of horizontally- mounted mini-heads built into the three side walls, which bathed me from shoulder to shins as well. I turned to face my wife, letting the water surround me from all sides except straight ahead. And with warm, soapy hands, Taylor stepped up and began lathering my chest. "Congratulations on the Hollister deal, Johnny. I know you put a lot of work, personally, into that one. And I'm proud of you." I smiled and leaned forward to peck my wife's forehead. "Thanks." "Six hundred million in profit?" she queried with a twinkle in her eye, as if she were already spending it on fancy jewelry. I nodded. "That's a lot, isn't it?" I grinned. "It's not pocket change, no. Even for me." She took a deep breath and then looked up to me with big eyes. Curiously, I noticed that the sparkle was gone. And still rubbing me down, she asked softly, almost regretfully, "How much is enough?" I blinked, not expecting the question. "Hmm?" "How much money is enough? Do we really need more? I mean, I know I spend a LOT on shopping. But seriously, don't you think we're pretty financially secure at this point?" I heard the tone in my wife's voice. Furrowing my eyebrows, I put my hands over hers to stop their motions, even though she was getting pretty close to my crotch. I looked at her steadily, but she averted her eyes downward. I knew this expression. Taylor wasn't one to back down from confrontation, but she could never look me in the eyes when she wanted to ask something of me that she believed I wouldn't agree to. "Hey, what is it?" She took a deep breath before answering me. She weighed her words, and after another moment's thought, she said, "I'm not saying it has to be right now. I know that doing this is what you love. But Johnny ... I want you to consider retiring." I pulled my head back. "Retiring?" "Not right away, of course. And I don't even know if it's really possible. But ... I miss you. These past few months you've been traveling so much and spending a LOT of time at the office. It used to be you'd only go in for a day or two a week. But lately, you've been gone EVERY day!" "The Hollister deal is done. Things'll go back to normal soon." "I miss spending time with you. JJ misses spending time with you." "And I miss spending time with him!" I smiled. "Okay, family time it is. This deal is done, and I know I can take a serious break. Let's go on vacation somewhere, okay? Where do you want to go? I just think it needs to be somewhere JJ can explore safely. Like, we can't go somewhere big on scuba diving, right?" Taylor smiled and nodded. "A vacation sounds nice. But it's more than that. You've got a family now. And you have MORE than enough money. Why don't we all just settle down a bit? I can stop modeling. Even Ashlyn has been talking with me about making this more permanent between you and her. She loves this family as much as I do. She's ready to give up her career as well and just focus on raising Joey and ... well ... any other children you're willing to give her." My eyebrows rose. "Seriously?" Taylor nodded. "Our lives are perfect the way they are. Oh, I'm not so silly as to think any of us can just quit cold turkey like that. You'll always be tangentially involved in JKE. And I might want to do the occasional job here and there, same as Ashlyn. But for the most part, I think we'd be happier just slowing things down. Money can't buy us happiness, but it can certainly buy us the financial security we need to live out our lives leisurely." I furrowed my eyebrows and then stepped out of the spray. Wordlessly, I put Taylor into my place and filled my hands with soap. And while my body went to work lathering her up (and copping a feel or two), my mind was still processing. A vacation sounded perfect. After all the blood, sweat, and tears of finishing this Hollister deal, I WANTED to relax with my family. I wanted to just stay home and get laid and play with my kids. But retiring completely? Not being involved in the day-to-day activities of the company with MY name on it? It sounded WAY too sudden. I was a month past my 32nd birthday. I'd only HAD this company for five years. And I was doing the things I'd always wanted to do, but never had the capital to achieve in my previous life. Still, wasn't there more to life than working? "Different thrills" I'd told my wife this morning when I explained why I was still going into the office. And I'd gotten a lot of thrills out of my wheeling and dealing. It was gambling, only with intelligence and analysis to ensure that I always had the best hand. The rush of making a deal was better than flipping over the river card to fill a gut shot straight. But there was also a wonderful rush when JJ took his first baby steps toward me. And as great as it was to hear Sharpley tell me we'd closed the Hollister deal, it had been even greater this morning when Joey had greeted me with a happy "Dada". I was holding onto Taylor's hips, my head bowed as I sifted through my thoughts. Now, my eyes refocused to find that she was watching me, patiently waiting. And moving my hands up to her cheeks, I leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time for me to start winding down." She smiled happily, but cautiously. And she was right to. Because next I added, "Still, this is very sudden. And you know we're not going to stop right away." "Of course not." "Let's plan a vacation together. Maybe go back to Tahiti? Same place as our honeymoon? We haven't been back since then. The kids can play in the sand and we can show them the jungles." Taylor smiled even bigger. "Sounds lovely." "And when we come home, we'll talk about scaling back on work. Okay?" Taylor nodded and then held my head, kissing me with a fresh passion and energy that belied our tiredness from the evening. "That's all I wanted." I smiled. "You know I'm all about giving you what you want." Taylor giggled and then nibbled on my lower lip. Her right hand snaked down, tickling my inner thigh before scratching my balls and then taking a grip on my semi-hard cock. "Then how about you give me what I want right now?" I grinned. "Yes, ma'am." ------- The pair of us pulled towels through a special door that let us dry off without leaving the comfortable warmth of the shower enclosure, and then we wrapped ourselves in fresh terrycloth robes upon exiting. With my arm around my wife's waist, we sauntered back into the bedroom. And lying in wait for us, wearing a red silk robe, was Ashlyn. "Spending the night with us?" I queried. "You told me to, remember?" The redhead replied, her blue eyes twinkling. I thought back. "Well, it was your suggestion; I just agreed. Actually, I don't think I've ever turned you down when you wanted to come join us." Ashlyn grinned and pulled her robe to the side, revealing to us that she was completely naked beneath. " ... aaand that's why," I finished with a wolfish grin, eyeing the big mounds of her breasts, her taut stomach, and the gentle curve of my girlfriend's loins. Ashlyn giggled and covered back up. We weren't in any rush. Meantime, Taylor had already left me and was climbing onto the bed from one side. "I talked to Johnny." "In the shower?" Ashlyn asked. Taylor nodded, and then looked back at me with a hopeful smile. "Maybe we can all retire pretty soon," she began. "But not yet. We're going to take a vacation first to settle things down and figure things out. I don't think you've ever been to the place in Tahiti where Johnny and I honeymooned with Cassandra." Ashlyn grinned. "Nope. Think Joey and JJ will enjoy it though?" "Oh, yeah. There's plenty there for the kids to be fascinated with: fish, sand, the jungle," Taylor assured her best friend. "But that's later." Taylor turned her attention on me. "Right now, we need to reward our man for bringing home such a BIG pile of bacon today." By now, the two gorgeous women were side-by-side in the middle of the bed. Taylor brushed her still damp locks back away from her forehead and then cuddled herself up next to Ashlyn. Taking her cue, my girlfriend grinned and pushed herself cheek-to-cheek with my wife. And invitingly, the pair reached out to me. I sighed happily, staring at one exquisitely beautiful brunette in a white robe leaning against a copper-redhead in a red robe. And then my jaw dropped as the two women started shrugging out of those robes, first revealing bare shoulders, and then more as the garments slipped down to their waists. Oh ... I was a spoiled, spoiled man. Taylor was a 5'10" raven-haired goddess, slender and stacked and so boner-inducingly fuckable with a face that put Aphrodite to shame ... Ashlyn was an inch taller, 5 years younger, with bigger boobs and paler skin. They were two of the most desirable women on the entire planet ... and they were all mine. They were so arousing I felt like I could cum just by looking at them. Ashlyn giggled and touched Taylor's cheek, turning the brunette to face her just in time for a sweet kiss. "This is YOUR reward, Johnny. But you'd better hurry up and get naked if you don't want us to do this thing without you." Maybe I could cum just by looking at them. But then, why would I want to do that? My robe was on the floor in an instant. Taylor and Ashlyn both laughed and opened their arms to me. Rubbing my palms like a kid about to open his Christmas presents, I grinned, took two steps forward, and then vaulted myself into the air over the bed. The girls squealed and rolled just out of the way. But they'd recovered by the time I landed and flipped over. And before I could get back up again, I found myself tackled beneath my two loves. "Y'know, you're always on top, nailing us into the ground," Taylor stated with mock annoyance. "Well, not always," I protested. "And don't pretend that you don't like it that way, Tay," Ashlyn commented. "I already know you love it, Ash," Taylor shot right back before planting her hands on my shoulders to pin me down. And with a twinkle in her eyes, she informed me, "This time, WE'RE gonna be on top. M'kay?" I grinned. Taylor's robe had come undone, and as she held me down, those flawless tits were hanging right beneath my chin. "Sounds great to me." "That work for you, Ash?" Taylor then called over her shoulder. But there was no answer. "Ash?" Taylor called again. The sudden wet warmth surrounding my prick told me that Ashlyn's mouth was too preoccupied to respond. I groaned gutturally as her tight lips moved up and down, setting the skin of my growing cock afire. She grazed her teeth against me just enough to put little jolts of electricity up my spine. And then I let my eyes roll back in my head as I surrendered to the incredible pleasure my girlfriend's wicked tongue could produce. But I couldn't keep my eyes closed for long. I felt Taylor swing her leg over me so that she was kneeling astride my face. Her already-wet pussy was soon nudging against my lips, and I opened my eyes to see the Cheshire grin spreading across my wife's face from my vantage point through her bounteous cleavage. "Do your thing, honey," she told me. So I did. I first reached up to palm those gorgeous globes, using the heels of my hands to titillate Taylor's nipples. She moaned as I grabbed on a little more tightly, and moaned some more when my tongue delved deeper into her cleft. "Fuuuck yeah..." my wife crooned. "Tease my clitty. That's it. I'm so wet for you. Feel how wet I am for you. That's what you do to me, honey. Twenty, thirty, fifty years from now, I'm still gonna get soaking wet at the mere sight of you, knowing just how good you can make me feel." Well, with praise like that, I certainly couldn't disappoint her. And despite the distraction going on at my lower anatomy, I did my best to focus on making Taylor feel just as good as she'd been expecting. Meanwhile, that distraction I mentioned was very ... well... distracting. Ashlyn rhythmically bobbed her head up and down, two fingers and her thumb pressing the sides of my shaft along the way. The longer she kept going, the more pleasure started filling my brain. And as my adrenaline levels rose, so did the urge to grab these two hot babes so that I could throw them down and have my way with them. But just as my hips rose to buck Ashlyn off me, Taylor dropped her ass heavily onto my chest. "Nuh-uh-uh..." my wife chastised me, waggling a finger in my face. "We're on top, remember?" "Hmmph," I whimpered into her crotch, my jaw still coated with her honey. "That's alright," Ashlyn laughed from behind her. "Little John is just anxious to get inside." She was right. The bodacious redhead dropped her own robe to the bed and then climbed aboard, spreading her own pussy lips and then sinking down onto my cock. As I felt myself spearing deeper and deeper into her body, with the goal of getting myself inside one of these gorgeous women being reached, the tension in my limbs abated. I let my arms fall back to the pillows behind me. And I simply laid there and enjoyed it as my girlfriend resumed her up and down motions, this time with her pussy lips doing the suctioning. "Mmm ... isn't this wonderful, honey?" Taylor asked me while riding my face with hip rolls that somehow matched Ashlyn's in pace. "Just lying there, tasting my pussy while a hot babe fucks herself on your fuckstick?" With a mouthful of pussy, all I could do was mumble in agreement. "Let's do this all the time, all day, huh?" she continued. "No more work pressures. Just living our lives leisurely. Going on vacations to exotic places, eating new foods, and spending our time playing with the kids." "Fucking all day..." Ashlyn sighed dreamily. "Mmm, I wanna be retired." "Yeah," Taylor agreed. "Can you picture it, honey? Lying on a beach somewhere while Ashlyn and I take turns riding you?" Ashlyn giggled and leaned forward, cupping Taylor's tits from behind and pecking her best friend on the back of her neck. "Actually, that's a really good idea. We'll take pictures! Here's us having a threesome in Tahiti. Here's us having a threesome with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Here's us having a threesome in a field somewhere with ... uh ... Mount Rushmore in the background." "Mount Rushmore?" Taylor queried with amusement. "Yeah," Ashlyn confirmed, still bouncing on my dick. "Like 'Oooh, there are these big heads. Okay that's boring. Back to fucking.'" Taylor giggled. "Yes, back to fucking." And with that, she ground her crotch against me a little deeper, sighing wondrously as I started ramping her up to orgasm. "So good, honey." "Yes, so gooood," Ashlyn agreed. The redhead was speeding up her lunges while I used the springiness of the mattress to thrust into her. In a position of control, Ashlyn could fuck me at just the right depth and just the right speed to make herself happy, and I was only too pleased to let her use me. "Fuck-fuck- fuck..." she groaned as she bounced. The girls kept up their motions until they each reached a climax. Then chugging to a stop, Ashlyn leaned into her best friend and kissed her once again on the back of the neck. "Let's switch." Almost drowsily after her own orgasm, Taylor nodded. I had a few moments to catch my breath before the girls re-settled themselves. And then our trio began once again. "Eat me..." Ashlyn moaned, now seated on my face. "Fuck me..." Taylor cooed, now wrapping her own hands around to cup and fondle her best friend's even bigger boobs. "Mmmph..." I mumbled into my girlfriend's crotch, feeling the lightning bolts shooting into my brain as I tasted fresh flavors and felt new pussy muscles caressing my prick. Together, the three of us throbbed on the bed like a living organism of lust. Ashlyn groaned while grabbing at her own tits on top of Taylor's hands, directing her friend's continued fondling. Taylor moaned, her head hanging forward and resting against Ashlyn's back while she kissed every bit of bare skin she could reach. And I growled, chewing on Ashlyn's clit while gripping her tight buns. One by one, we reached our final climaxes. Ashlyn was first, as she pitched forward and grabbed the headboard so that her belly was on my forehead and all her weight was on the pivot point of her crotch against my jaw. Screaming loud enough to wake the babies if the room hadn't been so well-soundproofed, my girlfriend quivered and bucked in absolute ecstasy. I actually went off next. The mere sound of Ashlyn having such a good time was an aural aphrodisiac. Realizing that I was the one that had pleased her so well — and not one of the many girls we had under this roof who usually ate her out — made me feel fulfilled as a boyfriend, and the subsequent feeling of relaxed satisfaction took away the last of my control over my orgasm. And with a bellow into Ashlyn's crotch, my ab muscles tensed and I loosed both cannons of sperm up into Taylor's body. Feeling my hot spunk splashing against her innards set off Taylor. My gorgeous wife threw her head back and howled in delight. And I felt the ripples her inner muscles made as they spasmed in orgasm, squirting her own nectars out to mingle with mine and create a cocktail of love juices deep within her womb. One by one, our energies then left us and we collapsed to the bed. Ashlyn dropped flat on my face before rolling to the side and curling her entire body around my head. I just sagged and felt the final few squirts pulse out of me, a heavenly state of blissful relief settling over my tired body. And as her own orgasm passed, Taylor gracefully toppled forward, dropping her naked body directly atop mine, so that I could wrap my arms around her and happily cuddle while my dick softened slowly inside her body. "I love you guys," Ashlyn cooed contentedly. "I love you, too," Taylor replied before turning her face to nuzzle my cheek. "And I love you, honey." "And I love you both as well," I sighed happily. Yes, this was a good life. And I promised myself I would do everything I had to ... even if it meant retiring ... to make sure that my loves lived a good life as well. ------- I have the most perfect life. I hummed happily. How could I not be happy? I comfortably lay on my side, with a beautiful woman's perfect ass for a pillow. I pushed my cheek a little more against her ... uh... "cheek". She WAS wearing underwear, but the thong's micro-string disappeared into her cleft and did nothing to impede skin-to-skin contact. And taking advantage of the opportunity, I reached my hand up to squeeze the other bun as well. "Johnny, that tickles," Ashlyn laughed and wriggled her ass a little more against me. "You're distracting me." "Yeah! You're distracting her!" Taylor complained from further up the bed. My wife still wore the pretty violet camisole she'd slept in, but her smoothly-shaven crotch was on full display, glistening with the moisture of her sexual arousal. At least it was on display until my girlfriend returned her head between my wife's legs and resumed licking. "Well I need to distract him," Cassandra interrupted from behind me. Still resting my head on Ashlyn's ass, I turned to face the bedroom doors. Cassandra strode into the room, fully clothed in a sharp business suit. Already, I envisioned my gorgeous personal assistant pulling that clip out of her hair to set free those blonde tresses, and then sinking to her knees to suck my cock. And I thought to myself, Yes, I REALLY have the most perfect life. But things didn't work out that way. Cassandra left her hair clipped up, and she came to a stop next to the bed. "I'm sorry, sir. But this can't wait." Her tone meant business, not pleasure. So I sat up with a frown, removing my cheek from paradise. "What is it?" "Hollister's rep just called. He wants to sign. Today." I furrowed my eyebrows, looking out the windows at the morning sunlight beaming in from across the ocean. "Today? It's a Sunday!" Cassandra shrugged apologetically. "He says you either sign today, or he's walking away from the deal." Frowning, I looked back at my half-naked lovers, and then at Cassandra, who couldn't help but ogle Taylor and Ashlyn as well. And then sighing in resignation, I nodded. "Where and when?" "Hollister's yacht at North Cove Marina, World Financial Center. And right now. The helicopter is already prepped." ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- "You're an asshole, you know that?" Richard Hollister shook my hand, but only to the minimum level of politeness. He immediately grimaced and sat back down on the couch in the main cabin of his luxury yacht. Cassandra and I sat in the chairs opposite him. Dragging me away from my wife and kids on a Sunday morning, making me dress in this starched monkey suit, and I'm the asshole? I kept that thought to myself and schooled my features. "Seems to me I'm doing you a favor, Richard." "A favor? Taking away my company is doing me a favor? Stealing ... for a song ... the company that I built with my bare hands forty-two years ago ... is doing me a FAVOR???" The mid-sixties businessman wearing a polo shirt, deck shorts, and sandals launched into a typical smoker's cough, turning his head and balling his hand into a fist in front of his mouth. The hot young blonde to his left wearing a couple million dollars worth of jewelry immediately grabbed a silk handkerchief and passed it to him. "Thank you, Tracy," Hollister croaked as he got his coughing under control. "It's not a 'song', Richard. It's four billion dollars. No one else was going to give you that much." "No one else could AFFORD to give me that much. That's your Daddy's money you're spending, son, money you had handed to you from ANOTHER asshole you never even knew. You didn't EARN that." Cassandra started forward. Even if I hadn't known Jonathan Kendall very well, the man was the closest person she'd had to a father, and she didn't like Hollister's words one bit. But with her legendary control, she kept herself in check. Deadly serious, I took a single step forward and looked right at the old man. Coldly, I stated, "You don't like this deal, don't take it. You don't like me? Don't take my money. It's not my fault you over-leveraged yourself on real estate. If you really want, you can keep your company and go down with a sinking ship." Hollister launched into another coughing fit, staring daggers at me. Tracy, the mid-20s blonde, started patting him on the back. Eventually, he got his coughing under control again and glared at me. "Fuck you, Kwong." And then he looked at Cassandra, barking, "Gimme the damn papers." Cassandra looked at me briefly, catching my nod. She promptly opened the Halliburton case and withdrew the necessary documents. She spread them out on the coffee table between us, little sticky-notes pointing out each place that needed to be signed. And with a final flourish, Cassandra reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a fancy pen, one with the name "Jonathan Kendall" embossed on the side. "He was a great man," she stated firmly, presenting the pen so that the name was in full view. Hollister paused a moment, looking up into Cassandra's grey-flinted eyes. At first, it seemed like he wanted to make some snide remark, likely sexual. But ultimately, he wilted beneath her gaze and simply started signing. It actually took about fifteen minutes, what with Hollister's lawyer wanting to double-check everything and the notary public going through his checklist as well. But in the end, Hollister was given access to the escrow account holding his four billion. And Cassandra put the signed documents back into her briefcase. Now four billion dollars richer, Hollister was suddenly in a better mood. So deciding to take a chance, I put on a smile and asked, "So now what? Use the money to start a new company?" "Fuck no, kid," Hollister growled with a little grin, and then he sat up straight and spread his arms out wide. "I'm retiring. See this boat? Plenty of room for me right here. I'm going out around the world, and I'm not comin' back." He reached out and patted Tracy's knee. "I'm taking this pretty young thing to go see the sights. We're gonna climb Aztec pyramids. We're going to party in the Mediterranean. Heck, we may get all the way to your Great Barrier Reef." That last part was directed at Cassandra. I smiled. "You'll love it. We snorkeled there just last January." Hollister shrugged. "I'm getting out of the rat race and settling down. Why go through all this stress when I can wake up naked next to her every morning?" He leered quite obviously at his much younger girlfriend, who blushed without shame. "Mark my words, Kwong. Someday you'll realize that making more money can't make you any happier than you already are. Someday you'll realize that all you need is somebody special to lie down next to. And someday you'll float away on a boat, with some hot young thing tucked under your arm, drinking yourself stupid and just forgetting about this fucked up thing we call Capitalism. Shit isn't worth it." And Hollister started coughing again. At the time, I didn't realize how right he was. ------- Back within the comfortable privacy of the helicopter, I reclined my chair and invited Cassandra into the crook of my arm. She smiled and accepted, leaning back against my chest. I wrapped my left arm around her neck, squeezed her boob briefly, and then grinned happily. "Call Matthews right away. I want his promised buyers loading up escrow accounts first thing Monday." "Right away?" she asked, sitting up straight again. "No-no-no." I pulled her back down to me, resettling us once again in the comfortable position. "As soon as we land and you can get into the office. Right now, I just want to enjoy this." Cassandra exhaled peacefully and snuggled a little tighter. She patted my left arm, which by now was hanging by her side. And in a quiet voice, she asked, "Are you really going to retire soon?" I blinked a couple of times, processing my thoughts. And then I asked, "I take it you've talked to Taylor." She nodded. "Truth be told, Taylor would have been thrilled if you'd retired when JJ was born. Ashlyn, too." "And what do you think? Retiring means no more big deals at JKE, for me OR you. Well, at least, no longer being intimately involved with every detail." Cassandra took a deep breath, thinking about that for a moment. I waited her out, and at length she spoke. "I think that doing all these deals makes you happy, Jonathan. You're GOOD. You're smart. Nobody else could have pulled off the deal you just made with Hollister. He's wrong. There were other people out there with deep pockets that could have bailed him out. But you saw the returns. YOU lined up the buyers. YOU made it happen." "With you," I added, smiling. "We make a great team, Cassandra." She smiled and snuggled deeper against me, turning her torso a bit so that my left palm cupped her breast once again. "Yes, we do." I felt a fresh stirring in my pants, something Cassandra didn't miss. She dropped a hand back, and humming happily, she started petting my growing snake through my trousers. I wondered how much more time we had before landing. Not enough for a quickie in the chopper. But maybe she could put off that call to Matthews a little longer so we could find a nice bed somewhere ... or a couch ... or even just a rug. Seemingly of like mind, Cassandra turned her head back, her sky blue eyes burning into me. She stared at me for a few seconds. But abruptly, she sat up straight, leaving my grasp. I frowned. "What is it?" My beautiful assistant leaned forward, wrapping her arms across her torso. She didn't respond right away, and again I had to wait her out. Typically quite a decisive person, I knew that for Cassandra to be so deliberate meant that she was seriously conflicted right now. And when she turned around, I felt that old emotional wall coming up between us. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. And though I hated it every time she did so, I recognized that it was part of who she was. "This is about you and me, isn't it?" I asked. Cassandra bit her lip. "My apologies, sir. I just realized that my current decision- making is ... biased." "Biased?" She looked up at the roof, not seeing it. And when she dropped her eyes back to me, she exhaled and gave me a look of shame. "I value our time alone together. These past couple of months, we've been working around the clock. I go everywhere with you, all the time." "You always have." She shook her head. "This is different. We've been flying around to different buyers. We're always in the office. And even when we're home, we're in the home office. That's time you're not spending with your wife, your girlfriend, your children." "It's work." She shook her head again. "I love being with you, Jonathan. Sometimes..." her voice hitched. She had to gulp and take a deep breath. "Sometimes I wish it could just be me and you ... the way my mother and Jonathan Kendall were. No wives. No serious girlfriends. No children. But that is selfish of me. And I promised myself I wouldn't think that." "It's only human. And you know I love you." "What we have is not romantic love." "It is." "It should not be, sir. And if you press me on this, you know what will happen." I sighed and closed my eyes. Twice before I'd pushed her beyond her comfort level, and twice before she'd abandoned me, just to prove to me (and herself) that she could. I knew she loved me, perhaps even more than Taylor did. I thought there was an element of romance in there, but I didn't want to argue semantics. Cassandra was stubborn. And once she got an idea in her head, it was futile to try and dislodge it. Cassandra looked at me frankly. "Sir, I know you value my insight and opinions with all these business deals; but as you've told me time and time again, I'm your personal assistant, not a Vice President at JKE. My duty is to you and your household. Whether or not you retire, I need to remember that." "If I retire, we won't be spending as much time together. Is that what you're getting at?" "That should be irrelevant." "But it's not, is it?" "It... should be ... sir. And I won't let my selfish desires interfere with my duties." I sighed. "If you retire, I think I'll be able to do a better job focusing on the household." "You're doing a great job with the household. There's nothing you could be doing better." "Of course there is." I took a deep breath. "So then what do you think I should do?" Cassandra looked at me, her eyes pleading. But then she schooled her features and looked away from me. "That is your decision to make. I will do my duties either way." I shook my head. Cassandra personally wanted to maintain the status quo. I knew it. That way, she could continue working closely with me, getting a TON of my time. But her conscience told her that element was wrong, that it was unfair to the rest of my family. Still, that didn't necessarily mean I SHOULD retire. Running JKE was still something I loved. Even Taylor hadn't insisted I stop everything right away. She only wanted me to consider it for the near future. At a time like this, I really could have used Cassandra's advice. But because of her own emotions, she was divorcing herself from the decision. And with the wall up between us, and Cassandra in her robot-mode, further discussion was pointless. Exhaling, I just shook my head and looked out the window. We would be landing soon. ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- The helicopter touched down on the landing pad. Once the rotor wind died down, both Cassandra and I hopped out and went into the house. I led. She followed. Neither of us spoke. "Good morning, sir, ma'am," Edward greeted us as we entered, taking our jackets. "Was it a good meeting?" "Great," I replied, sounding anything but enthused. "The deal is complete." Wordlessly, Cassandra nodded to me and then headed off for the home office, no doubt to complete my orders to call Matthews and finalize the sales. I wasn't too worried about our recent tiff. In another hour, things would be back to normal between us. "Well done, sir," my butler stated respectfully, keeping his attention on me. "Would you care for lunch?" "What's Dorothy got on the menu?" I asked. "Your favorite, sir." I just chuckled. Everything Dorothy made was my favorite. I checked my watch. "30 minutes?" "Of course, sir." I nodded and then turned to head for the stairs. It was a Sunday, and I wanted to get out of this suit. Along the way, I passed by the family room. The kids were up and about, and both Taylor and Ashlyn were with their children, playfully romping about. Joey was toddling around, dragging a green caterpillar with multi-colored alphabet feet by a yellow string while JJ crawled after her, trying to grab it. I stopped in and kissed everyone. Like Edward, my women were keenly interested to know that the Hollister deal was finally done. And together they stood up and sandwiched me in warm hugs of congratulations. I patted their asses. I'd gotten my more personal congratulations from them last night. I told them lunch would be ready in a half-hour, and then left to go change. I hopped up the stairs two at a time, feeling an extra bounce in my step. The little emotional standoff with Cassandra had deflated me a bit, but now I was remembering that yes, this Hollister deal was FINALLY done. That I would soon be able to relax and take a much-needed vacation with my family. And for now, all I had to worry about was the next time I'd be getting laid. After all, my gratification had already been delayed twice this morning. First, I had been prevented from joining in with Taylor and Ashlyn by Hollister's abrupt meeting demand. And then in the helicopter, the burgeoning quickie with Cassandra hadn't happened. And feeling my wife's and girlfriend's asses just now only made my chubby even thicker. Hmm ... maybe I should delay Dorothy's lunch to give me time to satisfy a different kind of hunger. Evelyn could look after the kids. Maybe I should go back down and invite my girls to help me get undressed. "Hi, Mr. K! How'd the meeting go?" Perfect. My hands froze, my tie half-way undone, as I glanced to my left. Jada Sharpley was coming down the hallway, a plastic basket of children's laundry in her hands. Dropping my hands, I immediately turned to the slender young woman and quickly stalked over to her. Jada came to a stop as I approached, evaluating the expression on my face with a hint of smile on her own. Indeed, she looked ready to make some flippant comment, but before she could, I literally knocked the laundry basket out of her hands and onto the floor. Then grabbing the blonde girl by her face, I propelled her backwards until she hit the wall. And while she squeaked in surprise, I bent my head and rather savagely stuck my tongue down her throat. Kissing me back, a giggle rose up in Jada's throat, enough to make us stop kissing. I pulled away, a hungry grin on my face as she laughed. "This is a little sudden." "You made me promise 'at first opportunity'," I growled with waggling eyebrows. "Mmm ... I did..." she hummed, drawing me back to her. Our lips met once again, this time the both of us hungrily devouring each other. And while her hands snaked up to grab hold of my tie, my hands were already tugging at the waistband of her light cotton pants. But just as my hands ducked inside, she pulled off my lips and grabbed my wrist in concern. "Right here?" she asked, tension in her voice. I shrugged. "Kids are in the family room. It's not like they can climb stairs yet." Jada giggled before I cut off the sound with my mouth once again. And this time when my hands ducked inside her pants, she didn't stop me. I traced the tiny strap of her thong panties before getting good grips on her firm, 20-year-old asscheeks. Lifting her slightly, I pushed my crotch against hers and lightly rubbed my bulge against her. And she moaned heatedly into our kiss. Finally, I set her down on her feet. I dropped her pants to the floor, letting her step out of them while she loosened my tie enough to rip it over my head. She worked the buttons on my shirt next while I raised her short-sleeved shirt and pushed her bra up above her perky tits. Jada's breasts weren't the massive mammaries some of my other girls had, but they fit the young woman's petite body quite well. And I'd found them to be very pleasant handfuls with perfect shape and the most sensitive nipples you could ever want. I ducked to suckle at one of those little pink nubbins of joy while she cooed and held me to her chest. But then it was back to stripping as she pulled my suit jacket and shirt off my shoulders at the same time. I pulled back to rip my own undershirt off while Jada did the same with her shirt. And while she reached back to fiddle with her bra clasp, I found myself looking around for a good spot to fuck. My earlier flippancy about rutting in the hallway aside, I didn't want an awkward interruption at an inopportune time. The upstairs laundry room was the closest. That WAS where Jada had been headed after all. And while my children's young nanny stood there wearing only pink thong panties, I grabbed her ass, lifted her up so that she crossed her legs behind my back, and then carried her into the nearby room. The dryer was already running a previous load. The washer was idle, awaiting the clothes still sitting in the basket outside. I carried Jada straight over to the dryer, its surface warm with heat and vibrating ever so slightly as it tumbled clothes beneath. She laughed as I sat her down on it, and then panted in arousal as I dragged her panties off. My upper body was completely bare, but we hadn't had time to remove my slacks. I took care of that problem in a hurry, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping to free my rampant cock. And with a 20- year-old blonde vixen spreading her legs for me atop the humming dryer, I leaned forward and pushed my torpedo into her waiting tunnel. "Oh, FUCK," Jada groaned as I began penetrating her. Wrapping her arms around my head and her legs around my back, she pulled me to her. I clutched her head against the crook of my neck with my right hand, and tugged on her lower back with my left, until the two of us came together, our bodies fully enjoined in a position of sinful lust. "Ah, fuck..." I agreed contentedly. She was tight. She was always tight. I loved my assistant, my wife, and my girlfriend very much, for millions upon millions of reasons. But Taylor and Ashlyn had gone through childbirth, and Cassandra was a six-foot Amazon. All of them knew how to work their pussy muscles to contract around me, but none of them could match the simple, near-virginal tightness of petite young Jada. And as I pumped myself in and out of that wonderfully constricting cunt, I groaned in absolute rapture. "You feel sooo good, Jada..." I groaned. "Fuck me, Mr. K..." she crooned, much to my delight. For some reason, it only fueled the babysitter fantasy for Jada to continue using my last name. And as I continued my pistoning motion, filling up that tight twat and then retreating to leave her panting for more, she continued that familiar litany. "Fuck me, Mr. K ... Fuck me, Mr. K ... Fuck me!" I fucked her. Beneath her ass, the dryer inexorably continued its tumbling vibration, rolling over and over and over again. Every so often, the sound of metal would clink inside, perhaps a button or something else impacting the ceramic drum. I kept grunting. Jada kept moaning. And adding to the cacophony of sounds, my own knees would bang into the front door with rhythmic precision as my turgid pole squished in and out of the blonde's wet box. "Unnngh!" Jada threw her head back and groaned as her naked body gyrated atop the running dryer. Her ankles lost their grip behind my back, and her legs parted to the sides before her heels banged against the dryer door as well. "Urrghh!" I didn't let up, leaning my torso into hers to keep rutting as hard as I could, maximizing my depth and maximizing our pleasure as well. "Aaaghh!" Jada pitched backwards, dropping her right arm behind her to hold herself up, our bodies now at a slight angle as her ass began sliding off the front lip of the machine, with only my forward thrusting motions keeping her on top of it. But then Jada's first orgasm hit. She screamed, "Unnngh-AAHHH!" As her hips suddenly bucked upward, her ass came free of the dryer's surface and her entire body started falling off the edge. My left arm tightened around her lower back, pinning her against me and also trapping my cock at full penetration inside her. But my thrusting motions were automatic by now, and I continued humping her body, banging the smaller girl against the front edge of the machine now. Jada continued howling in orgasm, the pain of the dryer's edge digging into her backside only amplifying her sensations. And without stopping my fucking rhythm, I dug my right arm beneath her ass, hoisted her up, and planted her back down on top of the dryer. "FUCK MEEE!" Jada screamed, her legs cinching around my body once again. That tight pussy clamped down even tighter, and only her copious amount of sexual fluids kept things smooth enough for me to continue pumping in and out of her body. From the way Jada's eyes had rolled up into her head, and the way she frantically held onto my shoulders while shaking like an epileptic, I figured she was lost to her lust now, nearing another climax. "FUCK MEEE!" "Unnngh!" I grunted, getting close to my own release. "FUCK MEEE!" "UNNGH!" "FUCK-FUCK!" Jada's body shuddered, her arms clamping around my head with every ounce of strength she had. Her torso spasmed, shuddering so fast that it felt like she was making microthrusts against my cock with the speed of a hummingbird's wings. And her mouth gaped open in a scream so loud that not a single sound came out. Still, I certainly felt the intense orgasmic clamping of her cunt muscles around my cock accompanied by a fresh gush of fluids in her loins. And as her entire being milked my cock deep inside her, I felt my balls contracting to release their precious load. But I couldn't cum. Not yet. Not inside her. I'd made a promise to myself, ever since the whole pregnancy-scare with Kaitlyn those years ago. The only women in my life I could cum inside of were Taylor, Ashlyn, Cassandra, and recently Charlotte. No one else. No exceptions. Not even our other closest friends. Jada's limbs were frozen around me, and her mind was in some other place as she skated along the orgasmic plane of existence. I doubt she could have released me even if she were coherent. So with a lifetime of practice, I tightened my PC muscles and held back my urge. Just a little longer. The pain of it had even become rather pleasant for me, for I knew my release would bring me that much more relief. "... —uuuuuuck!" Jada's voice finally came back at the tail end of her climax, her whole body sagging. This time, when her body dropped off the edge of the dryer, I let my hands guide her down until she knelt on the floor in front of me. And then finally, I released my core muscles, jacked my shaft with my own right hand, and aimed right at the 20-year-old nanny's face. "UNGH!" I groaned as the first spurt blasted forth, running a ribbon of hot cream from Jada's forehead and down over her right eyelid. She blinked and then reached up to hold the tip of my prick, gaping her mouth open wide again and aiming me within. "Ungh," I grunted a little more softly, my second jet flying straight into her mouth. And then I let go of my cock, letting the young blonde reach up with her hands to take over and milk the rest of my spending all over her tongue and lips. When I was done, she opened her eyes and then began to wipe the cum trail off her eyelid, blinking all the while. She swallowed audibly and then picked at the globules dotting her lips and chin. And with a little sigh, she looked up to find me smiling contentedly over her. "Was that good for you?" "Absolutely, Jada." She smiled. "Me, too. It was SUCH a turn-on when you just knocked the basket out of my hands and dragged me in here. I've never done it on a dryer before." "You're a doll for letting me. We'll have to do it again sometime." She grinned and popped the last bit of sperm into her mouth, smiling coyly. "So I'm guessing the meeting went well?" "It did." She grinned. "I figured. Otherwise, I'm thinking you would have shoved me facedown and sodomized me until you got your aggression out of your system." I arched my eyebrow, leering down at her nakedness. "Hmm, that might've made a bad meeting all worthwhile." The young girl laughed and then reached her hands up to me. I helped her stand, and then pecked her on the lips. "C'mon," I told her. "Help me get dressed in something more casual. Dorothy should have lunch ready by now." ------- -- TAHITI -- "Cassandra, lie back down. That's an order." My tall, blonde, buxom personal assistant frowned, her eyes unreadable behind her chunky black sunglasses. She remained sitting upright, torn between her desire to get up and my order to lie back down. I pointed emphatically with my finger at her lounge chair, doing my best to glare imperiously, although I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. And then I repeated, "Down, girl. You're on vacation, remember?" "But your drink is empty." "And there are dozens of paid attendants here." "None of whom are here now." Just then, a brown-skinned native girl hurried up, apologized profusely, and took my glass. This ultra-private, ultra-exclusive Tahitian resort prided itself on its customer service, and such a lapse in attentiveness was not common. Only then did Cassandra calm down. It always took Cassandra some time to adjust to being on vacation. When she first started working for me, she was always concerned with organizing the trip, making various arrangements, and setting up my vacation itinerary. For her, a leisure trip wasn't so very different from a business trip. But lately, she'd been surrendering some of those duties to Charlotte. She only did so because I convinced her that I wanted her focus on ME, not on the officials or hotel clerks or whoever was running around to serve me. I dearly loved my wife and girlfriend, but the simple fact was that Taylor and Ashlyn were often preoccupied with JJ and Joey on these recent vacations. And when I wanted somebody by my side to keep me company, I wanted it to be Cassandra. Finally, with a sigh, she lay back down, letting the sun's rays bathe her nearly- naked body with a warm, all-over glow. Those massive melons I loved so much sagged a bit to the sides from their weight, unsupported by any bikini top or other garment. She did, however, wear a black and white zebra-styled bikini bottom. And at length, she crossed her legs and did her best to feign "relaxation". I chuckled and lay back down myself. I was beginning to bake a little more than I wanted, so I simply raised my hand and an attendant came over to adjust the gigantic umbrella above me. Cassandra followed suit a moment later, less into tanning than my wife and girlfriend. And then I sat back to watch my little tykes in action. While Joey had figured out how to toddle along on the carpet of our home, she had yet to master sand. My darling little princess could get up to her feet; but the instant she tried to take a step, she got off balance and tumbled to the ground. For some reason, falling down onto the softness of the fine-grain sand delighted her. So she did it over and over and over again. Meanwhile, JJ was engaging in a process of getting sand on his fingers, tasting them experimentally, and then making an ugly face when he realized sand doesn't taste very good. Of course, he then promptly took his wet fingers and stuck them back into the sand, to try again and see if the taste had improved. Taylor, Ashlyn, Charlotte, and Evelyn huddled around the children finding this whole thing hilarious. Me? I found Taylor, Ashlyn, and Charlotte crawling around without their bikini tops quite amusing myself. Only Evelyn remained fully clothed, in a one-piece suit and a sarong wrap, stating that no amount of persuasion would get her to strip half-naked and try to compete with girls half her age. Jada, unfortunately, had not come along. It would have been her first opportunity to join in on a big Kwong vacation, but she had declined, stating that her father had invited her on a Sharpley vacation to celebrate the close of the Hollister deal as well. And as much as she would have liked to join us, family came first. Me? I'd already been fantasizing about watching Jada and Taylor finally go nuts with each other. While the young nanny had played around with various models around the house, and with Ashlyn, I hadn't ever seen her and Taylor screwing. And for now, at least, I'd have to wait a little longer. That's not to say I was lacking for orgies on this trip. Our first night was kind of wiped out with the kids having their schedules all screwed up by the change in time zone. Taylor and Ashlyn refused to just let Evelyn and Charlotte deal with putting the kids down, leaving me alone with Cassandra for the evening. We made the best of it ourselves, of course. But the following night, the kids went to sleep with little difficulty in their separate cabana with Evelyn. And I got to party with four beautiful young women in my bed. The third night was more of the same. And lest you think I was becoming bored of it all, I was looking for a repeat tonight as well. The days, meanwhile, had been filled with tropical adventure, mostly centered on entertaining the little ones. We hiked them through the jungle, searching for brightly-colored birds and picturesque waterfalls. I spent most of my time carrying one baby or another on my shoulders, overriding Evelyn's protests for safety. "You could trip and fall!" our elder nanny screeched more than once. But I never did. Besides, the kids loved the view from up high. We found turtles and other sea creatures on the shore. We dug up rocks of various shapes and sizes. We discovered seashells. And the girls and I made love. JJ and Joey still had two primary nap times, around 10am and then again at 2pm. The sounds of the ocean waves were better than any white-noise generators, and after all the excitement filling their days, both babies slept as well as they ever had. And while the kids were down, my ladies and I had time to play. Some of them would rest, tired from hikes or crawling after the little ones. Others would sneak away with me. For example, Taylor, Cassandra and I re-enacted some of our favorite moments from our honeymoon. I especially loved having them two of them naked and braced against an open window overlooking the ocean, fingering each other while I switched left and right, screwing each of them in turn. One afternoon, I planted Ashlyn flat on her back atop the Plexiglas window in the floor, watching fish swim underneath us while I fucked her hard enough to make the window rattle. More and more fish kept approaching to try and figure out what the noise was about. And Ashlyn was shrieking her head off in a panic that we might accidentally break the window and fall into the ocean. That fear somehow made her orgasms even better. And still another time, Taylor and Charlotte sixty-nined on our big bed while I knelt behind Charlotte's upraised ass with my cock fully imbedded in her rectum and my hands around her throat, choking her to the most exquisitely painful orgasms. It was a perfect vacation. Now, as we chilled out in the cool shade beneath our canopy umbrellas, I glanced over to my right. Cassandra's unfettered tits rose and fell as she FINALLY began to relax, a cocktail burning its way through her veins. I then looked ahead, watching everyone else playfully tumbling in the sand while the laughter of my children filled the air. And I realized: Yes, I can retire. Why would I want my life to be any different than this? ------- "Ngghhhaaaahhh..." Taylor sighed happily. Panting softly, she lay her chest down against mine, just resting as she came down from the quiet orgasm. Our bodies continued to rock, however, as the funky suspended-chair hammock we were riding on continued to sway from its ceiling mounts. I was seated upright, my toes dragging on the floor as we oscillated back and forth. And my wife straddled my lap, her legs pointing back behind me, as the motion continued to grind my upthrust cock inside her tight twat. "That sounded like a good one," I whispered in her ear. With her eyes still closed, Taylor grinned and mumbled. "Mmm-hmm..." "Ungh! UNGH! AAAAAHHHH!" someone screamed from the bed. " ... that sounded like a better one," Taylor commented, still without opening her eyes. Indeed, Ashlyn was bucking and screeching while flat on her back, Charlotte's brunette head between her thighs and Cassandra's head over her chest, apparently suckling some nipples. I chuckled. "Are you complaining?" Now Taylor opened her eyes and looked up at me, a sparkle in her dark blue irises. "No, of course not. That was beautiful. And this is a vacation. We're supposed to be relaxing." "Ngghhhaaaahhh..." Ashlyn groaned, her eyes rolling up as her head tilted away from us, her entire body going limp. "Ashlyn looks pretty relaxed," Cassandra commented as she sat up straight, grinning at us. She then reached over to the redhead's left breast, which was still covered by the triangular fabric of her bikini top, and pulled it down to expose the entire globe and match the other one. This left only a multicolored string running underneath both of Ashlyn's large bosoms, with another string running up the sides and behind her neck, halter-style. I rather liked the look, and gestured to my assistant. "You, too." Grinning, Cassandra pulled her own bra cups down, and then looked over at Charlotte. Still wiping her face clean of pussy juice, the pretty brunette smiled and bared her breasts as well. And finally, while still sitting impaled on my cock, my wife did the same. All four women had been fully clothed when we entered our tropical cabana, if you counted wearing skimpy bikinis to be fully clothed. Of course, I'd been doing some heavy flirting before our arrival. And once behind the safety of a closed door, my girls had promptly acted on my sexual innuendoes, Taylor pulling the crotch of her bikini to the side so she could mount me, while the two assistants tackled Ashlyn to the bed. So all four women were still "technically" fully clothed. But bikini bottoms were pulled aside and now bikini tops were pulled down. I nearly got whiplash trying to stare at four pairs of tits at the same time, then I just smiled and leaned back against the hammock, causing us to sway a little more. I loved my life. "Speaking of relaxing," Taylor mused, while slowly clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around my cock. "Do you girls have any ideas of what you're going to do when we retire?" "Thought we were doing it already..." Ashlyn commented with her eyes still closed. "Lazing around tropical paradises while exploring all manners of sexual pleasure..." I jerked a thumb at Ashlyn. "What she said." "Well, of COURSE," Taylor chuckled. "But you all have hobbies. What ELSE would you like to do? C'mon, this is the dream, ladies. We have all the time in the world, and all the money do to whatever we want. I'm deciding right now: Every one of you gets to make your life EXACTLY the way you want it. Charlotte, come on. What do you want to do with your life?" Taylor's personal assistant looked over at us, wide-eyed in surprise. The pretty brunette was used to being the wallflower of the group. At 5'6", she didn't have the height and stature of the other girls. With a modest 34B bosom, she didn't have the big tits of the others. And while quite attractive, she didn't have the kind of face that made men stop in their tracks and drool like Taylor, Ashlyn, or Cassandra. That was all fine with her. She didn't ever like being put in the spotlight; and even now, amongst her friends, she looked like a deer in the headlights. She pushed her wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose while sputtering, "Me?" "Yes, you." Taylor's eyebrows shot up as the light bulb obviously went off in her head. "Wait, new rule. Johnny is the confessional chair. Whoever's turn it is to speak has to sit on him." Charlotte still looked nervous, but when Taylor got off me and ordered her into my lap, she obeyed. Taylor even held Charlotte's bikini bottom aside as the young brunette spread her own pussy lips and sank down upon my cock. I suppressed a chuckle at Taylor's little gimmick, but smiled and welcomed Charlotte aboard with a happy groan as tight pussy surrounded my column of manmeat. The young brunette shivered as she felt my cock filling her up. But before she could get herself settled, Taylor stated, "Now seriously, tell us what you want to do." Charlotte herself took a moment to gather her wits. "You want me to talk right now?" she whimpered, panting softly with her lips parted. "Yup," Taylor replied with a grin. To her credit, Charlotte took a deep breath and smiled at me before turning to her boss. "I stay with you, of course." Taylor shook her head. "No, I mean really. You've been with me for so long already, Charlotte. But when I retire from modeling, there wouldn't be much for a personal assistant to do. No more scheduling. No more logistics, handling phone calls, or negotiating rates." "You'll still have fan mail, and a busy social calendar." Charlotte almost absent- mindedly gyrated her hips, keeping a regular action on our joining, despite carrying on a conversation as if I wasn't even there. "I could get anyone to handle that." Charlotte actually looked hurt. "Am I that replaceable?" "No, no. Of course not. I just want you to be able to do whatever you want." Taylor folded her arms underneath her breasts, inadvertently giving me a better view. "You're not even 28, Charlotte. You have your whole life ahead of you." "The only life I want is here." "Ooh, I know! You're always making flower arrangements around the house or for some of the girls. I remember that Teagan had you make her wedding bouquets and the centerpieces at her reception, right? Haven't you ever thought of opening a flower shop?" Charlotte batted her eyelashes, looking downward before putting her wrists together and holding her hands palms up to Taylor. At the same time, she squeezed her pussy tightly around me, putting an extra wiggle into her gyrations. And with wide brown eyes, she looked adoringly up at her Mistress. "I belong to you, Taylor. What I want is to be with you. You know that." Just then, Cassandra put her hand on my shoulder. As I looked up at her, my own assistant smiled down at me and jerked a thumb at Charlotte. "What she said." I grinned and patted Cassandra's hand, murmuring. "I know." With a resigned, but pleased smile, Taylor nodded. Even though I didn't really understand the whole domme/sub culture, I knew enough to understand that Taylor and Charlotte had a special kind of relationship. It wasn't the same as between me and Cassandra — Charlotte was too submissive, too dependent on Taylor — but it was still something unique. "Okay, okay," Taylor conceded. "But things are going to change. Daily life is going to be different, and I AM going to start finding out the other things in your life that make you happy." Charlotte smiled. "That's easy. I love taking care of JJ and Joey." Taylor grinned. "Yeah, I can see the appeal." With that, Charlotte stopped her little lap dance (albeit with my cock inside her), and turned to me. "Excuse me, sir," she stated almost apologetically before dismounting. She immediately went over to Taylor, first hugging her Mistress and then letting Taylor take hold of her cheek to bring them into a sweet kiss. I groaned then for two reasons. One, it was simply beautiful to watch my gorgeous wife locking lips with her pretty brunette assistant. But two, almost as soon as Charlotte moved out of the way, Cassandra had knelt beside me, grabbed onto my hips around the hammock, and sucked my wet, erect cock into her mouth. I reached down and tapped her head. "I think it's your turn. Hop on and confess what you want." Cassandra lifted her head for only a moment. "I stay with you. End of discussion." And then she put her mouth on me once again. I looked up to Taylor. With one arm around Charlotte's shoulders, my wife shrugged. "No surprise there," she said. And then she looked over to the bed. "Ashlyn? Your turn." Grinning, the sexy redhead slinked off the bed and sashayed up to the swaying hammock-seat. Cassandra stood up, winking at me, and stepped out of the way. And after pulling the hip-ties to her bikini bottoms loose, letting the skimpy fabric fall to the floor, she straddled my legs and guided my dick into position. "Mmm..." Ashlyn sighed happily as we slowly joined together, until I was absolutely as far in as I could go. Wrapping her arms around my back, she pushed off with her feet, setting the whole hammock to swaying once again. And pulling me in close, she tilted her head and met me with a hot, passionate kiss. "So..." Taylor began. "All the money in the world ... All the freedom ... What do YOU want to do with your life, Ash?" Ashlyn merely held up a finger, indicating that we should wait a minute. And curling her arms around the back of my head, Ashlyn proceeded to push her tongue deep into my throat, kissing me with an even greater passion while undulating her hips to fuck herself upon me harder and harder. It actually took more than a minute, but not that much more. My own hands were stroking up and down Ashlyn's naked spine, sliding under the back string of her bikini a few times. She quivered and trembled in my grasp as she kept humping me, and by the time I buzzed over her anus with one of my fingers, she clenched up and came in my lap. "-Ngh! —Ngh! —Ngaaaahhh..." Ashlyn croaked, the muscles in the back of her neck taught. But then she sighed and relaxed. And as her body went still, all that remained was the wobbly orbital motion of the two of us still swaying back and forth. No one said anything for another couple of minutes. Already sweaty, both Ashlyn and I panted, her with relief and me still with some ejaculatory tension. And we cuddled intimately while I cradled her head against my shoulder. Then out of the blue, Ashlyn stated quietly. "I want another baby." I picked my head up, turning to look down at my girlfriend. But she kept her eyes closed and her forehead on my shoulder, so I raised my gaze first to Taylor and then to Cassandra. Taylor looked sad, but understanding. Cassandra just looked thoughtful. I continued stroking Ashlyn's back, and eventually she raised her eyes to me. "I want you to give me another baby. We all know Joey was an accident. Given the situation, and especially knowing your stance on cumming inside of other women, I know you never would have chosen to get me pregnant. But that was then. So much has happened since then, and having Joey has brought us together, Johnny. You ... and Taylor ... and Charlotte and Cassandra have all welcomed me into this family. We've never felt like we were outsiders. And even though you and I aren't married, I feel like this is where I belong. I don't want anyone but you. You're the man I'm meant to be with the rest of my life. You're the man meant to be the father of my children." "Oh, Ash..." Taylor immediately stepped forward and caressed Ashlyn's cheek. Ashlyn closed her eyes, wincing briefly before holding Taylor's hand against her cheek and then looking up at her. "Tay ... are you okay with that?" she asked almost fearfully. "Johnny's your husband. You're his Number One. I promised a long time ago I would never do anything to mess up your marriage, and I would never try to interfe-" "Stop it, Ash. We've been through this already." "But this is different. Letting me and Joey stay with you was one thing. Maybe it was the only option you had once I got pregnant. This is letting your husband raise a family with me. And I can't help but think of you and your ... problems ... there." Taylor's face fell momentarily. The same medical condition that had caused her miscarriage years back was still present, and had actually been worsened by her pregnancy with JJ. In fact, the doctors considered it a minor miracle she'd been able to carry JJ to term. Ever since then, Taylor had gone completely without birth control. And despite the hundreds of times I'd filled my wife's womb with viable sperm since then, she had yet to even get pregnant again. While not statistically impossible, the doctors had told us she would never have another child. "Those problems aren't your fault," Taylor told Ashlyn, caressing her best friend's cheek once again. "I wish things could be different, but I've accepted that Johnny and I can't have any more kids. And yet ... I would love to have more children running around that massive house. And if they can't be mine, I can't think of anyone I'd rather bear my husband's children than you." "So you're okay with it?" "Yes..." Taylor stated thoughtfully, still digesting the idea. "Yes, Ash. When you're ready, I think it's a great idea." Ashlyn squealed happily, which did wonderful things to the muscles in her cunt. Still with her left arm around my neck, she reached out with her right and pulled Taylor down to her. The redhead hugged the two of us together, kissing Taylor and then me and then back again. Only then did the girls seem to realize that the decision wasn't entirely up to them. "Johnny," Ashlyn began, biting her lip pensively once again. "Are YOU okay with this?" More kids? To be fair, I hadn't had to do a lot of work in raising JJ and Joey, getting all the good and fun with none of the bad and exhausting. The nannies did the bulk of the grunt work, Taylor and Ashlyn were heavily involved in training and caring for them, and I went off to work. I'd changed a diaper here and there, but so far the babies had not been a serious detriment to my daily life. I knew I was in an ideal situation, unlike the other 99.9% of the population with kids. But although I wouldn't have to shoulder the workload, these would still be my children, and I had to ask myself if I was ready for them. "Are YOU ready, Ash?" I asked my girlfriend. "I thought you were excited to get back to your modeling career. It's something you do because you love, right?" "Oh, I do! And maybe I won't retire immediately. I'm barely 26. I still have a lot of years ahead of me. But I can definitely scale back to spend more time with all of you. Besides..." Ashlyn reached her right hand across, laying the back of it against my right cheek. She smiled sweetly at me and then leaned in, pecking my forehead. "Before, I didn't know if I would have someone to retire with before. All the success in the world means nothing without this family behind me. But now I think I've finally found it all." I smiled, then held her head and kissed her forehead. "I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, because I love you, Ashlyn." "And are you ready to have more children with me?" "Absolutely." Ashlyn grinned, moving in to nuzzle my nose. "Mmm ... let's start right now. Surely you've got to be primed to blow after waiting all this time with your dick in one hot pussy or another." She clenched her muscles around me for emphasis. I arched an eyebrow. "Right now?" I asked. "You didn't go off your pills without telling me, did you?" Ashlyn laughed. "No, no, of course not. What kind of girlfriend would do that to you? But soon. In the meantime, maybe we can practice?" I grinned, and then slapped my girlfriend on her ass. "Maybe. But you're right, I'm primed to blow after sitting her letting you ladies grind yourselves on me for the last hour it seems like. So right now, you are going to bend yourself over that bed right there. And you, you, and you are going to line up right next to her," I barked, pointing at Cassandra, Charlotte, and Taylor. Giggling, Ashlyn dismounted me and then suitably pressed herself facedown on the mattress, reaching behind herself to spread her own asscheeks to the sides. Likewise, the other three women in the room lined themselves up, FINALLY dropping their bikini bottoms to the floor, and laughing all the while. I hadn't necessarily meant to assemble my girls this way. But somehow, I'd ended up with blonde and brunette assistants, a redheaded girlfriend, and a raven-haired wife — all my favorite colors. And with a loaded cock at the ready, I stepped forward to play my favorite version of Russian Roulette. ------- For years, Cassandra and Charlotte had been the personal assistants to me and Taylor, respectively. And it seemed that even in retirement, they would stay that way. So I looked forward to many more days like today. The two of them were face-to-face and chest-to-chest, and more importantly for me, just about pussy-to-pussy. Indeed, Charlotte lowered her crotch, grinding her clit against Cassandra's pubic bone for a few seconds while I sawed my cock in and out of her tight pussy from behind. "Ohhhhnnnnghhh!" Charlotte groaned as she felt my thick cock penetrating into her core. Her head came back as she arched back, exposing her neck. Cassandra took advantage, rising up to kiss and suck at the smaller woman's sensitive skin. And looking so much like a vampire from all those recent books and movies, the beautiful blonde flicked her blue eyes to me and smiled with them even as her teeth bit down ever so gently into Charlotte's neck. I just fucked Charlotte even harder. And for good measure, knowing just how much the young brunette got off on pain, I started smacking her bare asscheeks, pretty much as hard as I could. SMACK "AAAHH!" SMACK! "AAAHHH!!" SMACK!!! "AAAHHHH!!!" And then before either woman realized what was going on, I yanked out, aimed lower, and drilled my cock into Cassandra's waiting cunt. "AAAAHHHH!" the blonde screamed from beneath the brunette. Carefully, I noted the slight but noticeable variance in pitch from one woman to the other. And then feeling Cassandra's inner muscles coiling down around me, I resumed my drilling motions. Meanwhile, Taylor and Ashlyn were not idle. My wife and girlfriend rolled around in the ocean surf, like they do in the movies, with the waves crashing lightly over their bodies as they kissed and caressed each other in passionate, Sapphic abandon. It was a private beach, OUR private beach, and we didn't have any fears of being exposed. Only our staff knew exactly where we were, and they were careful to stay away. We paid a premium for such service. I brought Cassandra to a screaming orgasm, where she threw her own head back to scream. Charlotte then returned the favor, suckling on the blonde's exposed neck while squeezing her larger breasts. And when my assistant came down from her orgasmic high, I sat back on my own ass, letting my worn cock pull out from her saturated pussy. "Tired, girls?" I asked with a goofy grin on my face. Cassandra was limp on the lounge chair she lay on, her arms flopping off the sides to drag in the sand. Charlotte, winded herself, just lay her head down on Cassandra's shoulder, and sighed contentedly. "Satisfied," Cassandra answered for the both of them. "Go play with your wives." "Got it." I grinned and stood up from my spot kneeling in the sand at the foot of the lounge chair. And with my dick leading the way, I sauntered over to my ladies. "Hello, my wives," I greeted cheerily. Ever since that night when Ashlyn declared she wanted no other man but me, and wanted to raise a family with me, Taylor had taken to calling her my new "wife" instead of my girlfriend. Charlotte and Cassandra had picked up on it, and Taylor was even talking about holding a ceremony here in Tahiti before we headed home. It wouldn't be legally binding in the U.S., as polygamy was illegal. But a ceremony would cement things in our hearts nonetheless. "Come to us, my husband," Ashlyn giggled as she rolled off of Taylor and onto her back. I was quickly atop my new wife, my chest pressed against her bare tits and my cock fully imbedded inside her inferno of a pussy. I did my best to drive Ashlyn's body deeper into the wet sand, and Taylor was right beside me, alternately kissing us, caressing us, and reaching back to tickle my balls. Primed from her play with Taylor, Ashlyn crested into orgasm. Really, that girl had the quickest trigger of any woman I'd ever known. And after happily enjoying her climax, she pushed me up and told me to take Taylor. I kissed the redhead before crawling to my right three feet, centering myself as Taylor hooked her long, long legs over my shoulders, folding herself beneath me. I drove into her sopping wet snatch in a single thrust, and while my first wife held my face in her hands, staring up at me with adoration, I drove myself to the brink of my own ejaculation. "Cum in me, honey. Fill me up," Taylor crooned. "You've satisfied all of us. Take your just reward." I grinned and hammered her even harder. With four women and only one me, I felt a certain responsibility to make sure they were all satisfied. All four of them were bisexual, and fully capable of getting themselves off without me. But everyone felt the party slow down whenever I went off and was put out of commission for a little while. And I thought it my duty, as the single man in my harem, to make them each cum before I did. As with many of our recent sessions, I fucked each of my women to at least one orgasm. And after what felt like forever, I was finally giving myself permission to cum. Taylor smirked. "Besides, the kids will be awake soon." I chuckled and then lay my forehead down in the sand, concentrating on the rhythm of my stroking, focusing on the exquisite sensations hurtling up my shaft, my spine, and into my brain. "Ughhuhh..." I groaned, feeling the pressure increase in my head. "Cum, honey, cum. Fill me up. Then you can watch Ashlyn suck it out of me and snowball it back into my mouth. Maybe then we can get you up fast enough for a quickie before the kids wake." "Unnnghh!" I groaned, really driving my hips into hers. Taylor reached up, actually holding her own ankles above her head to pull her feet down into the sand, letting me get just that extra half-inch deeper. And with a final roar, I slammed forward and blew. "HHHNNNNGH!" I grunted, feeling the dam burst open and the flood of spunk pour out of me. This particular session had gone on for a LONG time, and while I still felt the pulses of individual shots racing out of me, it felt more like the waves of the ocean, high pressure spots amongst an unending flow of liquid. "Hnnngh," I groaned, feeling the fourth and fifth pulses as Taylor caressed my face. And then I was finally done. But rather than pull out to let Ashlyn in, I just let myself sag atop my wife. The ocean was heading toward low tide, the waves barely lapping at my feet instead of crashing over us. And I simply enjoyed the feel of Taylor's body beneath me as the water dried on our sun-drenched bodies. "I love you, Taylor. Don't forget you're still my Number One." "I know. That's why I let you make Ashlyn your Number One-A," she giggled and kissed me. "And don't get me started on Cassandra. She's not even in the pecking order. She's more like a Greek symbol in this ranking of-" "Jonathan!" Cassandra interrupted. I looked up to see my assistant jogging up to us, still fully naked. Those glorious tits bounced up and down in slow-motion before me, giving me some rather significant flashbacks to being a teenager watching Baywatch, and for a moment I was kinda distracted. "Jonathan!" Cassandra barked again, this time standing right in front of me. I managed to draw my attention away from her tits again, despite feeling my cock start to harden inside of Taylor. As I rolled off and looked up at her, I finally noticed the Blackberry in her hand. I scowled in annoyance. Cassandra knew better than to answer her phone during "playtime". She ALWAYS turned her phone off whenever we were having sex. And for her to interrupt me while I was lying post-coital with Taylor was unacceptable. Then again, Cassandra DID know not to pick up the phone during playtime. In fact, she once told me her phone had a setting to ignore all incoming calls unless they were absolutely urgent. So looking even higher, I saw her face. And to my surprise, even after tanning for about a week, Cassandra was absolutely ghost white. Something was wrong. My mouth gaped open and in alarm, I sat up. "What is it?" "It's Edward, at the house." Cassandra's jaw quivered, and she reached the phone down to me. I took it and instantly pressed it to my ear. "Edward? It's John. What's wrong?" "Sir, there's no easy way to say this," my butler stated. "Just say it," I barked rather harshly. "Mr. Wainwright is here from the office. He says..." Edward trailed off, clearly composing himself, which was highly unusual for the always-starched, always- poised butler. "He says that the money in the escrow accounts is gone. He says that Mr. Sharpley and Mr. Matthews have disappeared. He says you've been robbed." ------- I stomped back from the cockpit, listening to the engines heating up. Cassandra and Ashlyn were seated and buckled in. Charlotte was just sitting back down and buckling herself as well. Taylor wasn't in her spot, but was fussing over JJ with Evelyn. "What's going on? We need to depart right away," I barked at Charlotte. "It's nothing, sir," Charlotte said apologetically. "JJ's just squirmy and uncomfortable. They never like the pressurization of an aircraft cabin and he's got a bug bite that seems to be really itchy." I clenched my jaw but nodded. "Okay." I could get annoyed at my wife for delaying me, but I couldn't really get annoyed at my infant son. It wasn't HIS fault he was being dragged halfway around the world. Soon enough, Taylor returned and buckled into her seat, kissing my cheek apologetically. The stewardess swung by to verify we were set, then signaled the captain, and we started taxiing to the runway. I then turned to Cassandra, who despite all aircraft regulations had her laptop out. She was typing rapidly and wore her earpiece headset. And when she felt me staring at her she turned her attention to me. "So what's the damage?" I asked. Collecting herself, Cassandra took a deep breath. The color was still drained from her face. And without looking me in the eye, she stated softly. "4.2 billion is gone — everything the buyers paid into escrow. One buyer was late, and hadn't put in the last 400 million, otherwise that would probably be gone too. At least we've received assurances that the remaining 400 is coming in within the next few days. I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat. The math was simple: I had spent 4 billion dollars to buy up all of Hollister's companies. Only 0.4 billion was coming back. And when the dust settled, JKE ... no... I would be 3.6 billion dollars short. I had deep pockets. I had other assets. But losing that much money in one fell swoop was absolutely crippling. The four billion out to Hollister was gone; I wasn't getting that back. If we didn't find the money Sharpley and Matthews had stolen, JKE would be bankrupt. Period. Losing almost four billion dollars was simply unrecoverable. I would be ruined. "Sharpley?" I asked, without opening my eyes. "No trace of him. He was last seen boarding a flight for Switzerland. No trace of him since Zurich." "Matthews?" "Same thing. Off the radar on Grand Cayman." "Fuck." "Jonathan..." Cassandra took a deep breath. "There's more..." "What?" Cassandra hesitated another moment. For a moment, she pensively looked away, squirming as if undecided whether or not to tell me this last bit of news. But at length, she added, "It's Jada. She's disappeared, too." "WHAT?" My eyes popped open and I sat up straight. Cassandra wouldn't look at me. "Jada Sharpley, Robert's daughter ... She's disappeared. Dorothy said she was supposed to return from that family vacation yesterday, but she never showed." I closed my eyes and already knew: That's how he'd done it. My VP of Acquisitions, my most trusted lieutenant in all these mega-blockbuster business dealings, had stolen 4.2 billion dollars from me. And I knew how he did it: He'd sent in his own daughter to seduce me. To spy on me. To steal whatever he needed to pull this off. And he'd succeeded. "Find her." "The FBI has been notified. Agents are already at the house. They're trying to track all three of the principals." "No. HER. I'm serious, Cassandra. I want this to be your personal top priority." I sat up straight, then reached over and grabbed my assistant's chin, firmly redirecting her to look straight at me. Cassandra's eyes wavered. In all our years, I don't think she'd ever seen me this angry. "Find Jada Sharpley." ------- Chapter 3: Milwaukee -- OCTOBER (9 MONTHS AGO), MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- "They're calling it 'The Heist of the Millennium'. In an unprecedented theft, believed to be the largest single monetary robbery in history, top executives at internationally renowned Jonathan Kwong Enterprises have stolen a reported 4.2 billion dollars from the company. CNN reporter Michael Phillips has the story..." "Good evening, I'm Katie Couric and this is the CBS Evening News. Overnight, he went from ordinary worker on Wall Street to one of the wealthiest and most famous men in America. Tonight, we'll tell you the incredible story of Jonathan Kwong's rise to power, and how it might all come crashing down..." "But we at Celebrity Sightings have the juicy details. Our sources confirm that Jada Sharpley, the daughter of suspected executive Robert Sharpley, has been employed as a nanny to the family's children for the past several months. Recently released photos of the Kwongs out about town reveal how intimately involved Miss Sharpley was with the family, for example here as the children played in Central Park and here as Taylor and Ashlyn shopped on Park Avenue with their babies. Our sources also now confirm that Miss Sharpley is one of the missing — and presumed 'on the run' — suspects..." "Welcome to World News with Charles Gibson. In a theft that by far has topped the record of one billion dollars removed from the Central Bank of Baghdad, reports indicate that over four billion dollars were liquidated from more than a dozen escrow accounts held in trust by Jonathan Kwong Enterprises. The money was transferred out by top executives of the company and hidden in banks unknown. And the men responsible have disappeared. The FBI is now involved in the hunt..." "Details on the exact nature of the transaction are still unknown. But with the purchase price reportedly paid to Daniel Hollister, and the assets already sold off, Jonathan Kwong Enterprises is an extremely precarious position, now holding a negative net worth. Rachel Tamarack. MSNBC." "Is the Prince of New York a pauper once again? Jonathan Kwong is no stranger to our headlines. He first made waves when he was revealed to be the unknown inheritor of Jonathan Kendall's estate nearly five years ago. His whirlwind romance with supermodel Taylor Brynn, along with a whole variety of suspected affairs with various other women throughout their courtship, made him front-page fodder for the tabloids. And he threw the entire New York social scene off its axis little more than a year ago, when it was announced that he was both dating and had impregnated another supermodel, Ashlyn Scott, while still married to his current wife. Since then, the Kwong family has operated under the radar. But now, the intense media spotlight of this financial scandal threatens to put Jonathan's entire lifestyle right back under the microscope. Already there are rumors swirling around Jada Sharpley's role within the family, including suggestions of an affair between the wealthy billionaire and the young daughter of one of his top executives. Indeed, our sources say that-" "Computer: TV OFF!" I barked harshly. The screen in the family room obediently shut down. Ashlyn blanched, dropped the television remote onto the couch, and looked up at me as I scowled at her. But then a whimper from the ground caught my attention and I forced myself not to have such an ugly face. "I'm sorry, Joey," I said soothingly, sinking to my knees and opening my arms. My baby girl pushed herself up onto unsteady feet and toddled over to me, collapsing against my chest at the last moment. As I stroked her hair, I added, "Daddy didn't mean to yell." "It's everywhere," Ashlyn breathed. "Every news channel. Even MTV." "Well, children aren't supposed to be watching TV before 2 years. Right?" Ashlyn shrugged and stooped down to reach for Joey. The little girl returned to her mother as I stood back up. "JJ?" I queried. "In his room with Taylor and Evelyn. He's got a bad rash now." I sighed. "Call the doc, okay?" "Taylor says it's nothing." I shook my head. "Just call him. Better safe than sorry." And then I turned to walk out of the room. Ashlyn called behind me. "House calls aren't cheap, Johnny." I froze in place at her words. My eyebrows furrowed, and slowly, I turned back around. Never before had Ashlyn ever mentioned money around me, not like this. Quite simply, money had never been an issue. "'House calls aren't cheap'?" I asked incredulously, turning around with a deeply annoyed expression on my face. She paled. "I just mean ... with this whole situation ... I mean, I'm sure money isn't a problem. But you said that this kind of theft could be crippling. I mean ... uh. Don't you think it's safer not to spend on some things unless you really, uh ... Well, how ARE your finances now that... ? Oh, shit." "WE'RE FINE," I thundered. Joey quailed again, and I forced myself to calm down once again. Ashlyn held her tightly, and as I gathered myself, I stated in a quieter voice, "We're fine. This is a big hit. No question. But we're not insolvent yet or anything. We're fine." "But didn't you have to take out loans to pay Hollister in the first place? How are you going to pay them back now?" "Financing the payment instead of paying cash was a sound business decision, not because I couldn't per se," I stated without real conviction. "There's spreading out of risk, for precisely this reason. More to the point, that's why they're called loans. I've got time to pay them back. Long enough to track down my money." "But if you don't? If you can't recover it? Where does that leave us?" Bankrupt. I'd be bankrupt. Everything I'd earned, everything Jonathan Kendall had given me, I'd have lost. Well, maybe not everything. I DID have other assets, after all. But it would be enough to completely destroy the way of life I'd led up until this point. I closed my eyes and sighed. If we didn't recover anything, I'd probably have to sell the house. I'd have to move my family someplace smaller. I wouldn't be able to keep Taylor in the lifestyle to which she'd become accustomed. Would Ashlyn even stay with me? I'd find the money. I'd find Sharpley and Matthews. I HAD to. "Jonathan!" Cassandra's shout pulled my attention immediately, and I turned to look for her. She ran up, caution in her sky blue eyes. And with a grimace, she announced, "There's been a development about Jada Sharpley." ------- Cassandra sat in her chair in the home office, rapidly typing commands into the computer. I stood behind her, looking over her shoulder as several windows began to pop up on screen. "I just got off the phone with Special Agent Farnsworth," she stated without turning around to me. I nodded, remembering the lead FBI agent put in charge of the investigation. For the most part, he had tried to keep us out of the loop, explaining that the Bureau would handle everything. But Cassandra had proven to have a stronger willpower than he, demanding access and regular updates. That plus a call from me to a Senator friend had provided the necessary leverage to make sure we were kept informed. "You mentioned a 'development'." Cassandra nodded and pulled up a photo of a comely blonde. The girl looked late teens, and posed prettily with a few friends in front of the Eiffel Tower. I didn't recognize her. "Who's this?" I asked. "Jada Sharpley," Cassandra stated through gritted teeth. "Excuse me?" Cassandra sighed. "The REAL Jada Sharpley. Here's what I've been able to find in the last hour or so. Bob Sharpley told you the truth about one thing: his daughter Jada had become disillusioned with school and dropped out of NYU. But that's it. The real Jada packed up and decided to live a bohemian life in France. She's been there all this time, completely unaware of what's going on." "WHAT?" I barked incredulously. More photos popped up on screen. "These are just the pictures from her Facebook page. As soon as Jada was declared a person of interest, the FBI put out a bulletin on her with Interpol. French police immediately got a hit on her, as she'd rented an apartment in Montparnasse and opened a bank account with BNP Paribas. They went to arrest her, and found out she wasn't the same girl we're looking for." My hands went to my forehead, and I blinked rapidly. "So ... if THAT's Jada ... then who the fuck was living with us all that time?" Only now did Cassandra look up at me. "I don't know. But you remember Maureen? The nanny we had before Jada?" Ah, SHIT. The light bulb went off in my head. "The nanny you caught trying to steal financial records out of this very office!" Cassandra nodded. "We've got an employment history on her. She used to work security for one of Sharpley's previous companies. My guess is that he sent her in here to set up his theft, only she got caught." I paled as my previous suspicions seemed to be confirmed. "So Bob tried again, this time with a girl posing as his daughter. She meant to seduce me. She meant to get me off my guard. She meant to earn my trust. All so she could help him rip me off." Wincing, Cassandra just pinched her lips and nodded. Turning my head away, I reached out and punched the wall. "FUCK!" ------- My eyeballs burned from staring at the monitor for too long. My calves ached, just from the nervous twitch that had my legs bouncing for the past several hours straight. And my neck was sore. I didn't even know it was sore until Cassandra stepped behind me and started rubbing it, pushing her strong thumbs right into the base of my head where it met my spine. "Owwww-aaaauuughhh..." My complaint had turned into a sigh of pleasure as her magic fingers went to work. She chuckled, the most positive sound either of us had made all day. "Figured you were due." "Thanks. But you don't have to do that." "I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for me," Cassandra replied casually. "I'd been sitting in that chair for so long that my back was stiff. I needed to get up and do something other than looking over transactional data." I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my elbows onto the desk so that I could hold my head in my hands as my assistant continued her neck rub. "Ugh ... You don't have to do that, either. You should take a break." "Are you going to take a break?" she asked before grabbing my head and rotating it to the side. On a tray was my dinner, prime rib, potatoes, and steamed vegetables. It had lain there untouched for the past hour, and by now was quite cold. I grimaced and put my forehead back in my hands. "I'm not hungry." "Jonathan, you need to eat something." "Not until we find something." "You have to eat eventually." "And I will. Just not now," I stated stubbornly. Cassandra sighed and started working on my shoulders. I let her do her thing for another minute, and then I patted her hands and sat up straight in a signal for her to stop. And then I grabbed the mouse and returned to focusing on my screen. The two of us had been holed up in the home office for the entire day. Without a lead on where Sharpley and Matthews had hidden the money, I'd turned to combing their past transactional history. It was a simple matter of habit. Lots of financial wizards got used to running their business through the same international banks. Escrow accounts were commonly held with certain companies. Wire transfers regularly went from Bank A to Bank B to reside at Bank C, etc. Someone knew someone else who offered X benefits or Y kickbacks or Z anonymity. If Bank A suddenly dropped their loan rates or invested more or otherwise indicated that they had a lot more money in the vault than usual, we could start drilling down from there. Maybe it would be coincidence, maybe not. It's not like each bank would make public record they'd just received a couple hundred million extra to stash. But maybe a strategically placed call to a high-ranking executive would help illuminate the situation. Maybe. There were millions of banks. It was like a bigass shell game, peeking underneath each one to see if they had some of my money tucked away. Tracing them all was slow and time-consuming, but it was one way of trying to DO something about the situation. I wasn't about to just sit back and leave everything to the FBI. Of course, Sharpley and Matthews might have suspected we'd trace them through their past transactions, so they'd probably used completely new ones. Then, it was a matter of eliminating their most commonly used companies and trying to outsmart them. Four billion dollars doesn't just disappear. It HAS to go somewhere, and my best financial gurus at JKE were on the case. They were in the same boat I was; if we didn't find the money, all those people would be out of a job. But finding it wouldn't be THAT easy. Cassandra had tried to re-start my neck rub several times, but I just batted her hands away and insisted, "I'm fine." She then went around to the other side of the desk. Like always, she sat in the main chair in front of the main screen. I was working on a notebook computer with a spare monitor across from her. But when I saw the haggard look on her face, I shook my head and stated, "You should take a break." She scowled at me and stated, "I will when you do." I looked at the clock. "It's after 10pm. You've done enough for tonight." "So have you." "I'm not done yet. I think I'm onto something with this Aragon Holdings Corp." "Then I'm not quitting, either." "Cassandra, you need your sleep. I need you at peak functioning ability." "Are you even listening to yourself? You've been working just as much as I have, and between the two of us, I'm the one who's actually used to it. Don't you think you need to be at your peak?" "I'm fine," I replied coldly and with full conviction. "I won't rest until I find the bastards that did this to me." "'I won't rest' is a figure of speech. It means you're not going to let it go, which is just fine. But you need to actually rest. Like you said, it's after 10." As if on cue, the door swung open. Taylor stood there, wearing a warm house robe. "Aren't you coming to bed?" "Not now, Taylor," I waved her off, not even looking over at my wife. "Johnny..." "The kids?" I asked, interrupting. "They're fine. They're asleep." "How's JJ's rash?" "The doctor says it's hives, allergic to something. He's not sure what just yet, but he prescribed some medicine and said that JJ will be fine in a couple of days." "Good." I went back to typing and clicking. Taylor sighed, but didn't leave. I assume she was making some eye contact with Cassandra, and a few seconds later, I felt my wife come up behind me. Her hands took over massaging my shoulders, and she leaned down to whisper into my ear. "Come to bed, honey. Let me relax you." "I need to work," I replied without turning around. "I'll make it worth your while," she purred, and then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my ear. Like I was shooing away a buzzing fly, I raised my hand and waved her away without turning my head. Aragon Holdings had lowered their internal bank-loan rate by a full point, a clear sign that they were flush with cash and looking to add more loans. Aragon was California-based, which meant it was just after 7pm. While the bank itself would be closed, it wasn't too late to call one of the executives. "Johnny, please come to bed," Taylor whimpered. "I need you tonight. After everything that's gone on, I can't go to bed until I feel your arms around me. Come cuddle me, at least until I fall asleep. Then if you really want, you can come back down here and go to work. Please?" I sighed, finally breaking my gaze from the monitor. I could ignore suggestions that it was good for my health to take a break. It was much harder to ignore the woman I loved asking me for a simple cuddle. "Just give me thirty minutes, and I promise I'll come." ------- As the Sun is wont to do, it climbed higher and higher into the heavens as the morning progressed. At some point, it climbed high enough to get just the right angle through the Eastward facing windows, and found just the right gap between the closed drapes to cast an intense ray of light right onto my face. I rather didn't like it. Grimacing, I winced at the unwanted illumination. Instinctively, I turned my head to get away from it, to no avail. Finally, while pinching my left eyelid shut, I cracked my right eye open to figure out where the hell I was. My office. Of course. Blinking slowly, I got my bearings and found that I was sprawled out across the couch. My head was on one of the pillows, and someone had covered me with a blanket. My whole body ached. My muscles were stiff. And gingerly, I levered myself up to a seated position. I took a deep breath and then bent forward. Getting my feet onto the floor, I planted my elbows atop my knees and then held my head in my hands, muttering grumpily. The room was dark save for the beam of light coming through the curtains. But as I stood up, a built-in motion sensor detected me and flicked on recessed ambient lights, not enough to really illuminate the room, but enough to make sure I wouldn't bump into anything. I stood and stretched, rolling my head around before reaching up to massage the cricks in my neck. And I was just about to head for the door when it opened from the outside. "Johnny?" Ashlyn poked her head in. Her hair was back in its casual ponytail, and she wore a pastel green shirt and light khaki capris. I groaned and nodded, checking the clock. It was after 10am. I wasn't sure what time I'd fallen asleep, but I'd certainly slept in. "Perfect timing." She pointed up at the lights. "The motion sensors. Cassandra had the computer tell us when you woke up." "Ah." I rubbed my head. Only then did I remember the promise I'd made my wife last night. "Shit! Taylor!" Ashlyn nodded her head, a sympathetic expression on her face. "Yeah, she's kinda grumpy. When you didn't show up last night, she came over to my room to cuddle." "Sorry." "No need to apologize to me. I was happy for the company, especially at a time like this." Ashlyn grimaced, remembering my previous outburst when she'd questioned our financial stability. "Not that a time like this is really bad or anything ... I mean, I know that we're not in ... That is ... I'm ... sure you guys are handling this." "We are," I stated reassuringly. "Everything's going to be fine." Ashlyn nodded, clearly trying to make herself believe, but just as clearly still concerned. I'm sure it didn't help that every newsrag and TV show was proclaiming that this was the end of the world for me, that my magical run had finally come to an end and my carriage would turn back into a pumpkin. Just then, a knock sounded at the open door. Olivia, a young blonde maid, stood there with a tray of food. "Breakfast, sir?" "Mmm ... smells great." I inhaled, taking in the aroma. I thought I smelled maple syrup, and either french toast or pancakes. Dorothy was excellent at both. I gestured to the big desk. Ashlyn frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. "Don't you want to come eat with us in the dining room? I know it's late for breakfast, but I wouldn't mind an early lunch. And the kids are due for their 11 o'clock soon." I shook my head and moved to the desk, sliding the notebook computer aside to clear room for Olivia's tray. "I'm staying right here. There's a lot more work that needs to be done." "Cassandra's already on it," Ashlyn argued. "She's been up with the JKE analysts since 8am and right now, she's talking to Agent ... uh ... Fro ... gurt..." I chuckled. "Farnsworth." "Right." I shook my head. "Doesn't matter. I told you everything will be fine, but it won't be fine until I fix this." "Johnny, please. You owe Taylor for not showing up last night." I shook my head. "I'm not leaving until this is done." Ashlyn exhaled and rolled her eyes. Realizing she was talking to a brick wall, she just shook her head and stormed out the door. I scowled at her retreating back. You'd have thought she'd be more appreciative of how hard I was working to make sure she could continue living this extravagant lifestyle. "Can I do anything else for you, sir?" I turned back to the desk. Olivia, a very attractive young blonde, stood at attention in her black and white maid's outfit. Like a lot of our staff, maids were extra eye-candy around the house. I often stared at her and some of the other girls, as I was wont to do with any pretty girl in my house. But I wasn't going to do anything about it. After the Brittany incident, Cassandra had been going out of her way to find eye- candy that wouldn't fool around. The world was full of pretty girls that weren't the flirty-types, who had boyfriends or otherwise were just smart enough not to mess up a high-paying job by trying to compete for attention from a billionaire with a supermodel wife and girlfriend. Since instituting the new policy, not one of the maids had hit on me, and Olivia was no exception. She was pretty, but that was just a line we wouldn't be crossing. So I simply shook my head. "No, that will be all." Olivia bowed her head respectfully. But just before leaving, she approached me, touched my arm, and said warmly, "You'll figure it out, I know you will. Everything will be fine." And then nodding assuredly, the maid turned and left. I mused on that for a moment, for some reason actually feeling better because of Olivia's vote of confidence. I needed it, after Ashlyn's skepticism. Alone once again, I sat down at the desk and lifted the lid covering the tray. A steaming plate of french toast, eggs, and hash browns greeted me, along with juice and coffee. I took a sip of the coffee. And as I picked up a fork, I also lifted the clamshell lid of the notebook computer. Soon enough, the login screen arrived, and I started typing in my password with my left hand. But I got it wrong on the first try, so setting the fork back down, I re-typed my password with both hands. And that was as close as I got to eating breakfast. ------- I did eventually eat something. Even though I didn't really want to break from working, my stomach was just grumbling too loudly for me to ignore. I don't even remember what I ate. It's not important. The french toast got tossed out and something made its way into my belly so that I could keep working. Cassandra came back after getting off the phone with Agent Farnsworth. She briefed me on the progress, which was that there was no progress. And then she took her spot opposite me to continue tracking down leads as well. I finally gave up just after 9pm. Taylor arrived with maids holding pillows and blankets behind her. My wife was fully ready to sleep on the couch with me if that's what it took. Instead, I caved and shut down the computer. I let her lead me upstairs and shove me into the shower. I really needed it, as I hadn't taken one in the past two days. And Taylor welcomed me into bed with open arms and a slinky negligee. But I was way too tired for sex. I told her this, but my wife seemed determined. She tried blowing me for almost twenty minutes, but every time I got a semi-hard, I would soften after ten seconds outside of her mouth. I believe Taylor whined and complained after that, but I was already fading into unconsciousness. Just another day. ------- Cassandra stood politely when Edward escorted the two gentlemen in black suits into the living room. I, on the other hand, was exhausted from my restless night; so I remained seated on the sofa. After shaking hands with Cassandra, they came to me anyways. Special Agent Farnsworth re-introduced himself. I told him I remembered him from his first visit. Same with his associate, Agent Reddick. Olivia stopped by with a tray of coffee. The maid smiled encouragingly at me, and for a moment, I felt buoyed from the dragging weight of the past several days by her innocent smile. But then it was back to business. "So what brings you here, Barry?" Cassandra asked in a friendly voice that momentarily drew my attention. I arched an eyebrow at my assistant and asked with my eyes, 'Barry'? Since when was she on a first-name basis with the agent? Agent Farnsworth merely sighed, "I thought I needed to come say this in person. I'm sorry, Miss Cooper. I promised you both I'd have answers within 72 hours. Well that time has now passed, and we're no closer to tracking the suspects than we were three days ago." My heart sank. Cassandra, the JKE analysts, and I had run into nothing but dead ends ourselves. I had been hoping the FBI would have significantly better luck than us. Farnsworth then spread out a dossier, and even upside-down, I quickly read off the numbers of JKE's liquidated escrow accounts. The Agent proceeded to give us a brief rundown of his team's efforts to trace the money. Unlike us, the FBI had access to many of the banks' asset records, making them better able to analyze and eliminate potential transfer points. But that advantage had not gotten them any better results. "It's the best wire job I've ever even heard of, let alone seen," he finished with a tone of regret. I sighed. "I hired the best." And the best had betrayed me. "So where do we go from here?" Cassandra asked pointedly. "Surely the FBI isn't just going to give up." "Of course not. Four billion dollars has left the U.S. Economy, and I can assure you the government is not happy about it." "Then what is your plan?" Farnsworth took a deep breath. "We don't seem to have expertise enough to track the wire transfers. The suspects have simply covered themselves too well. I'm now directing our agents to focus on locating the fugitives themselves. We'll be in touch with family, friends, and other known associates. Hopefully, once we find them, they'll lead us to the money." Cassandra nodded, but then I sat up straight. "We'll let you guys do that," I conceded. "But why don't you let us track the wire transfers." Farnsworth furrowed his eyebrows. "As I understood it, you and your analysts were already doing that." "Through commercial means." I pointed at the dossier. "You just explained the way your guys were tracing them, using some decidedly more effective tools." Agent Reddick blanched. "You want us to give you FBI access?" I nodded. "Like you guys said, you don't have the expertise to uncover Sharpley's and Matthews' tracks. We do. My analysts worked side-by-side with those two men for years. I hired the best. But we don't have access to bank private records. We don't have the Federal Reserve's tracking algorithms. Give us those, and my guys will find the money." "Absolutely not," Reddick stated flatly. "There is a reason that kind of access is restricted. For Jonathan Kwong Enterprises to have it would be a major SEC violation. It would be a completely unfair business advantage." "There won't BE a Jonathan Kwong Enterprises if this money isn't found. And my team wouldn't be using your access to gain a competitive advantage." "Yeah, right," Reddick spat skeptically. "Not intentionally, of course," Cassandra interrupted. "But we understand the risk." "Surely there is SOME way we could make this work," I argued. "Somebody we can talk to at the SEC?" "Perhaps..." Farnsworth mused quietly. His eyebrows were furrowed again, and he was staring off at nothing. We all went quiet, letting him think for a moment. And then he looked up at me. "But you're not going to like it." I regarded the agent evenly. "Try me. Can't be any worse than having four billion dollars go missing." He sighed. "One-year sanction for JKE. That's the penalty for hacking into the internal system as it stands. We'll give you access, but then you can't do business in the United States for one year. That way, even if you gain a competitive advantage, you can't do anything about it anyways." Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth. I just shrugged. "Done." "Jonathan!" Cassandra looked at me in alarm. Shutting down the company for a whole year? "We need to find the money. Otherwise the company'll go belly up anyways." "But Jonathan! A year's sanction? That would mean laying off a lot of your employees." I shook my head. "Some, maybe. We wouldn't even have to. The sanctions would only apply to the U.S. We still can do a lot internationally. Freeze everyone's salary for a year, and we'll weather the storm. Re-allocate everyone to work on other projects. No layoffs. We can make it work." "But that same U.S.-limitation applies to the FBI access. We'll only get American banks. Any transactions to Switzerland or the Caymans would be just a blind as we are now." I shook my head and stared at Farnsworth. "OFAC access." Cassandra arched her eyebrow. "Seriously?" "Office of Foreign Assets Control, right? Their JOB is freezing assets. They do it every day, uncovering Al Qaida and shutting down terrorist bank accounts. Let our analysts use their systems." "I don't know that I can authorize that." "All we need to find is one stashed account, and that can help lead us to the rest." Farnsworth scowled. "You're agreeing to a year's sanction?" I nodded immediately. Cassandra grimaced, but after thinking about it for another few seconds, she nodded her head. The FBI agents looked at each other, and Farnsworth finally looked back at me. "I'll still have to clear this with my superiors." I shrugged, feeling like a man with nothing more to lose. "Make it happen." ------- It was an agonizing 24 hours after the FBI agents left. Something deep inside me knew, just knew, that if we didn't get the FBI/OFAC access to the banking records, we'd never be able to find the patterns that would lead us to Sharpley's and Matthews' hidden accounts. And if we didn't find those accounts, I would be completely ruined. I stayed in the home office for the rest of the day, doing my best to manage without OFAC access. Twice, my loved ones tried to get me to come out and think of something other than this current crisis, or at least eat something. Both times, I'd sent them away. Taylor was first, insisting that she was there to help me relax. She pressed me in her typically insistent way until she got my pants open and knelt underneath the desk in front of me. At first, I was going to let her give me a quick blowjob to release the pressure and then go back to work. But despite this plan, I couldn't get my mind away from the next wire transfer to analyze, and wouldn't you know it, I couldn't maintain a stiffy. Taylor felt insulted and stormed away. It was the second time she'd used her expert fellating skills on me in recent days, and the second time she'd failed to arouse me. It was like a Pro Bowl kicker shanking consecutive extra points. That sort of thing just didn't happen. But rather than muse on it after she'd left, I'd simply re-buried myself in my work. Ashlyn played upon my other temptations. With Evelyn tagging along, she brought Joey and JJ into the office to play around. But even my kids couldn't really distract me. I romped around with them for all of ten minutes before returning to the computer. And nothing was going to dislodge me again. Late that night, when I got upstairs to my bedroom, I found it empty. There was a note from Taylor, telling me that she was sleeping with Ashlyn again. If I wanted the company of some very beautiful women, whether for sex or even just to cuddle, all I had to do was walk across the hallway to Ashlyn's room. Topping things off, Taylor had left her bra underneath the note. But I didn't walk across the hallway. I just flopped onto the bed fully dressed, closed my eyes, and let unconsciousness take me. Thankfully, the next morning it all worked out. Farnsworth's superiors expectedly balked at the notion of letting private citizens like the JKE analysts have FBI access to the American banking system and OFAC access to foreign assets. On the other hand, the SEC was only too happy to sanction us for a full year. I had to give up something, and the idea of shutting me down for 12 months was just the carrot some government bigwigs needed to push it through. I was going to get my international banking access. Still, the FBI wanted some assurances that my team wasn't just going to start surfing through the network, using our access as a jumping off point to start hacking into other sensitive areas. So the next day, Cassandra and I helicoptered out to my building on Wall Street. We set up a big conference room within which the OFAC and FBI data streams would be restricted. The Bureau then sent over two beefy agents to stand guard. Besides us, only our six hand-picked analysts would be allowed into the room to use the FBI access point. And the guards would ensure that that tracing the missing money was the only thing our analysts would be doing. After an hour of working with my team to get the ball rolling, Cassandra more or less ordered me out of the conference room. "What?" I complained. "I need to see this through." "You hired the best; you said it yourself," she reminded me. "But they can't be at their best when their boss is looking over their shoulders. You have to go, Jonathan. Go home. Spend some time with your family." "But-" "This is not open to debate," she stated flatly. "You've got to get out of here and let your people do their jobs, okay?" Though clearly unhappy with the situation, I had to admit that Cassandra was right. "Fine ... fine..." I threw up my hands. "You'll keep me posted?" "Of course, sir." Cassandra stood at attention, nodding confidently. "Get some rest." ------- Cassandra had told me to get some rest. As soon as I walked in the door, the stairs up to my bedroom beckoned to me. She'd also told me to spend some time with my family. JJ and Joey would be up and playing by now. All I would have to do was walk down the short hallway to see them. But no, I went straight to my office. Even if I couldn't be there with the team poring through bank records, there were still other things I could do to track Sharpley and Matthews down, however remote the possibilities. Just as I sat down, the office door opened up behind me. Both Taylor and Ashlyn came into the room. I looked up at them while simultaneously opening up the notebook computer with my left hand. "Hey. How're the kids?" "Evelyn and Charlotte are watching them in the family room," Ashlyn informed me. Taylor merely folded her arms across her chest. "What are you doing?" she asked accusingly. I frowned at her tone and waved at the computer. "Same thing I've been doing every day since we got back: getting us out of this mess." "No, what are you doing in here?" Taylor stomped forward and slammed the lid to my computer shut. "Hey!" "Cassandra called. She explained what's going on. Your analysts are handling it, and the only FBI access point is over at JKE. So what are you doing in here?" Taylor asked more insistently. "There are other things I could be doing, other ways of tracking down Sharpley. C'mon, it's not like I'm in here looking at porn." "I'd rather you were!" "Huh?" Taylor's eyes canted to the sides as she went from angry to worried in half a heartbeat. "Johnny, you haven't had sex in almost five days. Tell me that isn't the longest period you've gone without since we got together." I arched an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with anything?" "Don't you think that's odd? Just a little?" "I've been busy. In case you hadn't noticed, I've got a lot of other things on my plate." "No, you've got ONE thing on your plate: finding the money. It's consuming you. You're not eating. You're barely sleeping. And you're not having SEX!" "You make it sound like being abstinent is unhealthier than not eating and sleeping," I chuckled. "For you, in this house, it is," Taylor hugged herself. "We've had other problems, Johnny. There was the whole deal with Martin Dean. And you've had other deals go sour. But you never stopped coming to bed with me. You never stopped flirting with the girls. Not until this crisis." "You're overreacting to nothing-" "I'm not!" she interrupted. "Seriously, Johnny. For you to be like this ... how bad is it? Are we really out of money?" "We're fine." "You keep saying that," Ashlyn interjected. "That's all we hear from you: 'We're fine. We're fine.' I want to believe it, but ... when you're acting like this, it's hard to believe." "Ash, we're making progress." "Not according to Agent Farnsworth, you're not. Or wasn't that what he came over to tell you the other day?" "You're eavesdropping now?" Taylor rolled her eyes. "You were in the living room. Charlotte was passing by and overheard." "Well we are now. Cassandra just told you about the FBI Access Point." "Uh-huh. And she told us JKE won't be able to do business in the United States of America for a whole year because of it." "As long as we find the money, it won't matter." "That's a big 'if'," Ashlyn commented. "The TV shows are right, aren't they? If you don't recover the money, you're bankrupt, aren't you?" "Is that true?" Taylor added. I stared at the closed notebook. "We're fine," I stated, without conviction. "It's true, isn't it?" My wife's face was ashen. "If this fails ... we're done, aren't we?" 'We're done'. They were two simple words, but layered with so much subtext. In her voice I heard the obvious, that we'd be bankrupt and our lives as we'd known them would be over. But the cynical part of my brain heard even more. Not only would this magical ride that had begun when I'd inherited billions be over, but so would my relationship with Taylor. After all, when I was just another ordinary Joe, she'd been an off-and-on fuck buddy, but not a serious girlfriend. If I lost my money, if I went back to being an ordinary man, would she leave me? 'We're done.' Our relationship would be done? I wouldn't be worth staying married to, was that it? This family would be done. Bankrupt, I wouldn't be able to keep paying Cassandra. She'd have to leave me to find another job. Ashlyn wouldn't stick around. She was only 26, a hot babe with many other prospects. Surely some new sugar daddy would swoop in to take care of her and her daughter. The Montauk mansion? Gone. JKE? Folded. Failure. Absolute failure. I'd lose everything. When I looked up, I realized that I was alone in the room. Taylor had asked me a question, but though I hadn't verbally responded, I was sure my physical response had been answer enough. "Yes," I said aloud to the empty room. "If this fails ... we're done." Hunching over the desk, I put my face in my hands. And I started to cry. ------- I kept a bottle of Glenlivet 1964 Cellar Collection in the office for the few times I had an executive over to the house. I wasn't ordinarily a scotch drinker, but these weren't ordinary times. One glass became two. Two became ... four ... or so. I wasn't really keeping count. The point was: I sat there in the semi-darkness of my empty home office, wondering where everything had gone wrong. Everything had been so perfect. My wife adored me more than anyone in the world, and she treated me that way. We'd had some initial problems having a baby together, and despite the significant likelihood she would never again be able to get pregnant, we at least had the baby boy she'd always dreamed of. Jonathan Junior carried my name, and my legacy, and that was all Taylor really needed. Cassandra and I had found a perfect balance. We loved without restraint, and inhabited the roles that made us comfortable. She loved her life with me, and I loved having her by my side. Even though there was nothing formal between us save for an employment contract, our hearts knew what we meant to each other. And even Ashlyn had found her place in our lives. The initial physical lust we had for each other had been white hot in the beginning. And though it had since dimmed to a slow burn, pregnancy, then Joey, and our time spent together through it all had bonded us in a very special way. We'd been happy. We'd been on a vacation all together in Tahiti... ... and then from this very office, Jada Sharpley had stolen the passwords and documents necessary to pull off "The Heist of the Millennium." "FUCK!" I yelled, and suddenly my tumbler had shattered into a hundred pieces against the far wall. It was all Jada's fault. Yeah, Bob Sharpley had been the mastermind, plotting out the deal. Matthews had been his partner, hosting the escrow accounts. But none of it would have been possible without very specific codes and safeguards that were held in this office. Sharpley and Matthews couldn't have done it without her. She was the catalyst. She was the one who made it happen. Fuck her. I had, already. I could still smell the shampoo in her hair as I stood behind her, nuzzling her neck while my hands roamed up and down the front of her body. Many times, the young babysitter had let me tug her panties down, spread her legs, and ease my aching cock into her young twat. Then, I had thought she was just a horny young girl. She had demanded no favoritism, no special treatment for becoming my lover. She just wanted to be around, and to enjoy a pleasant orgasm from time to time. She just wanted to play with my kids, make friends with the staff ... and secretly invade my office to steal precious documents while no one suspected a damn thing. Fuck her. I still remembered the time I knocked the laundry basket out of her hands and fucked her atop the drying machine. That had been a good day, immediately after closing the deal with Hollister. It had been a good fuck, mutually beneficial. Jada had commented that she knew things had gone well since we'd enjoyed such a happy encounter. If things had gone badly, I would have shoved her facedown and sodomized her until I got the aggression out of my system. I wanted to do it to her right now. It would be fitting, wouldn't it? To have Jada back here, at the scene of the crime? She'd ruined me, and she owed me my revenge. I'd forgive her; I really would, if I could just have her here right now, letting me take my revenge from her tight, slender body. Fuck her. I could do it. I'd fuck her all day long. Taylor had complained that something was wrong with me, that I hadn't had sex in almost five days. I'd show her. I'd show her I was still man enough to pound pussy whenever, wherever. I even felt my cock thickening at the very thought. "Mr. Kwong?" I turned my head and for a moment, I saw Jada standing by the door in a black and white maid's uniform. Fuck her. I felt a surge of adrenaline race through me as I quickly stood up, ready to scream some ugly obscenities at her. But a second later, my vision cleared and I realized it was Olivia, holding a tray of food. "Dorothy thought you might eat something now that you have some sort of FBI Analyst Task Force thing going on downtown," the maid stated politely as she moved into the room, heading for the desk. My eyes felt wobbly, and the room spun a bit as I turned my head to track her. For some reason, Jada's face kept flashing over Olivia's as she approached. The two really did bear some resemblance. Jada stood 5'6" while Olivia was maybe closer to 5'5". Both had blonde, shoulder-length hair. And even their facial features were similar, with dainty noses and pointed chins. My stomach grumbled. I'd only eaten a bagel with some coffee this morning. And the four (five?) glasses of scotch weren't sitting too easily in my stomach. "Thanks ... Olivia," I stated, forcing myself to say the correct name. My head swam. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Can I do anything else for you, sir?" I looked up. Olivia stood at attention, politely awaiting my response. My eyes drifted down her torso. Actually, Olivia had one thing up on Jada. While my ex- nanny had only a modest B-cup chest, my maid seemed to be packing a decent rack. High-C, at least. Like I said before: eye-candy. Fuck her. "Oh!" Olivia was now looking down and against the wall. She spied the broken pieces of my scotch tumbler lying on the floor, and immediately moved over to them. "I'll get this cleaned up, sir." She grabbed a nearby wastebasket and knelt on the floor. With delicate hands, Olivia picked up the big chunks of glass, dumping them into the trash can. And then she bent over further to get a better look at the smaller pieces. As she did so, her beautiful, tight ass rose up, encased in a black skirt that hugged her perky buttcheeks. Fuck her. My mind snapped. ------- Oddly enough, Jada didn't scream when I grabbed her out of the blue. She yelped a bit in surprise, but there was no terror in her eyes when I rolled her over. It was as if she didn't realize that I'd figured out her betrayal, and that I was here for my revenge. That's okay. I'd make her understand. I was quite forceful as I spun the petite blonde and put her on her back, looming over her supine body. My hands were on her shoulders, holding her in place to prevent her from getting away. And her own hands came up to my chest, no doubt to fend off my aggressive advances. But her fingers tightened against my shirt, bunching up the fabric. It felt like she was holding me to her, not pushing me away. Ah. There's my Jada's firecracker sex drive, I told myself. The young blonde could always go from zero to wanton slut in two seconds. She still didn't know she was here for punishment. She probably thought she was seducing me! After all, she was wearing the uniform. As part of the staff, Jada was good friends with the maids, and could have borrowed it easily. Eye-candy or not, I knew the maids talked about my sexual prowess with the supermodels roaming the corridors. I was sure that deep down, they all wished they could fuck me, just once, to know what it would be like to bed down with their famous billionaire employer. I couldn't have them, and we went out of our way not to overtly flirt with each other. But I had a buried lust beneath my surface for a girl in that black and white uniform, and Jada had gotten it into her head to make my fantasy come true. Indeed, she moaned softly and murmured, "Ooh, Mr. Kwong..." And then she rolled us, moving herself on top and kissing me once again with an intense burst of lustful energy. My right hand moved back, quickly jerking the black skirt up and out of the way. She was still compliant, letting me separate her thighs and dig my fingers underneath the band of her panties. Her labia were dry, as if she wasn't expecting this sexual encounter even though she was the one initiating. But they were starting to moisten as I pushed a finger into her slit, causing her to stiffen up and moan. "This isn't right," she whimpered, even as she tilted her head away to expose that creamy white neck. She writhed atop my body, squirming as my finger worked deeper into her. "It's very, very wrong," I groaned as I nibbled on her offered skin, resisting the urge to bite down and inflict the pain she deserved for the wrongs she had done to my family. Fuck her. Oh, yeah. The reminder sharpened my mind. And I felt the rush of adrenaline pour through me as raw power filled my arms. "We shouldn't be doing this," she moaned, oblivious to the new tension in my grip. "I shouldn't be doing this. Sir, maybe-" She couldn't finish the sentence as I suddenly rolled us back over so that I was on top once again. I didn't actually mean to bump her head. I was a little bit clumsy, the alcohol in my system not helping my sense of coordination. So when I pushed the young blonde onto her back, her head bounced off the hardwood floor. She was a little dazed, and unresisting for a few seconds while I sealed my lips over hers in a fierce kiss, not one of passion, but one of power. This wasn't one of our usual rolls in the hay. This was my revenge for what she'd done. Jada had to understand that I was in charge, and that she would pay the price for her betrayal with her body. "You stay right there," I growled menacingly, holding her down with my forearm against her upper chest. "You're gonna explain to me why you did it." She blinked rapidly, her eyes wobbly. Clearly she didn't understand, or maybe she was still dazed from the head bump. She whimpered, "Did ... did what?" "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!" I raged. I pushed down with my forearm, tucking it beneath her chin and against her throat, momentarily cutting off her air supply. The petite blonde panicked and thrashed beneath me. "Mr. Kwong!" she gargled in terror. "Why'd you do it?" I backed my arm off. "Wha-?" Jada whimpered. "I don't understand!" "Why'd you steal from me? Was it money? I could've given you anything you needed! Were you in trouble? I could have helped! I could have done anything for you! So why the fuck did you do it?" "I ... I don't-" "You don't know? Huh? Not good enough! You betrayed me! You've RUINED me!" I thundered. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Fresh adrenaline coursed through my veins, and suddenly I remembered what I'd wanted to do to her: Revenge. She owed me my revenge. And she'd even specified the manner of it: Facedown, and sodomized until I'd gotten the aggression out of my system. "FUCK YOU!" I howled, getting to my knees. She turned to the side and curled into a ball, huddling herself away from me. But I simply grabbed her light body and physically yanked her into the air while she kicked and screamed. NOW there was terror in her eyes. I didn't care. Let her scream. The couch was nearby. I practically tossed the petite blonde over to it. She tried to scramble up as soon as she hit the cushions, but I was quickly behind her, grabbing onto her hips and manhandling her body over one of the sides. The couch had a low armrest, with a wide surface that made for a good pillow when I wanted it. And that wide armrest was the perfect place to stick Jada's belly as I pushed her facedown with her ass hanging over the side. She went still after I spanked her. Two more slaps reddened her asscheeks, and she stopped struggling for a moment. She wore black lace panties, or rather, she had. That's because I grabbed the crotch and yanked the flimsy garment off her body with enough force that they simply tore away. And I stared down at her pink taco, still glistening with her previous moisture. Pinning her down against the armrest with my left hand at the small of her back, I used my right hand to free my cock and shove my pants down to my ankles. "Please, Mr. Kwong ... Please!" I reached forward and clapped my left hand over her mouth. "Shh, Jada," I chuckled, my eyes flaring. "You don't want to wake JJ." And then I laughed with glee. Her eyes went wide in absolute fright at my words. Funny, her irises were darker than the light hazel I'd remembered. I jammed my fingers into her pussy again, spreading them to stretch her in anticipation of my entry. And she screamed into my palm while futilely thrashing to get herself free. "Why'd you do it? Huh, Jada? I gave you a good life, didn't I? You were paid well, certainly more than any babysitting job a 20-year-old could hope for. You were given room and board for free. We took you on vacations with us whenever you wanted. And I thought you loved JJ and Joey. So why? Why betray us?" "Mmmmph!" she screamed again into my palm. "This is my revenge, don't you see?" My chest was against her back, my left hand still clamping over her mouth while I fisted my cock in my right. Shifting my hips, I pulled my cockhead up and swabbed it through the cleft of her pussy, building up her natural moisture against my tip. But rather than push it inside, I aimed a little higher and centered it over her rosebud anus. "You're actually getting off pretty easy," I reasoned. "I'm going to forgive you for betraying me. You've ruined my life, but all you've gotta do is lay there and let me sodomize you until I feel better." Jada, for some reason, was less than enthused. She immediately started thrashing and bucking with all of her strength, desperately trying to get away from me. Her hands clawed at the couch cushions and despite my best efforts to pin her down, her hips kept shifting side to side, making it impossible for me to shove my dick into her ass. And then finally, she bucked free. I was already off-balance, trying to smother her down with my own body. Jada managed to tip enough to tilt my weight, and then her leg wrapped around the armrest just enough to tug herself to the side. I went rolling one way, and she the other. The next thing I knew, I was struggling to sit back up. And then a clenched fist came flying in out of nowhere to crash into the side of my head. My brain exploded with pain, momentarily blinding me. But as my eyesight returned, so did a wondrous sense of clarity. My head was still swimming with alcohol, but the fog lifted, and I felt like I could see again for the first time. Her face was unmistakable. She stood above me, dark brown eyes aflame, holding her own fist with her left hand while cocking her right arm in preparation for another. But another punch wasn't necessary. All strength left my limbs, and I collapsed heavily right on my ass, with my back propped up against the side of the couch. With shame and horror spreading throughout my entire body, I grunted in surprised recognition, "Olivia?" Her eyes went wide at the new tone in my voice. She blinked rapidly, not yet sure if the danger had passed. Instant memories of the past five minutes began racing into the forefront of my mind. They were horrible, horrible images. And in desperation I clawed at my eyes in a futile attempt to make them go away. Above me, Olivia dropped her fist, stretching out her fingers. It was as if she could tell that my madness was leaving me. And indeed, with a touch of concern in her eyes, she knelt down beside me and actually reached out to touch my face. But I felt a wave of revulsion pass through me as her pristine white fingertip was sullied by the filth of my skin. Nausea boiled in my belly as I realized just what I had nearly done, and all four (five?) glasses of scotch started lurching up my esophagus. My eyes bulged out, along with my cheeks. And then I turned to the side and threw up all over the floor. ------- "Already beset by the loss of a reported 4.2 billion dollars, Jonathan Kwong has now been hit with new allegations of rape. We at Celebrity Sightings have the racy details of the billionaire's sordid sex scandal..." "As always, the identity of the accuser is a closely-guarded secret. But our sources say they've identified the victim. We cannot announce her name on-air, but ET has confirmed that she was a member of Jonathan Kwong's household..." "This is not the first time Jonathan Kwong has been accused of a sex crime. He is a well-known playboy in the social scene around New York, and has been in the tabloids for years over his dalliances with various supermodels and other women throughout the years. Public records show that he has been sued for sexual harassment an average of six times a year over the past four years, although every single one of those suits was dropped well before reaching court..." "A photocopy of a medical chart was posted on the internet sometime yesterday, and has since been removed from the site. At the request of the hospital in question, we at MSNBC are not going to show you the actual chart here. But we can tell you that the list of injuries to Jonathan Kwong's victim include: concussion, contusions to the arms and pelvic region, vaginal swelling, and..." "In addition to the rape allegations, we at CNN have breaking news in our ongoing coverage of 'The Heist of the Millennium'. The SEC has announced that Jonathan Kwong Enterprises will be under sanction for the next twelve months. The now world-famous mergers and acquisitions company has already been operating at a virtual standstill since the theft of over four billion dollars from its accounts. But now this announcement means that even if the company recovers, it won't be able to do business in the United States for a full year..." "In related news, Goldman Sachs has now downgraded Jonathan Kwong Enterprises to 'Sell' after the latest SEC ruling. Strategists had believed a recovery was imminent, with confidence in the U.S. banking system and FBI pursuit to track down the stolen money. However, with no positive announcements in the past several days from the FBI Task Force leading the recovery, in addition to this SEC ruling, it now seems unlikely that JKE will be able to come out of this current crisis..." "Good evening, I'm Katie Couric and this is the CBS Evening News. Theft, financial sanctions, and now accusations of rape. You have to wonder what else can go wrong for the once untouchable billionaire Jonathan Kwong..." "Computer: TV off," I mumbled. The massive 82-inch screen faded to black. It had been the only illumination in the room, and I was once again plunged into darkness. I stared off at nothing, just listening to the sound of my own breath. And I wondered to myself: What else can go wrong? Turning away from the screen, I got up and walked over to one of the floor-to- ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. The sun was setting somewhere way behind me, off to the west. Its rays silhouetted the mansion, casting a massive shadow that spread over the back patio and off toward the dunes and the ocean beyond. It suited the darkness of my mood. The lights were all off, the only illumination coming in from the gray, cloudy sky outside as daylight turned to dusk. And all of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back. "We'll get through this," Taylor said softly. I reached my hand up to cover my wife's as she interlaced her fingers over my breastbone. I nodded and then pulled away, breaking her grasp. And hanging my head, I turned around. "I'm sorry." She didn't try to deflect my apology by saying I had nothing to apologize for. I had committed a grave, horrible crime. There was no getting around it. Yeah, I'd lost my head for a bit. I had been under tremendous pressure for the last several days, and I'd finally snapped. But I'd still nearly raped a poor, young girl. Technically, I actually had if you counted digital penetration. "I'm a monster," I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut against the mental anguish, to no avail. "You're not a monster," Taylor soothed. "Aren't I? One time might've been an isolated incident. But this isn't the first time I've lost control." "It isn't?" I sighed and looked up at my wife, holding her hands firmly, afraid that my next words would make her recoil. "I did it to you, four years ago, remember? And I actually succeeded in raping you." Taylor blinked and then raised her eyebrows in surprise when she remembered. "I deserved that for what I did to you." "Nobody deserves that. For any reason." "You can't rape the willing," she offered. "Olivia was NOT willing." Taylor had nothing to say to that. I turned to face out the windows again, losing myself in the vastness of the open ocean. And after a moment, Taylor hugged me from behind again. Eventually, I worked up the nerve to speak again. "Any luck getting a chance to talk to her?" I asked weakly, already knowing the answer. Taylor sighed and shook her head in the negative. "But she doesn't hate you, I know that much." "What?" Taylor exhaled and reached up to stroke the side of my face with her fingertips. "Well, her lawyer won't respond to Cassandra's official inquiries. The only thing he's said is that his client will not see you at this time. But I've heard some things unofficially." "How?" "Melissa called her." I nodded. Melissa was one of our original maids, back from when we'd first moved into the Montauk mansion. Over the last couple of years, she'd become the "mama-hen" of the group, even though she was only 26 herself. "Anyways, Melissa talked to Charlotte, and Charlotte talked to me. Olivia's confused right now. I don't know if you knew it or not, but Olivia was a little infatuated with you. She liked this job too much to screw it up by breaking the rules and flirting with you, but she did have a crush on you. In her eyes, you were the ultimate man who could do no wrong." "Apparently I could," I muttered, holding my forehead and rubbing it in frustration. "They were really close friends. Olivia told Melissa everything. Everything. Clearly, even with the mild concussion, she remembers it better than you do." I winced. I knew I'd nearly raped Olivia, but details were a little hazy for me. "For a minute, she wanted it to happen," Taylor continued. "She was infatuated, and you were throwing yourself at her. She told Melissa as much, that she was kissing you back. She knew how stressed out you were, and that you were a little ... off ... at that moment. She thought that she might be able to help, that she could give you comfort in your time of need. But then she hit her head, and the next thing she knew, you were calling her 'Jada' and pinning her down to the couch. I grimaced and turned away from my wife, walking away. "I don't think I need to hear the rest of this." "Olivia doesn't hate you," Taylor said, following after me. "You were drunk and you weren't yourself. She could tell you weren't in your right mind." "It doesn't excuse a thing. I'm a monster, no better than Martin Dean." "NOT like Dean," Taylor spat hotly. "You didn't put yourself inside her." "Only because she managed to get free." I shook my head. "She got lucky, but I still would have gone through with it." "You're not a monster!" Taylor urged, behind me once again, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "You weren't yourself." "Myself or not, it doesn't change the fact that I nearly raped her. I lost control. And the next time it might happen to YOU!" My wife sighed, having nothing to refute that. She put her forehead against the back of my neck, calming herself. And then after another few seconds, she asked softly, "Why did you do it?" "I don't know." "It's because of Jada; it has to be. Olivia said you kept calling her 'Jada'. Out of everything that's happened, everyone who's betrayed you, why her?" "This whole fucked-up thing starts with Jada. If she doesn't swipe those files, nothing goes wrong. Sharpley and Matthews can't steal the money. We don't go through any sanctions. Hell, we might've still been in Tahiti right now." "There was nothing you could do." "No," I shook my head. "I could have prevented this." "How?" "Not sleeping with Jada, for one." Just the mention of her name reminded me how thoroughly I'd been duped, and also reminded me of how I'd attacked Olivia thinking it was her. I grimaced in even further mental anguish. Taylor stepped around to face me, her hand once again on my chest. "It wouldn't have made any difference. Sleep with her, don't sleep with her, you couldn't have prevented her from stealing whatever records she needed." "Couldn't I? Think about it. The staff knows to be on alert if anyone goes snooping around that office. But everyone knows she and I were fucking, so if she goes over there, maybe everyone just presumes she's doing something for me." "Don't punish yourself with hypotheticals. I don't know all that much about your business, but I do know that Cassandra locked down that office tighter than a rodent's ass after Maureen tried to walk out of here with those documents. If Jada beat your security, she beat your security. Period." "Still ... I feel..." "Betrayed?" "YES!" "Of course you do. You should. Nothing wrong with that." "I want REVENGE," I growled, clenching my hands. I then folded my arms across my chest and paced away from my wife. I walked to the edge of the room, then turned and continued, mindlessly moving. "I ... I'm more mad about... her ... whatever her real name is, than I am over Sharpley and Matthews." Already I could feel the rage that had driven me to assault Olivia rushing through my veins once again. Red haze fell over my eyes. And with a suddenness that frightened Taylor, I wheeled on her. Instinctively, she cowered back. My wife had to believe I would never hurt her, but she already knew I was capable of almost anything if I got mad enough. "Sharpley and Matthews were my executives!" I shouted. "THEY'RE the ones who stole that money from me. Whatever help 'Jada' gave them, THEY'RE the ones who were able to close the escrow accounts and transfer the funds out. I should be filled with hate for them!" Taylor nodded meekly, keeping her distance. "Johnny..." she began quietly. "But I don't. Sharpley and Matthews did it for money. I get that, greedy little men wanting money that isn't theirs. But Jada? Jada slept with me, she got intimate with me. That makes it personal," I seethed. "Sharpley and Matthews hurt me financially. They betrayed my company, my wallet." Again, Taylor nodded, still backing away as I approached her menacingly. Her back hit the wall; she had nowhere left to go. And when I reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, she squeaked in fear. "Johnny..." "Jada betrayed ME." "Johnny..." Taylor whimpered, her blue eyes pleading. "You're hurting me." Instantly, the red haze over my vision cleared. I jerked my hands away from her immediately, feeling the iron-hard tension in my fingers. And I felt my stomach lurch again as I recognized the look of absolute terror on my wife's face. "Oh, God. Taylor, I'm so sorry I-" It was too late. Without a word, Taylor pushed past me and literally RAN out of the room. Shit! Shit! Shit-shit-SHIT! Turning away from the still-open door where my wife had fled from me in fear, I slapped my hand against my forehead and grimaced at the splitting headache that was rapidly forming at my temples. Once again, I was all alone in the darkness. And once again, I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. What else can go wrong? ------- My head was throbbing when consciousness returned to me. My cheek felt damp, and when I finally pried my eyelids apart from the brownish-yellow crust attempting to keep them closed, I realized it was because I'd been drooling onto the pillow. My hand drifted of its own accord to the pillow beside me. It was empty, of course. Taylor would have spent the night with Ashlyn once again. I hadn't even seen her since she fled the room in terror after I'd grabbed her. I could only imagine the crazed expression on my face that had scared her so. I fumbled out in the other direction, trying to get my palms planted on the mattress so I could push myself up. But I hit something in the bed, something that made a low sound when I hit it. And turning my head again, I saw the empty bottle of Patron tequila that had kept me company all night. After remembering what had happened after drinking the Glenlivet scotch the previous day, I'd switched to tequila last night. The hangover making my head throb right now was my just reward. I grabbed the bottle by the neck, lifting it to me just to make sure it was what I thought it was. And then I carelessly tossed it onto the floor, hearing the muffled as it hit the shaggy rug beneath the bed that covered the hardwood floor. At length, I managed to drag myself out from under the covers. The elegant clock on the night stand told me it was after 11am. This wasn't surprising as I'd stayed up drinking myself into a stupor until close to 4am. I'd wanted to go to sleep much earlier. But the demons of all my recent failures, from the money, to Jada, to Olivia, and now Taylor, haunted me and refused to leave my mind alone until I'd beaten them into submission with the tequila. Eventually I made it into the bathroom to take a shit and splash some water on my face. I was still hunched over the sink when a figure appeared behind me in the mirror. And still groggy, I turned to see who it was. "You look like hell," Cassandra commented. "Feel like it, too." She nodded. "You gonna attack me now?" I furrowed my eyebrows. She shrugged and spread her arms invitingly. "If you need to take out your aggression, I'm yours." I grimaced, fresh pain in my head with memories of assaulting Olivia and even grabbing Taylor. "That's not funny." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to let you know I can handle anything." I actually smiled. If nothing else, Cassandra was a big, strong woman. She was still beautiful and slender, but I knew her muscles held strength enough to hold me at bay should I go off the deep end. And for some reason, knowing that I couldn't really hurt her even if my mind snapped again was really, really reassuring. "How is Taylor?" "She's fine. She loves you. But I've convinced her for now that you need your space until we can get you fixed. This isn't something that warm affection and great sex can cure. You're not in the right mindset, and you've got bigger problems than that." "Yeah..." I grimaced. "I know..." "Fortunately, I think I can help." I arched an eyebrow. She'd just said this couldn't be fixed with great sex, so what did she mean? Cassandra grinned. "We found the money." My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" "Well, not all of it yet. But with the FBI Access Point, our guys were able to track down some of the secret accounts. And based on our pattern matching, we're finding more and more every hour. OFAC is freezing them as we speak. And Farnsworth is already in touch with the State Department and Interpol, working with foreign governments to trace their owners." "You're kidding! How much have you found?" Cassandra beamed. "1.5 billion. And again, more and more is coming." I don't think I'd smiled this widely since JJ was born. All of a sudden, it felt like a million ... no make that a billion ... tons of weight had just slid off my shoulders. And I staggered forward while opening my arms to Cassandra for a hug. She grinned and opened her arms to me, but just before I got to her, I stopped myself. Wincing, I balled my fists and pulled my arms back. "Uh, maybe that's not such a good idea. Even I don't trust myself." "Relax, Jonathan," Cassandra stated, moving herself into the hug, pressing her chest against mine and squeezing me fiercely before kissing my cheek. "I told you: I can handle it." ------- It took me a while to compose myself. My self-confidence was still quite fragile, and I wasn't entirely convinced that the Mr. Hyde in me wouldn't suddenly burst free and do something else so terrible I wouldn't be able to recover from it. But Cassandra was eternally patient, and after a while, she got me to shave, clean up, and get dressed. And then she brought me downstairs into the common areas of the house. The staff members we passed on the way were a little stiff at the sight of me. Melissa, the lead maid, put her hand to her chest and actually seemed scared. I actually tried to turn around and go back upstairs at that point, but Cassandra insisted. "You can't hide in your room forever." "It's not for my sake," I argued. "It's to protect the world from me." She shook her head and gripped my arm so firmly that I couldn't resist. And she continued by bringing me all the way to the family room. "Dada!" My eyes immediately dropped to the little 1-year-old with dark brown pigtails. She was wearing a very pretty brown corduroy dress with a pink and yellow flower embroidered in it, with a pink turtleneck and pink leggings to match. Smiling happily, she reached her arms out to me as she toddled forward. And as I knelt to receive her, she deliberately pitched herself forward so that I was forced to catch her as she fell into my arms. Joey, of course, thought this was hilarious. And her giggles were enough on their own to completely reverse the direction of my mood. JJ then crawled over, reaching my hip and then scrambling up my body as he brought himself to a standing position. He wobbled at the top, looking ready to drop right back onto his ass. But grabbing my arm, he steadied himself and looked at me with intense blue eyes. "Dah..." he mumbled. Tears were once again on my cheeks, only this time I wasn't alone in the dark. I was smiling, and though I hugged my kids fiercely, I knew I was in full control of my strength. Ashlyn knelt beside us, reaching out to stroke Joey's hair before touching my arm. "It's going to be okay." Taylor was then on my other side. She hesitated for a second, then smiled and grabbed my head, pulling me toward her while she leaned in to kiss my cheek. "We'll get through this," Taylor stated softly, but firmly. "We'll get through this." Exhaling with relief and holding onto my kids, I nodded my head. ------- Everything was looking better. JJ's rash was disappearing. Joey was babbling "dada" at me with regularity. And we'd found 2.3 billion of the missing money so far. But most important, the great loves in my life were coming back to me. Taylor got first crack — she was my wife, after all. After lunch, the pair of us retired to our bedroom, and I spent thirty minutes on my knees between her legs, worshipping her body and thanking her for all of her patience throughout this very strained time. Once she proclaimed that I had apologized enough, she pulled me up her body and pulled my aching dick into her body. And the two of us settled in to physically remind ourselves of our eternal love. Ashlyn got the evening. It was less about apology for her, as Ashlyn felt that I hadn't done anything specific to hurt her. It was more that I had gone away, leaving her behind while I had to take care of some business. But now I was back home, and she was once again in my arms so that we could both enjoy each other again. Cassandra patiently waited all the way until nighttime. Even then, she didn't want to have sex. I was already bedding down with Taylor and Ashlyn, the three of us together in the big bed to cuddle, when Cassandra finally came into the room. My wife and girlfriend quickly realized that I had not yet made love to my assistant, and looked ready to either leave us alone for privacy or invite her in for a big four- way if that was what she wanted. But Cassandra waved them off, simply climbing onto the bed while fully dressed and pulling down the sheets until she could get to my pajama pants. Then, she quickly extracted my cock and fed upon me, humming as she tasted the remnants of my last coupling with Ashlyn. And with a delicate touch and expert precision, she blew me for a good fifteen minutes. I nearly came three times, my eyes rolling up into my head and my back arching off the mattress, but Cassandra backed away each time. Taylor and Ashlyn were right beside me, stroking my forehead and chest, or planting little kisses against my neck. They made no moves to interfere with what Cassandra was doing, and by the end of those fifteen minutes, I was a quivering, trembling sad sack of a human being. But then Cassandra finally brought me off, with rapid hand strokes and powerful suction. I came like a firehouse despite planting a great wad in Ashlyn's snatch less than an hour before. I came and I came and I came, spewing gallons of liquid lava into my assistant's mouth and down her gullet. And with each successive jet, I felt like another great boulder of pent-up stress was leaving me behind. And then she left, returning to her own room. I missed her, but it was just Cassandra's way. ------- -- NOVEMBER -- I lay comfortably on the couch in the home office, tossing a New York Giants football up and down just to keep my hands occupied. It was still morning, and it had been a very productive morning at that. Under the biggest financial investigation of the decade, if not in all of history, wire transfers had finally been discovered and various bank accounts around the world had been frozen. Tracing all the myriad transactions was painstakingly difficult, sifting through literally thousands of records to identify suspect transfers. But with the FBI and OFAC still giving us access to the data and JKE geniuses analyzing it, our discoveries were growing by leaps and bounds. I took heart that we could discover almost all the money eventually. The simple fact was, 4.2 billion was simply too much to spend in such a short amount of time. I knew; I'd tried. Plus, Sharpley and Matthews would HAVE to be keeping a low profile to avoid discovery, which meant they couldn't be making any major purchases with their stolen loot. I was still missing 1.65 billion, and was 1.05 billion short of break-even; but with enough time, and enough manpower, we'd dig out of this hole yet. The phone rang. Cassandra, at the desk, immediately looked over at it. She recognized the caller ID and smiled, saying, "That will be Agent Farnsworth, thanking me once again for putting the JKE wizards to work on the wire transfers." I chuckled and caught the ball, trapping it against my chest and quieting down to hear what had to be said. Cassandra punched the speakerphone button, answering, "Hello, Barry." The FBI agent cut past any small talk, all-business. I rather liked that about him. "We found Ken Matthews." I sat up straight, calling out, "Where?" Despite the microphone being way over on the desk, Farnsworth heard me. "Brazil. He was trying to get plastic surgery to change his face. We're working on extradition now. But in the meantime, we've discovered four more accounts he was accessing and froze all of them. 300 million total." I smiled across the desk at Cassandra, who beamed right back. "That's great news," I told the agent. "I'll keep you posted." And then without waiting for further pleasantries, he hung up. I sagged against the backrest, whistling. "We might actually contain this thing. Nabbing Matthews might be the key to unraveling all of this. He was the one who set up all those escrow accounts, and he's the most likely to know where everything initially went. We'll be able to backtrack from there." Cassandra nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You want even better news?" I arched an eyebrow. "Better than getting the architect of this whole theft? What could be better?" Cassandra's eyes gleamed. "I found Jada Sharpley." Before I realized it, I'd jumped to my feet, taken two steps forward, and leaned over the desk. "Say that again?" She grinned, all pearly white teeth. "I found 'Jada Sharpley'. Well, 'Crystal Ward', to be precise." I remembered. Immediately after the discovery that the woman babysitting my kids was NOT the real daughter of Robert Sharpley, the investigating unit had gone into overdrive to figure out who she really was. Fingerprints of her room were taken, as well as DNA samples. And within days, we'd identified her as one Crystal Ward, 23, with an address in the Bronx. She had a record: one arrest for solicitation, five years ago. "She's a hooker?" I'd asked incredulously on the discovery. "Barely legal when she got busted, at that," Cassandra had confirmed. "But recent reports had her working at a high-end escort agency, specializing in The Girlfriend Experience. They're subpoenaing the company to try and pull records, to see if Sharpley or Matthews was ever a client." Indeed, Sharpley was. He apparently had been a regular with Crystal. And the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. But knowing where she came from didn't tell us exactly where she was now. Back in the present, I asked Cassandra, "So where IS Crystal Ward?" She grinned, still quite proud of herself. "Milwaukee." "Milwaukee?" "As in Wisconsin." "Wow." Cassandra nodded. "I've got a guy who was following up some leads for me. P.I., not FBI." "Does she have family in the area?" Cassandra shook her head. "No. FBI is already tracking her family. But there IS an old girlfriend from high school, back when her name was 'Alice Wasikowska'. She changed it to Crystal Ward after moving to Queens." I sighed and shook my head. Too many names to keep track of. "The point is: she's hiding out at this girlfriend's place." And with a dramatic flourish, Cassandra turned the monitor around, showing me photos dated this morning of the woman I knew as Jada Sharpley walking into the front door of a small one-story house. "Farnsworth know about this yet?" I asked, still scrutinizing the photos. "Not yet. I would have told him, but he hung up too fast." "Don't." "What?" "Don't tell him. Not yet. I want to see her first. Prep the plane." "Jonathan!" Cassandra jerked in surprise. "You can't go marching in there!" "Why not?" "Because ... This is an FBI investigation! You can't obstruct them!" "What, they're going to claim obstruction of justice on ME? I'm the plaintiff here. And I just want to see her." "Just see her? Are you sure?" Cassandra gave me an intent look. I grimaced. My assistant knew full well what (and more specifically: who) had caused me to go off the deep end with Olivia, and even Taylor for a brief moment. For weeks now, I'd wanted revenge. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and stated clearly: "I don't want to hurt her. I'm not going to go all crazy." "Then why?" "I have to talk to her." "You showing up could make her run. And who knows when else we'll be able to find her." "Fine. You can call Farnsworth once we arrive. He'll have that long to put together whatever agent task force or police or whatever to show up and arrest her. But I don't want to talk to her while guys with guns hover over my shoulder. And I don't want to talk to her in a holding cell." "Jonathan, why do you have to do this?" I exhaled slowly, still staring right at the photos. My lips were pinched tightly, and grimacing, I stated, "Same reason I lost my mind with Olivia. Because I have to know WHY she did it. Beyond the obvious. Why ... after all those months living with us, sharing our lives, playing with my kids ... How could she do this to us?" ------- The way my jet flew, it was only a two-and-a-half hour flight from Montauk to Milwaukee. But a lot of things happened in that short window. First off, Agent Farnsworth called to let us know that Matthews was squawking like a baby bird. Actually, it seemed like they couldn't get him to shut up, as he was so desperate to cover his ass. Matthews blamed Sharpley for orchestrating the entire heist, claiming he was forced into going along with the plan. And he was giving up every bank account and wire transfer he could think of. The FBI still didn't have a lead on Sharpley himself, but we were making significant progress to tracing all the money. But that wasn't all. "I understand you're aboard your private plane, Mr. Kwong," Farnsworth drawled with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Might I ask where you're going?" I glanced at Cassandra, who rolled her eyes. "I think you know very well where I'm going, Barry. Lemme guess. You had someone red flag us as soon as we filed a flight plan? That's a violation of NBAA privacy law." The sounds of grumbling came over the speaker. Then the agent's voice returned. "Perhaps you would care to explain WHY it is that you're going off to Milwaukee on such short notice?" "My business is none of your business, Agent Farnsworth," I replied neutrally. "Then you are stating for the record that this is a business trip, and has nothing to do with our current investigation." I sighed. "Barry, I'm not stating anything for the record. I'm a free man and I can go wherever the hell I damn please." He sighed. "Mr. Kwong, just tell me you're not doing anything stupid. Let us handle this." I didn't answer. "Miss Cooper," the agent asked almost plaintively. "Please tell me you two aren't doing anything stupid." Cassandra looked at me, gauging my reaction. Her active mind had come up with a dozen more reasons why we shouldn't be confronting Jada, or whatever her name was, without backup. At the top of the list was that we had no idea what this girl was really capable of. For all we knew she would point a handgun at my chest as soon as we showed up at the door. But I'd insisted I had to do this. Cassandra needed no convincing that I was rather obsessed with Jada Sharpley at this point. Cassandra sighed. "I'll call you again when we land, Barry. I promise." "Not good enough." "It'll have to be." And with that, Cassandra hung up the line. Another incoming call appeared on the LCD screen, our interface to the jet's communications system. At first, I was going to direct Cassandra to ignore it, believing it to be Agent Farnsworth trying to reconnect with us. But the caller ID told us it was my wife, and Cassandra quickly picked up the phone. "Johnny, it's Taylor." I could hear the trace of panic in her voice. "Honey, what's wrong?" "It's JJ. His rash is getting worse." "I thought it was going away." "It WAS. But now it's coming back and spreading to his face. I'm getting worried." "What'd the doc say?" "He said it was hives last time, and that it would go away. This, I don't know." "Get the doc back in. And if you need, take him to Schneider for a second opinion," I advised, referring to the well-regarded children's hospital in West Hampton. "Okay." "How's Joey?" "She's fine. Playing by herself, wondering where JJ went. Ashlyn's thinking to set up a playdate with the Jenners." "Do that. And let me know how things go." "I will. Love you." "Love you, too." She hung up. I looked at Cassandra, slight worry on my face. And then the phone rang AGAIN. I chuckled when I saw the caller ID. It was Rebecca Raymonde, and I hadn't heard from my personal trainer in a while. I nodded, and Cassandra once again answered the line. "Rebecca?" I asked. "Hi John! Are you traveling?" "Yes. Just taking care of some business. What's up?" "Oh, I was trying to get a hold of Taylor. She's not picking up her phone." "She was just talking to me." "That's alright. I'll call her in a minute. I just wanted to have you guys save June 13th for me. Jack and I finally set a date for the wedding!" "That's wonderful!" I enthused. "Congratulations," Cassandra chimed in. "Where did you guys finally pick?" "Well, I was thinking of doing it in your backyard, with the view and all. But with your recent financial troubles, I was worried you wouldn't have the house anymore by next June," she quipped, cracking up at the end. Rebecca knew full well that our financial situation was looking much better as we found more and more of the stolen money. The girls' networking grapevine passed along information faster than the internet. "Har, har," I drawled just as sarcastically. "Seriously, we picked the Plaza. I can't thank Taylor enough for pulling the strings to get it for us. There was no WAY people like me and Jack could have gotten the Plaza in June without her help. So I need to call her right away." "Go ahead. I'll let you go now. And congratulations again!" "Thanks!" Rebecca then giggled. "And let me know when you guys get back from your trip. Jack and I need to thank you a little more... personally." I grinned, already imagining bending the well-toned personal trainer over, grabbing onto those firm glutes, and reaming her out from behind. "Will do." "Bye." We hung up. And just out of curiosity, both Cassandra and I eyeballed the monitor in front of us, wondering if the telecom system would start chirping AGAIN. But no further calls came through, and I leaned back against my chair. A moment later, Cassandra reached her hand over, running her palm over the bulge forming in my pants. "Thinking about how Rebecca wants to thank you?" she queried. I grinned. After everything that had happened, it was nice to know I was getting some of my old sexual impulses back. It meant things were getting back to normal. "Something like that." "May I take care of it?" I sighed and looked over at my assistant. We still hadn't made love since the Tahiti trip, and I could see the longing in her eyes. But as much as I would have loved for Cassandra to kneel before me, fish out my cock, and initiate a beautiful round of glorious lovemaking, I grabbed her wrist and moved it aside. "Not now." I exhaled heavily. "I don't think I could properly enjoy it until this thing with Jada is resolved." ------- -- MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN -- Cassandra was in touch with her private investigator, who was trailing Jada/Crystal, and confirmed that she would be home when we arrived. The P.I. himself, however, was not there when we pulled up outside the house. "What if I'd wanted to meet him?" I asked my assistant. She just looked over at me and shook her head. "Believe me. It's better this way." I arched an eyebrow but nodded my agreement. Then I gestured toward the house. "You're sure she's in there?" "My guy has been watching the place since first discovering it. She's left the house only once, to pick up groceries. That's when we got the photographs. She hasn't left since. There are no other exits, unless she decides to try and jump the fence in the backyard." I nodded. "Should I call Barry now?" She already had her cell phone in hand. I took a deep breath and then exhaled. The last thing I wanted was to lose control of myself, to become the raging demon I'd been with Olivia. So I forced myself to relax, and I focused on expelling any aggression out of my system along with that exhaled air. After my breath finally gave out, and I felt as relaxed as I'd ever be, I turned and shook my head. "No." "No?" "No. No call. If you do, there'll be a police car here in less than five minutes." "Isn't that a good thing?" I shook my head. "I need more than five minutes to talk to her. The whole world knows what my plane looks like, and knows that it's parked at General Mitchell International Airport. Agent Farnsworth already knew we were going to Milwaukee. At the very least, they could track your cell phone signal if they really wanted. Relax; they'll be here soon enough." And with that, I opened the car door. Cassandra stepped out of the passenger side. After studying and practicing for the past couple of years, I'd finally gotten a driver's license. She fell into step beside me as we walked up the short sidewalk. And then doing my best to feel casual, while simultaneously expecting to see a gun barrel pointing at me, I pressed the doorbell. I had absolutely no idea how things would go from here. I didn't have a plan. While a part of me panicked that Jada would try to shoot me on sight, I simply didn't believe that would happen. I knew this girl. Whatever her past, I'd seen her play with my children, gossip with my girlfriends, and tenderly hold me as I made love to her. I wanted to believe that she would plead and beg forgiveness, saying that she was forced into betraying me and that she truly loved me and my family. At the same time, I considered that she might be a remorseless spy planted to seduce me and steal from me. While I was on that train of thought, the evil bastard in me that wanted vengeance imagined pinning down her naked, nubile body, spitting on my hand to grease up my pole, and then parting Jada's asscheeks to ravage her in punishment for her betrayal. Like you did to poor Olivia. I closed my eyes and fought the urge to start crying again. Get it together! You're just here to talk to her! Nothing would happen if she didn't open the door. I stared at the unyielding wood, the seconds ticking down in my head. I couldn't talk to Jada if she wouldn't let me in. And with Agent Farnsworth's scolding words to not do anything stupid ringing in my head, I sighed and turned to tell Cassandra to go ahead and call in the cavalry. But before I could, I heard someone move behind the door. Daylight reflected off the front lens of the peephole, preventing me from seeing if someone was looking through or not. But I stared straight at it anyways. A full minute passed. I wasn't sure if she was hoping we'd think the house was empty and just give up, or if she was still deciding what to do. I just stood there nervously with Cassandra, waiting to see what happened next. I'd come all this way in an attempt to talk to Jada, to find out what was in her head when she'd conspired to steal from me. If she opened the door, we would have that chance. If she didn't, the authorities would arrive soon and deal with her. The choice was really hers. After what felt like forever, the door locks clicked open. The door swung inward, and standing there, dressed in a cotton jumpsuit, was the woman I'd known as Jada Sharpley. "Hello, Mr. K," she said softly. Her hazel eyes darted behind me, confirming that we appeared to be alone. "Hi, Cassandra." "Hi, Jada," I replied while Cassandra simply nodded. "Or should I call you Crystal?" She deflated, leaning her weight against the open door. Biting her lip, the young woman looked away for a moment. And then without answering my question, she simply turned and waved us in. Cassandra and I entered, and Jada closed the door behind us. She slid home the locks, including a chain across the top. And with a shrug she commented, "I'd have though you'd come with an army of goons behind you." "Not my style. You know I'm not the type to travel with a huge entourage." She snorted as we arrived in the living room, really just a small 8-foot area between the door and the kitchen with a single loveseat and well-worn coffee table in front of a big screen TV. "No, just a pack of unbelievably gorgeous women." "Today it's just me and you." "And her," she added, gesturing at Cassandra as she sat down on the loveseat. I shrugged and sat down beside Jada. Cassandra remained standing. "This is between me and you," I told the young blonde. "What do you want?" "I want to know 'why'." "'Why'? Why I did it? Money, what else?" "How much did Sharpley offer you?" The young blonde looked at her hands, nervously rubbing her left thumb. She mumbled quietly, "Not enough." She looked pensive and turned her gaze away, clearly in thought. I waited her out, and after a moment, she looked up at me guiltily. "Exactly how much do you know about my past?" I arched an eyebrow and turned my gaze to Cassandra. My assistant took a step forward and reported, "We pulled your criminal record. Solicitation at eighteen. Diamond Empress escort agency beginning two years ago. Bob Sharpley was apparently a frequent client." The cornered young woman sagged even more, looking for all the world like she wished she could disappear into the couch. Biting her lower lip, she mumbled quietly, "Yes he was. I was his favorite." Nothing more was said. I was bursting inside with questions, but didn't want to press her just yet. Years of doing negotiations had taught me that if I directed the conversation, asking too many questions, I wouldn't get all the information I could. So I waited her out, letting her tell me what she wanted for now. The girl was quiet for another few moments, then sniffled and looked up at me with red- rimmed eyes. "My life has been shit, alright? Someone like you could never understand what I had to go through growing up. I did what I needed to survive, alright?" "I don't doubt that," I said quietly, my eyes staying wary as I watched her. "I liked being 'Jada', Mr. K. I love your kids. I like your whole family. I'd heard the rumors about the harem you'd collected at that big house. I'd watched the clips on ET and Celebrity Sightings. And believe me, I knew plenty of other rich men who used women as their playthings." I frowned, momentarily hurt to be lumped in with the rest of Jada's escort clients. She caught the look at briefly smiled. "No, not you. You weren't like them. You were nice. You kept your hands off all your other employees. I still can't believe you weren't boinking Olivia. That girl is sooo hot for you and would spread her legs at any moment if you only asked. Did you know that?" I grimaced, thinking of the young maid. The news channels still hadn't revealed her name. Jada now rolled her eyes in annoyance. "And I can't believe it took me a full MONTH to seduce you. Wounded my self-esteem a bit, there. Thought I was better than that." There was a note of humor in her voice, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased. But then the dark clouds rolled in above her head, and her face darkened once again. "I liked being 'Jada', but it wasn't real. I'm just Crystal. And the term 'escort' is just a nice way of saying I fuck for money. That's all my life has become. I'm a goddamned whore." Crystal exhaled slowly, looking ready to cry. "But I never thought I'd become a thief. After my dad abandoned us, my mama taught me that the one thing I couldn't do was steal. She'd turned a trick or three in her life. Wasn't proud of it. But she said that at least she'd earned that money. She worked hard her whole life. Everything she had she got because she deserved it, fair and square. She never stole anything from anybody, and she respected herself because of it." Cassandra had started forward, a cool look in her blue eyes. But I was in there first, unable to resist asking roughly, "So why did you do it then?" Crystal turned to me, a haunted look in her soft hazel eyes. "Bob promised that he would take me with him! He said he loved me, that he wanted to run away with me. He had this brilliant opportunity to make a big pile of money and retire to some tropical island and live the good life, you know? And he promised he would take me with him. It was my chance, don't you see? For a better life. No more whoring myself out to anyone with enough cash to rent my body. I would sway in a hammock hanging from a palm tree with a man who loved me while sipping mai tais!" I sighed, pointedly looking at her. "But he didn't take you with him." Crystal's lower lip quivered. Tears streamed down her cheeks. And she whimpered, "He didn't. A few days after you guys left on your vacation, Bob told me to go to JFK. Tickets would be waiting for me. Only they weren't. I called his cell. No answer. I went to his house. No one there. I didn't have any choice except to go back to my old apartment. There, I found the hundred grand in cash he'd promised me, along with a note that just said, 'Sorry'." Crystal started crying, reaching out to grab my hands and lean against my side. And she kept blubbering. "Then the news broke about how he'd swiped four billion dollars from you." "Swiped it because YOU stole from me," I said quietly, still remembering the sheer panic and mental anguish of that day when I found out all the escrow accounts had been siphoned off. "No! No! That's not how it happened!" "It's the only way Sharpley could have pulled it off," I stated angrily, shaking her off my arm. "You stole documents, account numbers, passwords, all SORTS of things from my office." She whimpered and looked down. "It wasn't supposed to be stealing. I didn't actually steal your documents. I just ... ah ... well ... I copied them. And it wasn't supposed to happen this way. Bob just said you had insider information on what was going to happen in the stock market. Some company or another was going to go into the tank, and he was going to sell everything short or some such mumbo jumbo that was going to make millions! There wasn't supposed to be anything really criminal about it! You cheat the system all the time, he told me. He just wanted a piece of that action. I didn't know he was going to STEAL from you!" "But he did!" "I didn't KNOW!" Crystal whined, now clutching my arm. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" "Sorry doesn't change the fact that you came to my house under false pretenses. You seduced me to catch me off guard. And then you stole crucial financial documents that allowed Bob Sharpley to disappear with FOUR BILLION DOLLARS!" "I never would have done it if I'd known!" Crystal pleaded. "I've watched the news. This could have bankrupted you! I couldn't have done that to JJ and Joey!" I was ready to yell right back, but checked myself. Crystal looked so pitiful, her eyes red and tears flowing, that I bit down any further recriminations. I was a softie inside, and I couldn't bear to keep yelling at her. For the same reasons why I'd wanted to so personally sit down and talk to the young woman — because I'd slept with her — I now found that I couldn't well and truly hate her for what she'd done. She seemed to sense the shift in my attitude, and quickly grabbed my knees while looking up at me imploringly. "Please, Mr. K. Please don't turn me in. My life is a mess as it is. I don't know where Bob went. I don't know anything more about this whole scandal. All I know is that I'm wanted by the police and the FBI, and my life as I knew it is over. I can't ever go back home. I'm hiding out here, scared of my own shadow. If the news reports are right, you've found most of the money already. I'll ... I'll even pay back everything Bob gave me." She said that last part hesitantly, wincing over the idea of handing over the money. "I ... I don't have it all. I had to spend about six grand just getting here and getting myself a new identity. But I still have almost 94 thousand that I think is yours. I'll give it back. Just please don't send me to jail." The young girl seemed to shrink even further. Her eyes were downcast, and she wrung her hands together in obvious anxiety. Really, I didn't need her money. What was 94 thousand amongst four billion? As long as most of my money was coming back, I could weather the rest of the losses. And looking at her, I just didn't have the heart to ask Crystal to hand over what little she had left. Besides, I had no proof that the hundred thousand that Sharpley paid her with was my money. In fact, it was most likely that the cash was Sharpley's, put in Crystal's apartment before he could get out of country. Crystal was just a pawn, caught in this tangled web that Sharpley had weaved to swindle me. With a background like hers, she was just a 23-year-old hoping for a better life. Not all of us had inherited billions from an unknown father. I KNEW her. I knew Crystal's... Jada's ... heart. She wasn't a bad person. No truly bad person could love my children the way she had these past months. And I liked to think that being intimate with someone, the way I had been with her, had given me some insight into her soul. "You don't have to give me that money, Jada," I said warmly. "Clearly, you need it more than I-" "Jonathan," Cassandra cut me off, striding forward. "Don't believe her." Jada quailed and looked up fearfully at my imposing Amazonian assistant. Cassandra towered over her, looking grim, and snapped, "She's lying to you." "What?" I chirped in surprise. Cassandra just folded her arms across her chest. "You tell a nice story, miss. Really tugs at the heartstrings," she drawled in that Aussie accent. "But I wonder how much of it is true." "It's ALL true!" Crystal insisted. "Your father did not abandon your mother, Alice. And I doubt your mother ever turned a trick in her life. They're still together, living a nice life in Poughkeepsie," Cassandra stated smugly. "Your father is an IBM manager. Your mother is President of the local Garden Club. And they disowned you at sixteen when you were busted for a third time on cocaine possession, Miss Wasikowska." Crystal's jaw dropped. Mine did, too. "When you asked what we knew about you, you only let me explain your adult criminal record. You didn't give me time enough to explain that we also found your juvenile record." Crystal bolted. No really. One second, I was sitting there with my lower teeth on the floor and Cassandra looming over the both of us. The next second, the young blonde was off the couch and racing out of the room. Cassandra turned and almost grabbed her, but not quite. And then the two of us were in hot pursuit. It was a short chase. Crystal only ran into the kitchen, where she yanked open a drawer and pulled out a black handgun. Cassandra and I skidded to a stop just as Crystal swung around, the business end of the Beretta pointed right at my face. Well, I HAD sorta of been expecting to find a gun barrel aimed in my direction sometime on this trip. "Back off!" Crystal barked loudly, handling the weapon with what looked like practiced ease. "Crystal, wait a second," I began slowly. "We can talk about this." But Cassandra wasn't about to talk. She'd come to a stop only a few feet from the gun-wielding woman. And without waiting even a second, her left hand shot out, gripping Crystal's wrist and pushing it back. The gun went off. My left ear rang with the close range report of the weapon as I ducked to my right out of the way. But I needn't have bothered. Cassandra had easily shifted Crystal's aim, and the bullet itself went harmlessly into the ceiling about six feet to my side. I briefly looked at the chunk of drywall gouged out of the ceiling above my head and to my left, then immediately returned my gaze to the women before me. Crystal was flat on her back, the gun having skidded several feet across the floor out of her reach. Cassandra was more or less on top of her, pinning the much smaller woman down. And as I looked over, I was just in time to see Cassandra's right fist fly straight down to bash into the side of Crystal's head. "Unnk," Crystal grunted with the impact, her body momentarily going limp. A second later, she stiffened back up and appeared ready to fight back. But by then, I'd gotten to the gun myself. "Stop," I ordered, raising the weapon unsteadily in my hand. Both women immediately ceased their struggling and looked over at me, specifically at the black hunk of metal in my hands. And then their eyes darted behind me as the sounds of squealing tires and police sirens were heard just outside the front door. ------- "I thought I told you two not to do anything stupid," Agent Farnsworth grumbled over the speaker of Cassandra's Blackberry. She and I were standing next to our car, having finally been able to pull ourselves away from the police. The cops still wanted us to go downtown to make our statements, but several threats from Cassandra and a call to Agent Farnsworth put the kibosh on that idea. Jada, err, Crystal (or even Alice if you want) was long gone. She'd surrendered without a fight once the cops bashed down the front door. And as they'd frog-marched her out with her hands cuffed behind her back, I couldn't muster up much sympathy. I'd felt for the girl, and allowed her some level of consideration because we'd been sexually intimate. But I felt played, not only by her posing as Jada Sharpley to become my babysitter, but also by the story she'd given me not a half-hour ago. Maybe some of it was true, and she was just a pawn in Bob Sharpley's deceit. Maybe not. Putting a gun in my face hadn't done much to get me to believe in her anymore. And from now on, I was going to let the law enforcement authorities deal with her. I was a finance geek, not James Bond. I remained silent and let Cassandra do the talking with Barry Farnsworth. She was much better at handling the FBI Agent, and I suspected the man had something of a crush on my beautiful assistant. She got him to stop complaining and leave us alone, though he promised to visit us for more questioning once we got back to Montauk. He still wanted a debriefing on what information we'd gotten from Crystal about Sharpley. When Cassandra hung up, she exhaled and leaned forward, bracing herself against the side of the car. "That WAS pretty stupid," I said quietly. "Attacking someone holding a gun. But then, I didn't know you had jujitsu training." That put a little smile on Cassandra's face. "Jujitsu? Hardly. Rebecca gave me a few pointers in self-defense, but that's it." "Then why did you do it?" Cassandra blinked and stared at me with open sky blue eyes. "I couldn't let her hurt you," she said softly. Her voice went straight to my heart, and I quickly enveloped her in a bear hug. "Thank you," I replied in just as heartfelt a voice. "You're incredible, you know that?" She sighed and sagged into my embrace. "Yeah..." she mumbled, just relishing the touch of our bodies pressed together. "It's my fault. I never should have gone in there without some kind of backup. It was a stupid, stupid idea." "Yeah..." Cassandra nodded, still holding onto me. "REALLY stupid. But very you. That's why I'm going to have to watch who you get involved with a little better. Short-term flings here and there with Taylor's model friends are no big deal. But I'm going to keep a better watch on any girls you can develop a relationship with. Once they're in, you let your emotions get the best of you." "Is that so wrong?" "Not wrong. Just dangerous. And this one is MY fault. I'm the one who told you Jada didn't have any ulterior motives when I first interviewed her. I HAVE to be better, so that this never happens again." I nodded. But then I picked my head up and looked straight at my assistant. I held her face in my hands and then kissed her tenderly. "I have to be better. This was MY decision, and it's MY life, and therefore MY responsibility. In this case, my fuckup put YOU in danger. And only your quick actions got us out of it. Thank you, Cassandra." She heard the sincerity in my voice, and beamed back at me. "You're welcome, Jonathan." I felt my heart flutter at the sound of my name. There was something in the way Cassandra said it, a tone she used very rarely. It wasn't respectful, like an assistant to her employer. It wasn't lustful, like a young woman lost in her fantasy. It was ... equal. For a few seconds, Cassandra was simply my partner, the person who had shared this scary and unique experience with me. "You know, we didn't play around at all on the flight over here," I commented. "That's not common for a two-hour-plus flight." "No, it isn't," she chuckled, a twinkle coming into her eye. "Then let's go home. And on the trip back, I intend to thank you very much for everything you've done for me today." Cassandra grinned at me, her eyes now sparkling. Again, we hadn't made love since Tahiti, and all of a sudden, my assistant was in a really big hurry. She quickly fished the car keys out of my pocket and head-nodded me to the passenger side. "Hurry, hurry up! Let's go!" I hustled around and opened the door, dropping into my seat just as Cassandra put the key into the ignition. We grinned at each other, both of us feeling the hormone rush. Thirty minutes ago, a desperate woman had pointed a loaded gun at me. Thirty minutes ago, we both could possibly have died. And right now, neither of us wanted anything more than to get aboard the jet so we could rip our clothes off and embrace the passion of life. But my phone rang. Cassandra froze before turning over the starter, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at my pocket. All business calls went through Cassandra. There were only five numbers that my phone would even accept for an incoming call: the house, Cassandra, Charlotte, Ashlyn, and Taylor. This one was from Ashlyn. I quickly answered it and put the phone on speaker. "Hello?" "Johnny!!!" Ashlyn screamed, clearly panicked. "Honey? What's wrong?" "Umm ... Ohmigod, Johnny..." Ashlyn wailed, and then broke down into heaving sobs on the other end of the line. "Ashlyn. What's wrong?" I repeated more insistently. "There's been an accident. Taylor's badly hurt." "Oh, SHIT." "But Johnny ... Johnny..." Ashlyn sobbed. "JJ's dead!" ------- Chapter 4: Manhattan -- JUNE (PRESENT DAY), ATHENS, GREECE -- "Jonathan, you were a lot harder to find than I thought." I felt my whole world rocked as I recognized the voice. Perhaps it was the yacht. Even tied up at its berth, the boat swayed gently on the harbor waves. But the point is, my entire sense of balance went off-kilter as Cassandra called my real name. I hadn't seen her in three months, and as I jerked my head around to her in surprise, I was awestruck by her beauty and reminded of the very first time I'd ever seen her. She was tall, easily my height and even a little taller in her heels. She was devastatingly attractive, with sky blue eyes that now sparkled as she approached me. And I felt my heart fill up with nostalgic love as I remembered just how special she had truly been to me. Unfortunately, the mere sight of her also reminded me of all my recent tragedy. I remembered getting the news that Sharpley and Matthews had absconded with over four billion dollars of my money. I remembered Crystal Ward pointing a gun at my face. And I remembered Ashlyn wailing in anguish over the phone that Taylor was in the hospital and that my only son was dead. I didn't want to remember. JJ's death had destroyed my family. Taylor survived, but had her breakdown. Ashlyn had needed to get away from the situation, taking Joey with her. And even though Cassandra had done her very best to keep me sane, I'd finally cracked myself and simply run away from it all. For almost three months, I had escaped the trials and tribulations of being Jonathan Kwong, Billionaire. Tom Eriksen was a billionaire, too. But Tom Eriksen didn't have any of the attachments or burdens that weighed Jonathan down. Tom could just party, drink, and screw every nubile chick he could get his hands on. And even though just a few hours ago I'd decided I needed to go back to America, to get back my wife, my girlfriend, and my daughter, this fresh reminder of Jonathan's pain made me want to retreat inside of Tom Eriksen once again. But it wasn't up to me anymore. Cassandra had found me. The game was over, wasn't it? I nodded to her and greeted in resignation, "Hi, Cassandra." "That was clever, Jonathan," she stated in that alluring Aussie accent as she walked up and came to a stop a few feet away from me, her heels clacking on the yacht's deck. "I spent a month trying to find whatever new shell company you'd created to withdraw from your accounts before finally realizing you were using an existing shell company. A week ago I tracked you down to Mykonos. But it wasn't until new credit card charges showed up in Athens that I finally caught up to you here." I shrugged. "You still found me." "You knew I would eventually." I sighed and nodded. Up until this point, Vivienne was still standing in my arms. She'd watched this little exchange in wide-eyed surprise. But as Cassandra and I went silent for a moment, she piped up, "Tohm, why is she calling you Jonathan?" I took a deep breath and pulled myself away from Vivienne's grasp, stating, "It's my real name. I told you that you don't really know me." "And ... who is this woman?" Vivienne asked warily, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Cassandra. She also took a step back, pulling herself out of my arms. "Is this your wife?" she added fearfully. Cassandra chuckled, drawing the French girl's attention. I looked back and forth between the two of them, watching them size each other up. Cassandra, as she was wont to do in a situation like this, drew herself to her full six-foot height and looked down imperiously at the younger girl. Dressed in a formal business suit and perched on heels, she was even more imposing. Cassandra the Amazon had cowed more than one woman around me through simple physical intimidation. Vivienne, at 5'9", was not a small woman herself. At first, the dirty-blonde French beauty stiffened her spine and proudly thrust out her chest, demanding her own respect. But she turned to look at me when I started chuckling over the two women having their showdown. And Vivienne further relaxed when I shook my head and answered, "No. This is Cassandra Cooper, my personal assistant." Vivienne looked over at the tall blonde again, and I caught Evania standing just a bit further away, also gawking at us in surprise. I needed to make introductions all around, so looking at my assistant, I gestured and said, "Cassandra, allow me to introduce Vivienne Bourgoin, visiting here on holiday. That is Evania Koteas, my valet here in Europe." And I finished by gesturing to myself while looking at Vivienne and Evania, "And my name is Jonathan Kwong." Vivienne just frowned. Clearly, the name meant nothing to her. Evania paused, looking at me carefully with her eyebrows furrowed. But behind me, the Captain of the yacht swore something in Greek and then promptly fainted away, his slightly overweight body dropping flat on the deck with a meaty thud. Cassandra smirked at me while glancing back at the Captain, unconscious with two of his crew kneeling down to attend to him. "Guess you've had an interesting few months." ------- Wanting to get a little privacy, the three women and I settled into the main lounge of the yacht. Vivienne was still visibly wary of me, and before anything else was really said, I offered, "We can still get you to the airport, my dear." Immediately, Vivienne's expression hardened and she glared at me. "Your name does not change anything. I still love you and I want to stay with you." I sighed and Cassandra shot me a look. I glanced over at her with my own look that said, 'I'll explain', and she settled down. Evania remained quiet, but was quite focused on me. Taking a deep breath, I addressed first Vivienne and Evania, saying, "Everything I told you, except for my name, is true. I'm 32. I'm American. My mother is Chinese from Hong Kong. And I am a fairly wealthy man." "You are a famous American billionaire," Evania now put in. "I still don't recognize the face, but I have heard of the name. Why are you here?" I exhaled and looked at my hands, which were clasped together on top of the table. "I was running away from my life." "You said your wife left you," Vivienne stated. "She did." "Why?" I closed my eyes and fought back the urge to cry. Even though JJ had died last October, the wound still felt fresh. Cassandra picked up on my mood and reached over to rub my shoulder with quite the familiar touch. Both Vivienne and Evania noticed and stiffened a bit. "It doesn't matter," I said finally. The girls let it drop. I took another deep breath and then looked at Cassandra. "Your timing is perfect. I was just making arrangements to go back." My gorgeous blonde assistant smiled. "You're coming home?" I nodded, looking down. I had no plan, no idea how I would put the pieces of my life back together. But I knew I would have to begin by returning to New York. Cassandra smiled but then arched her eyebrows at the two younger European girls across the table from us. I sighed and gestured. "For the past few months, Evania has been doing an admirable job taking your place." Cassandra's eyebrows went up and I immediately added, "Similar, but different. No one could ever replace you." I then had to look straight at Evania and state, "You've been incredible. I always knew Cassandra would be in America, and my offer still stands. I'd like you to come back with me." Evania took a deep breath, glanced at Cassandra, and then nodded. "I do not wish to leave you," she stated sincerely. "What about me?" Vivienne pouted. I exhaled. "I still think you belong in France, my dear." "Let ME decide where I belong," she huffed indignantly. "And I want to be with YOU." I shook my head. "I'm not what you're looking for. I'm older, married, and I've got emotional problems. I won't be able to spend any time trying to make you happy or show you America. And I don't need another girlfriend, Vivienne." "Then I will work for you, like Evania," Vivienne insisted. "I have some skills... Please. I will do anything for you!" I held my temples with my fingertips, rubbing slowly. I was getting tired of this runaround and a big part of me just wanted to physically lift Vivienne and dump her in a cab with orders to go to the airport. The other part of me wanted to physically lift her up and plant her face-down on a bed so I could grab her asscheeks, spread them wide, and have my way with her until this tension had boiled out of me. She seemed to get my mood and pressed her case. "I won't leave. Even if you send me to the airport, I won't leave. I will come back here and do everything I can to find you. I will fly to America. And if you are this famous man, people will know how to find you." I exhaled. "To what end? I'm going back to my wife." "Then I will be your mistress," she shot back. I winced at the term, and Vivienne noticed. Meekly, she added, "Or whatever you choose me to be. Please. I beg you. Do not send me away." Vivienne started giving me those big doe eyes, the soft brown irises doing a better job of pleading her case than all of her verbal arguments. And like it or not, practical or not, the young French girl had become very, very special to me over these past few days. I simply didn't have it in me to abandon her. So exhaling slowly, I turned and looked to Cassandra, who was eyeing me curiously. And shrugging, I simply asked, "Did you bring the jet?" ------- It had been interesting to watch the girls jockey for position as we disembarked the boat and started loading Cassandra's hired Bentley Continental Flying Spur. I simply moved myself to the rear left passenger seat, dropped in, and let the boat crew load us up. Cassandra hopped in on the other side and then after a moment's thought to count up the number of guests, she smirked and slid herself over to the middle seat. It was a tight fit for the six-foot Amazon, but it put her in the only spot beside me. But rather than sit up front with the driver or take the right passenger seat, Vivienne actually came around to my side, opened the door, and whimpered at me like a lost puppy. I took one look at her pretty face and simply melted. Chuckling to myself, I shook my head in disbelief and then gestured for Cassandra to slide over to the right. So I ended up in the middle seat. Vivienne happily hopped in next to me, wrapping herself around my left arm. And Evania supervised the loading before moving up and settling in next to the driver. If my Greek valet seemed put out after spending the last few months as my right arm, she didn't show it. Indeed, for now she was in her element, doing everything she could to take care of our arrangements and supervise all our attendants to smooth out our transfer. Surprisingly, Cassandra didn't assert herself to take over, the way she usually dominated all of my operational affairs. Though my longtime assistant was more than capable of getting us around Europe, Greece was still Evania's home, and as we moved from parking lot to highway to airport and eventually the private hangar, Cassandra let the native girl handle almost all the liaison work with the various Greek transit officials. Instead, she focused on me. And in fact, if I didn't know better, Cassandra seemed to actually be fawning over me, like a loving girlfriend instead of an assistant. Once we boarded the plane and after I took a seat, Cassandra immediately moved beside me, dropping her hand onto my leg. She simply moved as she always had, as if she knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. The other two girls would not have been able to cut her off if they tried, and indeed, Vivienne bit her lip before quickly moving to the pair of seats across the table from us, with Evania joining her as well. The two European girls then started looking at each other before looking around the private jet. From both their wide-eyed looks, neither of them had ever been aboard one. And when the jet's engines roared to life, both girls squeaked and held each other's hand. Though they'd only met five days ago, they still knew each other better than Cassandra. And the pair of them seemed to be bonding over their own awe and nervousness at what was going on. In a matter of minutes, we would be departing to take the two girls far, far away from home, and already they were leaning on each other for support. Everyone was quiet through the takeoff. The girls were staring out the windows, watching the world shrink away as we ascended higher and higher into the air. Cassandra seemed lost in her own thoughts, although she slipped her arm around mine, holding onto me possessively in a way that made me think she never wanted to let go. It was an unusual display of emotion for her, especially in front of the others. And although she'd typically been aloof when it came to my flirtations with other women, I thought that Cassandra had been going out of her way to establish a dominant position in front of the two newcomers. Then again, from the way her eyes focused on me, I got the distinct impression that Cassandra simply missed me these past three months. It was, by far, the longest we'd ever been apart. And the strain of being away from me, unable to find me, had put cracks in her usually calm and collected demeanor. Once the plane leveled off, our stewardess came by to ask if we wanted any drinks or snacks. We all ordered something, and then the European girls turned their attention across the table to me. Evania looked like she had things she wanted to ask, although her docile nature prevented her from voicing them right now. Vivienne, on the other hand, had no such restraint. "Where are we going, exactly?" she asked. "To my home. It's in Montauk, not too far from New York City." "Where is your wife?" I arched a questioning eyebrow at Cassandra. "Still at Promises," my assistant confirmed to me. "She's doing better. But her doctors told me she relapsed last week." "How did she get the-?" I bit my lip and frowned. "Nevermind. I don't want to know." The girls looked at my quizzically, but I just shook my head as I returned my attention to them. "It's a long story. But she's in Malibu, California." "And you intend to go to her?" Vivienne asked. "When I'm ready, yes." "Can I come with you?" I frowned. "Not on that trip, I don't think." Vivienne frowned. She was thoughtful for a moment before asking, "Do you need to hide me from her?" "No." I shook my head. "You wouldn't be the first girlfriend outside of my marriage." "Then I am your girlfriend?" she asked with a note of hope in her voice. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Why did I bring her? Vivienne was an extra complication I really didn't need right now. But at the same time, I knew I would have been in even more emotional pain if I'd left her behind. The girl was clearly infatuated with me, and she had been doing much to make me happy. Besides, I really enjoyed her presence, and I also felt I owed her something after quite literally "using" her and her friends for the past week. But to have her as a full-fledged girlfriend? With all the public scrutiny, dating, and all that? I didn't know that I had enough time or energy to devote to something like that. Already, I hadn't had the heart to just abandon her in Athens, so I was stuck with her now. But if she quickly became disillusioned with this little trip and expressed a desire to return to France, while I'd miss her, another part of me would appreciate having one less thing to worry about. "I don't know yet," I finally replied. "You are my guest. We'll have to wait and see about anything else, okay?" It wasn't the answer she was looking for, but Vivienne bit her lip and nodded. In a quieter voice, Evania spoke up. "And what about me?" I arched an eyebrow and turned my attention to the exotic-looking brunette. Evania glanced at Cassandra, her dark-eyes wavering. "I'd thought I could still serve you, Mr. Erik ... uh, Mr. Kwong. It has been my life's pleasure to make arrangements and organize activities and do all these things for you. But ... you clearly already have someone to do these things for you." Evania gestured to the plane around us. "I want to be with you, sir. But honestly, I don't know how effective I can be for you in America." I felt for her. Evania was torn between her desire to serve me and her own feelings of inadequacy. And on impulse, I reached across the table, opening my hand to hers. She reached out and took it, calming visibly when I squeezed her hand. "What we have shared is not love. But there will always be a place for you with me if you want it," I stated firmly. The lovely Greek girl gave me a hopeful smile. After those two short discussions about roles and security for the two younger girls, it was Cassandra's turn to squeeze my arm again. But rather than talk openly in front of Vivienne and Evania, my assistant just looked at me with those expressive sky blue eyes, asking for privacy. Nodding, I looked across the table and said, "Vivienne, Evania, I will be expecting the two of you to help each other get adjusted to this new life. I realize you did not know each other a week ago, but you have gotten along well these past few days. Neither of you is a rival to the other; I enjoy the company of you both, for different reasons. And there will be times over the next few days and weeks that it would be good to have someone for support. Can you do that for each other? Can you do that for me?" The girls were still holding hands, and they squeezed them together firmly. Smiling and nodding to each other, they said, "Yes". (Well, Vivienne chirped "Oui!") I just smiled at them and then gestured for my assistant to get up. "Cassandra and I have many things we need to discuss. We have not seen each other in a long time, and I must put many affairs back in order. Please excuse us." The girls just nodded, and then Cassandra led me to the private bedroom at the back of the jet. My mind raced through a million things that needed to be resolved, ranging from the all the business deals I'd missed at JKE, to the household and its staff, to Ashlyn and our daughter, and of course, Taylor in Malibu. But Cassandra was a little more direct in telling me what she wanted to resolve. The instant the door closed, she grabbed the front of my shirt and physically yanked me on top of her as she fell backwards across the bed. And then holding my cheeks in her hands, my ravishing blonde assistant breathed huskily, "Make love to me, Jonathan. I've missed you so much." ------- Given that we hadn't made love in more than three months, I was surprised at how unhurried Cassandra and I felt. More to the point, Cassandra hadn't had any sex since we were last together, not even from another girl. I didn't know that at the time, but if I had, I would have been even more in awe at her level of self-control. I suppose it made sense: Cassandra had always valued the intimacy between us more than the physical act itself. She was a part of me, more than just assistant or lover or friend. For as long as we'd been together, these three months notwithstanding, there had been zero secrets between us. Work, Family, Finance, Social: Cassandra was always by my side. Indeed, she knew more about me, and shared more of my life with me, than anyone else on the planet. So she took her time undressing me, her sterling blue eyes focusing intensely as each layer of clothing was removed from my body. When she was done with my top, she rolled us over and went to work on my bottoms. And after stripping me bare, she sat up and coolly slipped her own clothes off as well. Cassandra's industrial-strength bra was the last article to go, freeing her magnificently large round tits. The big reveal had the desired effect on my lower anatomy, and I was hard as a rock before she took me in her hand. And holding onto that throbbing tool of pleasure, the gorgeous bombshell bent over to give me a tender kiss. "I love you, Jonathan," she stated plainly, though passionately. "I love you, too," I replied, with the same heartfelt tone in my voice. Even as I'd gone on my little break from reality, my break from my old life, I'd known Cassandra would never stop searching for me. And I'd known that when she eventually found me, she would resume our relationship as if we'd never been parted. She was my constant. I barely felt her torso gliding up my body. We were kissing and then after a single blink, her knees were on either side of my hips as her neatly-trimmed blonde crotch settled over my waving prick. I looked up, admiring the body of a goddess. She was the same age as me, 32, and as physically fit as she'd been at 27 when we first met. She was a six-foot Amazonian babe who was intimidating in a business suit and mind-blowing buck naked. It was my mind being blown as she settled herself into position. And with practiced ease despite the long time apart, she slipped me into her wet folds. When we first came into the room, she'd asked me to make love to her. As it was, she made love to me. Her body rocked and rolled atop me at a slow, deliberate pace. She pulled my hands to her breasts, directing me to knead them, pinch them... enjoy them ... as I wanted. And meanwhile, her hands were on my chest, my arms, and on my face as she stared deeply into my eyes, using her body to shower me with intense pleasure. But it wasn't all just for me. I knew Cassandra was enjoying herself just as much. There was something so passionately erotic about the way she bit her lip and closed her eyes while moaning out my name. Indeed, every crooned, "Jonathan..." made me believe she'd been fantasizing about this moment every night for three months; and she was simply in seventh heaven that her fantasy was finally coming true. And when her eyes opened back up, there was fire in her irises as she stared right at me, humping herself urgently as she whimpered and cried her way to her first orgasm. "Yes! YES! YES!!!" Cassandra had sped up the pace with those final orgasmic thrusts. She went still as the climax hit her, but I moved my grip to her hips and lunged myself upward, pistoning my cock in and out of her wet snatch to enhance her pleasure. And when she started coming down, I quickly rolled us over, holding onto my assistant's ass to keep us joined together as I moved us into a missionary position and started pounding away. "Fuck me, Jonathan!" Cassandra cried. "Please... fuck me! Oh I missed you so much. Do you know how much? Do you know how much it hurt to be away from you?" she whimpered. "I'm sorry," I began, slowing down just a bit "Don't stop!" she urged quickly, gasping for breath. "It doesn't matter. Just fuck me right now, Jonathan. Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was fucking her, ramming my cock to the hilt on every stroke. I ducked my head down to smother my face in her cleavage, nipping and sucking at those wonderful globes of heaven. And she raised her legs up, crossing her ankles behind my ass while moving her hands to hold the sides of my shoulders. "More! I need it! I NEED YOU! Fuck, fuck, fuck ... Fuck me, Jonathan! Don't. Ever. Stop. Fucking. MEEEEE!" It had taken more than fifteen minutes of Cassandra undulating atop me to achieve that first orgasm. But now that we'd gotten that out of the way, any restraint was tossed aside as I hammered her body beneath me and she clawed and thrashed herself right back. "FUUUCK! FUCKME-FUCKME-FUCKME!" The private bedroom was well- insulated, but Cassandra screamed loud enough that I was sure the pilots could hear us. "HARDER, JONATHAN! HARDER!" It didn't take long. "Jonathan! Jonathan! JONATHAN!!!" Cassandra shrieked her head off with the last repetition of my name. Her back arched and her legs tightened around my ass, pulling our crotches as close together as humanly possible while her orgasm detonated and sent her body into undulating waves of pleasure. I slid my hands beneath her back and then up to grip her shoulders; and I squeezed tighter in response to the blissful sensations of her pussy milking my cock for its creamy load. I couldn't move my hips Cassandra was holding me so tight; but I tried lunging my weight forward anyways, pushing my cock an extra quarter-inch into her tunnel as the pussy-milking brought me all the way to orgasm. And I answered the blonde bombshell's scream with a howl of my own, bellowing, "CASSANDRA!" as I unloaded both barrels of spunk, blasting what felt like gallons of cum straight into the back of her womb. "JONATHAN!" she screamed even louder as she felt my spending. "CASSANDRA!" I yelled in response, firing even more. Load after load of creamy goodness poured out of me and filled my sexy assistant's pussy, so much that I could feel it leaking out from around our joining. What felt like hours later, our bodies crashed back down to the mattress with a weighted thump, no more sounds except for heavy breathing as we both fought for air. Cassandra's hands, which up until now had been gripping my biceps just to hang on as I fucked the shit out of her, slid up my shoulders then neck before cradling my head. "Ohhh, Jonathan..." Cassandra crooned. "I've missed you..." I'd missed her too. But the words sounded hollow in my throat. I'd only missed Cassandra because of my own actions. I'd picked up and run away without her, knowing full well she would have followed me anywhere. I'd even developed a replacement of sorts in Evania. So instead, I replied again, "I'm sorry." "Don't ever leave me again..." she pleaded, moisture forming in her eyes. Cassandra didn't cry. Sure, I might have seen her do it once or twice, but her control was so rigid that she really, really didn't cry. And to see her so fragile in this moment tore at my heartstrings. I sighed, feeling great regret at this moment over that particular choice. Though she would always be a strong link to my past, she herself was never a part of the tragedy. I buried my face into the pillow and groaned, "Cassandra, I am SO, so sorry..." Since my head was on the pillow, my face turned away from her, I couldn't see the expression on Cassandra's face. Still, I heard the hitch in her breathing as well as felt the momentary tension in her hands. But after taking a deep breath, she relaxed and then stated rather calmly, "It's okay. I understand." "Still ... I'm sorry. I should have taken you with me." Cassandra was quiet for a long moment after that. We just lay there together, breathing deeply while my heavy weight settled onto Cassandra's naked body. She didn't mind; she could handle it. And she stroked my spine absentmindedly while she processed her own thoughts. "I understand," she began at last, a minute or two later, once again in control of her emotions. But even though she wasn't scared anymore, she was still a little angry. "I'll admit: I hated being apart from you. I HATED it." I winced at the venom in her voice. A part of her was angry with me for abandoning her, especially after she'd devoted so much of herself to me and to my family. But she exhaled and added, "But I understood. Personally, I would rather have been with you. But I don't blame you. Too much was going on back home. There were too many pressures. And you were cracking under the strain." "I did crack," I murmured. "Not quite. You got out before that happened." I chuckled. "I went a little crazy. I left my wife, left my girlfriend, left my daughter, and left you. I flew halfway around the world, changed my hair, grew a goatee, and even changed my name. I tried to forget about Jonathan Kwong and tried to start over with a completely different life. I cracked." "You escaped. You needed to. Remember, after Taylor checked into rehab, I was the one who told you to take a break." I exhaled. "You meant a vacation to Bali ... WITH you." Cassandra chuckled but then sighed. "I like to tell myself I know you better than you know yourself. But even I underestimated how badly you were hurt after JJ." I winced at the name "JJ". They were two simple letters, innocuous and plain. But the mere mention of them sent a cold shiver down my spine. I thought of Taylor, curled up in a fetal position and sobbing on cold linoleum. I knew she would never fully heal. Even if she got out of rehab, my wife would never be the same woman she was before. "I'm sorry," Cassandra said apologetically. She was nuzzling the side of my head with her nose and rubbing my scalp. "I didn't realize the name would still hurt you this much. When you said you were already making plans to come home, I thought you'd-" "I'm fine," I interrupted. "You're not fine, Jonathan." "I'll be fine when I get Taylor back." Only now did I push myself off of Cassandra's chest, reaching up with one hand to brush the sweaty blonde locks off her forehead. Cassandra sighed and held my face in her hands. "You won't be able to get Taylor back until you've fixed yourself. And if you haven't yet come to terms with what happened, you won't be able to help her. Nothing's changed." "I've changed." "Then you've accepted that what happened with Taylor and JJ wasn't your fault?" Uncontrollably, I winced and put my forehead back down on the pillow, fighting back the urge to cry. For a moment, I wished I was back on the yacht in Mykonos, surrounded by four naked French girls, these thoughts of Taylor and JJ out of my mind. Cassandra sighed and hugged me. "You're not fine," she said again. This time, I couldn't disagree with her. ------- Cassandra put her hair back together and fixed her makeup before we returned to the main cabin. But otherwise, she made no attempt to hide from the girls that we'd just slept together. I knew Evania wouldn't mind. She'd never claimed any possession over me, and indeed had spent nearly three months helping me find other pussy. But I found myself watching Vivienne for any sign of jealousy. The girl claimed she would accept any role in my life, letting me get back together with my wife and have my assistant and valet and whomever else I felt the urge to nail. But despite those words, a girl in love ALWAYS wants to own a little piece of her man for herself. Even Taylor, who had always encouraged my dalliances with the women around me, reserved the right to assert herself as the alpha female and kick everyone else out of the room at her slightest whim. Sure enough, there was a mild flash of annoyance in Vivienne's eyes. It wasn't directed at Cassandra, however. If anything, the look on her face reminded me of the night I'd ordered her not to touch me. She was telling herself to be obedient, but deep down, she was upset that she wasn't able to participate and be with me. Only the future would tell how things would eventually work out between the French girl and me. For now, all I could do was accept my decision to bring her along and move on. We sat down, and then were enveloped by a momentary awkward silence while everyone fished for a way to break the ice once again. Fortunately, the stewardess chose that moment to arrive and offer us lunch. So we had a few minutes to collect ourselves after ordering and then digging into the sumptuous meal. But once lunch was done, Vivienne found her voice and once again started peppering me and Cassandra with questions about America and about my life. And Evania shared what little she had heard about me, mostly gossip fed from the Greek versions of OK Magazine and Entertainment Tonight. But once we got past the public profile, the girls zeroed in on the issues most important to them. "Where will we live?" "With me, of course. The house has plenty of room." "What will we do?" I exhaled. "I'm not sure, exactly." I glanced up at Evania. While it might be easiest to just let her be a guest, free to enjoy her stay in America like any other tourist, I knew her well enough to know that she needed some purpose in her life, some way to serve me. "We will find you a role in the household, at least for now. Honestly, I think it best that we let Cassandra work with you to figure out how to best utilize your skills." I looked at my assistant, who nodded. "I've needed some help ever since Charlotte left," Cassandra said warmly. Evania smiled shyly, and then my attention was on Vivienne. "I'm afraid I haven't thought of anything specific for you, my dear. I wasn't planning on you coming." "I will be by your side," Vivienne stated firmly. "Always." Oddly enough, it was Cassandra who now flashed a possessive look in her eyes. But my assistant quickly smothered it and I looked back at the French girl. "Perhaps," I stated cautiously. "For now, as I said, you are my guest." Vivienne's face fell. That puppy dog look was back on her face, and in a quiet tone, she asked, "Only a guest?" I felt my heart stir once again. Back in the familiar cabin of the jet, with Cassandra by my side, it was almost as if my life as Tom Eriksen had never taken place. Jonathan Kwong had never fallen in love with Vivienne, and as such Jonathan Kwong didn't have the same strange attachment to the girl other than seeing a hot young body ready to fuck. But hearing the plea in her voice, the Tom Eriksen inside me floated up to the surface, and before I realized it I reached forward and covered Vivienne's hand with my own. "You're much more to me than a guest, my dear." I took a deep breath, staring at our hands while Vivienne worked to interlace her fingers with my own. And after collecting my thoughts for a moment, I let my eyes flicker back up to hers, taking in the soft brown warmth of her pretty irises. "I don't know exactly how I feel about you. For a moment, at least, I fell in love with you. And if nothing else, I couldn't bring myself to leave you in Greece." "So you DO still care about me?" I paused before answering her. After all, when Vivienne had previously asked for confirmation that I considered her my girlfriend, I'd waffled. Would it be fair to her to fuck her without that title? Then again, I'd been fucking her all this time without ever declaring her my girlfriend. Indeed, I'd explicitly told her up to this point that we were a fling and nothing more, to end when we left Greece. But we already HAD left Greece. I'd brought Vivienne along, knowing full well that she was in love with me. Whatever words I said from here on out didn't matter. She already WAS my girlfriend, and I was bringing her back to my home. My decision had already been made. I gave her a warm smile and then nodded slowly, feeling my heart do those little flips you feel in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. It felt like a lifetime ago, but for the past five days, Vivienne had practically crawled inside my skin. And now that I was coming to terms with my decision to bring her along, I let myself be open to just how wonderful she made me feel when I was with her. I nodded. "I do still care about you, mon cheri." I'd called her 'my darling' once again. That was all Vivienne needed to know. Her smile widened, and then without further warning she stood up and started dragging me out of my chair. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I held her up. "But I need you NOW!" Vivienne pouted like a teenaged girl stamping her feet to get her way. "I have not been with you since you tried to put me on a plane to Dijon. I have been going crazy inside! Please! I beg you!" I chuckled. "There's no rush. It's an 11-hour flight to New York." Vivienne mused on that for a moment before flicking her eyes right back to me. "Then we make love twice!" she insisted. "Or three times! Or more!" Both Cassandra and Evania chuckled at the young girl's enthusiasm, drawing our attention. Cassandra just shook her head with a bemused expression. After all, we'd finished our own romp just an hour before. She simply shrugged and motioned me back to the bedroom with a mental 'Go ahead'. She'd gotten her own fix already and I knew she'd never be jealous. As for Evania, a sudden light went off in Vivienne's eyes, and she turned to the Greek girl, extending her other hand. "Join us, will you, Evie?" Evania looked up in surprise. "Evie?" "Yes, I like it. Is it okay?" Vivienne asked brightly, darting a flirty glance my way. Evania mused on that for a moment, gawked at Cassandra, and then over to me. I had that shit-eating smirk on my face, already thinking about the things I would do to the hot Euro girls in the bedroom, and Evania already knew what I was thinking. So with a sly grin of her own, the Greek girl nodded. "I like it, too." The brunette took Vivienne's proffered hand and stood up. The two of them immediately started backing me down the aisle toward the bedroom, still stained with the lovemaking fluids Cassandra and I had left there only an hour before. Along the way, Vivienne's eyebrow rose and the corner of her lip ticked up into a more teasing grin. "As I understand, an American 'mile' is 1.61 kilometers." I furrowed my eyebrows, caught off-guard by the change in subject. "Uh, yes." Vivienne then grinned even wider, showing off rows of pearly white teeth. "Then we did not get high enough when you made love to me in the helicopter. We did not actually join the 'Mile-High Club', no?" It was my turn to arch an eyebrow along with a wry grin. "Ah, I suppose not." Vivienne stopped at the door, then turned and physically pushed both me and Evania inside. And with a final exultant cry, she announced, "We are not coming out until both Evie and I are first class members!" ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- Even though the calendar stated it was still Saturday, it certainly felt like a day had already passed since leaving Greece. We arrived at the private airfield around 4:30pm Saturday afternoon, having slept on the flight home. I awoke just before landing with a naked Vivienne curled up beside me. Evania was out in the cabin with Cassandra. A non-descript black limo took us from the hangar back to the house in Montauk. The Maybach would have been too conspicuous. I'd literally disappeared off the face of the planet when I absconded to Europe, and judging from the magazines Cassandra presented me with, my exact whereabouts were still the subject of widespread gossip even three months later. Headlines like "Meltdown of the Year?", "Charmed Life No More", and that witty Prince/Pauper crack had dogged me just before I left. The magazines Cassandra gave me now were more like, "How does one of the most recognizable men in America just disappear?" At least the furor had been dying down. None of the magazines were dated at the same time, unlike the old days when three different New York newspapers would all speculate about me on the same day, not to mention the never-ending reporting of "The Jonathan & Taylor Saga" on Celebrity Sightings. Thankfully, after months without word, people were just losing interest. And I was not about to re-start the media flurry. The household was quite inviting upon my arrival, welcoming me home with open arms. Edward actually hugged me with a grandfatherly pat on the back, and Dorothy immediately clucked over me like a mother hen, insisting that whatever swill I'd eaten aboard the jet wasn't a good enough meal for me. So we paused and ate a wonderful dinner. Evania and Vivienne marveled at the luxury and complimented the architecture. I chuckled beneath my breath, thinking that Jeff Lee wouldn't mind getting those compliments in person from such beautiful creatures. Evania and Vivienne had gotten excited during their initial arrival, but were settling down once again. After the meal, Cassandra took them on a tour of the mansion while introducing them to the staff. Everyone accepted the girls with grace and politeness. Cassandra then set them up in Charlotte's and Ashlyn's old rooms, respectively, and their presence upstairs and not in the guest wing informed everyone how my new girls were to be respected. Vivienne, of course, would rather have moved into my room. But the one time she asked I just gave her a terse "No", and that was the end of that. She obediently went to unpack her things, and I headed to enter my own bedroom for the first time in months. From the moment I stepped into the Master Suite — the core of the home I'd built together with Taylor — I just fell apart. I sank to my knees, feeling my whole body going numb. And reading my mood perfectly, Cassandra just closed the doors behind me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Staying in my room, I spent a few hours relapsing into my old grief, wondering what I could have done differently to change the past. Maybe if I'd been more perceptive, I would have noticed that Sharpley was about to betray me. Maybe if I hadn't been betrayed, I wouldn't have become so hell-bent on finding "Jada" to take my revenge. Maybe if I hadn't been so hell-bent on my revenge, I wouldn't have ... violated ... Olivia. And for the same reasons, maybe if I hadn't flown off to Milwaukee, JJ wouldn't have died. I'd lost my family. All the money in the world couldn't change that. I'd ruined a young girl's life, a maid I barely knew. Money couldn't change that, either. And for a few moments, the depression that had almost consumed me three months ago threatened to return. Of course, nothing as simple as a door could keep Vivienne away from me. As night fell, I was standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring across our private beach as the waves of the Atlantic Ocean crashed against the sand. The lights were all off in my room, the only illumination coming in from the gray, cloudy sky outside as daylight turned to dusk. And all of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back. "What is wrong?" Vivienne asked in that lilting French accent. I sighed and brought my hands up to cover hers, though I did not move them away. "Too much." "What can I do to help?" I closed my eyes and sagged back against her. Nothing. There was really nothing Vivienne could do to help. She knew absolutely nothing about my real life. She did not know the important people from it. She had absolutely no connections back to all my problems. And because of that, she was perfect. Vivienne was a blank slate, a fresh start. When I thought of her, I thought only of my pleasant life as Tom Eriksen, and absolutely nothing of the hardships of Jonathan Kwong. I clung to that. I focused on that. Because even though we were here, in Jonathan Kwong's home, I wanted to escape. Not forever — I had chosen to come back to America for a reason. But being here, seeing all the old familiar things, was a little too much at once. I had to get away ... even if just for a little while. So I slowly spun around within Vivienne's embrace. I let my hands settle onto her perfect ass, cupping her buns firmly before trailing my fingers up her back and onto her shoulders. I slid my palms up to the base of her head, just behind her ears. And then gently tilting her head to the side, I bent and kissed her. She had no idea what was running through my mind. All she could feel was that the man she adored more than anyone in the world was kissing her, and so Vivienne purred happily and returned my kiss with passionate fervor. I devoured her hungrily before pressing forward, causing her to step back once. And then again. And again. And again, until Vivienne's calves hit the edge of the bedframe. My gorgeous dirty-blonde French babe moaned and let me push her onto her back while I propped myself above her, planting one knee on top of the mattress for leverage. At some point, she'd showered and put on a light sundress. After all, the only clothes she had were all meant for a Mediterranean summer holiday. The skirt was easy to lift up and out of the way. My left hand kept me upright while my right hand opened up my zipper. And then Vivienne's hands were at my crotch, opening up the button for me and then drawing my throbbing erection out. There was no foreplay. I didn't have the time and she didn't care. She pulled the gusset of her own panties to the side with her right hand while her left guided me into place. And then with an audible groan from both of us, I slid all the way in. "Take me," Vivienne breathed. I did. ------- I awoke in the morning to feel a soft naked back against my chest. I tilted my face down to press my nose against her bare skin and inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of her. My hand slid down her side and up over her hips. I paused there and rubbed her ass with my hand. She made no real movements while I caressed the cheek, which made me think she was still asleep. Then I slowly moved my hand lower, stroking her thighs gently. The gorgeous young woman was on her left side, her left leg pointing straight down the length of the bed with her right pulled forward and then bent at the knee. She was in the perfect position for my fingers to trail lower into the cleft between her legs, and when my fingertip began to slowly rub up and down the seam of her pussy lips, she began to stir. I kept my touch soft, and every time she moved or moaned I went softer still. And gradually, like a flower in bloom, her labia opened up. I began to feel the first trickle of moisture, and then I pushed my finger in with added pressure and managed to coat the tip in her nectar. Now at least a little lubricated, I let my finger glide higher along until I found that her little ball of pleasure had just begun to peek out from under its hood. And ever so gently, I touched my moistened finger to it. She began to moan, a softly erotic sound, and her hips shuffled slightly in her sleep. I stopped moving for a moment, and then when she settled down, I returned my finger to her moistened folds to recoat with fresh nectar. Once sufficiently lubed up, I returned to rubbing her clit. I kept this up for a good ten minutes. She nearly woke twice, but didn't. And by the end of that time her pussy was a furnace, her labia were widely parted and showing plenty of pink, and her whole body trembled. The familiar scent of our bedroom's pillows and sheets blended together with the spicy aroma of her fully- bloomed sexual arousal. It was time. I shifted my hips until I was right behind her ass and just a little further down the bed. And then, with cock in hand, I guided it into position and began to lean my hips into her. I heard the catch in her breathing as she came awake. By then, I already had the mushroom head inside her snatch, and it was just a matter of pressure as I slid the full rod deep into her body. She moaned and rocked her hips while I reached around with wet fingertips and began to rub at her clit once again. And then I pulled my cock back out a few inches before once again burying it in to the hilt. The beautiful, naked woman in my arms began to buck herself back at me while I picked up speed. My left hand went up to grasp her shoulder so I could use it as leverage to thrust myself into her pussy from behind. Her own hand moved down to take over rubbing herself, freeing me to shift my right hand to her hips. Her head bowed forward as she kept up the rhythm, and together my wife and I made morning love until her body tensed up in the moment before climax. She shivered in my grasp, and just as her hips spasmed in release, she let her head loll back. "Ohhh ... Tohm..." Vivienne moaned in that deep French accent as the orgasm swept across her entire body. My eyes flew wide open. My hips jerked back, and a cold tingle ran up my spine. Vivienne? What the-? Where am I? My cock didn't go off. At the razor's edge before my own climax, I pulled out of my lover's still twitching pussy and rolled onto my back. Immediately my erection started to deflate. My wife isn't here. This is our home, and this is our bed, but Taylor isn't here. The next thing I knew, Vivienne was looming over me, rocking my shoulder with concern. "Tohm? Tohm? What's wrong?" As I blinked the tears from my eyes, I realized that I had rolled away from her and curled up into a fetal position. My chest muscles ached from the tension of my wracking sobs. And without meaning to, Vivienne was digging her fingernails into my shoulder with her concern. Without a word, I pushed myself off the bed, quickly marching into the attached Master Bathroom. I dropped my elbows onto the countertop and blasted cold water out of the faucet, taking great scoops to splash my face over and over again until I could force myself to stop crying. Get a hold of yourself! I ordered. "Tohm!" Vivienne was suddenly behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her entire body against my back. I felt her cheek against my shoulder blades. And reflexively, she stroked my belly with her right hand. "What's wrong?" "Leave me," I barked rather harshly. "But Tohm..." she pleaded. "GO!" I yelled into the mirror. Terrified by the intensity of my voice, Vivienne picked her head up. For a moment, it was as if she remembered that my name was NOT "Tom", and she stared back at my reflection wondering who the hell I really was. And still with that frightened/confused look in her eyes, she grabbed a house robe off a nearby hook and then fled from the room. ------- After finally arriving downstairs, I went first to find Vivienne. She was in the Family Room, having coffee with Evania. She was still dressed in the robe, although at some point, she'd returned to her room to don panties and a camisole underneath. When I appeared in the archway, my young girlfriend looked at me with both eagerness and some fear, unsure of what I was going to do next. Evania, on the other hand, immediately stood, ready to serve me on command. Looking to her first, I gestured my valet to relax and sit back down. And after she did so, I returned my attention to Vivienne. "Come with me, my dear," I stated softly. Still a little tense, but encouraged by my tone, Vivienne put her coffee down on the saucer and then set the whole thing onto a nearby table. And then she stood and came forward, latching onto my arm when I offered it to her. Seeking a small bit of privacy, I led her down the hallway to my office. When we entered and she saw the imposing mahogany desk and formal setting, she gave me a fearful look, as if she'd been sent to the principal's office for a lecture or something. I just smiled at her warmly, trying to put her at ease, and then led her to the couch. We sat down together and I held onto her hand. Vivienne was staring at our hands, and I reached my other out to lift her chin so she would look at me. And without another word, I leaned in for a short, sweet kiss. I felt the tension roll off her shoulders. That kiss had done more to relax her than any words I could have spoken. And when I pulled back, there was a happy smile on my darling's face. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "What happened this morning was not your fault." "What DID happen?" I closed my eyes, briefly returning to the moment and reliving the turmoil I'd gone through upon realizing where I was and who I was with. "It's ... complicated. I've been away from home for a long time, and I think I felt pretty disoriented when I woke up in that bed next to you. I ... uh ... I..." How can I tell her that I believed I was making love to my wife, and that I was horrified to find out I was fucking her? "Vivienne, I-" "It is okay ... John," she interrupted me, squeezing my hand and furrowing her eyebrows at the use of my real name, as if she had to concentrate to do so. "I understand." I read the look in her eyes. Vivienne didn't understand, but she was trying to let me off the hook. All she wanted was to see me happy, and the details weren't all that important to her. I gave her a little smile at the reprieve. "Thank you." She smiled wider. "I love you." I nodded. "I know." Sensing that nothing more needed to be said, she leaned into me, kissing me once again. I felt a surge of energy pushing through me as her passion flowed from her lips to mine, and my arms went up to hold onto her sides. A moment later, she pulled her face away, rubbing her cheek against mine. And in a breathy voice, she whispered into my ear, "I know you did not finish inside me this morning. Let me take care of that for you." Her hand was immediately at my crotch, and sure enough, I began to thicken in her grasp. She pulled back until our faces were inches apart, a twinkle in her soft brown irises and a smirk on her red lips. She kissed me again while her hands fished my turgid cock out through the flap of my lounge pants. And then she backed away, sinking to her knees in front of me. It didn't take long. For a few exquisite moments, I completely forgot where I was or what else was going on in my life. Nothing existed but the gorgeous young woman with my dick imbedded in her throat and the pleasure she was giving me. And as I found my release, the hot, creamy spunk flooding out of me, my mind also found a few measures of peace. ------- Dorothy had breakfast at the ready when Vivienne and I returned to the central area of the house. We cruised by the family room and picked up Evania on the way to the dining table. And to my surprise, I found that Cassandra was standing directly behind my seat. I motioned for my girls to take their seats, and Vivienne and Evania both moved to sit down. But Cassandra remained at attention behind my chair. With a deferential expression on her face, staring downward and not at me, she pulled the chair out and waited for me to sit. I arched an eyebrow, but she didn't respond. Such a gesture was a little out of character for her. After all, despite our employer-employee status, I never treated Cassandra like a servant. But then I also knew that my longtime personal assistant was given to defining the parameters of our relationship as SHE saw fit, and if she wanted to do this for me, then so be it. So I sat down and let her slide me in to the table, and Cassandra returned to her seat. Vivienne and Evania took their seats in order to my right, and we settled in for breakfast. But as I looked at the four people occupying a table for ten, the empty seats were fresh reminders of the things I had lost. Of the seven people who used to occupy the spots in front of me, only Cassandra was left. Yeah, Vivienne and Evania were taking up two chairs, but this clearly wasn't the same home it had once been. I blinked just once, and suddenly the table was filled with the ghosts of the family that wasn't here anymore. And feeling a sudden tension in my throat, I realized that I didn't want to be here right now. Abruptly, I pushed my chair back and stood up. Melissa, the maid, was just entering with a tray of food. She stopped in surprise at my sudden movement, but I quickly turned and strode out of the room without another word. "Jonathan?" Cassandra asked in concern, at about the same time Evania chirped, "Mr. Kwong?" and Vivienne called, "Tohm?" I didn't answer, quickly striding out and down the hallway, shaking my head to dislodge the vision of my lost family at the dining table. But leaving didn't help. I started upstairs before remembering what it was like to wake up next to my new French girlfriend in Taylor's bed. I thought of Ashlyn's old room that Vivienne's suitcase was in, and I thought of the nursery at the end of the hall. Turning away from the stairs, I headed down the guest wing. But then I just remembered the women I'd been very fond of and how one by one, they'd each moved on with their new lives. The billiards room reminded me that Mia was living with a new boyfriend in Seattle, and I hadn't seen her in over a year. The guest rooms told me Kate was engaged. And the gym prompted the knowledge that Rebecca was already married, and we'd already missed her wedding. Even my office was the place where I'd held Olivia down and taken from her what didn't belong to me. Everything in the house was a relic of my past: the mistakes I'd made, the life I'd lost, and the family that was no longer mine. It was the finest house money could buy, state of the art, and filled with all the trappings of luxury: movie room, indoor pool, and advanced technological conveniences. Every square inch cost thousands of dollars. And there was plenty more money where that had come from. But all that luxury couldn't keep my family together. All the money in the world hadn't made me happy. And three months ago, unable to cope with what my life had become without the people that mattered most to me in it, I'd come to the point where I just couldn't face another day in this place. Then, I'd literally packed up and left. I didn't tell anyone. I got myself a new identity, new papers, and a way of drawing money from my accounts without anybody tracking me, and I'd gone away. I wanted to do it again. But to what end? Three months drinking ouzo and banging nubile twentysomethings hadn't cured me. I was right back here again, right back in this same home, wondering how to move forward. Jetting off to Europe hadn't solved anything. And I had the same questions now as when I'd left: How could I get my life back together? How could I once again become the Jonathan Kwong I used to be? Believe it or not, my answer lay in the television. At some point, I did end up going upstairs. I didn't go into my bedroom, not back to Taylor's bed still mussed with the sexual fluids of my morning coupling with Vivienne. But I did end up on the cuddle chair with the remote in hand. Scratch that. I moved over to the couch. The cuddle chair reminded me too much of my wife. And I tried my damndest to let my mind go blank as 82 inches of plasma-driven entertainment filled my brain. Of course, the weekend edition of Celebrity Sightings just HAD to be on. Screw that. Too bad it wasn't football season yet. I was just about to change the channel when a familiar image showed up on the screen. I actually DID change the channel before my brain pinged and changed the channel back. And as my shoulders sagged, all I could do was groan, "Oh, they did NOT." But of course, they did. The image was that of my private Gulfstream jet. There was video of the jet taxiing into the hangar at our private airfield. And in the next clip, the black limo was pulling out, followed by another clip of the limo turning into the Montauk estate. The text across the bottom of the screen read: Jonathan Kwong, Back in Town? The breathy young reporter was chattering something, but I wasn't paying much attention. She was mostly recapping the Jonathan and Taylor Saga that had died out several months ago. There was of course the theft of four billion dollars, followed by the rape allegations and SEC sanctions. Media activity had immediately spiked following JJ's death, and paparazzi had hounded us through my family's meltdown. And then I knew there'd been fresh interest after I'd pulled my disappearing act. Now they were onto me again. Fuck. I reached out and quickly stabbed the intercom. "Find Cassandra. Get her up here," I barked. And then settling deeper into the backrest, I steepled my fingers and glowered at the TV screen, wishing I could somehow vaporize every paparazzi reporter in existence. Cassandra arrived not two minutes later. She had a plate of food on it, just in case I wanted breakfast after all. But I just gestured for her to sit as I rewound the video feed, since my high-tech DVR automatically recorded every single channel available for the past 24 hours. We watched the segment in silence, Cassandra at rapt attention and me soaking in details I'd been too angry to catch the first time around. The whole thing was over in six minutes, and when it was done, I stood up and immediately began pacing around the room. "Jonathan, this isn't that bad," Cassandra stated in a soothing tone. "Not that bad? They know I'm back!" She shook her head. "They have no photos of you. No eyewitnesses. All they have is video of the jet and speculation. This is my fault. I never used the jet for my own use while you were gone, so everybody was put on alert when I flew out a few days ago. If you don't want people to know you've returned, we can still maintain the secrecy. Your staff is loyal. I've made sure of that." I exhaled slowly, turning to look out the window. My right hand was balled into a fist, and I held it tight against my lower jaw as I squinted against the morning light. "Jonathan, you knew people would find out eventually," Cassandra stated. "Being in the public eye is a part of who you are." "It's a part I don't want. Not right now. When everything was fine with me and Taylor, I could handle the stalkerazzi. But they're a distraction getting in the way of what I want." "What do you want?" I glanced back over at my assistant, rolling my eyes at her before shaking my head and walking back. Glumly, I plopped back down on the couch next to her and bent forward until my forehead was resting against her shoulder. She caught her breath and then patted the back of my head. "Jonathan?" she asked softly. "I want my old life back. I want things to be the way they used to be." "You know that can't happen. That period of your life is over." She was right. There had been two periods in my life, divided quite dramatically by a single event on a Friday five years ago: The Pre-inheritance period, and Post. Before inheriting billions of dollars, along with an investment company and all its trappings, I was just another guy in Manhattan working to make it big. My life was less luxurious, but it was certainly simpler. That life was gone now, never to return. And I'd moved on. The second period of my life was as a Billionaire. But despite all the money, power, and fame, I'd tried to keep myself grounded. I still went to work most days, although the transactions I worked on tended to have a few extra zeroes attached to the end. I loved my wife. I treated my employees with respect. And I strove to never let my position go to my head. I'd always cared about the people I was with. I wasn't "better" than them. I just lucked into a pile of cash by a random, undeserved act of being born to the right man. And so I never exerted myself over them. I always did my best to be compassionate and considerate. They were my equals. And I would never just "use" them. I'd believed in people. Look what it got me. A supposedly "trusted" business partner stabbed me in the back and absconded with over four billion dollars. My son DIED. My wife lost her mind and left me. In the fallout, my girlfriend couldn't stand being on the sinking ship, and she got off by moving out and taking our daughter with her. And on top of all that, every newsrag in town, in print, online, and over the airwaves wanted to chat about how the life of New York's Golden Boy had gone completely in the shitter. Sitting up straight, I waved my hand at the TV, which was now paused at the end of the Celebrity Sightings segment. "Haven't I suffered enough already? All I really want is my family back. Why don't they just leave me alone? Why can't I just be a normal guy trying to put his life back together?" Cassandra pursed her lips, looking apologetic. "You're Jonathan Kwong. The minute you inherited billions, you ceased to be a normal guy. Jonathan Kwong can't live a normal life. I'm sorry, but it's true. Nicole Gellar found that out, remember?" I cringed and put my head back down against Cassandra's shoulder, this time sliding a little lower until I was against her upper chest. She was right. Jonathan Kwong was a celebrity. Cameras would follow him everywhere, whether he liked it or not. Nicole said it best: 'Now I'm the alien.' "What if I don't want to be Jonathan Kwong anymore?" Cassandra rubbed my back. "This isn't a choice. You ARE Jonathan Kwong." "But I don't want to be anymore. And for three months, I wasn't. I was Tomas Eriksen, and even if I wasn't totally at peace with myself, at least I didn't have to deal with this shit." I waved at the paused TV once again. "Being you isn't something you can just give up forever," Cassandra cautioned. "Jonathan Kwong still has a family. Jonathan Kwong has responsibilities. Jonathan Kwong has a business, with hundreds of people whose livelihoods depend on him, mistakes and all." I sat up again and shook my head. "Jonathan Kwong is just a name. Jonathan Kwong Enterprises is just a company. Let the execs run JKE. They've been doing alright without me for three months, haven't they? We're focused on off- shore deals, right? And what, like I need more money? We recovered most of what Sharpley stole. What I NEED is my family." Cassandra cocked her head to the side, evaluating what I was saying. I could see the calculations running behind her eyes, but she remained silent. So I just kept going. "Jonathan Kwong has media responsibilities, his every move and romantic entanglement dissected to pieces. I've lost more than one girlfriend to that high profile, Nicole Gellar only the first among them. You're right, with the inheritance came public fame and scrutiny. And when my world started collapsing around me, that public wouldn't let me just have my privacy." "What are you suggesting?" "I don't want to be Jonathan Kwong anymore. Tom Eriksen didn't have these problems. Tom Eriksen was just a happy-go-lucky playboy looking for his next score with nubile young girls on holiday. Now I'm not planning to disappear off to some party beach to screw myself into oblivion again, but I think for right now, it would be best if 'Jonathan Kwong' stayed missing." "You're going to change your identity?" "Already did. Got the passport and paperwork and everything, remember? What's my alternative: hide in the mansion and don't come out until the coast is clear?" "So you're moving out?" I shrugged. "As long as they get paid, I don't think any of the staff minds not having anyone to take care of. The mansion will run fine without us." "Us?" Cassandra's eyes lit up. I cocked my head, reaching my hand out to rest on my assistant's leg. I looked her straight in the eye, and said with heartfelt feeling, "I already promised I wouldn't leave you again." The smile that flashed onto Cassandra's face was so radiant it brightened the room. Instantly I felt really good about this plan, and I knew that everything would turn out alright. But then the smile disappeared and a haunted look crossed the regal blonde's face. "What?" I queried in confusion. Cassandra's jaw quivered a moment, her eyes tense. "I can't go with you." "What are you talking about?" She blinked twice, then pinched her lips and shook her head sadly. "If I go with you, you'll get caught for sure. You're unrecognizable as Jonathan Kwong right now. With the blonde-streaked hair and the goatee, even I don't recognize you at first sight. But the minute someone sees me by your side, the jig will be up. I'm too visible at this point. The paparazzi have been following me around ever since your disappearance, believing that I'll lead them to you." "No you won't," I insisted. "Maybe if you dyed your hair and we changed your makeup we could-" Cassandra shook her head and cut me off. "It's better this way. If I disappear too, it'll stir up the pot even more. Think about it, if I go about my normal routine, going to the office and showing up in public without you, everyone will assume you're still somewhere out there in the world, living your newly single life." "But I want you WITH me!" She shook her head again, and I knew that whenever my assistant took a stand on something, she was more stubborn than me. "This gives you time to collect yourself. Visit your mum. Maybe even Ashlyn. There are a million snitches in Malibu, but eventually, you can go to Taylor. And by the time you're ready for that, maintaining your identity won't be an issue anymore." "Cassandra..." "You know I'm right." "You won't come with me?" I asked forlornly. Cassandra shook her head. "But I love you," I whimpered. "I need you by my side." She reached forward, momentarily caressing my cheek. But then pulling her hand away, Cassandra took a deep breath and stated evenly, "I belong to Jonathan Kwong. When you're ready to be him again, I'll still be here." ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- We spent the rest of the day planning my move. The first order of business was finding me a place to stay. The logical solution was to have one of my shell companies do a corporate rental on a nice apartment in the city. Cassandra herself couldn't call her contacts without risking my exposure, although she helped out in the planning. Someone would have been tipped off if Cassandra Cooper started calling around to make apartment inquiries on behalf of Jonathan Kwong. But Evania Koteas calling to lease an apartment for Tomas Eriksen? No one was the wiser, and Evania herself was thrilled to once again be taking operational control of my affairs. By the afternoon, contracts were scanned and signed back and forth. The next morning, I said my goodbyes to the staff and to my dear assistant. And then Evania, Vivienne, and I headed out in a non-descript Towncar, just a standard 5- passenger and not even a limousine. Two hours later, I reclined in the apartment building lobby with Vivienne, trying to be casual. This was my first test at walking around town since first disappearing, and I wondered if anyone would recognize me as the famous billionaire. No one did. Evania took care of all the paperwork with the management office on arrival, picking up the keys. And building security didn't even glance at me while we waited. With Vivienne sitting beside me, her short skirt riding high up her thighs, they were too busy checking out my girlfriend's killer body and listening to her adorable French accent as she chatted with me. Eventually, we took the elevator up to the eighth floor, walked down the short hallway to apartment 815, and entered into what was to be my home for the foreseeable future. "I am sorry, sir. This was the best I could do." Evania bowed her head in shame as we looked around the furnished apartment on the Upper West Side. The building wasn't actually on Central Park West, but we still had a view of the park (if you looked really hard between the two towers blocking the way). The appointments were not ostentatious, but were modern and comfortable. And while it certainly wasn't a penthouse, it was still a very high-end corner unit that put my old pre-Billionaire apartment to shame. "It's perfect," I reassured my assistant. "It's everything we really need. Two bedrooms. Two bath. Granite countertops with stainless appliances. Red oak floors. Luxurious furniture. This is really nice." "But I know you are used to more ... spacious ... accommodations." Actually, this was pretty spacious by Upper West Side standards. But of course it was still much smaller than a typical billionaire's house. "Space is not an issue for me right now. It's a helluva lot bigger than the yacht, for sure. Tell me this: was your apartment in Greece nearly this nice?" And then I turned to Vivienne, who was holding onto my arm, and added, "Or yours, my dear?" Both girls blushed and looked around with fresh eyes. Almost bashfully, they both shook their heads 'no'. "But this is still not the kind of place you are used to, sir," Evania complained. "Someone of your status deserves nicer." "Well Tom Eriksen, here in the U.S., doesn't want that status, remember? Besides, it's not like you had a lot of options once I told you I HAD to be in this building." "Why did it have to be this building?" Vivienne asked. "I'm sure you could have found an even better apartment and still kept ... what did you call it? A 'low profile'." I patted my girlfriend's arm, thinking of the little surprise I had for a couple of old friends. Smiling enigmatically, I only said, "You'll find out tonight." ------- A moving van brought over our personal effects. At my direction, Evania supervised the move and tipped the moving guys on their way out. From the way they'd been ogling my ladies, I was sure they'd have been much happier getting phone numbers instead. The girls and I exhausted the remaining morning hours just unpacking and arranging things around our new apartment. I didn't know how long I would be staying here, but I wanted to feel comfortable while doing so. This wasn't just another hotel room to occupy for a few days. This was to be Tom Eriksen's home. We then spent the afternoon going out and exploring Manhattan. I was still a little self-conscious about being recognized. Even though we were in a neighborhood I had not frequented in my previous life, my face had still been plastered all over tabloids and the TV for many years. But no one recognized me. Sure, people would look my way, but they were usually distracted by the gorgeous women by my side. I was able to sit down for an hour in full view of the public, eating my lunch, and no one was the wiser. And I took both girls, neither of whom had ever been to New York City before, around on an impromptu sightseeing tour. We went through Central Park, of course. But then we grabbed a cab and went downtown to see the Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, and Wall Street. We snapped a hundred photos like thousands of other tourists, and I finally began to realize that nobody knew who I really was. Around 6pm we returned to the apartment building. And after taking the elevator to a floor that was NOT ours, the girls finally found out why I wanted to live here. The door to apartment 512 swung open, and an adorably cute young blonde stood there with her jaw on the floor. She was still dressed from work, in a stylish black pantsuit with an electric magenta blouse underneath that showed off her feminine curves and full bust. Her gaping mouth couldn't detract from her youthful, pretty face. And those emerald green eyes were wide and intent as she looked upon me. "Cassandra told me, but I didn't really believe her," Kaitlyn Reynolds gasped in surprise. "Wow, it really IS you," Jeff Lee chimed in, standing beside his girlfriend. The guy who was my closest thing to a male best friend stepped forward and offered his hand. "I like the new look." "Thanks," I replied while accepting Jeff's handshake. "Mmm ... Banana Republic?" he asked, flipping the collar of my polo shirt. "I saw this at the Broadway store by 87th the other day." "Uh, maybe," I shrugged. My wardrobe had gotten progressively more elaborate over the past few years; it was a curse of being around so many fashion models. But the last thing I wanted now were flashy clothes, so shopping for less obvious attire had also been part of my recent move. I then turned to Kaitlyn, but rather than shake my hand, she stepped onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck in a warm hug. "Hey, kitten," I murmured softly, hugging her in return. "Hey yourself, stranger," the 23-year-old blonde replied, patting my back. She squeezed me one more time before backing away and turning to my side. "And you must be Vivienne." My new girlfriend, who had been standing beside me rather nervously, shook hands lightly. But Kaitlyn then took things a step further, holding the French girl by her shoulders and giving her two quick pecks, one to each cheek. Vivienne giggled and immediately relaxed. "Very good," she complimented. Meanwhile, Evania was shaking hands with Jeff. And after another minute or so, all the introductions were complete. "Please, come in," Kaitlyn invited. "I'll apologize for the mess. We weren't expecting company tonight. Not everyone can afford to have maids on staff." That last crack, with a sharp teasing look, was directed at me. I chuckled and waved her off. "No more maids for me. Not now, at least." We then followed the younger couple into the living room. Kaitlyn grabbed a shirt that was lying on top of the armrest and started folding it. Jeff picked up a stack of papers off the coffee table, and then he stood up and asked if anyone wanted a drink. We happily accepted, just sodas and water. Once everyone got settled, Jeff started the real conversation by asking, "So what brings the famous Jonathan Kwong to our humble home?" I shook my head, swallowing my bit of soda and setting the glass down onto the coaster. "Jonathan Kwong isn't back in New York at all. My name is Tom Eriksen." Kaitlyn gave me a quizzical look, but Jeff just looked thoughtful, working that bit around in his head. I looked at them pointedly and asked, "How much did Cassandra tell you?" The blonde looked at her boyfriend before answering, "Not much, actually. She just said that you were back in town and wanted to visit." Kaitlyn then gestured at the two women seated on either side of me. "She also mentioned you were bringing your new girlfriend and assistant. Sounds like you've had a pretty eventful three months." I nodded. "Something like that." "So where WERE you?" "Europe. The Mediterranean mostly." "Ooh," Jeff said excitedly. "Hit any great beach towns?" I chuckled. "I did nothing BUT beach towns: Naoussa, Ibiza, Mykonos." "Got any recommendations for us? Kaitlyn and I were thinking to take a trip to-" "Jeff!" Kaitlyn interrupted. "Now is not the time." Jeff just shrugged. I shot him a head nod and shrugged myself, saying, "No biggie. I'll give you lots of tips later. I'm hoping we'll have plenty of opportunities to catch up and swap stories." Kaitlyn arched an eyebrow. "What does that mean?" I smiled and pointed at the ceiling. "I just moved in upstairs." Kaitlyn's eyes goggled. "Upstairs???" "Well, not directly upstairs," I clarified. "Three floors up and over in... that corner." I pointed southeast. "What about that big-ass house I built you?" Jeff frowned. "Oh, it's still there. But that's John Kwong's house. And like I said, my name is Tom Eriksen." Kaitlyn furrowed her eyebrows, giving me that quizzical look again. "I don't understand." I sighed and patted Vivienne's knee with my left hand. She responded by squeezing my arm a little tighter. I then looked back up at Jeff and Kaitlyn, saying, "John Kwong's life is a mess right now. I'm not ready to resume that just yet. And right now, I could really use some friends." ------- Consciousness seeped into my brain slowly, and through my still-closed eyelids I could see the red haze of morning light. And as various nerve endings awoke along my body, I felt a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking on my dick. Before the sandy crust would allow my eyelids to open, I smiled and raised a hand to touch Taylor's head. And under my fingers, I felt the silky smoothness of her fine dark hair as it ran past her scalp and longer toward her shoulders. Wait, Taylor had short hair. Cassandra? The morning sunlight blinded me for a few moments as I cracked my eyelids open, but eventually I was able to focus on the head currently bobbing up and down in my lap. The hair was indeed a very dark brown, nearly black. But it was a shade lighter than Taylor's and indeed much longer. The woman rolled her dark brown eyes up to me, and I recognized Evania's smiling face stretched wide by my cock in her mouth. My lovely valet pulled back until just my mushroom head was in her mouth. She jacked me with her right hand in that corkscrewing motion she knew I loved so much. And I was so enraptured by watching the Greek girl blowing me that I didn't realize we weren't alone until Vivienne started giggling beside me. I half-crawled away from the girls in surprise, my cock popping free of Evania's mouth. I looked around the unfamiliar room, wondering where the hell I was for just a second. But then full consciousness returned, and I remembered. This was my new apartment, three floors above Jeff and Kaitlyn. This was my new girlfriend and new assistant: Vivienne and Evania. This was my identity: Tom Eriksen. My pretty French girlfriend reclined beside me, wearing a short silk babydoll nightie in a creamy taupe color. Her light brown eyes were afire as she watched Evania scoot forward and resume blowing me. She relaxed her head to the side while propped up on two pillows. Her right hand wriggled underneath her panties and her left snaked beneath the nightie to cup her own large breast. Her full lips were parted as she panted lightly. And when she turned to look at me, she moaned in obvious heat. Putting my hand to the back of Evania's head, I directed my valet to take me deeper. She readily complied, humming as she parted her lips and swallowed me down, letting my cock push into her throat. And groaning with my own pleasure, I took Vivienne's face into my hand and bent to kiss her, our mouths open so that our tongues could play. Vivienne crooned as we kissed. She pulled her left hand out from underneath her nightie, putting it to my cheek and holding me steady so that she could increase the pressure of our liplock. My own right hand left Evania's head, sliding into Vivienne's silk shirt to grasp at her lonely breast and tweak the erect little nipple. But just as the passion of our kiss intensified, I had to break away to groan as Evania's expert fellatio set off sparkles in my mind. "Unghhh..." I grunted, those sparkles moving to the front of my eyes. Mildly frustrated that I'd rolled away from her, Vivienne nevertheless made the best of the situation by changing tactics. She sat upright and then rubbed Evania's shoulder, drawing away the brunette's attention. Evania looked up, reading the expression on Vivienne's face. She then pulled my cock out of her mouth, holding it up by the base as she took several deep breaths of her own. And after willingly handing off my prick to my girlfriend, the stunning Greek moved up the bed to my right side so that she could give me her own good morning kiss. "Ela..." I urged Evania. She smiled and bent to plant her lips on mine. Meanwhile, Vivienne was planting a different set of lips onto me. She'd shucked her panties and knelt with a leg on either side of my hips. She stared at me with all the love and adoration of a completely infatuated young woman. And holding herself open, she slowly sank down around my upright pole. "Nnnghh..." I groaned again, this time into Evania's mouth, as I felt Vivienne's hot pussy surrounding my cockflesh. Evania herself giggled, and then pulled away. Sitting up, she turned and lifted up the hem of Vivienne's nightie, tugging the silky fabric over the dirty-blonde's head to leave her completely naked. Evania's left hand then went out to palm a full breast as her right went back to rub the French girl's tight ass. And as Vivienne began to gyrate in my lap, Evania leaned in to passionately kiss her as well. Though they probably wouldn't mind, I couldn't just lie there and let the girls ride me. With two gorgeous twenty-somethings in my bed, I couldn't keep my hands off them if I tried. My left hand went out to Vivienne, caressing her hip as she lightly humped me and trailing up and down her side, occasionally pawing at her bouncing right breast. My right hand slid up Evania's thigh, semi-covered with her own negligee. Pushing up the hem, I slipped my fingers into her crotch, finding her already pantiless and quite damp with arousal. Evania squeaked when my finger pushed into her pussy, and she closed her eyes and quivered as I began to stroke her from the inside. The three of us continued in this way for several minutes. Vivienne undulated like a belly dancer in slow motion, her eyes closed and her hands running over her neck, face, and through her hair as she absorbed the heavenly sensations emanating from her nether regions. Evania had turned to face my girlfriend, kneeling so that she could kiss, lick, and fondle every part of the French girl within reach while also having me saw my fingers in and out of her cunt from behind. And I watched it all, aroused by the visual sensuality of my French babe fucking herself on my cock while I fondled my Greek babe at the same time. "So beeg," Vivienne grunted, grimacing as she rose and fell, taking me deeper into her body. "You feel so big in me. You fill me up. You feel so wonderful!" she added before changing her muttering into her native French, an invective of pleasure that started going by faster than I could translate. "Suck my nipples!" Vivienne then urged in English to Evania, grabbing the brunette's head and directing it to her left breast. "Harder! Bite them! So good! It is so good! Très magnifique!" Vivienne came first. Though her eyes remained closed, I watched her eyelids wrinkle with tension as the orgasmic shocks started in her loins and worked their way upwards. When the wave reached her face, her mouth gaped in a noiseless scream, though a few seconds later a gasp of air sounded in the open cavern. And I certainly felt the quaking pressure of her pussy muscles spasming around my dick. Those tremors set me off as well. I'd been lightly pumping up and into her the whole time. But as I felt my balls contracting, I sped up and grabbed onto Vivienne's hip to hold her body in place, keeping that tight ring of pleasure firmly around my pistoning shaft for those final, urgent thrusts. "Urrrgh! I'm gonna cum!" I grunted. But I didn't blow inside of her. Vivienne was coming down from her orgasmic high when Evania's whimpers drew her attention. The girls didn't need to communicate with words. Vivienne simply looked at the desperate expression on the Greek girl's face, and then quickly pulled her own body off me. I gasped as I felt my wet dick suddenly became exposed to the cool morning air. But just as suddenly, it was surrounded by moist warmth as Evania bent to suck me back into her mouth. It was in there that I blew, firing bolt after bolt of hot, sticky cream down my valet's eager throat. And like I'd seen her do so many times before already, Evania literally came while drinking down my sperm, though I think my fingers in her pussy helped along with that. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Evania squeaked while pinching her lips tightly around my cock, screaming even as she felt my spunk splattering against her inner cheeks. Of course, we weren't done yet. Evania didn't swallow all of my spending. She kept the last shot in her mouth, holding it there with great discipline until the rest of her body had stopped shaking. And then pushing herself back upright, she gestured Vivienne to herself and my two beauties met together to swap that bit of cum back and forth between their mouths. "Délicieux..." Vivienne hummed between kisses. Evania giggled her agreement. The girls took their time, enjoying the simple touch of each other, knowing they'd satisfied me already. But the passion with which my ladies embraced each other caused a fresh stirring in my prick despite having just cum. I was already naked, having slept topless and had my pajama pants dragged away by Evania before she gave me the wake-up blowjob. And by the time Vivienne pulled off the last bit of Evania's attire, leaving all three of us buck naked, I was ready to rejoin the party. I reached out for them, and the girls dove upon me, one on each side. They hovered over my face for a second, playfully trying to get us all in a three-way kiss. But then Vivienne turned and headed south, eager to taste her own pussy on my re-hardening cock. Evania moved up to push her big boobs against my cheeks, cheerily slapping the melons against my face while I happily made motorboat noises amongst the titflesh. And after a few more minutes, my dick thickened appreciably within the comfortable confines of Vivienne's mouth. I had been holding Evania's back to this point, keeping her chest in my face and stroking her spine. I reached up higher to hold her head, bringing her down to me. And after a fierce kiss, I rolled us over so that my lovely valet was flat on her back. Vivienne let me go. Once Evania and I were in position, she actually reached between my legs and put my cock at the entrance to the brunette's gateway. "Feel him, Evie. Feel him pushing into you." And then she draped her own naked body against my back, crushing those big, beautiful breasts into my back. "Come into me, sir," Evania whimpered. "Come into me! Please!" Putting my forehead down onto the pillow, I grasped her hips and pulled. At the same time, I thrust my pelvis forward. And with tight smoothness, I did just as she'd asked. "Ahhhhhh!" Evania shrieked through gritted teeth as I split her wide open. Her legs immediately came up, wrapping around my waist to keep me from moving. And I turned my face to place butterfly kisses against her neck as she got used to feeling me so deep inside her. Although Evania and I had fucked many, many times, she had a particularly narrow pussy and it always took a few seconds for her to initially adjust. But once she relaxed, that wonderful snugness hugged my shaft from base to tip. She clenched herself down a little, squeezing me even tighter. And then she smiled at me with brilliant white teeth. "Fuck me, Mr. Eriksen." I'd already started to do as she requested, my hips pumping my cock in and out of her, before the name registered in my head. The phrase was so familiar, so common over the past three months, that it felt completely natural. It wasn't just a temporary identity, being Tom Eriksen. Here, with Vivienne and Evania, I really WAS Tom Eriksen. It was MY name. I had access to billions of dollars. I was unrecognizable as my former self in a city I knew intimately. And I had two hot young playthings who wanted nothing more than for me to sexually ravage them in every way possible. THIS was my new existence. It was my fresh start. And if I really wanted, things never had to change. I'm Tom Billionaire. And I can do whatever the fuck I want. Filled with fresh adrenaline, I hammered Evania harder and harder, enough to make it impossible for Vivienne to continue draping herself against my back. At first, she looked around, trying to decide whether she should join us in another way or just sit back and wait her turn. But I looked over to my girlfriend and ordered, "Get the lube." Vivienne's eyes widened and a little smile went to her face as she crawled over to the bedside table. Meanwhile, I slam-fucked Evania a few more times before stopping and pulling at the brunette's shoulders. "Turn over," I commanded. She was a little groggy, panting for breath after the exertions of our very athletic shagging. But after a few deep breaths, Evania complied and flipped herself onto her belly, pulling a pillow under her midsection to elevate her ass. Vivienne was ready by the time I put Evania's legs where I wanted them and knelt upright. After handing me the lube, she reached down and spread Evania's buttcheeks herself. She held them open until I'd greased up both myself and the prone Greek girl. And bouncing up and down with excitement, Vivienne leaned in and kissed me just as my cock began pushing up Evania's back door. "Mon dieu!" Vivienne squealed excitedly. "He is so BIG, is he not, Evie?" "So big!" Evania whimpered, smiling through her gritted teeth. She pushed herself up onto all fours, bracing her forearms to push back against me. We pumped against each other, slowly connecting and then retracting, each thrust getting progressively deeper. In and out I probed, and by the fourth thrust, I was balls deep up my valet's asshole. She hung her head and cursed in Greek. Only then did Vivienne let go of Evania's buttcheeks. She kissed me again and then dropped onto her back, lying flat beside us. The flirty French girl was close enough to lean her head over and quickly take one of Evania's swaying breasts into her mouth, suckling on the nipple for a few seconds. She then released it and lay back, giggling happily before rolling her hips up and grabbing her own legs behind the knees. "Fuck me too, Tohm!" There was a tease in Vivienne's voice, and with her crotch lewdly exposed to my right, I dropped my hand to rub around her nether regions. She continued giggling as I tickled her most sensitive spots, but went quiet and cooed when my fingertip buzzed over her anus. It was at that point that I realized her little rosebud was quite slick, and with a big grin, I pushed my finger inside. "You little minx. You lubed yourself up as well!" "Oui-oui!" Vivienne cheered. Well, I couldn't pass up an invitation like that. After giving Evania a few more good lunges, I swiftly exited her ass and shifted two feet to my right. Vivienne grunted when my mushroom head penetrated her sphincter. And her groan turned into a gasp when I popped through. "Fuck me..." my beautiful dirty-blonde girlfriend husked. She raised her legs higher, hooking them over my shoulders before releasing her grip on them. She then relocated her hands to my biceps, gripping them tightly while she bared her teeth and growled at me again. "Fuck my ass..." Urged on by her nasty tone, made all the more alluring by her accent, I held my torso upright and really began pounding the shit out of Vivienne. Over and over again I rammed my hips forward, banging my pelvis against her skinny butt with enough force to make her yelp. And then I did it again. All the while, Vivienne kept urging me on. "Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Ooh, that's it, Evie ... Suck me..." That last bit was because Evania did not remain idle. Still on all fours, obediently awaiting my return, the brunette still leaned over and ducked her head to nurse at one of Vivienne's wobbly tits. And she was still suckling when I pulled out of Vivienne, grabbed Evania's hips, and re-slammed my cock back into the Greek girl's waiting asshole. I fucked Evania. Then I fucked Vivienne again. And I reamed out Evania. And I cornholed Vivienne. My mind was quickly becoming a red haze of lustful excess. Lightning bolts of pleasure were shooting up and down my spine. And my cock felt like it was starting to chafe from the tight anal chutes. But at last I returned back to Vivienne, whose body was soaked with sweat and stained the sheets beneath her. She now lacked the energy to keep her legs over my shoulders when I came to her, and her limbs hung loosely to the sides while I had my way with her yielding body. "Fuck me..." she still whimpered softly, repeating the phrase every so often in harmony with my thrusts. And as her body tensed up with yet another orgasm, following after the many she'd already experienced over the past half-hour or so, I felt myself also about to blow. She tensed up, her body trying to go rigidly still despite my body repeatedly hammering her against the mattress. I felt her legs tighten, once again gripping my sides in a way she hadn't been able to do for the past five minutes at least. Her breathing was at a rapid-fire pace, shallow and strained. And then her anal muscles clamped down along with all the rest of her muscles as she threw her head back and screamed. "AAAAGGGGHHHH!" "UUUUGGGGHHHH!" I roared right along with her as I felt the tension in my balls suddenly evacuate. My hands gripped Vivienne's ass tightly, and I let my heavy weight drop right down atop her chest. My body quaked, even as I felt her body shaking beneath me. And amidst the rollicking ride of two people thrashing in ecstasy, I felt the tidal wave of cum flood out of me and pour unendingly into the depths of Vivienne's bowels. "FUUUCK!" I growled, throwing my head back. Dimly, I felt Evania's hand soothingly stroking my spine. "NNNNGH!" Vivienne moaned beneath me, clutching my body even tighter down upon herself. Like a great river bursting through a broken dam, my cum blasted forth with immense pressure inside my girlfriend's pussy. As if we were whitewater rafting through a snaking, narrow canyon, our bodies lurched and fell together, riding the orgasmic waves. And the crashing fluids carried us to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. My muscles gave out before my cock stopping firing. I collapsed onto Vivienne's body, pinning her to the mattress. As I felt the final bursts of cum blast their way out of me and into Vivienne's waiting receptacle, Evania lay down on my back as well. And the three of us passed into the wonderful post-coital tranquility of bliss. ------- We didn't lay naked in bed ALL day. It took us a while to recover from that really intense fuck, but eventually I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. It wasn't the ultra-high tech multi-headed contraption I had back home. But the single spray had good pressure and the bathtub enclosure was larger than a standard size. If nothing else, I was accustomed to showering at nice hotels when traveling, and this shower was about equal. I was shampooing my hair when Vivienne slid aside the curtain and stepped in to join me. We were pretty fucked out, but it was still infinitely more pleasant to hug and soap each other up than to shower alone. We took our time, enjoying these simple pleasures. And by the time we emerged, Evania had already showered, dried, and re-dressed in the second bathroom. My valet busied herself helping me get dressed while Vivienne stepped in front of the mirror. Looking at me through my reflection, she began putting on her makeup and asked, "So what are we doing today?" My stomach grumbled immediately. "Well, first we're meeting back up with Jeff and Kaitlyn for breakfast, remember?" Vivienne smiled and nodded, patting her own belly as well. "And after?" "Well for one thing, we'll need to stock the kitchen here. Do either of you know how to cook? Or should I plan on eating out every day?" Vivienne laughed and shared a glance with Evania. My valet smiled while she was buttoning up my shirt for me, rolling her dark brown eyes up and saying, "I do not know what you teach your young girls in this country. But where we come from, every girl knows how to cook." I grinned, already envisioning delectably authentic Greek and French foods to try. I kinda missed the gyros Althea made aboard the yacht. Evania finished with my shirt and turned to fetch a pair of shoes. Meanwhile, I went to the desk and pulled an envelope out of the drawer. Cassandra had set up a bank account for 'Tom Eriksen', and inside were the two additional pieces of plastic I'd requested. Pulling them out, I turned and extended both hands, each holding a bank card with a girl's name on it. "These are for you. They've got limits on them, so don't go completely nuts. But I'm sending the two of you out to do a good bit of shopping." Vivienne suddenly turned away from the mirror. "You're leaving us?" "Relax. Kaitlyn is taking the day off from work. She'll show you the best places to go. And more than stocking the kitchen, we need to update your wardrobes. The weather is pretty warm in June, but you'll need more than beachwear and sundresses around here. Kaitlyn will also show you her favorite stores." Vivienne just shook her head emphatically. And she exclaimed again, this time with an extra whine in her voice, "You're leaving us?" I took a deep breath and held my hands up. Except for that one hour or so when I'd abandoned her at the airport in Athens, Vivienne had not been really apart from me since our first meeting. And separating this soon after arriving in a strange city was clearly not her idea of a good time. "You'll be fine. Kaitlyn is an old friend and she knows her way around. Plus, if you're going to stay here with me, you both will need to know how to get around without help." Evania nodded in agreement, and then stepped forward to take her bank card. The idea of being my personal assistant and having that responsibility despite being in a strange city weighed on her heavily. And I knew she was looking forward to familiarizing herself with everything she would need to take care of me. Vivienne, on the other hand... "But Tohm..." she whined. "Shh," I soothed, stepping forward. She was still wearing just a towel wrapped around her torso. The bottom of it didn't quite cover her entire ass, and as I pulled my girlfriend into a hug, I reached down and pinched a perky buttcheek. At the same time, I cupped her cheek with my left hand. And tilting my head, I closed my eyes and moved in for a sweet kiss. She hummed happily and kissed me back with adoring passion. When I finally pulled away, she seemed pacified. And she finally took the bank card out of my other hand. Her eyes sparkled looking at it, as any girl would probably do once given such an ability to spend a boatload of money. "You'll be fine," I reassured her. "I'll see you tonight." "But where are you going?" Vivienne asked. I took another deep breath, thinking of the road down memory lane that I'd be traveling. "To visit my daughter." ------- I felt an odd sense of nostalgia while riding the elevator up to the top floor. It was a trip I had taken many, many times over the course of my life. But almost all of those trips had been while I was a permanent resident of the 5th Avenue Penthouse. While I hadn't sold it, I didn't live here anymore. And I noticed the little things that had changed since I'd been gone. The security desk guys were all new. It had only been a few years, so I'd worried that there would be someone there who might recognize me. But none of them did, and I didn't stop to talk to them anyways. I still had my own access card to breeze right by. The control panel in the elevator had been replaced, so that all the buttons were slightly different than before. An LCD TV had been built into the display, showing not only the current floor but also the CNN broadcast for entertainment. And the mirrors lining the walls had been replaced by new ones with different beveling than I'd recalled. But the hallway on the top floor was the same. So was the door leading to my old penthouse. And I had to fight the impulse to just put in my key and walk inside, my muscle-memory moving out of habit before I could remind myself that this was no longer my home. Even though I technically still owned it, now it was the home of my girlfriend. Make that "ex-girlfriend". So I put my keys away. I checked my appearance in the hallway mirror. And then after a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. Then I did my best to smile and be handsome. Even though we were no longer "together", I still wanted to look good for Ashlyn. The door swung open and a handsome, well-built young man looked back at me with an expression of surprise on his face. He was a little taller than me, and in good shape. And immediately I felt a glower spreading across my face. "Can I help you?" he asked politely. "Who're you?" I couldn't help but sputter. A GUY? Ashlyn had already hooked up with a new guy? We'd only been broken up for a few months! She was still the mother of my daughter! What the fuck was this ... other MAN ... doing in MY old house? He blinked in surprise, and then frowned at me. "I'm Karl. Who are you?" "Karl? Who is it?" Ashlyn's voice called from somewhere back in the house. "Mr. Kwong!" Charlotte suddenly appeared at the doorway. It took me a moment to remember that after Taylor checked into Promises, Charlotte had gone to work for Ashlyn. And the comely brunette with wire-rimmed glasses immediately walked through the doorway and gave me a hug. "Welcome back, sir. It's good to see you." Though still wary of "Karl", I nevertheless hugged my wife's ex-assistant in return. "Hello, Charlotte. It's good to be back." We separated, and Charlotte immediately turned to Karl. "This is Jonathan Kwong." "Oh! Pleased to meet you." Karl turned and offered me his hand. "Karl Scott. Ashlyn's brother." I felt a mountain load of tension roll off my shoulders. I gawked for a second, then blinked to get my balance back, and finally took his hand. Brother? Reddish hair. Similar cheek structure. Oh. I could deal with that. "We met once," Karl explained apologetically. "When you and Ashlyn took that trip out to California to show Joey to our parents. Sorry, didn't recognize you." I shook his hand more vigorously. "Likewise." Charlotte then finally invited me in, and we all went into the foyer. The sound of little feet quickly sounded on the hardwood, and all three of us turned to see a girl scamper around the corner from the living room. She was not quite 3 feet tall, barefoot, and still dressed in zip-up pajamas. She held a stuffed green frog underneath her left arm, and her right hand was playing with one of the twin pigtails of dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders. "Joey!" I exclaimed, dropping to my knees. "You're so big!" I opened my arms in greeting, waiting for the 21-month-old to come to me. But she didn't approach. If anything, she backed up a half-step. The little girl looked at me warily, her mouth etched in a little pout. She covered the lower half of her face with her froggy, and generally looked frightened to death of me. My heart sank, and I dropped my arms. It had only been three months, but my only child didn't recognize me anymore. Ashlyn was just behind her. She bent behind Joey, her scoop-necked top falling away from her big melons. But I didn't even glance at her tits. I was too focused on looking straight at my one and only daughter, mentally flogging myself for leaving for so long that she forgot me. "'Daddy', Joey. You remember Daddy," Ashlyn said soothingly. Still standing, Joey tilted her head backwards until she was looking upside-down at her mother. Ashlyn kept pointing at me and repeated, "This is Daddy. Say hello to Daddy." Joey brought her head back down, still clutching her froggy. Ashlyn repeated one more time for her to say hello to me, but the little girl just shook her head 'no'. Sighing with regret, I stood back up and tried to shrug it off. Joey then turned and scampered back around the corner and into the living room. Evelyn had followed, and gave me a weak smile before going after the toddler. Ashlyn watched them go and then exhaled. "Sorry about that." "Not your fault," I mumbled, staring at the empty spot where Joey had disappeared. The beautiful redhead walked forward, opening her arms to me. I hugged her chastely, simultaneously reveling in the feel of her spectacular body and also not remotely in the mood for sex at a moment like this. She turned her head to peck my cheek, and then pulled back enough to look at me without releasing her hands from my waist. "Hi, Johnny. You look good. Tan. And I like the goatee." I managed a smile. "Thanks." She nodded her head further into the house. "Come on in. You look like you could use a drink." ------- We all settled into the living room, except for Karl. While Lucy, Ashlyn's new housekeeper, brought us some drinks and pastries, he said his goodbyes and explained that he had to get to work. Curiously, I thought I saw Charlotte looking rather fondly after him as he walked out the door. "So when did Karl move out here?" I asked, after the guy had left. "A week after you disappeared. You had us all a little freaked out," Ashlyn scolded me. "I was scared to death that you were dead in a ditch somewhere. You were drinking pretty heavily in those days." "Still do, a little bit," I stared into the bottom of my glass, a mimosa with a decent amount of champagne in it. "Maybe I should take that away then," Ashlyn leaned forward and extended her hand. "I'm fine. Really. Look." I deliberately placed the drink down on the sofa table behind me. There wasn't a coffee table anymore, since Joey would've easily gotten her hands on anything placed there. And indeed, the toddler was roaming around the room, cautiously avoiding me and focusing on her toys. Ashlyn sighed. "Anyways, Karl was looking for a new job; you know how the economy has been lately. I told him to come out here and keep me company. At a time like this, I wanted all the family I could have and would have flown my parents out if they weren't so busy. Karl's working at Baxter over on Cedar Street." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Baxter? I know that company." Ashlyn chuckled. "Yeah, Cassandra set up the interview for him." "Ah." "So where have you been? The only thing that calmed us down after you disappeared was Cassandra telling us you were still drawing money from various accounts. She tracked you to Europe, right?" I nodded. I'd had practice telling the story last night with Jeff and Kaitlyn. So I started explaining again, pretty much the same way. But a minute later, Ashlyn interrupted me. "Drowning yourself in pu-, ah ... girls?" From the way Ashlyn glanced sidelong at Joey, I got the impression she had a more explicit term in mind. The narrative had been kept pretty clean last night, as I didn't want to get into any sordid details of my affairs in front of Vivienne and Evania. It wasn't like they were big secrets, but it still didn't make for polite conversation. And if I didn't want to talk about all that in front of Vivienne, I certainly didn't want those terms being tossed around in front of my daughter. In the end, I just gave Ashlyn a significant look and replied, "Something like that." She and Charlotte could fill in the blanks. "What made you come back?" Ashlyn finally asked. I sighed and took a deep breath. "In its simplest terms... her." I gestured over to Joey. Ashlyn looked over, but then I added, "And you." And she turned back to look at me. "And Taylor, and Cassandra," I continued. "My mind was a mess. Those last days with Taylor ... fighting every single day ... arguing about nothing ... pointing fingers and blame. And then being reminded of JJ and just breaking down crying. It was too much. I wanted to get away from it all." "I can relate," Ashlyn replied quietly. She'd lived through those times, watching her two best friends crumbling before her eyes. Even worse, Taylor was turning on her. Whether consciously or not, my wife resented Ashlyn for still having a living child. It poisoned their relationship, and the more and more Taylor spiraled into drugs, the worse it got. Toward the very end, a whacked out of her mind Taylor had actually threatened Joey, and that was just too much. Finally, Ashlyn just had to leave, and she'd packed up Joey and moved here. It wasn't that she didn't love us, didn't want to support us. But she had to protect her daughter. I looked off into the distance, my mind falling back into the nightmare of before. But I pulled myself away, forcing myself to return to the present. And I found the clarity I needed as those bad memories faded away. "I did get away. I drowned my mind in alcohol so I couldn't function enough to remember the bad stuff. I occupied myself with ... yes, girls ... to keep me happy and entertained. And eventually ... I found that I could ... I could feel again." Ashlyn was silent, waiting me out. Charlotte was the same. I looked at the two of them, and then I looked over to where Joey was staring right at me. Evelyn watched her cautiously, but my little girl was looking at me without fear for the first time since my arrival. So staring at Joey, I finished my thought. "And I wanted to come home. I was ready to settle down again. And I hoped I could go back to the way things were." "The way things were?" I looked straight at Ashlyn, feeling the old love I'd had for her welling back up inside. Our relationship had been strange from the start, built on mutual but forbidden attraction that only got more intense the longer we were kept apart. Things had suddenly accelerated when she wound up pregnant, and we'd both made the effort to really get to know one another and build from lust into love. There wasn't much time, quite literally only a few months before Joey was born. But love had bloomed and build so intensely that before our lives went to pieces, Ashlyn had professed a desire to have more children with me. "Can we go back, you and me?" I asked cautiously. Ashlyn sighed, looking at Joey. "Johnny ... it's not that simple. I'm comfortable here now. Central Park is right there. Joey has lots of friends in this building. Work is just a short cab ride away instead of a helicopter flight." "I know, I know. I'd never take you away from here if you didn't want to. I'd be perfectly willing to come here to visit and-" She exhaled, cutting me off. "It's more than that..." There was a hesitance in her voice, a wince on her face. Whatever was next, Ashlyn knew I wasn't going to like it. "Johnny ... I don't know that I can feel that way about you again." Her words hit me like a swift kick to the gut. Our "breakup" had been less "break" so much as her just moving away and the two of us drifting apart while I concentrated my energies on Taylor. Certainly, all the tabloids and newsmags proclaimed it a breakup when she'd moved out of the Montauk mansion and into this penthouse. But the two of us had never formally stated we were breaking up to each other. Ashlyn had moved out, I'd focused on trying to keep my wife sane, and the two of us just ... didn't really talk much. I still visited Joey as much as I could back in those days, but the opportunities for me and Ashlyn to be together hadn't really come up. And I realized that she and I had ceased to be physically intimate long before I'd jetted away on my disappearing act. In simple fact: Ashlyn had fallen out of love with me. "It's nothing you did. It's just ... after all this time..." Ashlyn sputtered. "I mean, I'm not saying that we couldn't ... but I ... I just don't know if-" "Daddy." Ashlyn completely dropped what she was saying and turned to look at Joey. The little girl had walked up within a couple feet of me, and stood there with her froggy under her left arm and her right hand braced against the side of the sofa. "Daddy," she repeated. "Daddy!" I enthused, staring down at my little girl with fresh excitement. "I'm Daddy!" Joey turned that over in her head a few times, looking thoughtful. And then after another pause, she toddled forward, walked between my legs, and put her right hand on my kneecap. "Hi, Joey..." I said warmly. I had the biggest smile; I couldn't help it. And then to my utter delight, Joey raised her hands up, froggy in her left hand and all, and commanded, "Up!" I grinned and picked her up into my arms. Oof, she was heavier than I'd remembered. I turned her and sat her down on my lap, hugging my little girl from behind with my arms around her waist. She continued to play with her frog for a few seconds. And then after another moment, she tilted her head back until she could look at me upside-down, and said quite clearly, "Hello." I beamed. Ashlyn smiled. And Evelyn even walked over with an approving look on her face. "She just needed some time to remember you," Evelyn said sagely. I grinned and held my daughter. Ashlyn then came over, kneeling before me as she put her hand on her daughter's knee. "You remember Daddy?" Joey nodded, and then looked back at me. She stated emphatically, "Daddy!" and then she giggled marvelously. Ashlyn's position in front of me once again gave me a spectacular view down her chest. She followed my gaze, then smirked and looked up at me. And with a sigh, she conceded, "Maybe we both just need some time to remember. Okay?" I nodded. "Fair enough." ------- I stayed most of the day with Ashlyn and Joey, with two exceptions. First, Joey had a morning playdate with some other kids on another floor. Evelyn took her down and stayed while I caught up with Charlotte and my ex-girlfriend. Ashlyn wanted the salacious details of my Mediterranean adventures. It took awhile for me to open up about those, wanting to respect the girls' privacy. But eventually she got the basic details of my romps from the Naoussan locals to the Spanish University trio and finally to the four French babes. The girls also told me about Ashlyn's latest modeling gigs. Charlotte had her schedule running so smoothly that Ashlyn wondered how she'd gotten along without a personal assistant all her life. There was one big change, however. Ashlyn used to go on shoots without her daughter, even if it meant leaving for more than a couple of days. A year ago, it didn't bother her. She knew Joey was well cared for in Montauk and it gave her a break to feel young and single again. But after a single trip in the last three months, she couldn't handle the separation. Not with "everything going on" as she put it. So for her most recent two trips, Ashlyn had brought Evelyn and Joey along. She figured Joey was old enough to appreciate the travel, even if she wouldn't consciously remember it when she was grown up. The second time Joey left was when Evelyn and Charlotte took the toddler out to Central Park. There was an afternoon parade of sorts, and the little girl loved the colors and dancing. But as much as I wanted to be out there with her, being seen in public with Joey would surely compromise my identity. So I was alone with Ashlyn for the first time in a long while. But while I missed the feel of her body and the intimacy we'd once shared, I wasn't about to put any moves on her. Instead, the two of us just talked, reclining in the Master Lounge with the view of the park. That's when she drew out of me that I'd brought back Evania and Vivienne with me from Europe, and that I was still operating under my Tom Eriksen identity. "Replaced me already?" Ashlyn asked a little cattily. "No one could ever replace you," I tried to placate her. "Knock her up and you can have a new son or daughter too, Tom." "Ash," I snapped. She sighed. Ashlyn was quiet for a long time, just staring at the window, shaking her head every so often. I waited her out, not wanting to piss her off any further. And eventually, she turned to look at me. "This is why I'm not sure we can get back together." "Why?" "I thought I was special." "You ARE special." "You think ALL the girls you're with are special." "Well ... most of you are." "Yeah, well, maybe we want to be unique. You ever think of that?" I frowned. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that maybe I've felt a little left out lately, alright? Taylor's your wife. Cassandra has always been by your side, even more inseparable from you than Taylor. But me? I was always just third best." "Ashlyn!" "Tell me it isn't true." "It isn't true! I love you all, you KNOW that. Plus, you're the mother of my ONLY child." "And that's the only thing that makes me unique, isn't it? Take away Joey, and I'd be no different from this tramp you picked up on a beach in Mykonos." I glowered, "She's not a tramp." "You're defending her?" "Of COURSE I am." "So what am I now? Fourth best?" "Ash..." She huffed and turned away from me again, going silent once more. I leaned forward to rub her leg, but she slapped my hand away. I didn't try to touch her again. A few seconds later, she turned back to me. "We girls cracked a lot of jokes about your harem. Most of them don't mind being a harem-girl. Erin, Stephanie, M&M ... they have fun, and then they move on. Mia's in Seattle. Rebecca just got married. Kate's next." She took a deep breath. "I guess now it's my turn." "Hey! You were never a 'harem-girl'!" "Wasn't I?" She looked at me bitterly. "No, you're right. I wasn't, but only because I got pregnant. Without Joey, I'd have just been another faceless model. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am." "Ashlyn, I LOVE you!" "Do you? DO YOU, Johnny? If you love me so much, how could YOU LEAVE ME?" "What?" Ashlyn was crying now, holding her head in her hand as she once again turned out the window. "How could you leave?" she whimpered. "If you had to get away ... get away from that house, get away from that life, why the fuck did you go to Europe? Why didn't you come HERE? With ME? And JOEY? Why not?" "Ash..." "You could've become Tom Eriksen with ME. Taken me with you, don't you see? But NO. You had to go and find ... what the fuck's her name, Veronica? Valerie?" "Vivienne," I said quietly. Ashlyn looked like she wanted to spit on the name. "You had to find HER, and make her your new girlfriend." "Ashlyn..." She shook her head. "Karl's my brother. I've never had a single sexual thought about him in my life. But he's been a far better boyfriend to me these past few months than you EVER were." "Hey, I loved you with passion and fire and I did my hardest to make sure you never felt excluded while-" "Doesn't matter," she cut me off. "Here, in THIS house, I'm the ONLY girl that matters to him." I was about to say something, but Ashlyn winced and shook her head, adding, "Okay, well maybe not the ONLY girl. He and Charlotte are kinda starting to ... nevermind. The point is ... The point is..." She was panting now, out of breath from her tirade and momentarily thrown off track from what she wanted to say. "Ashlyn ... I still love you," I said quietly. She looked up at me through tear-stained eyes, mascara running down her face. And setting her jaw defiantly, she looked right at me and said, "When you had the chance to prove it, you went to Europe instead. I'm sorry ... But I don't believe you." ------- "Where to, buddy?" My departure from Ashlyn's had been rather awkward. Joey managed to remember that I was still her Daddy when she returned from Central Park. She even went and fetched the photo albums that her mom had been using to point me out for the past several months. But while I distracted myself with sitting my daughter in my lap and going through all the old photos, it was clear that Ashlyn was giving me the cold shoulder. And even Joey could sense it. I figured I need to give Ashlyn space at a time like this, to come to terms with how she truly felt about me. I gave her my new address and number, so she could contact me at any time. And then with regret, I made my excuses to leave. Joey crawled all over me, not wanting me to go. I gaped at her for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "I'll be back soon, baby," I told her sincerely, looking at her mother. To myself, I thought that this might be my avenue back into Ashlyn's life. If Joey wanted me around, I would have future opportunities to win my girlfriend back. Then again, hundreds of millions of divorced and broken up couples around America managed to handle joint custody of their kids without reuniting. But I figured it was at least worth a shot. Karl came home from work. I said goodbye to him and Charlotte. And I kissed my little girl goodbye while she pouted cutely. I kissed her mother's cheek a little more chastely, and then I headed downstairs to catch a cab. But my mind was still on Ashlyn and Joey when the cab driver asked me where I wanted to go, and when I tried to remember my own new address, I drew a blank. "Uhh ... umm..." "Dude, you forget where you live or something?" the cabbie asked me with a smirk. I sighed. "Just moved, actually." I pointed up at the building just outside the window. "My daughter's up there with her mom." "Ahh..." The cabbie nodded in understanding. "Sucks, man. At least your wife lets you see her. My ex won't let me near my kids with a ten-foot pole unless it's one of my every other weekends." "Sorry." "Yeah, me too." Distracted away from my sorrows by the conversation, my new address popped back into memory. I told the cabbie, and we were off. Even though the apartment building was only about a mile away as the pigeon flies, it took almost fifteen minutes to navigate traffic. I paid my fare and then strolled past security, by now not even thinking about somebody recognizing me. How could they? I was just another New Yorker taking a cab and paying cash. I had no entourage, no security detail. I didn't ride in a Maybach or fly by helicopter. I was just another guy, albeit one with a few extra zeroes in his bank account. So Tom Eriksen rode up the elevator to his new apartment. Once again, it took a few seconds to remember what floor he lived on. And upon reaching my destination, I put my key in the lock and went inside, expecting to find Evania standing at attention, ready for my immediate commands, or maybe Vivienne, posing seductively on the couch wanting to cheer me up or ease the worries of my day. I found neither. Nobody was in the apartment, and I stood there in the empty room, wondering when was the last time I had truly been all alone. No Cassandra by my side, ready to leap into action at my merest whim. No Edward to take my coat, or Dorothy to whip up something heavenly delicious. No pretty models hanging out in the Common Room looking for a good time. Just me ... all alone ... in an empty apartment. For someone used to having attractive companionship by his side 24/7 ... it was pretty frightening. And furrowing my eyebrows, I wondered where the hell my girls were. Wasn't the whole point of bringing them over from Europe to give me company so I wouldn't feel so alone? But just then, I heard a toilet flush, followed quickly by sounds of the sink running. A few seconds later, Evania stepped out. She startled at first, surprised to see me. And then she blushed and composed herself. "My apologies, sir. I didn't see you. How was your trip?" "It was good, it was good," I replied dismissively before waggling a finger around the empty apartment. "Where's Vivienne?" "She is downstairs with your friends. Miss Kaitlyn was a most excellent host today. I remained up here to await your arrival." I smiled contentedly and relaxed. Still, I said, "You didn't have to do that. You could have stayed with them and just left me a note or something." Evania furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head emphatically. "My duty is to wait here for you, sir." The way she posed, standing rigid and clutching her hands behind her lower back only added to the force of her statement. I smiled and nodded. "Efharisto..." She smiled radiantly. "Parakalo." Evania then turned, gesturing me toward the bedroom. "Shall we get you cleaned up before going downstairs?" I nodded. "Lead the way." Though it probably wasn't necessary, Evania helped me change out of my day clothes. She was still my valet, after all. Once naked, the comely brunette hefted my cock and offered to give me a relaxing blowjob before continuing, but I passed for now. I'd made plans to meet up with Jeff and Kaitlyn for dinner, and I didn't want to keep them waiting any longer than they already had. So I was re- dressed in slacks and an evening button-down. And then the two of us headed out. A couple of minutes later, Jeff opened the door to his apartment and ushered us in. Vivienne and Kaitlyn were chatting up a storm, although they broke off when Evania and I entered. "Oh, Tohm! There you are!" Vivienne jumped up to greet me. She quickly circled around the couch and threw herself into my arms. Her lips began raining kisses all over my face like a crazed woodpecker, and I finally had to pry her off. Laughing, I asked, "Did you miss me?" "More than you can possibly understand!" she replied. Kaitlyn chuckled. "It's no joke. Everything was 'Tom this' and 'Tom that'. All. Day." I rolled my eyes. "I hope it was all good." "Oh, from her end it was all good." Kaitlyn grinned mischievously. "It's good to hear that you're still the same stud in the sack as you've always been, Tom." She emphasized my new name with waggled eyebrows. I just arched an eyebrow of my own. "She's telling you about our sex life?" "We were just sharing," Kaitlyn explained. "After all, I told her the whole story about me and Lindsay and the trap door." My eyes goggled. "You TOLD her all that?" "Sure. Why not? She wanted to know how we knew each other. And you were a little circumspect about it last night." I chuckled and shook my head. "I was trying to be polite." "For my benefit. I know. But you didn't need to be. And so Vivienne was just telling us about your little traipse around the Mediterranean. Now Jeff and I HAVE to visit Mykonos." Jeff cracked. "Yeah ... You and, what, seven girls on that yacht? Including the cook and the cabin stewardess?" I frowned. "Althea and Nika weren't involved." Jeff laughed. "That's because you didn't have me around to help you manage them all." I arched an eyebrow and elbowed my best friend in the ribs. "Well, you're here now." Kaitlyn grinned. "My thoughts exactly. But that's later. Let's get something to eat." ------- Kaitlyn's dining location of choice was a French place called Savann at Amsterdam and 80th. While a little pricey, it was a small neighborhood restaurant and very close to the apartment building, so we could walk. The girls were dressed in stylish new dresses, nothing fancy but fit for the occasion. Jeff and I got more than a few second-glances as we cruised down Amsterdam with the three gorgeous ladies. In the June weather, the restaurant was open to the sidewalk, and many diners were already seated outdoors. The owner met us just inside the front door, and apparently knew Jeff and Kaitlyn as regular guests, so we were quickly given a prime corner spot. The owner briefly shook my hand when I was introduced as Tom. But when he laid eyes on Vivienne and was informed of her name, he quickly launched into a flurry of French that seemed effusive in its praise of her beauty. Vivienne blushed and replied back in kind. She and the owner went back and forth for a minute, both of them grinning as the comments quickly escalated into flirtation. Halfway through, Vivienne wrapped herself around my arm and informed the poor guy that she was taken. He gestured at Evania, and all I caught was the French word for "greedy". Both Evania and Vivienne laughed at that, the pair of them being the only ones fluent in French. But in the end, Vivienne told the guy off with a teasing smile and we all sat down. Jeff asked, "What was that all about?" "Nothing. He was just being polite." Jeff cracked a smile. "Polite my ass. That man wants to take you home with him," he said while jerking a thumb toward the departing owner. "But of course!" Vivienne smiled divinely. A waitress then arrived to take our order. And my girlfriend glanced at me, putting a hand to her chest and asking, "May I?" I looked at everyone for approval and then waved her on. "Go right ahead. No limit." "Joh-" Kaitlyn began before catching herself. "Tom, we were going to treat you. You're our guest and after everything you've done for us, we couldn't-" "Hey, this is me," I interrupted. "Besides, I already owe you for taking my girls shopping. Really, go nuts." The waitress waited patiently. As soon as she heard me say "no limit", I'm sure she would have waited forever. And she was quickly rewarded as Vivienne ordered (in French) one of their most expensive bottles of wine and then proceeded to rattle off several appetizers to get us started. The waitress hustled away to fill our order, dreaming of a big tip. The rest of us settled into idle conversation. We chatted about the neighborhood, about the weather, and about some of the sights to see while the European girls were in Manhattan. Kaitlyn delicately asked how things had gone with the visit to Ashlyn's. My tired and frustrated expression was answer enough. And we moved on to more pleasant topics. Our appetizers had just been served, and Vivienne was giving her commentary on the authenticity of the dishes when a new voice broke in. "Kaitlyn! Jeff! Hey!" Kaitlyn turned her head. "Lily! Hey!" Our conversation stopped as Kaitlyn and Jeff both turned around. Both stood, Kaitlyn to hug the newcomer, a petite brunette, and Jeff to shake hands with the man beside her. "Funny running into you here," Lily exclaimed. "Hardly. It's our favorite restaurant," Kaitlyn replied. "We know," the brunette said with a nod. "It's fast becoming ours. Your fault for introducing us." "Speaking of introductions," Jeff interjected. "Lily, Skip, these are our friends from out of town: Tom, Vivienne, and Evania." "Hey, how you doin'?" Skip turned to me first as I stood, shaking my hand. I was nervous for about a half second. Any friend of Kaitlyn's and Jeff's would likely know of their relationship with Jonathan Kwong. And I waited to see if there was any flash of recognition in Skip's eyes. There wasn't. He continued right on to shake hands with Vivienne and Evania, quickly too distracted by their beauty to really give my face a close inspection. And then it was Lily's turn. Again, no sign of recognition. I found it hard to believe that a little blonde in my hair and a goatee had changed my appearance THAT much. But there it was. I suppose no one was expecting to see Jonathan Kwong, Billionaire, slumming at a neighborhood restaurant on the Upper West Side after all this time. "Lily was a classmate of mine at Columbia," Kaitlyn was explaining. "Skip here is her studly husband. We've been really good friends, especially once they moved into the neighborhood." "Special friends," Lily added with an extra hint of innuendo. Kaitlyn just blushed. Given what I knew of her and Jeff's proclivities, I wasn't exactly surprised. "Speaking of which," Skip began in a significant tone. "Are you guys busy later on tonight?" "Well, we're entertaining," Jeff gestured to us. "Still..." Lily added, taking a moment to cast an evaluative eye over not only me, but also the two gorgeous women flanking my sides. "Lily," Kaitlyn almost hissed in embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry. Just teasing." "No you weren't, you little slut." "Guilty as charged." Everyone got a laugh out of that, even Vivienne and Evania, who had seemed to pick up on the innuendo despite English not being their primary language. And as the mood seemed comfortable, I gestured, "Why don't you guys slide that table over here and we'll make this party of five a party of seven?" "You don't mind?" Skip asked politely. "Not at all. Any friends of Kaitlyn's and Jeff's are welcome. Believe me, Vivienne ordered WAY more food than we can eat, anyways." "Well in that case, thank you very much," Lily said straight to me. I nodded back, but she held my gaze for an extra half-second. I sweated just a bit, thinking that the brunette had finally figured out who I really was. But then again, from the rather predatory expression on her face, I might've been just a cute guy she wanted to "thank" a little more intimately later on. It was shaping up into an interesting night. ------- With seven people, it was impossible to maintain a single conversation without somebody getting left out. For the rest of the evening, there would be two or even three topics going on at once. And we all took our time working our way through the meal. At first, I worried that my girls would feel neglected in the conversation. After all, while both were quite skilled, English was not their first language. And the rapid- fire pace of New Yorkers chatting about whatever enters their minds can be a little overwhelming. But Evania (to my left) got engaged with Jeff (directly across her) in discussions about the most romantic places in Europe to take Kaitlyn on a vacation, as well as various insider tips on making arrangements and getting around. Vivienne (to my right) was chatting with Lily (across from her), as the petite brunette had taken French classes all through school and wanted the practice. And both girls would end up answering various questions about their backgrounds and what life was like back in their native countries. Of course, that meant that Skip and Lily were asking the same kinds of questions about ME, and my supposed background. Vivienne's and Evania's European origins were obvious. Mine were less so. "So you were just in Europe on an extended holiday?" Skip was asking, somewhat puzzled that I would be returning to New York with both an assistant and a new girlfriend without living there in some permanent fashion. "Three months," I confirmed. "But what is it that you do for a living?" I paused to think before answering. I wanted to avoid any reference to Jonathan Kwong's mergers and acquisitions business. At the same time, I didn't want to create a new job I'd have to lie about. So I just answered honestly, "Nothing, really, at the moment. Have you ever seen 'About A Boy'? Well my dad didn't write some jingle, but you could say I'm living off my royalties. I've got a decent nest egg saved up — which is why Jeff and Kaitlyn are letting me buy them dinner — and I'm not really doing anything productive at the moment." "Wow..." Skip marveled. "Sounds like a nice life." I thought about that. No pressure from billion-dollar deals. No headache-inducing board meetings. No executives complaining in my ears. Nothing to do but relax and screw the brains out of hot, young playthings. "Yeah," I agreed. "It's pretty nice." "But how do you know Kaitlyn and Jeff?" Lily inquired. I glanced at my friends, pausing again to think of an appropriate response. I obviously couldn't explain that Jeff had built Jonathan Kwong's Montauk mansion. Fortunately, Kaitlyn answered for me. "Do you remember my old friend Lindsay? The one from Beverly Hills?" Lily grinned. "Oh, uhh ... she visited in February or something, right? The redhead. Nice tongue on that one." Kaitlyn giggled. "Yeah, that one. She and Tom were 'friends'." The air quotes around the word 'friends' was pretty obvious. Lily just nodded, grinning wickedly. "Got it." I chuckled and shook my head. Kaitlyn hadn't actually explained a thing, but a little innuendo went a long way to making up for it. "Speaking of 'friends'," Lily continued, eyeing me up once again. "Would you guys mind if Skip and I tagged along back to your apartment for some cocktails?" Kaitlyn looked hesitant, and glanced back at her boyfriend. Jeff looked at me, gauging my mood as well. I knew full well that Lily meant some "cocks" going into some "tails", and my head was swimming with fresh ideas of a seven-way orgy, allowing me to find out if the petite brunette was as much of a firecracker as I believed. But oddly enough, the idea didn't really appeal to me. Sure, Lily was pretty, but I'd literally just met her less than two hours ago. I was still feeling somewhat drained from spending the day with Ashlyn and Joey. And really, I'd wanted to spend this time with Jeff and Kaitlyn to relax and get my head on straight. Bringing Skip and Lily along would require me to keep my guard up even more, to protect my 'Tom Eriksen' identity. I just didn't want to deal with the headache, and the allure of tapping some strange pussy wasn't all that powerful after the sexually varied life I'd already lived these past few years. Fortunately, I didn't have to be the bad guy. Jeff read my expression and answered apologetically, "Honestly, we'd love to. But our friends just got into town and we were really looking forward to catching up with them, y'know?" Lily smiled and nodded graciously. "Sure thing, no biggie. We weren't even expecting to see you tonight anyways." Skip added, "But seriously, thanks for dinner." "No problem," I said magnanimously. "But since you won't be getting that cocktail, let me at least buy us another bottle of wine before we hit the road." ------- The extra bottle of wine ensured that the five of us were nicely buzzed by the time we got back to Jeff's and Kaitlyn's apartment, some of us more than others. Kaitlyn and Evania were probably the tipsiest. And somehow, while Vivienne and Jeff attended to Evania, I ended up being the one to help Kaitlyn keep her balance up the elevator and down the hall. The skinny young blonde wrapped her left arm around my neck while fishing into her purse for her keys at the door. And once into the apartment, she immediately pulled me over to the couch, fell down on it, and laughed while pulling me down with her. "Whoa there, kitten," I chuckled lightly. "Take it easy." "Mmm ... I don't want to take it easy. I want it hard," she answered smokily. "It's been such a long time since I had you. I want it the way you used to do me and Lindsay when we were just teenagers." Her words inflamed my loins, quickening my pulse. Kaitlyn still held onto my neck with her left arm and now raised her right hand to grab my chin. It was a simple matter of tilting her head to bring her mouth up to mine, and the hot young blonde proceeded to give me a kiss so intense it felt like my socks had been knocked off. I kissed back for a brief moment before reason fought its way through my alcohol-slowed brain. I tore myself away, and then looked over for my girlfriend. I first saw Evania seated comfortably on the other couch, smiling seductively up at Jeff while he stood above her. And then I saw Vivienne standing apart, giving me an intense look. It's not like Vivienne wasn't used to sharing me. After all, we'd first met in Mykonos when I more or less declared I wanted to fuck her and all her friends. But it had only been me, her, and Evania, except for the one time with Cassandra on the jet; and Vivienne knew then that Cassandra was one of the few truly important people to me. Kaitlyn, on the other hand, was not like Cassandra. She was an old friend, and Vivienne didn't know all that much about my prior relationship with the blonde who was actually a few months younger than her. Already I felt like I'd neglected my girlfriend a bit this evening, engrossed in my conversations with the others. And I wasn't sure how she would react in this situation. I would soon have my answer as Vivienne coyly approached. Her dirty-blonde hair flowed back as if there was a fan in front of her, and she sashayed with all the grace of a catwalk model. By now, I was seated next to Kaitlyn. As we both looked up at my girlfriend, Vivienne put one knee on the cushion beside me and stopped with her face just a foot away. And without any hurry, she reached forward, took my head in her hands, and pulled me into a fierce kiss. For the second time in mere seconds, I felt like my socks had been knocked off. Lightning bolts crackled all over my back as Vivienne pushed her tongue into the back of my mouth and tried to devour me. But just when I thought she would overload my brain, she pulled away and gave me another intense look. "Tohm, I love you," she stated firmly. And then turning to lean in the other direction, she kissed Kaitlyn. Those lightning bolts were crackling up my spine again as I watched the beautiful 23-year-olds lock lips and extend their tongues out to play. Kaitlyn and Vivienne kissed with excited passion, full of moans and wet smacking sounds to delight the senses. Vivienne was clearly in charge, but Kaitlyn gave back as good as she got. And I found my breath getting shorter and my pants getting tighter as I watched the two young babes going at it. The girls were of similar build. Kaitlyn the green-eyed pale blonde was maybe an inch shorter, and somewhat skinnier throughout as she still resembled the skinny-big-titted perfect teenaged wet dream she'd been when I first met her. Vivienne the brown-eyed dirty-blonde was slightly curvier, with bigger tits and wider hips and somewhat more angular definition to her face. But both were simply gorgeous, and my cock was iron hard by the time they broke apart, both of them panting for air. My heart nearly stopped when Vivienne turned her face, rubbing her cheek against Kaitlyn's as the blonde also turned to look at me. "Tell us what to do," my girlfriend husked in that delectably sexy French accent. "Tell us how to please you." Man, I had a great girlfriend. Even after all the crazy sexual experiences I'd already been through, I could still be terribly turned on by a moment like this. So after taking a deep breath, I grinned and said simply, "Take each other's clothes off." The young women smiled and reached for each other. Having stayed home from work, Kaitlyn's clothes consisted of a short-sleeved pastel green blouse and a flowery skirt. Vivienne's nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons and pulled apart the blouse to reveal Kaitlyn's busty chest, wonderfully presented by a white lace bra. The French girl then leaned in to nibble on the exposed skin, working her way up from Kaitlyn's collarbone to the blonde's neck. The breathy gasp Kaitlyn let out was almost sexier than watching the girls make out. Kaitlyn responded by sliding the straps of Vivienne's summer dress off her shoulders and then reaching over to drag down the zipper. Vivienne clambered up so that she was straddling the other girl's lap, shoving her tits into Kaitlyn's face just in time for both the dress and bra to fall down to her waist. And I found my mouth watering at the same moment Kaitlyn captured one of Vivienne's erect nipples between her lips. "Mr. Eriksen..." a quiet voice pleaded off to my side. I had to blink to tear my gaze away from my current girlfriend and ex-plaything. My eyes widened as I saw that Jeff was now seated beside Evania, his lips at her neck and his hands slowly crawling under the hem of her summer dress. My Greek valet's olive complexion did not lend itself to blushing, but between the large amounts of wine she'd consumed and her current state of intense arousal, there was no mistaking the decidedly pink tone to her skin. The pair had apparently been getting quite hot and heavy themselves all this time. "Mr. Eriksen..." Evania pleaded again. Her eyes were glazed, and her lips parted slightly as she panted. I read the tone in her voice; it wasn't of fear. No, Evania was dramatically turned on, and she wasn't calling me to ask for help. She was asking for ... permission. I'd sort of forgotten that my ever-loyal valet had not been with another man since meeting me. I was so used the open relationships I had with all the women around me: Taylor, Ashlyn, Charlotte, Kaitlyn, etc., that I hadn't even stopped to consider it. Only Cassandra had been solely faithful to me all this time, and she was one in a million. Indeed, the idea of Evania hooking up with my very good friend Jeff caused me no pain whatsoever. So I simply smiled at the lovely brunette and nodded my head. I then called out, "Jeff, you do a good job on her." The guy looked back and grinned. "Don't I always?" Now with permission, he turned Evania's face to his for a kiss with one hand, and shoved his other hand higher up underneath her dress. The way Evania squeaked left no doubt that it had found its target. And she soon moaned and eagerly flowed back into their kiss. "Tohm ... Tohm..." Vivienne's voice, filled with lustful desire, drew me back. I turned to look at my girlfriend and smiled. Both women were topless now, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked at me invitingly. "Tohm," Vivienne repeated. "Tell us how to please you." So I did. ------- I had the girls strip each other the rest of the way, save for their thong panties. I'd been told that Kaitlyn, Vivienne, and Evania had discussed my sexual history during their shopping day together, but I'd underestimated just how much. The point is: my new European girls were made fully aware of my proclivities for swapping with my close friends. And collectively they'd planned for this little post- dinner orgy. So Kaitlyn, Vivienne, and Evania had worn matching lingerie this evening, Kaitlyn in white, Vivienne in red, and Evania in black. Since the bras were already gone, I had white and red thongs modeled for me, getting the girls to turn around and bend over to touch their toes while I fondled and took playful bites out of their asscheeks. The girls then stripped me naked before kneeling side-by-side and giving me the mother of all dual-blowjobs. I nearly came twice while the girls were making out with each other across the sensitive flesh of my cockhead. Meanwhile, Jeff had already removed Evania's bottoms and eaten her to a spectacular orgasm, depriving me of the opportunity to see all three thongs lined up together. I promised myself I'd see that some other time, and merely looked to my valet and ordered, "Evania, remove your top." That made Evania the first girl to become fully naked. I beckoned her to me with only the slightest crook of my finger. And after pausing a moment to catch her breath, she patted Jeff's head and left him to return to me. "Was he good?" I asked with a smile. "Very," Evania complimented, glancing back at the young man still kneeling on the floor, wiping her juices off his jaw. I nodded and then patted Kaitlyn on her shoulder. "Sit up, kitten. Your boyfriend has proven that he's pretty good with his tongue. But let my Evie show you what she can do." Both Kaitlyn and Evania grinned, and then Kaitlyn sat back up on the couch as ordered. Evania knelt between her legs, reaching up to drag away the girl's now- soaked white panties. And then she dove right into the young blonde's bare- shaven muff. Kaitlyn's moans soon filled the room. I could listen to those sounds all night. After a minute or so of watching, I got off the couch, kneeling down beside my valet. Evania was basically on all fours, raising one hand to pump two fingers in and out of Kaitlyn's pussy while she nibbled on the younger girl's clit. I palmed one of my valet's big swaying boobs, tweaking the nipple. And then I ran my hand down her flank, circling around between her buttcheeks to buzz her anus and then probe her wet box. "Don't worry about pleasing her, Jeff," I told my friend, looking him in the eye while patting the Greek girl's behind. "Ram her hard and deep. Trust me, the more fun you're having, the more fun she'll have." My friend grinned. "I think I can handle that." He quickly sank to his knees behind Evania, who stilled her swaying body in anticipation. After notching himself into position, he swiftly lunged forward, burying himself into the root. But instead of Evania screaming out in reaction, it was Kaitlyn moaning right on cue as Evania's head was thrust forward, her mouth clamping down on the blonde's clit and her fingers being driven even deeper into Kaitlyn's channel. "Go sit on her face," I told Vivienne. My girlfriend arched an inquisitive eyebrow before figuring out the best way of accomplishing her task. Kaitlyn was seated upright, her torso flush with the backrest. So Vivienne stripped off her panties, stood up on the cushions, and swung a leg over Kaitlyn's body. And then holding onto the back edge of the couch, she lowered her pussy to the pale blonde's waiting lips. The four of them were a work of art, pulsing back and forth with a seductive rhythm of sex. Vivienne stood up and arched her back, putting her hands behind her head and thrusting her chest out as she humped Kaitlyn's face. Kaitlyn's hands clamped onto Vivienne's buttcheeks, holding her in position. Evania's head wriggled in Kaitlyn's crotch, her whole body pistoning back and forth. And Jeff was the force behind that motion, gripping Evania's hips as he thrust himself in and out of her juicing box. They were so beautiful that I couldn't bring myself to interrupt, so I settled for slowly stroking my own dick. With so many willing women around me, it was something I hadn't done much of for the past several years. But no man ever really forgets how, and I let my hand move automatically while my eyes and ears drank in the sexual calisthenics before me. I was content to wait. I didn't have to wait long. Evania was the first to pop her top. She pulled her face out of Kaitlyn's crotch, planting her hands on the edge of the couch and letting her head hang down as she concentrated on the feeling of Jeff's dick ramming its way through her tight tunnel. Her whole body shook with each impact as he sped up his pumping. And I delighted to see her dark hair waving in unison with her big tits swaying back and forth. "Ohhh! Ohhh! OHHHH-AAAHHHH!" Evania pulled her head up as she came, howling with pleasure. "Fuck! Ungh! UNGH!" Jeff was right after her. He hadn't held back, and as he felt Evania's pussy muscles milking him, something I was quite familiar with myself, he slammed forward and held himself deep to cream my gorgeous Greek valet. Evania's arms buckled. Her torso dropped to the floor, but propped on her knees, her ass remained thrusting up into the air. Jeff leaned over her prone body, gasping as he finished busting his nut inside her. And then the two of them rolled onto their sides, coming apart as they dropped to the floor with giddy expressions on their faces. But I didn't see those faces. The moment Evania moved out of the way, Kaitlyn was left seated on the couch with her legs spread wide to reveal an open pink pussy. My hand just wasn't going to cut it, and I quickly vaulted out of my seat, grabbed her ankles, and rammed my way home. "UNNNGH!" Kaitlyn grunted into Vivienne's crotch at the moment my dick intruded into her pussy. I felt her legs tense as she tried to coil them around me, but I held them apart. It rather turned me on to see her slender legs pointed off to the sides in a full split while I rapidly pumped in and out of the hot skinny blonde. Unfortunately, because Evania and Jeff were still in the way a bit, I was at a slight angle to the couch, not quite head-on. I'd dragged Kaitlyn's butt over to the side to continue fucking her, and now her back was sliding off the backrest, taking Vivienne with her. Ultimately, Vivienne just climbed off of Kaitlyn's face, laughing as she lost her balance. Feeling my muscles flush with energy out of frustration with our position, I simply growled and then physically hoisted Kaitlyn's light body up in my arms. She squealed as I picked her up, and then she grunted as I spun her around and dropped her sideways onto the couch I'd been sitting on. And then I lifted her leg and rammed myself into her once again. "Oh, fuuuck," the young blonde groaned. She lay on her left side, her right leg raised up and over my hip so that I could hammer down into her clenching cunt. My left foot was on the floor and my right knee was on the seat for balance. And in this position, I could let my right hand fall down to play with her clit. "Ohmigod," Kaitlyn gasped, her head lolling back and forth with her eyes closed. She'd been primed for some time by Evania's tongue before I'd started fucking her. And now all that pent up pleasure was threatening to burst out. "Ohmigod, ohmigod. I'm gonna cum..." "Cum, baby, cum..." I growled, feeling my body speed up as well. Though I hadn't been a part of the prior daisy chain, the mental stimulation had me primed just as much. Kaitlyn whimpered helplessly. She turned her face into the couch cushion, crying audibly. And a second later, she shuddered quite violently as the orgasm tore through her body. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!" I kept rodding the sexy, cute young thing all through her climax. She thrashed and bucked, but with a tight grip on her hips, I used her as a self-masturbation receptacle for this final run. I kept myself still, bodily flinging her forward and back along my cock, impaling her to the hilt with every cycle. I had a weird sense of déjà vu as I jerked Kaitlyn's light body against me. I was taken back in time to when she was just an 18-year-old nympho trying to seduce me, only to find that I had taken charge of the encounter. Kaitlyn was crying constantly, blubbering rambled pleas for me to wait or stop for just a moment to let her recover from that extraordinary climax. But I incessantly kept piledriving her thin body until her back locked up and she went rigidly still. All was quiet for half a second before Kaitlyn detonated, screaming an even bigger climax and her whole body wriggling in my grasp. The vibrations shooting from her pussy muscles onto my rod were finally too much for me, and gripping her ass tightly against me I grunted and began ejecting ropy lengths of cum deep inside her body, shot after shot of semen bursting against the interior walls of her vagina. "YES!" I crowed exultantly, feeling the rush of power joining the rush of spunk flowing out of me. And with each successive yell, another jet blasted away to join the others. "YES! ... YES! ... YES!" An hour later, or at least it felt like an hour, our bodies went still. Kaitlyn was a limp noodle on her side, her eyes closed as she breathed shallowly. I paused for a minute to collect myself, and then slowly pulled out. A trickle of cum leaked out of her, and I smirked to myself, seeing the evidence of my triumph glistening on Kaitlyn's worn pussy lips. But just as my latest conquest rolled onto her back and sighed, Evania darted in beside me. I'd almost forgotten Kaitlyn and I weren't alone. And with an eagerness that bordered on obsession, Evania mounted the younger girl in a sixty-nine position, planted her mouth over Kaitlyn's box, and started hoovering out my cum. "Ohhh ... fuuuck..." Kaitlyn groaned as the new sensations took over her already short-circuited brain. As her eyes opened, she realized that Evania's sodden snatch was just above her face, filled with her boyfriend's jism. And with a grin, the blonde pulled my valet's hips down to suck out that creampie as well. I sat down on the armrest, panting to catch my breath. Vivienne was then right behind me, stroking my shoulders before leaning down and wrapping her arms around mine. "Do you have more for me?" I smiled and reached out, taking hold of her chin. "Always, mon cheri," I replied warmly. And then I pulled her in for a kiss. ------- Time slowed down, and I was in another world. My immediate lust had been burned out of me with the force of my orgasm. All that was left was the tenderness I felt for this heavenly creature before me. Vivienne couldn't know me very well; it had only been last Monday, literally a week ago, that we'd met. But there was no mistaking the way she looked at me as she now held my face in her hands. There was one day, back at the Montauk mansion, when Jeff and I had found ourselves chilling out with a couple of beers on the back patio. The girls were in the hot tub, gossiping as usual. Kaitlyn, topless, had reached back and pushed herself up and out of the tub to sit on the edge. The moisture on her big, perky tits glistened in the sunlight. She reached back and ran her fingers through her long, dampened blonde hair. And in that moment, Jeff's eyes had turned glassy and his jaw had gone slack. That was last summer. They'd been together as a couple for three years already, and still the mere sight of Kaitlyn like that could make Jeff melt into a puddle. Even with Taylor and Ashlyn and two other hot models present, all topless in that hot tub, Jeff had completely fallen apart at the sight of the girl he loved. Kaitlyn had once told me about the way he looked at her. It was what made her fall in love with him: Jeff's look of adoration. That's the way Vivienne looked at me now. Her brown eyes were simultaneously hard in their intensity and soft with the love she expressed through her gaze. And her lips puckered as she stared straight into the back of my soul and stated, "Tohm ... Mon amour..." Once again, she was calling me 'her love'. I smiled, a response in kind on my lips. But before I could reply, I felt a tug down lower on my body, pulling me out of that other world that had just been for me and the woman I loved. Jerking in surprise as reality crashed down around me, I looked down just in time to see Kaitlyn's blonde head descending over my lap. My semi-hard cock had been sucked into the cute babe's mouth, and she moaned heatedly as she tasted the remains of both our orgasmic juices on my prick. "Ah, fuck," Jeff grunted from a few feet away. He was seated on the other couch, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His hands were on the back of Evania's head as my valet similarly knelt in front of him, working him back up for another round. I looked back to my girlfriend, but the moment was gone. She blinked, similarly returning to the real world, and seemingly a little disoriented as well. But when she saw what Kaitlyn was doing, she did not look unhappy. Indeed, she laughed musically, kissed me on the lips, and then raised herself up to pull my face into her cleavage. Between Kaitlyn's skilled fellatio and the feel of Vivienne's warm breasts against my cheeks, I soon began to rise. Jeff and Kaitlyn were old hats at swapping with me. They knew my rhythms and habits about exchanging partners and going after the less familiar pussy. So it was no surprise when Jeff, with a fresh erection, brought Evania over to my couch. He sent my valet in first, having Evania kneel on my left side and pull my head away from Vivienne so that she could push her tits into my face. And then while his girlfriend continued blowing me, he reached out and caressed Vivienne's naked ass in invitation. What came next was something of a surprise. Vivienne suddenly whirled away, dropping onto the couch and raising her knees in front of her chest defensively. "Non, s'il vous plaît!" Jeff immediately backed off, his hands up. "Hey, hey, no pressure," he said quickly, and then looked at me questioningly. "You have my permission," I offered Vivienne. She looked at me pleadingly, her dark eyebrows canted to the sides. "Are you telling me I must go with him?" I blinked in surprise. "'Telling' you? No!" I shook my head. "But I do not restrict my women. Obviously, I am with many different women. It is only fair that I give you the same freedom." But Vivienne shook her head. "Perhaps I am free. But if the choice is mine, I choose only you." She looked to Jeff. "I mean no offense. You are a handsome man, and you have a beautiful cock. But ... Tohm, I want no man but you." Jeff shrugged, mild disappointment on his face, but he nodded in understanding. "Fair enough." By now, Kaitlyn had stopped blowing me. She looked back and forth between her boyfriend and my girlfriend, then backed away and stood up. "Aww, is my Jeffie feeling lonely?" To his credit, Jeff got over his disappointment quickly. He wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's waist and smiled. "Never, not when I have you." "Always ... Always yours," Kaitlyn smiled right back. The cute blonde then looked over to me, watching the way Vivienne was once again moving in close to my right side, that look of adoration in her eyes. If anyone recognized that kind of look, it was Kaitlyn. And extending an arm back to my valet, she offered, "Why don't you come back here, Evania. Let's show my boyfriend together just how wanted he is." Evania didn't have to check with me for confirmation. She saw the look in Vivienne's eyes as well, and without a word, got off the couch and headed over to the other couple. This left me with one very amorous French girl by my side. I felt time slowing down, and the real world disappearing around us once again. And after taking my hand and placing it over her heart, Vivienne repeated softly, "I want no man but you. Vous êtes mon amour." I didn't answer but to reach down and take hold of her hips. Firmly, I lifted her and pulled her into my lap, so that she straddled me face-to-face. She reached down with her own hand to guide me, and as I lowered her down, we both felt my hot, throbbing pole sliding up and into her willing body. A few moments later, I was fully embedded, our bodies joined as one. And as I held Vivienne's face in my hands, my lips only an inch away from hers, I breathed, "Vous êtes mon cheri." ------- Chapter 5: Malibu -- JUNE, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- I'd come back to America for a reason, and that reason was to put my old life back together. I knew I wasn't ready to see Taylor just yet, so a trip to Malibu would have to wait a little while. In the meantime, reconnecting with Ashlyn and Joey was priority number one. At the same time, I didn't want to bring Evania and Vivienne with me to Ashlyn's place, knowing that the presence of my new girls would only complicate matters and prevent me from getting the quality time needed to rebuild my relationships with my daughter and ex-girlfriend. But I couldn't leave the girls to fend for themselves in a strange city, not yet, and I couldn't ask Kaitlyn to keep skipping work to escort them around town. So I worked out a little arrangement with Ashlyn. I told her I didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for, and that I didn't want to take up all of her time. I just wanted to visit Joey and get the chance to talk to her for an hour or so, and she agreed to let me visit in the morning and see how things went. For the next two days, I left the girls in the apartment after breakfast, telling them to do some internet research or just relax. I took a cab over to the 5th Avenue Penthouse, played with my little girl, and got myself caught up on all the latest things going on in Ashlyn's life. We chatted casually, although I could feel an underlying tension between us. I didn't want to scare her off with proclamations that I still loved her and wanted to get back together. And she didn't bring up any more complaints about me abandoning her by disappearing for three months. After those two days of visits, the good news was that Joey was getting more and more at ease around me. She remembered her daddy, and although the innate trust wasn't back to where it had once been, my little girl wasn't afraid to play with me. The bad news was that I wasn't getting anywhere with Ashlyn. Rather than help us reconnect and remember how comfortable we were together, my visits only made the tension grow between us. She was repressing something when I was around her, and at the end of the second visit, she asked me to stop coming over for a little while. "I need more time," she said apologetically. "Time to sort out how I feel about you." "Three months wasn't enough?" I tried to joke. "Those three months are the problem," Ashlyn snapped, looking frustrated. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the doorjamb. "I'm sorry, but there's a lot of resentment I've built up that I have to get over." "I know ... I'm sorry." "Stop saying you're sorry." "But I am." "It doesn't change anything." She shook her head. "You left. You're back. I've got to deal with it." "What do you want me to do?" "Give me time, okay?" she looked at me pleadingly. "I won't keep you away from Joey. She's your daughter, and she needs to know her father. But ... don't come visit tomorrow, okay? Maybe not the day after, either. I've got a shoot in the morning, anyways." I grimaced but nodded. "I'll call you?" Ashlyn shook her head. "I'll call you." "When?" She looked away, staring at nothing. Her jaw clenched, and I saw creases forming at the corners of her eyes. But eventually, she sighed and shook her head. "I ... I don't know." I returned back to my apartment, feeling glum. Fortunately for me, Vivienne and Evania were only too happy to try and cheer me up. ------- Other than those morning trips to visit Joey and Ashlyn, the first couple of days were spent taking my girls sightseeing. We didn't have jobs, nor any plans to find jobs. The weather was fantastic. Crowds were lighter because it was still mid- week. And leaving the girls behind to research what they wanted to do ensured that I would have a full itinerary for the rest of the day. It was a good thing I was kept so busy. Bouncing all over New York kept me from thinking too much about how my efforts to reunite with Ashlyn were going absolutely nowhere. We visited the Empire State Building and took photos from the Observation Deck (Vivienne insisted that the third level of the Eiffel Tower still had a better view). We also went to MOMA and the American Museum of Natural History (Vivienne was confused that the interior didn't look anything like the Ben Stiller movie). And feeling nostalgic for my old style of traveling, I paid for a helicopter tour of the city. But the day after Ashlyn told me to stop visiting, I took the girls down to Wall Street again. They were both curious about Jonathan Kwong and JKE, and when we got out of the cab, both girls just gasped at the sight of the massive tower with my name in big, bold letters over the grand entrance. "You really own the entire building?" Evania gasped. It wasn't like she didn't know I was wealthy. But while she was used to private yachts and large mansions, 50-floor skyscrapers were something else altogether. "The building, yes," I nodded. "But my company actually occupies only the top two floors. The rest is leased out to other businesses." "Can we go inside?" Vivienne asked, wide-eyed and staring upwards. I winced and shook my head, turning my back to the building. "Not a good idea. Someone in there is bound to recognize me." Evania nodded her understanding, and then looked significantly behind me. "Almost certainly. There is someone that I recognize." I turned around immediately and saw a tall blonde exiting the double doors and turning left down the street. I didn't catch a glimpse of her face, but then I didn't need to. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Cassandra. It was in the way she walked. It was in the look of her hair. It was her entire being. It was my Cassandra. Plus, Fat Tony was by her side. Part of building security, Fat Tony was 6'3", 300 pounds, and very good with a handgun. My family rarely brought security with us from the mansion to Manhattan. A guard would just get in our way during the helicopter flights. But upon arrival, anyone leaving the building would always have a bodyguard travel with them, even if it was just Taylor doing some shopping. It was a rule we'd been forced to implement after Sharpley stole all those billions, and there had been some concern of reprisal when we started getting it all back. And Tony was Cassandra's regular guard. As I checked my watch, I already knew where they were headed. It was 11:30am, and Cassandra always liked to get lunch a little early to beat the crowds. So without even waiting for my girls, I set off down the sidewalk. "Tohm? Where are you going?" Vivienne asked, hustling up to me. Evania was beside her, already explaining. But less than a block later, my valet caught my hand and tugged me to a stop. "Sir, are you sure you want to see her? You told me there would be a risk of discovery if you and Miss Cooper were seen in public together." She was right, of course. Tony would undoubtedly recognize me, and although I trusted the man could keep a secret, it wasn't a risk worth taking. I looked up the street, easily able to see the six-foot blonde and her hulking bodyguard despite the busy sidewalks. And after taking a deep breath, I nodded my head. "It is a risk," I agreed. "But I just want to see her, okay?" Evania and Vivienne looked at each other for a moment, but said nothing. I'd always been in charge of this little adventure, and it wasn't their place to argue. So I set off again, knowing exactly where Cassandra was headed even if I lost them. Sure enough, she and Fat Tony stopped in front of our favorite restaurant, Bobby Van's on Broad Street. Unlike Taylor or Ashlyn, who both ate like very small birds, Cassandra was a meat and potatoes kind of girl. We both enjoyed our steaks, even for lunch. And the clientele at Bobby Van's were well-heeled enough to not bother us even if they recognized us. Fat Tony would sure appreciate the food as well. But they wouldn't be dining alone. A moment after Cassandra stopped, turning around enough to finally let me get a glimpse of her exquisite face, another man immediately walked up to her. Without preamble, he opened his arms and the two of them hugged warmly, with Cassandra even leaning over to peck his cheek. And as my blood started to boil at the idea of MY Cassandra embracing some strange man I didn't know, I finally recognized the newcomer. Barry??? Special Agent Farnsworth stepped back and smiled at my assistant. My girls and I were half a block away, but I could see him say something that made Cassandra chuckle. A moment later, she gestured to the restaurant. Farnsworth crooked his elbow, Cassandra slipped her arm into it, and the three of them went inside. I trusted Cassandra. She'd been my right hand for years and years. When I'd disappeared, she'd diligently gone hunting for me, so I knew that she cared. I knew that she would never... ever ... cheat on me, even if I wasn't with her to be cheated on. But then why was she having lunch with Farnsworth? Unable to shake the niggling of doubt in my mind, I flipped open my cell phone and held down a speed-dial. Evania looked at me curiously, while Vivienne just seemed impatient. But two rings later, Cassandra picked up the other end of the line. "Jon- ... hello?" "It's me." "I know," she replied before I heard a rustle. "Excuse me," she said faintly, as if talking to someone else. And then I heard the clacking sounds of her heels on hardwood as she apparently moved somewhere to get more privacy. "I nearly said your name and blew everything. Is everything alright?" she asked me. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I just wanted to check in on you. It's been a few days now, and the last thing I want to do is make you worry about me." "Thank you," she said with obvious relief. "I have been worrying, but Evania has been keeping me informed." "She has?" I turned and shot my valet a look. Evania looked a little taken aback at my expression. "Don't be angry with her. I asked her to." I sighed and rolled my eyes. I really shouldn't have expected anything less. "Anyways, I wanted to know how you're doing. Where are you right now? It doesn't sound like the office in the background." "Oh, I'm at Bobby Van's," Cassandra informed me. "Alone?" "Of course not. Fat Tony is here to keep me company. He's always eager to finish my steaks if I don't," Cassandra laughed. I smiled thinly. Just Fat Tony? Was there a reason she hadn't mentioned Farnsworth? I wanted to trust her, but why would she keep that from me? Just what the fuck was going on? But just as my blood started to heat up again, Cassandra was continuing. "And I'm meeting with Agent Farnsworth as well. After a few months with no news, there's been some new activity on the investigation. Barry offered to come to the office, but I decided I'd treat him to some lunch. After all the money they've recovered for us, I figure he deserves a good meal." Ahhhhh... I sighed contentedly, relaxing quite a bit at her honesty. I KNEW I could trust Cassandra, right? "That's good," I replied. "It's the least we can do. What's the news?" "Oh, I don't know just yet. We were just sitting down and I haven't even ordered yet. I'll call you when this is through, okay?" "Sounds good. I'll talk to you later." "You will. And thanks for calling, Jonathan. I've really missed you." I sighed, looking over at the restaurant. I rather missed the place, and I wondered if I could ever go back there again. Then again, I really missed the company. Cassandra and I had shared hundreds of meals over the years at that place. And I wondered if I could go anywhere with her ever again. "I miss you too." ------- It was Friday when I realized I had absolutely nothing to do. Sure, I could've just stayed in and fucked all day, but Evania, Vivienne, and I had already engaged in torrid morning threesome that pulled three cumloads out of me, and it was only 10am. My priority was still to reconnect with Joey and Ashlyn. My ex-girlfriend's two-day moratorium on visits had passed, but she had not called me to tell me it would be alright to come by the penthouse. I briefly considered calling her, but thought better of it. She knew I was out here, wanting to visit. I knew that she'd told me not to call. And for now, at least, I'd best not ruin things by breaking her one and only request to give her some time. The girls and I had done the sightseeing things that we really wanted to do around New York. Museums had been toured and monuments had been visited. Various international cuisines had been sampled, ranging from hard-to-find delicacies to common hot dogs from pushcart vendors. And of course, there had been sex ... a LOT of sex. We'd spent some time with Jeff and Kaitlyn. My friends were only too happy to entertain us, to chat, and of course, to have even more sex. But now Jeff and Kaitlyn were at work, and I was at a loss for what to do. I could sit around, pining after my ex-girlfriend and wondering what my baby girl was doing. But that wasn't very appealing. I was used to keeping busy, keeping myself distracted, and I was running out of distractions. So I decided it was time for my girls and me to keep exploring America. We'd spent enough time in New York, and there was a lot more country to see. "Anywhere?" Vivienne asked me with bright eyes when I told her my plan. "Anywhere," I confirmed. "For one week. Then we're coming back here." "What if your girlfriend calls you and says you can visit again?" Evania asked, ever practical. "Then I'll fly back," I answered. "She could call tomorrow. It could be next week. I don't know. Money is no object, here. Make travel arrangements, but keep things flexible, okay? I want to keep a relatively low profile, so no private jet. We'll fly domestic first class, rent cars, take taxis, whatever. Okay?" The girls just looked at each other with big smiles. And as one, they turned and answered, "Okay!" Evania had already been spending a lot of her free time doing research online, her old European Travel Agent-type habits surfacing. So it was an easy matter for her to start putting together an itinerary, of course with a lot of Vivienne's input. Once Evania had a first draft, she ran it by me. It was pretty action-packed, and though anywhere is within reach when you're flying, she was trying to have us cover almost the entire country in seven days. "Let's scale it back for now, and take our time," I told her. "This won't be our only opportunity to visit these places. I promise you there will be other trips." She nodded and worked to cut things down. I felt a hitch in my throat when I realized the girls wanted to see Mount Rushmore of all places. I still remembered how Ashlyn had joked about taking a photo of her, Taylor, and me having a threesome in front of those big heads. I wasn't sure I could actually go there without thinking of them, but fortunately, Evania crossed it off the list as there wasn't much else to do in South Dakota. In the meantime, I settled myself in front of the TV, zoning out to whatever entertainment presented itself. I channel-surfed for a bit until a listing in the guide caught my attention. And despite the warning note in the back of my head telling me it was a bad idea, I found myself pressing the button to switch over to the afternoon edition of Celebrity Sightings. I should have listened to the warning note. The photo on the screen was of Ashlyn. There was no mistaking that gorgeous face, the copper-red hair, or the killer body artfully covered by a smoking hot green dress. There was also no mistaking that she was holding hands with a dashing young man, dressed in a fine Armani suit with a six-o'clock shadow making his already square jaw look even more masculine. I must have missed quite a bit during my time away, because the breathy young reporter was going on about how Ashlyn had been seen on several occasions with one Nicolas Petrov, a Russian hockey player for the New York Islanders. And then came the dagger. There was video of Ashlyn carrying Joey in her arms as they shopped at some boutique downtown. Charlotte and Evelyn were both in the background. And some paparazzi burst in front of them, asking, "What is your relationship to Nicolas?" "We're just friends," Ashlyn replied dismissively, hiding behind her dark sunglasses and turning away and into the store, where the cameras wouldn't be able to follow. But just before she entered, the same paparazzi asked, "And what can you say to the rumors that John Kwong has come back to New York?" I expected Ashlyn to ignore the question and just go inside. But then they probably wouldn't have been showing this clip. And sure enough, she stopped right in front of the door and turned around. The camera quickly zoomed in on my ex-girlfriend's face. "John Kwong is his own man, who can come and go whenever he wants," Ashlyn said tiredly. "He's moved on ... And so have I." The clip ended and the screen returned to the talking head. I tuned the reporter out and sagged against the couch's backrest, my jaw in my lap. Just then, Evania came into the bedroom, holding her laptop with a brand new itinerary draft for our impromptu trip. "Just one question," she began. "When do you want to leave?" Still gaping at the TV, I shook my head sadly and sighed. "As soon as possible." ------- -- JUNE (ONE WEEK LATER), NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA -- "Mmm ... How about... her?" I set my wine glass down and leaned further back into my chair. Discreetly, I turned my head to look in the direction Vivienne's eyes had rolled. And with a bit of surprise, I raised my eyebrows. "Hmm. The waitress?" Vivienne nodded, a hint of a smile on her face. I glanced back over to the woman in question, letting my mind percolate with the possibilities. We were at Arnaud's, in the French Quarter. After a day spent watching the craziness on Bourbon Street, we'd retired to this more upscale establishment for dinner. It was a formal place, meaning I had to wear a jacket at the ladies were in nice dresses. It also meant that the waitress was more refined than the typical college-aged kids waiting tables in town, but she was still young and quite pretty, late-20s if I had to guess. I knew why Vivienne had chosen her. The waitress was a busty redhead, and even I could tell she bore a slight resemblance to Aveline, Vivienne's best friend back in France. And as I looked over at the slender, attractive woman in the rather sexy black and white uniform, I recalled some of my fondest memories with the Three 'V's on the yacht. "It's a little early to go girl-hunting, isn't it?" I asked quietly. Today was the seventh day of our impromptu trip across America. It wasn't the first time we'd picked up a strange girl in a new city, but we'd usually found them later in the evening at a bar or other spot for nightlife. "But I want her," Vivienne stated insistently. "You think you can get her?" Vivienne nodded confidently. "She likes women." I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. The waitress in question was not ours, was clear across the room, and had not even spoken to us. "How can you tell?" Vivienne smiled enigmatically and glanced over at Evania. My Greek valet nodded to me and touched her nose with a twinkle in her eye. "A woman knows," Evania stated knowingly. I shrugged and smiled, nodding my head fractionally. Vivienne immediately folded her linen napkin, placed in on the table, and got up. Formally, I stood as well as she left. And then I watched her make her way toward the restrooms, a sway in her hips as she glanced over to the waitress across the room. I don't know how Vivienne did it, but immediately after pouring her customer's wine, the waitress turned and headed back in the same direction. I got the distinct impression she was following my girlfriend. So shaking my head in amused disbelief, I sat back down and picked up my glass of wine. After the shitty first week in New York, the past several days had been glorious. Six days ago, we took the Acela Express train to Washington, D.C. The girls mugged for the camera around all the monuments, and we took in a play as well. More entertainment was found with a high-powered Congressman's aide, who was over-stressed and underappreciated in an upscale bar in Georgetown. We spent the weekend with Carina, who found both her inner dominatrix with Evania and her inner sub with me. I just knew that Washington was probably the kinkiest city I'd ever been in. We then flew to Memphis, Tennessee. It had been one of my first suggestions to leave off the itinerary back when we were putting together this trip. But the girls had absolutely insisted on it. They just HAD to visit Graceland, as for some strange reason, both of them were really big Elvis fans. We also found a few bars playing live country music. Evania wanted to get pounded by an American cowboy, and after finding the right one, she made him keep his hat on while he did just that. I didn't mind, since we also brought home said cowboy's Southern Belle girlfriend, and I got to pound her. We even spent a night on Tommie Joe's houseboat, where the five of us brought new meaning to the phrase "rocking the boat". A few days later, Evania boarded our plane wearing Tommie Joe's cowboy hat, and I boarded with Sally Mae's panties in my pocket. And now we were in New Orleans. We had two nights here before flying back to New York, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it. Heck, I intended to enjoy every day of my life, period. And when Vivienne returned to the table, I was pretty sure we were well on our way to that goal. "Ahem, your lipstick is a little ... ah..." I glanced at my girlfriend, miming at the corner of my mouth. Vivienne's eyes popped, and she quickly retrieved a compact from her purse. Staring into the little mirror, she dipped her napkin into her water and then wiped clean the mussed up lipstick, which was a much darker shade of red than her own. Once she'd cleaned up, my French babe put away the compact and then smiled bashfully at me. She giggled and then reached for her wine glass, stating demurely, "She gets off at 11. And you will love this, Tohm..." Vivienne paused to take a sip from her glass, leaving the end of her sentence hanging. I held my breath for a few seconds, eagerly waiting for her to finish. And then with a grin, she set the glass back down and said, "Her name is Virginie." ------- Virginie got off at 11, and then she "got off" at 11:20 ... and again at 11:26 ... and then again at 11:40. The 11:20 and :26 were with Vivienne's tongue in her twat. The 11:40 was with my cock ramming her pretty pussy and HER tongue in Vivienne's twat. And I know the buxom waitress got off many, many more times after that. But by then, I wasn't paying any attention to the clock. As for me, I got off three times that night, once with each of my three 'V's for the evening: After pounding Virginie's pussy while she lay flat on her back with Evania sitting on her face and Vivienne sucking Evania's tits, I pulled out and crammed my cock into Evania's mouth just in time for her to swallow my spending. After lining up all three 'V's across the bed doggy-style, I played the always fun game of pussy roulette. Virginie won. And just to complete the trifecta, Vivienne lubed herself up and let me plug up her ass. But that was only after the four of us crawled all over each other on the bed, fingering and fucking and sucking in a messy tangle of flesh for a good twenty minutes. It had been a good trip. ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- I lay in bed, propped upright against the headboard while idly watching TV. As much as I loved being in the bedroom, as so many wonderful activities took place in such a place, I would have preferred to be out in the living room. The couch was a more comfortable place to be for channel surfing, and the TV out there was bigger. But we'd just returned to our Manhattan apartment this afternoon. We already had a standing invitation for Jeff and Kaitlyn to come over for dinner after they got off work. And Vivienne just HAD to try out this new French-Cajun recipe that Virginie had taught her yesterday. Evania, of course, was right by Vivienne's side as a sous chef. That left me all alone, devoid of companionship, so I'd wandered into the kitchen and offered to help out as well. Big mistake. If there was one thing I absolutely couldn't do, it was cook. As a bachelor living on my own, my fridge had been stocked with frozen pizzas and take out menus stuck to the door with magnets. It was that inability to do anything more than boil water that had led me to meet Nicole Gellar, a long time ago in another life, when I was having Chinese food delivered up. Anyways, the point is that Vivienne had asked me for some cooking utensil, in French since she didn't know the word for it in English, and I was NOT following at all. One miscommunication led to two, and then my girlfriend simply banished me from not only the kitchen, but the main room entirely. "Go to your room!" she'd commanded. Sighing and apologetic for not being able to help, I obeyed. And that's how I ended up sitting in bed while killing time flipping channels. I must have lost track of the time. The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door quickly followed by it swinging open. And then a familiar blonde head poked through. "Hiya, John." Kaitlyn beamed at me. "Hiya, kitten," I replied, sitting up straight and turning off the television. "You guys just arrive?" "Uh-huh," the slender but stacked blonde replied, moving into the room and kicking the door closed behind her. She moved quickly, unbuttoning the gray vest she wore over a pale yellow blouse. "Jeff's helping the girls put the finishing touches on dinner." "You're not helping?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. "Nuh-uh," she shook her head quickly, her green eyes sparkling. "Vivienne felt bad for ordering you away. She sent me in here to make it up to you." "Did she now?" "Uh-huh," Kaitlyn answered with a giggle. The vest was off, and now her nimble fingers were working the blouse. "I've missed you this last week." "Come now. I know your boyfriend takes care of you very well." "Oh, he does. And Skip and Lily visited two days ago." She pulled the blouse open, revealing a white lace bra that did much to present Kaitlyn's big tits for maximum viewing pleasure, making them look even bigger on her skinny frame. "But a part of me will always love being with you." ------- A part of me would always love being with her. The first time I ever pinned Kaitlyn down and reamed out her skinny body had been one of the greatest fucks of my life. And each encounter since then had been just as much fun. The pair of us romped around the bed, clutching at each other's bodies as we exchanged sloppy, wet kisses. My iron-hard cock dug into her side as I pawed at her big tits. She turned and left a wet streak of her arousal on my thigh as she clambered over me to rub herself against my hip bone. Blonde hair was flying everywhere, and the room was filled with the sounds of both of us laughing. Eventually, we managed to straighten ourselves out enough to get to the fucking. I lay across my bed sideways, my head hanging off the edge while she planted her hands on my belly and elevated herself above my cock. We both groaned as she descended around me, and almost immediately we were urgently humping like animals in heat. For a while, I just lay my head over the edge and enjoyed the feeling of her tight snatch sliding up and down my pole while she scratched her fingernails against my chest. But my neck started getting sore, so I scrabbled at the mattress to sort of angle myself until the back of my head was safely perched on top of the bed again. Kaitlyn leaned over me with her blonde hair hanging down in my face and tickling my chin. Laughing, I batted it away and then grabbed her sides, moving her just a bit higher so that those big swaying tits were swaying into my face. I latched onto a swollen nipple and suckled happily while she crooned her enjoyment above me. "Suck me, baby. Suck me." At some point, she started feeling ticklish, and her giggle spasms plus her still gyrating body made it almost impossible to maintain my liplock. So I growled and rolled us over. My cock became dislodged as we did so. But she immediately spread her knees to the sides and urgently gestured me back. I centered my cock and then slammed forward with every ounce of force I could muster, and she both grunted and groaned ecstatically as we took up the fucking rhythm once again. "Fuck my little pussy..." the 23-year-old babe groaned. "Fuck me harder. Pound me! Harder!" "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted as I rammed her. My kitten always did like it a little rough. She dug her heels into my ass to get me to drive deeper. Her nails dug into my shoulders. And she howled her delight as we generally fucked each other's socks off. "Fuck me. Violate my little body," she crooned. And then with an electric flash in her eyes, she lay her arms back, tilted her chin up, and husked, "Hurt me." I'd never fucked Kaitlyn harder than I did just then. Sometime later, with certainly bruised pelvises, Kaitlyn and I went into the final thrashes before orgasm. I was grunting uncontrollably, driving every last Newton of power I could muster against the hot young blonde's pussy on every stroke. And she screamed over and again, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!" That last word escalated into a scream as my kitten tightened up in orgasm. She threw her head back and clenched her eyes while howling in pleasure. And I certainly felt the ripples of her inner muscles as she came. "Aaarrrrrghhh!" I growled a moment later. At last, I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Kaitlyn's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. She clutched at me with all four limbs, gasping out her own pleasure. Wave after wave of creamy spunk flowed like a fire hose into the back of the young blonde's womb. And our bodies thrashed violently until our energy ran out and we collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied. That was a good one. In the five years since we'd first started fucking, the sex had only gotten better. The energetic but inexperienced 18-year-old had possessed a tight body and luscious curves, but the 23-year-old still had those plus the skills and moves to go along with them. "Mmm..." Kaitlyn sighed happily, patting my shoulder. "That was a good one." I chuckled, answering, "You read my mind." "So you have a nice trip?" "Right now, I'm glad to be back," I chuckled, nuzzling her neck. Without a word, she turned her face to mine, grabbed my cheek, and planted a firm kiss on my lips that was filled with much more tenderness and feeling than the previous frenzy of our fucking would have indicated. It was a very sweet kiss, and when we finally broke, I found myself staring into Kaitlyn's big emerald eyes as the weight of words unspoken remained heavily behind our gazes. We lay like that for another thirty seconds, and then the moment passed. Kaitlyn turned her face away, looking upwards again. So after catching my breath, I lifted my dead weight off her chest by leveraging myself up onto my elbows. I then gave the cute blonde a peck on the lips and started pulling back, keenly noticing the sodden squish of her cum-soaked pussy. Kaitlyn noticed it as well. She looked down between us as I pulled away, and then reached down to finger the cream oozing out of her. "You know, I should have asked this two weeks ago when you first did it, but did I graduate to the list of girls you'll cum inside of?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "What?" She smiled. "You know: The List." I knew. "Uh ... not exactly..." I mumbled, wincing. Kaitlyn pouted, and I held my hands up defensively, realizing that I needed to explain further. "It's not that I don't trust you, kitten. I do. That's why I moved here, to this building, to be with you and Jeff. It's just that I got ... ah ... fixed." "Fixed?" She raised her right hand and mimed cutting with a pair of scissors. "No, no. I didn't get a vasectomy. It was Cassandra's idea, actually. After Ashlyn moved out and Taylor checked into rehab, I started getting a little ... uh ... reckless. She wanted to protect me, so she had me get this Advanced RISUG injection. I can fire away, but there're no more tadpoles coming out." "Ever?" "No, no. It's fully reversible, unlike a vasectomy. But while I'm still plugged, there's zero percent chance of me knocking someone up. I got fully tested. We made sure of it." "Oh, okay." She nodded, looking down at her pussy again, coating up a finger with jizz and then raising it up to look at speculatively. Kaitlyn was clearly contemplative, so I dropped down onto one elbow beside her. "You alright, kitten?" "Yeah..." she replied distantly. She examined her finger for another few seconds before turning and bringing herself back down to Earth. "I was just remembering that time between us. You know, when I thought-" "When you thought you were pregnant," I finished. She nodded. "False alarm. But I can't help but wonder how things might have been different." "Hmm..." My thoughts drifted back as well. The first thing that had gone through Kaitlyn's mind was an abortion, which ultimately would've been about the same as finding out it was a false alarm. I'd still have ended up with Taylor. And she'd have gone on to eventually meet Jeff. But if she hadn't gotten an abortion? If she'd kept the baby? Our baby? What then? At the time, Kaitlyn said she didn't love me, that she didn't want to marry me. But who knows what could have changed in 9 months? Maybe I still would have ended up with Taylor. Maybe I would have ended up with Taylor AND Kaitlyn. Either way, the paths our lives had taken to get to this point would have been drastically different. And maybe that other life would have been better than this. Maybe, instead of lying here post-coital with Jeff's girlfriend, I'd be lying here with my wife, the mother of my children. Maybe instead of pretending to the whole world that my name was Tom Eriksen, I'd still be Jonathan Kwong, only a different Jonathan Kwong who hadn't had to endure all the things he'd endured in the last year. But that wasn't the case. All the "maybes" in the world didn't matter. THIS was the reality I faced today. And as if on cue, there was a knock at my bedroom door. Kaitlyn instinctively pulled the blanket over her naked body, but then relaxed as the door swung open to reveal my girlfriend. Vivienne smiled at us with mirth in her eyes, and she asked, "Était-ce bien?" I smiled and replied, "Très bien. It was great." My girlfriend nodded, happy that I was happy. And she gestured back out into the main room. "Dinner is served." ------- Vivienne's delectable dinner was the capper on a simply fantastic week. In the past nine days, we'd eaten the most wonderful foods America had to offer, from continental in D.C., Southern-style in Memphis, and French-Cajun in "New Awlins". We'd done a ton of sightseeing, from monuments to the mansions of dead rock stars to riding a fanboat across the Louisiana Bayou. We'd shopped left and right, as the extra suitcases my girls brought back attested to. And of course, we spent a lot of time getting naked in bed. It was everything I had once told Vivienne my lifestyle would NOT be. I hadn't planned for this. My original intention had been to return to America as Jonathan Kwong and piece my life back together. But for the most part, Tom Eriksen had simply lived his life day to day, going from one temporary pleasure to the next. As Skip had commented that evening at Savann, it was a pretty nice life. "But where is this life going?" I exhaled and looked into the bottom of my wine glass. There were still a few sips of pinot there, and I sloshed the dark red liquid around a bit before returning my eyes up to Kaitlyn. She sat on the other couch, propping her head up with one elbow on the armrest, her other hand mindlessly rubbing Jeff's knee as he sat beside her. And she waited patiently for me to answer her question. Kaitlyn had waited until Vivienne and Evania were out of the room. They had worked all evening to prepare our dinner, and we'd already toasted their successful recreation of Virginie's favorite French-Cajun dish. The girls had joined us for a glass of wine after the meal. But once that was finished, both of them had returned to the kitchen and dining area to clean up, refusing our offers to help. Now alone, Kaitlyn pressed her question when it became clear I wasn't answering her very quickly. "John, seriously. How long are you going to keep this up?" "As long as I need to," I replied defensively. "It's working. Nobody recognizes me. Celebrity Sightings hasn't squawked about Jonathan Kwong since we arrived. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel safe in this city." "I'm not talking about the Tom Eriksen identity. I'm talking about this Tom Eriksen LIFE." "What about it?" "Is this all you're going to do for the rest of your life? Sit on your pile of money? Sightsee with your girlfriend? Hang out and have dinner with us?" I arched an eyebrow. "Am I bothering you guys? I'm only back for a few hours and I'm already cramping your style?" "No, no, of course not. We love having you near. You've been great company." "Then?" Kaitlyn sighed and patted Jeff's knee again, looking at her boyfriend for strength and support. And it was Jeff who leaned forward and asked, "When are you going to go put your old life back together? Wasn't that the plan? Cassandra, Ashlyn... Taylor." I turned my head and massaged my temples at the mention of my wife's name. It still hurt to think of what had happened to her in the aftermath of JJ's death. And even though I knew I would have to face her again, memory of the pain we'd both gone through as well as the knowledge of just how big a mountain I would have to move made me want to curl up into a ball and procrastinate that day away. Heck, I'd already procrastinated this long. Nothing had stopped me from flying out to Malibu the day I'd arrived back in America. Nothing except for my own fears. "I'm not ready yet." "Not ready for Taylor?" "No." I'd said it so quickly and so emphatically that Kaitlyn and Jeff just looked at each other for a moment. Kaitlyn sighed and then looked back over at me. "What about the others?" "Cassandra is fine. She's my rock. And I have all the faith in the world that she'll be waiting for me when I go back to Montauk." "Fine. One down." Kaitlyn held up three fingers and then dropped her ring finger. I sighed. "I TOLD you about Ashlyn. Joey was happy to see me. Ashlyn ... less so." "You only visited what, three times? And the last was two weeks ago." "She asked me for space. Are you telling me I should go against her wishes and pressure her?" "It's hard for us to say," Jeff replied. "Unfortunately, we were never that close to her. She's your ex-girlfriend. Are you saying that your instincts are telling you to stay away like this?" "I don't know what my instincts are telling me," I groaned. "I hate to say it, but it was easy for us to be in love when things were going well. But it wasn't so easy once the going got rough. Once Taylor went to pieces, all my energy went to her. And I had no idea how to continue taking care of Ashlyn. That's why she left me in the first place." "But you do want her back." "I miss what we had together. And of course, there's Joey. It's just that Ashlyn and I had clear white-hot lust for each other. But I don't know that we can ever recapture the magic we once had. I honestly don't know if we're meant to be." Kaitlyn frowned, looking sympathetic. But she nodded and dropped her middle finger. "That only leaves one person left." Taylor. "I'm not ready," I repeated. "I don't know what to say to her when I see her." "Tell her you love her and want her to come home," Jeff said with a shrug. "It's not that simple." "Of course it is," he replied sagely. "No, it's not," I barked. "You don't get it." Jeff exhaled. "And you're making this more complicated than it needs to be." "What's different? Huh? I've always loved her, and she was home before. She still ended up going cokehead with the snowbunnies and ended up in rehab. Nothing's changed." "You don't know that," Kaitlyn murmured. "A lot of time has passed. Promises is more than a glorified hotel; they're really trying to help her. She won't be the same person she was four months ago. She'll be better. That's WHY she went to rehab, to become better for you. And maybe by now, she's ready for you to come get her." I sighed and looked at the bottom of my glass again. "I'm not ready to go to her yet. Maybe I'm not done with MY rehab." "This isn't rehab," Kaitlyn stated firmly. "This is you running away from your life. Physically, you're not in Europe anymore, or even ... what ... New Orleans? But so far, you're in the same vacation from reality you've been living for the past three, four months." "What are you saying?" "I know what you're thinking, John," Kaitlyn said a little more forcefully, emphasizing my real name. "I was thinking almost the same thing little more than an hour ago." "What?" Kaitlyn looked over at her boyfriend, squeezing his leg firmly. She looked at him apologetically, and said, "Before dinner, I was wondering what life would have been like if I'd really gotten pregnant with John's baby five years ago. You remember the story, babe?" Jeff looked at his girlfriend, not yet sure what to think. But he nodded, "Yes." "I wondered what it might be like to live that other life. Not that this one is bad, mind you," Kaitlyn said directly to Jeff. "But it would have been different. Maybe ... just maybe ... I'd be the one married to John by now. Maybe I'd have an adorable 4-year-old running around, one that looked a little like Joey. Just ... maybe..." Jeff pinched his lips, holding onto Kaitlyn's hand atop his knee. "But it was nothing more than idle fantasy. I love you, babe. I love this life I have with you, okay?" Jeff swallowed thickly, then nodded. Kaitlyn turned to me. "No matter the fantasy, this reality is what I truly have. All the 'maybes' in the world don't matter. I didn't get pregnant. You ended up with Taylor. And I found my 'One'. I'm happier for it. I'm sorry, John, but even if I could change my life into that of my fantasy, I wouldn't. I'm right where I belong." "What are you trying to say?" I asked, the answer already in my head. "You CAN change your life into your fantasy, right here, right now. You've got the money, the connections, and the means to pull it off. There's nothing really stopping you from permanently settling into this corner apartment and starting your life over from scratch with these two beautiful women by your side." Kaitlyn gestured behind me, and I turned to see that Vivienne and Evania were both standing at the doorway to the kitchen. They'd clearly rejoined us at some point, hanging back and listening. "But is that what you really want?" Kaitlyn continued. "To be Tom Eriksen forever?" Yes, I thought immediately. No more paparazzi. No more financial headaches. No more thinking about all the tragedy that had already come to my family. Kaitlyn was right: I had the means to start over again. And as I looked over at Vivienne, seeing that expression of adoration on her face, I smiled. "Don't take the easy way out, John," Kaitlyn said softly from my right. "Think of what you'd be leaving behind. I'm sorry, but I owe it to Taylor to make you see reason. Your real name is Jonathan Kwong. You are married. You have a daughter who still depends on you. When you first came here, you told me you'd come home to get your family back. Don't give up on that." My heart thudded in my chest. I wasn't consciously aware of my expression changing. But as I watched Vivienne watching me, I watched her expression changing in reaction to mine. "Your wife went through hell for you, John," Kaitlyn stated. "You owe it to her not to give up." She's right, my conscience told me. I'd told myself once before that it wouldn't be fair to the people who loved me to just grab a Grecian beach house, make a home with Vivienne and Evania, and then spend my money on pleasurable things until I died from sexual overload. This apartment wasn't a Grecian beach house, but I'd started to do just that. Plus, Taylor wasn't the only one waiting for me. Somewhere, probably at the mansion at Montauk, Cassandra was still wondering how I was getting along without her. Just like I believed with every fiber of my being that she would wait for me forever, I knew that she believed I would one day come home and be hers again. How could I start my life over, and not have her in it? And even if Ashlyn and I never figured out how to recreate our magic, Joey would forever be my daughter. I'd lost JJ, but I still had one child left. Becoming Tom Eriksen would mean leaving her behind, but didn't I owe it to Joey to ensure she had a father growing up? Even if I had the financial means to start over as Tom Eriksen, I would never be able to leave behind those things that were a part of Jonathan Kwong. And if I could never truly let go of Jonathan Kwong, then being Tom Eriksen was impossible. I sighed and looked back at Kaitlyn. I paused for a moment to collect myself, and then nodding, I said, "You're right." She just nodded along with me. I took one more look at Vivienne, letting myself fantasize for just one more moment what we might have been in another life. With a strained face, I then pulled myself away. I set my wine glass down and stood up, already fishing into my pocket for my cell phone. And I stood up, excusing myself to make a call. In the privacy of my bedroom, where just an hour ago Kaitlyn and I had both briefly fantasized about what life might have been like if we'd had a baby together, I called the one person in the world I needed the most. She picked up on the first ring. "Jonathan?" Cassandra answered breathlessly, eager excitement in her voice. "Hi. I need you to help me get to Malibu." ------- Vivienne accepted that I needed to go to Malibu and visit Taylor. I'd warned her from the beginning that I was returning to America to get my wife back. And she'd accepted the possibility that my wife would return into my life. But she didn't accept my decision to leave her in New York. "Tohm, NO!" she protested with a look of abject misery on her face, once she realized I was dead serious. Less than a month ago, I'd seen the same expression on her face, at the Athens airport when I'd told her I would be sending her home to France. Back then, I'd steeled my resolve and left, focusing on the goal of getting my family back. But then Vivienne had raced back to the yacht, refusing to leave me. And eventually she talked me into bringing her along to America. But not this time. I steeled my resolve once again, focusing on what I needed to do to get Taylor to come home. And to do that, I couldn't have Vivienne with me. "Why not?" she complained. "You said you would not have to hide me?" "And I'm not hiding you. I'm going to tell Taylor point blank that you're my girlfriend." "But how can you leave me behind? Don't you care about me?" she whined, tears trickling down her cheeks. I sighed, willing her to understand. Reaching my arms out, I pulled her to my chest, hugging her tightly. And fighting back tears of my own, I replied, "Of course I care about you. Vous êtes mon cheri." "Then why?" "It's because I care about you too much, Vivienne." I released her and took a full step back. "You make me happy, too happy. You distract me from the bad things in my life. But for this, I need to be able to focus. I can't be distracted." "I won't distract you." I just gave her a look. "Well..." she started again. "I won't be in the way!" "Of course you won't. But just being near me is more than I'll be able to handle right then. I'm not leaving you behind because I don't care about you. I'm leaving you behind because ... well..." My voice trailed off as my tongue got thick around the L-word. I'd said it to her once already, the night before that last day in Athens. But then I'd immediately taken it back the following morning. I cared about her, truly I did. In fact, I really believed deep down that Tom Eriksen DID indeed love Vivienne, and had for some time. But for this, I couldn't be Tom Eriksen anymore. And if I took Vivienne with me, a part of me still would be her "Tohm" at a time when I really needed to be Taylor's "Johnny". Vivienne had gone quiet, hanging on my last sentence, praying to hear the L- word pass my lips. But I couldn't. "Please understand: You do this to me." I gestured back and forth between us. "I'm sorry." ------- -- LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA -- "Do you think she's okay?" Evania looked at her watch, checking the time. Our flight had been delayed getting us to LAX, and by the time we got back to our hotel room after eating dinner in the lobby restaurant, it was already after 11pm in New York. Vivienne would likely be holed up in the apartment, watching a movie and feeling lonely. "I'm sure she is fine," Evania said reassuringly as we set down our bags. Lodging for the night was an inconspicuous room at the airport Marriott, nothing flashy, although we were at least on the concierge level. She turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, giving the mattress a few test bounces. And then she looked up at me. "Vivienne is a big girl who can take care of herself, even in a strange city. And Kaitlyn promised she would check in on her." I looked a little skeptical at that. After Kaitlyn had rather forcefully insisted that I stop pretending to be Tom Eriksen and go get my wife, things had been a little frosty between her and Vivienne. My girlfriend didn't take it personally, but she couldn't help but feel that Kaitlyn's views were working against her not-so-secret desire for me to permanently become Tom Eriksen and live the rest of my life with her. "I should call her." "You DID call her, when we landed," Evania reminded me. "Vivienne is my friend, but you asked me to help you stay focused, sir." "I'm trying," I said, trying to bring up Taylor's face in my mind. The image I recalled was the way she looked at me on our wedding day, three years ago. But every time I did, another image threatened to invade. It was the way Taylor looked when I found her that last time, at Giorgio's, coked out of her mind, with bloodshot eyes, and ... and ... her face... Evania was suddenly in front of me, holding my head in her hands, a concerned look in her dark eyes. I looked up at her, grimacing. And I closed my eyes again while telling her, "I can't. If I think about Taylor right now, it just hurts too much. But if I think about Vivienne, all I can think is how she must feel so abandoned and-" "Think of me," Evania stated evenly, staring at me with laser intensity. "Focus on me." I opened my eyes and looked at her, taking in her smoldering face. I turned to look down for a moment, but Evania jerked my gaze back to her eyes. She held the sides of my head firmly, keeping me locked in on her. And then tilting my head to the side, she moved herself in and gently pressed her mouth to my own. I closed my eyes again and lost myself to the little electrical sparks dancing across my lips. I kissed her back a little harder, a moan sounding in my throat as she slid her hands around the back of my head. My own hands reached up to stroke her spine before the left hand settled on her shoulder and the right drifted down over her ass. We kissed for what felt like an hour. Twice, I felt like breaking away. Twice, Evania pulled me back to her, increasing her pressure and kissing me like she never wanted to let me go. Every time my mind would start to wander, she changed what she was doing with her lips and her tongue so that my attention was brought right back to the way she was kissing me. And after a while, she was the only one in the world I could think about. Only then did Evania pull away. She panted heavily, catching her breath. But at the same time, she traced her fingertips along my forehead and down my cheek. At 5'7", she could let her head fall back and still look up at me. And with a dreamy smile, she cupped the side of my face and murmured, "Take me..." "How do you want it?" I asked, my hand on her ass rubbing more firmly. "Take all of me..." Evania husked right back. And then she let her arms fall off me, spreading them to the sides in a clear gesture of surrender. She saw me smile, and she smiled in return. So when I stooped to wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up, she just giggled and held onto my shoulders, letting me carry her back to the bed. My body landed atop hers a split-second after her back hit the mattress. Instantly, her arms were around my neck and her leg hooked around mine as our tongues did battle inside her mouth. My valet had changed into a dress for dinner, and my left hand was able to slide underneath the hem, dragging it higher while I caressed her thigh. She mewled into my mouth when I cupped her ass again, my fingertips darting into her buttcrack, held back by the strap of her thong though nothing but bare skin was beneath my palm. And her hands went from rubbing my back to urgently tugging at my shirt. Our clothes were a forgotten memory within two minutes. Once we were both naked, I gathered Evania's wrists in my hands and planted them against the mattress above her head. I pushed at them firmly, indicating that I did not want her to move them. And then I reached down again, this time to grab her ankles. The fetching brunette did not resist as I pushed her legs back until her knees were pressed against her own chest. I rolled her body up like an armadillo, raising her hips into the air and fully exposing her vulnerable nether holes to me. She kept her hands on the mattress behind her obediently, and looked up at me with a mixture of lust and respectful loyalty. So when I raised her feet over my shoulders, she simply crossed her feet behind my head and eagerly cooed as I sank my dick into her wet snatch. "Mmmm..." "Ahhhh..." I sighed contentedly. As always, she was warm, tight, and welcoming. Evania's dark irises flashed with an inner flame as she smiled, happier that she was pleasing me than anything else. And then her smile turned into a grimace of pleasure as I pulled my hips back and started to pump in and out of her. "Take me, sir..." she moaned. I saw her arms twitch, clearly desiring to reach up to me, before she remembered to keep her hands back. I gave her the reminder anyways, reaching up with my right hand to pin her wrists down, while I kept my left hand on her hip to guide my thrusts. In this position, with her body curled up to meet me, I was getting incredible depth. My cock plunged into the farthest recesses of her pussy with each stroke. And I was hammering her hard enough to knock the wind out of her with every single thrust. Of course, my weight pinning her own knees against her chest probably had something to do with it as well. Evania wasn't getting much air as I continued to pound her, not letting up with the pressure. And the lack of oxygen, though a little dangerous, was also heightening the pleasure sparking through her nervous system as I rapidly pistoned my cock in and out. "Take ... me..." she croaked with what little air she had. Her eyes were getting moist as she fought for breath. "Take me ... sir..." she gasped. I kept fucking her hard. Evania's eyes were wobbly, but this close to orgasm her body was automatically thrusting back at me, her hips leaping off the mattress to meet me with every thrust. I groaned, feeling her tight pussy clamping down around me. And then I decided to finish us both off. I leaned forward a bit more, putting additional weight on her legs, which in turn compressed her lungs. Her mouth gaped open, neither sound nor air coming out anymore. And just when her eyes were about to roll up in her head, I pushed her legs apart, sending her into the splits while letting my full weight drop down on my cock in her cunt with a single, mighty thrust. "Un-guh..." Evania croaked weakly, her jaw dropping to gape her mouth open wide. No further sounds came out, but there was no doubting the way the rest of her body seized up. She gave a single violent jerk, went still for a half a second, and then her chest started vibrating up and down as if she were in the middle of a grand mal epileptic fit. Her chest wasn't the only thing seizing. All four of her limbs were twitching erratically. And more importantly for me, so were her pussy muscles. I held my weight above her, not wanting to crush her chest any further as her body desperately sucked in oxygen while she continued to spasm in an orgasm to end all orgasms. But my hips were still stirring in a counterclockwise motion, my dick carving out the walls of her clenching cunt. And within a few seconds, I came to a dead stop and let the head of my cock blow apart deep inside her. "Un-GAAAAAHHHH!" I gasped, far louder than Evania's croak had been. I had the benefit of full oxygen behind my exclamation, but my orgasm was no less powerful. And I blasted wave after wave of frothy, thick spunk into Evania's still- twitching body. "Gahhhh..." I grunted, my hips retracting and then firing again as I slammed forward a couple of inches. "Nn-guuuhhh..." I gasped a final time, my arms now giving out as I collapsed on top of Evania's trembling body, pillowing my cheek against her big tits as the final squirts of cum leaked out of me. The room went silent. Evania was panting loudly, still trying to catch her breath. But she wrapped her arms around my now-sweaty back, humming happily and holding me against her chest despite her need to get more oxygen. "Thank you," I said sincerely. "I'm sorry, Evania, but I don't tell you that nearly enough. Thank you." She panted for a few more seconds, catching her breath before replying. "No apology ... is necessary ... sir ... Thank you ... That was amazing." I chuckled. "Yeah, it was." It had been a truly mind-blowing orgasm, and for a while at least, my mind was not plagued by the complications of my life around me. "But we are not done yet," Evania chuckled, stroking my spine. "We're not?" She shook her head. "This is the first time in a long time I have had you all to myself. Perhaps I will not get this chance again for another long time. I told you I want you to take all of me, and I meant it. So there are two more holes to go." I smiled, chuckling happily. And then lifting my head, I first pecked at one of my valet's swollen nipples and then moved higher to kiss her lips. "Evania, thank you." ------- -- MALIBU, CALIFORNIA -- I awoke in the morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. It didn't hurt that I had a beautiful, naked young woman in bed beside me. And I rolled Evania over for a quick encore before we got up to get dressed for the day. The entire trip had been pretty low-key, from flying commercial to staying at the airport Marriott. And we stuck with this approach by renting a non-descript Ford to get us out to Malibu. Promises was world-renowned for its discretion, with security keeping paparazzi at bay. There were still a few photogs camping out at the main gate, waiting for a glimpse of some celebrity going in or out. But nobody noticed the beige Ford or its unfamiliar occupants as we went through. Cassandra had made an appointment for us to visit Taylor, in the name of Tom Eriksen. I showed them my fake I.D. and after filling out some visitor paperwork, I sat down in the lobby with my right knee bouncing nervously. Evania put her hand on my knee to calm it. "Everything will be fine." I cast a baleful gaze on my valet. "How could you possibly know that?" Giving me an honest look, she shrugged. "It seemed the right thing to say." I took a deep breath and gave Evania a wan smile. "Thanks for the sentiment, at least." She nodded and patted my back. A minute later, a pretty young woman in a pastel outfit that was more sundress than uniform came to fetch us. "Mr. Eriksen?" I stood and turned, quickly glancing at her name tag. "Hello, Patricia." The girl gawked at me for a second, confusion on her face before recognition set in. Clearly, she knew I was here to see Taylor. And just as clearly, she now knew exactly who I was. For the first time, I was recognized by an outsider as Jonathan Kwong. "Hello ... Mr. Eriksen," she stammered, forcing her mouth around the name. I just sighed in resignation, giving her an expectant look. "Right..." Patricia turned and gestured to a doorway. "If you'll please follow me? She's expecting you." Patricia led us down a hallway, and then another. Promises was a treatment center built high on the Santa Monica mountains of Malibu, overlooking the ocean. The building was more mansion than commercial building, a Spanish- style villa meant to feel like a luxury hotel. The floor was made of big, red terracotta tiles. Many of the side walls were painted adobe brick. And the gabled roofs had exposed dark redwood beams. I found myself glancing left and right as we moved along. I saw one pop singer seated on a couch while a therapist in a white physician's coat talked to her. I also caught sight of a picturesque garden outside, with the glorious blue ocean just beyond. But soon we came to a closed door. Patricia knocked, and then called out, "Taylor, your guests are here." And then without waiting for an answer, she reached forward and opened the door. My wife was seated on the sole bed in the private room. She was wearing an all- white dress, which blended with the white linens, all a sharp contrast to the dark frame, oak hardwood floor, and even a dark wicker chest at the foot of the bed. She was silhouetted against the sunlight coming through sliding door, which led out to the patio. And after my eyes adjusted, I realized that she was facing away from us, serenely staring outside. Evania and I went in, and then Patricia closed the door behind us. "Taylor?" I asked hesitantly. I hadn't seen my wife in nearly four months. It was the longest we'd been apart since I'd moved to New York. And even though I'd spent the last day or so thinking of almost nothing but what to say to her, I was now completely at a loss for words. "Hi, Johnny," she replied quietly, still with her back to me. She was intoxicatingly beautiful. The white dress had thin spaghetti straps that highlighted the delicacy of her shoulders and exposed the upper half of her back. If it weren't for the medical bracelet around her left wrist, I would have thought she was dressed for a vacation. Her raven-black hair was cropped short, as usual, letting me drink in the smooth grace of her neck. And her face half-turned to me, so that I could see her profile from sharp jaw to high cheekbone and pointed nose. At first, we could only see the right side of Taylor's face. She took a deep breath in, then turned around a little further to look at us. And when the rest of her face came into view, the ugly, discolored scar that crossed her cheek from just below her ear and down for part of her jawline was bared to the light for all to see. Evania gasped and covered her mouth in shock. It wasn't a pretty sight. The scar didn't add character to Taylor's face, and it wasn't subtle. The scar was a visible reminder of the severe damage Taylor had suffered in the accident, and it completely ruined the radiant symmetry of her face. All the money in the world couldn't buy surgical techniques that didn't exist yet. We couldn't fix the scar, and Taylor would never model again. And as I grimly stared at the wicked line that disfigured my wife, the past came flashing back before my eyes. That fateful day last October, Taylor had panicked over JJ's suddenly worsening rash. So she'd jumped into a limo and had a driver race off for the hospital. It was raining, and driving conditions were not good. Taylor was making things worse by screaming at the poor guy to hurry up. And when the limo hydroplaned off the road and into the tree line, she hadn't been wearing her seatbelt. I remembered jumping out of the car after it skidded to a stop at the hospital, not even bothering to close the door behind me. I was off-balance, and I literally ran into some guy in my haste. He didn't fall; we sort of caught each other and stood back up. I then just took off without an apology and heard him yelling something after me, but I didn't bother to turn around. The next month he would sue me for $300,000 for his "injuries" and "unrecoverable emotional distress" or some such bullshit. The news media were only too happy to report on it, never mind all the other shit I was going through by then. I remembered bursting into the O.R.'s viewing room. They wouldn't let me into the Operating Room myself, but I could see the doctors still at work putting my wife back together. Her broken ribs and fractured left arm would heal. And despite the copious amounts of blood running out of my wife's face, that too would heal ... mostly. JJ, despite being strapped into his carseat, wasn't so lucky. His carseat wasn't meant to take a tree branch coming in at that particular angle. The only positive was that the M.E. assured me my little boy had died instantly on impact. I remembered Taylor, curled up in a fetal position and sobbing on the linoleum hospital room floor where she'd fallen after being told her infant son hadn't survived. I remembered standing on the cliffside at the far eastern edge of my property. At the time, I could see everything, but I couldn't hear anything. I didn't hear the ocean waves crashing against the beach a hundred yards off. I didn't hear the gulls cawing as they circled on the updrafts of wind hitting the warmer landmass of Long Island. And I didn't hear the anguished wails of my wife as she mourned the loss of her only child. I remembered staring at the headstone, the first ever such grave marker on my property. It was eerie to see the words "Jonathan Kwong" etched into the stone, and I felt a shadow pass over my heart. The addition of the comma and "Junior" on the end did nothing to ease my trepidation. And it broke my heart to see "October 12" in the birth section and "October 7" in death. JJ hadn't even been able to see his first birthday. I remembered watching the tiny casket being lowered into the ground. Dirt was piled atop it. Then Taylor had flung herself onto the dirt, bawling until her body simply stopped producing liquid, leaving her to dry sob without the benefit of tears. Finally, Ashlyn stepped forward to pick her best friend up from the ground. I remembered the following several months. Taylor had taken to wearing black, all day every day, and refused to leave the family compound for any reason. She visited JJ's grave every morning, and came home with fresh tear tracks every time. She'd blamed herself for causing his death, for every reason imaginable. She stopped eating, getting perilously close to 100 pounds, not good for someone 5'10", no matter how skinny models could be. She wouldn't accept help from anyone, not Ashlyn her best friend, nor Charlotte her loyal aide, nor even me her husband. And then to my absolute horror, Charlotte caught her one day with her wrists taped and a knife poised to finish the deed. I don't think Taylor would have gone through with it, but it was a scary situation nonetheless. We talked about therapy, but two days later, Taylor came home all perky and happy and excited, as if a switch had been thrown inside her. She seduced me, telling me she wanted to celebrate being alive and that she wanted to try again, to have a new baby with me. The sex was hot and passionate. And things were looking better. But her mood swings were getting pretty wild. Cassandra was the first one to figure out Taylor was doing cocaine. We tried to get her to stop, but she lashed out at us like a rebellious teenager. I couldn't bring myself to lock her down, nor have her committed, not even when Ashlyn packed up Joey and got the hell out of there. I simply loved my wife too much. She started going out to more and more parties, facial scar be damned. The paparazzi, of course, absolutely ate up her behavior. And I was forced to see trashy photos of my half-dressed wife published in the tabloids for the whole world to see. And I remembered almost four months ago, when Taylor didn't come home. She'd been going to three or four parties a week, often coming home still wired. But she always came home. Not that night. It was after 2am when Cassandra, Charlotte, and I set out to find her. Quick calls pointed me to Giorgio's. And after speeding down the road to Southampton and clearing my way through security, we raced through the open front door and into the house. It took a while; there were a lot of passed-out bodies everywhere. But I found Taylor in a bedroom. She was naked, strings of cum across her tits and leaking out of her pussy. Her eyes were red and a trickle of blood was running out of her nose. And she stared straight up at the ceiling, completely in a world of her own. My wife was absolutely delirious, and extremely feverish. Charlotte dressed her as best as she could and we drove straight to a hospital. Taylor had overdosed on the cocaine, and despite assurances for discretion, it was all over the news the next morning. After that, I didn't have a choice. I committed Taylor into rehab, choosing Promises based on Ashlyn's recommendation. I lived for exactly one week in Montauk without her. And then unable to deal with it anymore, I'd disappeared to a rehab of my own. Now I was back. Taylor was still here. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say to her. But I had only a single goal: I wanted for the both of us to go home. Evania still had her hand over her mouth, covering her gasp of shock at the wicked scar marring my wife's face. Taylor looked at my valet, a bemused smirk tugging at her lips. She reached up, tracing the crack in her cheek with her own fingertips. And then sighing, she looked straight at me and stated, "I'm not going home with you." ------- "I'm not going home with you." I felt my heart thudding into the bottom of my stomach when Taylor said those words. I'd felt this feeling once before: after finding out that we would be bankrupt if we couldn't recover the stolen money, when Taylor told me we were done. Then, her words had only referenced our financial situation. But in my heart, I felt that she was declaring our entire lives would be over. Our relationship would have failed right along with our finances. Now, I heard the same thing. Taylor wasn't just telling me that she wasn't ready to go back to New York with me. She was telling me she would never go back to New York with me. And it absolutely crushed me inside. "Taylor ... please..." I croaked, fighting to the urge to collapse. She stood abruptly, not looking at me. She stepped around the bed, approaching us. And she extended a hand out to Evania. "Hello, I'm Taylor Brynn." I felt a further tightening in my gut at her name. Even though she had not legally changed her name with our marriage, keeping the Brynn surname synonymous with her modeling identity, Taylor had always socially introduced herself as "Taylor Brynn Kwong". Evania didn't notice, collecting herself and standing upright as she shook my wife's hand. "I am Evania Koteas. I have been Mr ... Kwong's ... valet these past few months." She had paused for a moment, forcing herself to use the unfamiliar Kwong last name. "Pleased to meet you," Taylor replied warmly, and then glanced at me while still shaking hands. "Your new Cassandra?" I grimaced, "I wouldn't call her that." "But it's accurate, isn't it?" I shrugged and nodded. Taylor looked back and forth between us, only now dropping her hand. She looked at my valet and then stated softly, "I'm sorry, but would you mind if I had a few minutes alone with my husband?" "No, of course I would not mind," Evania said quickly. She bowed her head to me to take her leave, and then left through the door to the hallway. Taylor watched her go, and then raising her chin, she tilted her head toward the sliding door and suggested, "Why don't we take a walk? It's beautiful outside." She didn't wait for an answer. She walked to the door, slid it open, and went outside. The air was warm, and a little humid, but there was a nice ocean breeze coming up the mountain that swirled the hem of Taylor's white sundress. From my angle behind her, she was magnificently gorgeous, if a little skinny, with no view of the scar that would forever remind her of her tragic past. I followed immediately. There was a lush green lawn just past the tiled patio, surrounded by vibrant wildflowers and overlooking the ocean. It only took a second to catch up to my wife and instinctively reach out to take her hand. She let me, her fingers momentarily tightening against mine. And then using our handhold as a guide, she led me over to a trail leading off the edge of the lawn and into the garden. "How have you been, Johnny?" Taylor asked me first. "I've been ... okay." "Cassandra tells me you've been more than okay." "I'm dealing. I've missed you." "Not very much, it seems." "How can you say that?" She looked at me, raising her eyebrows. "When did you get back Stateside? A week ago? Two weeks?" I winced and admitted, "Two." Taylor tilted her head to the side and arched an eyebrow at me. "Can't have missed me that much if you could wait. Three months, three months and two weeks, what's the difference?" "It's not like that." "Doesn't matter," she stated flatly, looking away from me. "You could have come before, but whatever the reasons, you chose not to. It's that simple." She squeezed my hand and led me further away. The pathway sloped downward at this point, and wooden trestles were dug into the ground to form a sort of stairway. At the bottom was a circular landing with a pretty fountain in the center and curved concrete blocks for benches around the perimeter. All of this had one of the more impressive views of the coastline, and it was to this landing that Taylor was leading me now. She sat down on one of the concrete block benches, her face turned seaward. I could only see the right side of her face, her scar deliberately kept away from me. I touched her leg, keeping my focus on her. "I'm here now. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." "Like I said: doesn't matter." She waved her hand dismissively. "How have you been?" I asked. Taylor looked at her hands. "It's not easy. Even after all this time, it's not easy. I never took enough blow to get addicted before. But now that I have, it's hell getting un-addicted. The withdrawal symptoms are killer." I grimaced, patting her thigh. "I'm sorry." Taylor shrugged. "I once made it a full three weeks without taking a hit. Then I couldn't take it any more and just HAD to find a bump. Doctor Abernathy was NOT happy when she found me the next morning." "How did you?" She glanced at me before consciously turning her face away again. "How did I get it? Easy. But that's for me to know and you not to be able to tell Doctor Abernathy." "Taylor ... isn't the point of all this to help you kick the habit?" "Of course, but I haven't reached that stage yet. I still need my source in my back pocket, just in case I have to bump again. Maybe when I feel like I don't have to have that fallback, I'll be ready to leave." "So is that why you said you're not going home with me? Because you haven't completed your rehab just yet?" Taylor gave me a Cheshire smile. "No, it's more than that." "What?" Taylor didn't answer. She just looked away from me, going silent. I started fidgeting inside wanting to press her, but I held myself in check. At long last, Taylor spoke again. "So Cassandra tells me you have a new girlfriend." "Cassandra seems to be telling you quite a bit." "And why shouldn't she?" Taylor now snapped her face to me, her cool blue eyes boring straight into the back of my skull. "She is my friend, probably my closest friend after Ashlyn and Charlotte left. I know that she, at least, still loves me." "No, no, I didn't mean..." I sighed, re-collecting myself. "I'm happy Cassandra has been keeping in touch with you. I has to have been good for you to have someone on the outside keeping you in the loop." Taylor nodded, once again looking seaward. "Cassandra tells me she's quite pretty. 'Vivienne', is it?" I just nodded. Taylor inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly. "So ... I guess your new life is complete, huh? You've found yourself a new Cassandra, and you've found yourself a new 'me'. Now all you gotta do is knock up this Vivienne or find yourself a new Ashlyn to do it and everything will be perfect, Tom." "Taylor..." I groaned. She shook her head, "No, I'm serious." She exhaled slowly, then extended her hands and rubbed her palms together rapidly, as if she were trying to build a fire. Then interlacing her fingers together, she brought them up under her chin and glanced over at me. "This time apart has been good for you, Johnny. You look healthy. You've gained some of your weight back. You were starting to look pretty gaunt there a few months ago." I gestured up and down at Taylor's own skeletal frame. She was still far too thin. "You should be talking." She chuckled at that. "I mean it. You look good. Cassandra tells me you've been traveling. You're getting laid again. Everything is better. Life as Tom Eriksen suits you." "But it's not real." "Who decides what's real?" "I do." I took a deep breath, and remember what Jeff Lee had told me to say. "Taylor, I love you. And I want you with me. Please come home." She gave me a wan smile and shook her head. "No." And then she went back to staring off at the ocean. I blinked and then furrowed my eyebrows, frustration building inside me. No explanation, no reasons, just 'no'. I sighed in exasperation and put my hand on her leg. "Taylor, why not?" She still wouldn't look at me. I saw a hitch in her breathing, and she looked downward between her feet. And then she mumbled something so quietly I couldn't hear it over the wind rustling the bushes around us. "What did you say?" I asked, leaning forward in an attempt to really look at her. When Taylor picked her face up again, she turned to fully look at me, scar and all. My eyes darted to it automatically, but I quickly returned to her eyes. And there was an obvious shimmer of moisture there. "I don't want to go home," she repeated, this time in a stronger voice. "I belong here." "Why?" "Because this place is for broken people, and I am still broken." "Then come home and let me fix you!" "We tried that, remember? Look where it got us? Me, addicted to cocaine. And you, so frazzled that you had to just up and leave." "Then we try again. And we learn from our mistakes." Taylor shook her head. "No, Johnny. No. It's better this way. This is my penance. I killed our son, and I stay here. It's more than I deserve, but then I'm too soft to really punish myself. But you? You deserve a new life. You deserve a better life, and a chance to start over." "What are you talking about?" The first tears started rolling down her cheeks. Her lower lip quivered, and her skin tone was gray. "I'm sorry, Johnny. I'm so sorry for JJ. I'm sorry ... Please ... I'm sorry..." "Taylor, Taylor!" I wrapped her up in my arms, and she shivered rather violently against me. "I'm sorry..." she whimpered, then abruptly jerked away from me. I fought to hold onto her for a moment, but let go when she tried to stand. She staggered away from me, moving toward the far end of the landing. I stood up, now on tense alert, ready to rush and grab her should she make a move to rush for the cliff's edge. She was a good ten feet away from the hill itself, so there was no immediate danger. Taylor turned back, facing me. Still crying, with her left hand she reached up and traced the scar with her fingertips. And from her right hand came a small tube filled with white powder, held in by a black rubber stopper. "I want you to be happy, Johnny. And right now, you'll be happiest without me." With that, she quickly popped the rubber out, stuck the tube to her nose, and sharply inhaled. Helpless, I held my hand out to her as the cocaine went straight up her nose. "Taylor!" She wobbled a bit, snorting and shaking her head out. I watched as her eyes went a little glassy. A goofy smile spread across my wife's face. "I love you, Johnny," she stated. And then she reached to her wrist and pressed a red button on her medical bracelet. "What?" I wondered aloud. But I didn't have long to wonder. The button lit up, an internal LED pulsing once every second. And shortly we heard the sounds of attendants hurrying down the hill toward us. Patricia was in the lead. She scurried down the steps, glancing at me but focusing her attention on my wife. "Miss Brynn, are you alright?" Still a little wobbly, Taylor turned to the attendant and gave her a goofy smile. And then she simply held up the clear tube. "Ah, shit," Patricia cursed, recognizing the tube for what it was. She turned to the male orderly with her, and barked, "Page Doctor Abernathy. The patient just relapsed." He nodded and fished out a Nextel. Meanwhile, Patricia went straight over to Taylor and took her by the arm. "Come on. Let's get you back to your room." Taylor let herself be led away. But as she ascended the wooden steps carved into the path, she glanced back at me. "I love you, Johnny. Now go and be happy." Taylor was the strongest woman I knew, stronger even than Cassandra when it came to pure willpower. I'd seen her fight through this topsy-turvy life of mine to get me in the very beginning. And I'd seen her fight through all sorts of drama — from Martin Dean to Ashlyn and beyond — ever since. But now all that was left was an utter shell of the woman she used to be. ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- I stood by myself, staring out one of the windows of the apartment I shared with Vivienne and Evania, thinking about Taylor in Malibu. Rain drops splattered against the glass just inches away from me, and dark clouds hung over the city like a tangible gloom that blotted out the sun. Though this was a mild summer shower and not a full-blown Atlantic squall, it was still a day not so unlike the day that JJ had died. I'd tried to return to Promises the next day, to get another chance to talk to my wife. But the receptionist stopped me in the lobby and wouldn't let me inside, informing me that Taylor had not approved any further visitors. I'd ranted and railed, finally barking that I was Jonathan Kwong, that I was the one who'd had her committed, and that I wanted to see my wife. The receptionist knew exactly who I was, and repeated that a patient did not receive any visitors if she didn't want them. And Taylor had explicitly told them not to let me back in. I'd called Cassandra, hoping she could pull some rank or otherwise convince them to let me through, to no avail. Short of pulling Taylor completely from the program, as was my right as the person who'd committed her in the first place, I couldn't go in to see her as long as Taylor didn't want to see me. The only one who could override Taylor's wishes was Doctor Abernathy, but when I finally spoke to the matronly therapist, she steadfastly refused my admittance as well. So I'd returned to Manhattan, to my life as Tom Eriksen. I was right back where I started, but I wasn't feeling as thrilled with my new life as I'd once been. "You were right," I said to the glass. "She's not the same person she was four months ago. She's worse." "You can't mean that," Kaitlyn said behind me. "At least then, she was trying to function as a part of this family. She was gutted inside, and she was using drugs to take away the pain, but she still wanted to be my wife. But now? Now ... she's given up." "But YOU can't give up," Kaitlyn insisted. "Seriously," Jeff added. "This is Taylor. The one and only." I shook my head slowly. "You said she went to rehab to become better for me. It seems that she's made up her mind that becoming 'better' for me involves removing herself from my life and letting me move on without her." "Because she still blames herself for JJ's death?" Kaitlyn queried. Still not facing them, I just nodded. My best friends were silent, having nothing else they could really say. I listened to the heavy raindrops ringing the glass window like a low-pitched chime for a while before I turned away from the window. I surveyed the room and the four people anxiously watching me. Jeff and Kaitlyn sat together on one of the couches, looking at each other and trying to figure out what else they could say. Evania sat on the other couch, silent, eager to assist should I call on her, but likewise at a loss for what to do for me. And Vivienne stood against the wall to my left, her arms folded across her chest, biting her lip pensively. I looked at my girlfriend, and I didn't like the lines of worry etched into her face. I walked over to her, and she instantly opened her arms to me in preparation to give me a warm hug. I appreciated the gesture, but stopped short of embracing her. I reached up and traced her cheek, feeling the tension of her jaw muscles. I stiffened when I realized I was tracing the same line as Taylor's scar, and I abruptly pulled my hand away. "I told you my life here would not be all luxury and leisure, my dear. We've had a lot of fun, but perhaps it's time that you went home." "I'm not leaving you," Vivienne stated emphatically. She looked hurt just because I'd mentioned it once again. I sighed and didn't push her. Still feeling melancholy, I simply stepped away from her and paced around the room. I reached a point where I could turn and face Jeff's and Kaitlyn's couch. And I stopped and held up three fingers. "Cassandra is still loyal, but she's back in Montauk waiting for the old Jonathan Kwong to come home, and that's just never going to happen." I dropped my ring finger. Kaitlyn frowned, and looked at me sadly. "Ashlyn is moving on with her life. Joey is in a good situation, with lots of help, and lots of little friends to play with. And she's got her hockey player. They're doing just fine without me." I dropped my middle finger. Jeff sighed and gritted his teeth. "And Taylor won't come home. She won't let me near her. She's convinced herself she destroyed our lives, and while I don't blame her for the accident, she might be right." I lowered my index finger, and then held up my empty palm. "My old life is over. It's done. And there's no going back." There was a flash of lightning in the window, followed by the ominous rumble of thunder. The speed and intensity of the rain splatters against the windows picked up. I turned to look outside, now feeling that even the weather had turned against me. And shaking my head, I simply walked into my bedroom and shut the door. ------- The others let me go, but Vivienne did pretty much what I expected her to do: she followed me. Nothing as simple as a closed door was going to keep her away. At other times over the past several weeks, whenever I'd slipped into a bout of melancholy, Vivienne would immediately come to me and try to make me happy again. This usually involved a lot of kisses, warm affection, groping hands, and eventually rolling onto her back and spreading her legs so that I could exorcise my demons with some aggressive thrusting. Not this time. I sat on my bed, my head down as I contemplated my next move. I'd been contemplating my next move ever since being turned away from the Promises lobby in Malibu, but I was no closer to an answer. The door opened shortly, and Vivienne came through, closing it behind her. Immediately, I held up my hand, palm outward in the universal "stop" sign. "No," I stated firmly. "Not this time." "But Tohm," she whimpered. And then stop sign or not, she came and sat beside me, reaching her arms around me in a fierce hug. I sighed, letting her squeeze me for all of three seconds. But just when she moved in to kiss my neck, I reached up and tugged her hand off my shoulder. "Vivienne, no," I stated firmly. And then I stood up, pacing away from her. "Leave me alone." "But Tohm-" "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I thundered abruptly. She whimpered, clearly frightened by my sudden outburst. The instant rage had even caught me by surprise. I turned around, an apologetic look on my face. "I'm sorry," I said much more quietly. Then I pointed to the door. "But please go." Biting her lip, the pretty girl nodded hurriedly and then practically ran away. When the door was shut again, I exhaled slowly and sank onto the bed once again. What to do now? The simple fact was: I'd been happier in Europe. For a brief moment, I'd dreamed of building a new life with Vivienne and Evania in the Mediterranean somewhere. But instead I'd come home with the intention of getting my old life back together. That just wasn't happening. Taylor was a broken woman who was deliberately keeping me away from her. Ashlyn was moving on. Only Cassandra still wanted to be a part of my life, but she wanted the old Jonathan Kwong back, and I wasn't him anymore. I couldn't be him anymore. There was just no rewinding the past. I held up my right hand, palm facing me. And then I curled my pinky in, using my thumb to trap it down. The three cornerstones of my old life... For whatever reason, my thumb lost its grip on my pinky, and the last little digit sprang back up to join the others. I stared at my hand for a moment. Four... Something nagged at the back of my head, telling me that this was important. It wasn't that there was a fourth cornerstone; there was no one else in my life who had meant as much to me as those three. But there was still a fourth person of significance I hadn't seen yet. Olivia. My eyes widened as I looked up, staring at the far wall. Yes, Olivia, my ex-maid. She had never been a woman of significance in my life before. She certainly wasn't wife, mother of my daughter, nor devoted personal assistant. But she'd had a significant impact on my psyche. More to the point, I'd probably had a significant impact on hers. And no matter how well the other important people of my old life were getting along without me, I couldn't forget being Jonathan Kwong without coming to some resolution with her. I'd nearly raped her. There were no doubts about it. I'd said it myself, about Martin Dean: There is no 'blowing things out of proportion'. There are no 'mitigating circumstances'. Yeah, I'd been stressed out beyond belief, under more of a mental strain than I'd ever been in my life. But rape is rape. And even though she'd fought me off before things got to that point, the intent had been there. I'd become the very monster I'd despised. The world should hate me. But I couldn't wallow in self-pity and misery. I had to see her again. No matter what anyone else told me, I couldn't leave behind this life and start a new one without talking to her. She'd put me off before. I didn't blame her then. She had the right to never look at me or speak to me again for the rest of her life. But I had to try. It was easier than I thought to find her. I didn't want to involve Cassandra. Actually, I didn't want to involve anyone. This was something I had to do for myself, by myself. Still, I knew Cassandra would know where Olivia lived nowadays, and I still had my remote access passwords into the home computer network. All the codes had been changed, obviously, since the Sharpley theft. But I had the new ones and I was easily able to VPN into the system. Cassandra also had a certain way of organizing her files. After so many years together, I knew the system intimately, and it was a simple matter to locate everything she had on Olivia Barnett. My former maid had moved out of the city after getting a big financial settlement from me. And within five minutes, I had her new address and contact information. Everyone was still in the living room when I emerged. Jeff and Kaitlyn seemed to be consoling Vivienne, who was crying on one of the couches while Evania held her hand. All four of them looked up at me as I walked out. I didn't say a word. I just went to the front door, and left. ------- -- NEW BRUNSWICK, NEW JERSEY -- After taking a seven-figure settlement, Olivia had first moved back home with her parents in New Jersey. After a couple of months off, she decided to go to college, and enrolled at Rutgers in New Brunswick. And just two months ago, she'd bought a nice house not too far from campus, living with her older sister. Despite my GPS, it took me a little while to find her house. Night was falling, and I was still a novice driver. But after an hour and a half, I pulled up outside a pretty two-story suburban home and managed to parallel park. There were lights on in the kitchen and living room. After turning off the engine, I took a deep breath and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. The last time I'd showed up unannounced at someone's house, the day had ended with Crystal Ward pointing a gun in my face. I didn't think Olivia Barnett was the type, but you never knew. Eventually, I gathered up my nerve and exited the car. I strolled casually up the walkway, took another deep breath, and then rang the doorbell. The door had a window set in the upper-half, gridded across to create four small rectangles. A curtain was covering the window from the inside, and after a minute, this curtain was pulled aside. A pretty blonde looked out at me, I assumed Olivia's sister, Alice. The family resemblance was unmistakable. "Can I help you?" she called through the door without opening it. "I'd like to speak with Olivia Barnett, if possible," I stated, doing my best to look non-threatening. It wasn't every day a strange man showed up on a young woman's doorstep. Alice frowned, looking at me as if she were trying to decide whether to volunteer Olivia's whereabouts. But just when she looked ready to say something, she jerked in surprise. Her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth while mumbling, "Ohmigod!" I shrugged and smiled bashfully. She must have recognized who I was. A second later, she closed the curtain and dashed away. I sagged, wondering what was going to happen next. Would they just hole themselves up inside until I went away? Would somebody come back to say something to me? I didn't know. I didn't have to wait long. The curtain opened up again, and this time it was Olivia staring back at me. She covered her mouth in the same look of surprise her sister had shown. But a moment later, she opened the door. "Hello, Mr. Kwong," she said politely. I had that bashful smile again, still trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "Good evening, Olivia." Alice was standing just behind her, simultaneously looking pensive and protective of her younger sister. Olivia glanced back at her as if trying to decide something. And then she stepped back and swept her hand into the house. "Won't you come in?" I nodded and stepped forward. Olivia kept looking through the door, as if expecting several other people to be following me. But when it became clear that I was alone, and that there was no luxury Maybach idling on the curb, she closed the door. "We were just getting to dinner. Would you like to join us?" Olivia asked, her gaze unreadable. "Livvie!" Alice hissed. "Oh, I've come at a bad time," I winced. "I could come back later if it would be better." But immediately after I said this, my stomach growled rather loudly. I'd been so upset after the failed trip to Malibu that I hadn't eaten anything since they served lunch on the plane, several hours ago. I blushed and patted my belly. Olivia managed a pretty smile and then shook her head. "Please, I insist." I bowed my head and replied warmly, "It would be my pleasure." "We're not interested in your 'pleasure'," Alice seethed coldly. All I could do was grimace and lower my eyes in shame. Olivia shot a look at her at her sister, and then took a deep breath, schooling her features. When she had recomposed herself, she gestured to the dining room. Things were a little awkward as the three of us moved in silence for a couple of minutes. Olivia led me to their dining table, a handsome dark wood set with six chairs. I was seated at one side and Alice was shooed into the kitchen while Olivia got out a third setting. And with nothing but embarrassed smiles between us, she also went into the kitchen. I was just exhaling, trying to relieve my pent-up tension when hissed whispers filtered through the open doorway. Alice was complaining about something, most likely my presence, and all I really made out was Olivia's reply, "He's not going to hurt us." "Do you really know that?" Alice hissed rather loudly. I didn't hear a response, but a minute later, Olivia came out with a crock pot of stew, which she set in the center of the table. Alice followed after with a bowl of potatoes and gravy. And when the two girls started heading back into the kitchen, I asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Please, you're our guest tonight," Olivia replied politely. And then she added with a tart smirk, "Besides, shouldn't you be used to people serving you?" I blushed mightily, but Alice cocked an evil eyebrow at me and pointed to a nearby cabinet. "There's wine in there. Why don't you pull out three glasses and open a bottle. I think I'm going to need it tonight." That was enough to get everyone to chuckle, greatly reducing the tension in the room. I did as ordered, opening the wine cabinet and selecting a decent Merlot. I showed it to Alice for her approval before popping it, and soon the three of us were all seated at the table. Alice said grace and then the food was served. We all got in a couple of bites before Olivia set down her fork and said, "Okay, let's get everything out. What brings you here, Mr. Kwong?" I stalled by setting down my fork and then patting at my mouth with a linen napkin. I looked at the two women and replied, "Please call me 'John'. For one thing, I'm no longer your employer. And calling me Mr. Kwong makes me feel old. I'm 32, not 62." The girls, 22 for Olivia and 26 for Alice, chuckled at that. Olivia then repeated her question. "Well then, what brings you here ... John?" "You, obviously," I answered, all of my focus on Olivia now. She was just as pretty as I'd remembered, an exquisite eye-candy package wrapped around a very efficient and hard-working blue collar maid's mentality. She'd grown her hair out a little longer, now able to let it down in a layered look instead of the more efficient maid's ponytail or bun I'd often seen her with. Her clothes were casual, befitting a college student. And she blushed cutely when I looked straight at her. "Obviously," she replied, staring down at her plate to avoid eye contact, although her cheeks were still a rosy pink. She exhaled and then shook her head. "How do you do it ... John? How do you make me feel butterflies in my stomach when you look at me like that?" "Huh?" I sat up straight in confusion. Olivia sighed dreamily and planted her elbow on the table, then set her chin on her palm. "Even after everything that's happened, you still make me feel all ... tingly ... when you look at me like that." "Like what?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. She chuckled and shook her head. "When you look at me that intensely. You used to do it a lot around the house. I knew you thought I was pretty, but you also knew the staff was off-limits. So even though you would just grab some pretty model wandering around, or Taylor or Ashlyn or whoever, you couldn't come after us. It made me feel ... special, actually." "Special?" She giggled and grabbed at her wine glass, taking a sip and then nervously setting it down. She stared down at the red liquid before saying softly, "You were John Billionaire ... You could have almost any woman you wanted in the whole world, but you couldn't have me. I was... special." I frowned and then looked at my food. "Except..." My voice trailed off. Alice finished for me, ice in her voice. "Except that you did." "Olivia, you have to know that I am so sorry for what I did." I leaned forward, reaching my hand out to hers before realizing it and jerking my hand back. "I tried to contact you for months after everything." "I know," she replied. "I listened to every single one of your voicemails. I was impressed you called me personally." I grimaced and returned my gaze to my plate. "I don't blame you for not answering. You have every right to hate me." She exhaled, drawing my attention back up to her. She then sat up straight, looking at my curiously. In another moment, she tilted her head to the side, like a bird scrutinizing something it wasn't expecting. And in a strange voice, she stated, "I don't hate you." I frowned. "You don't?" Alice chimed in, "You don't?" Olivia blinked rapidly and shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she found her voice and said, "I was confused, of course. The whole thing was rather painful, and of course I'd rather it had never happened." "Livvie, this man tried to violate you," Alice snarled. "Lissie..." Olivia said soothingly, reaching out to cover her sister's hand. Alice calmed down, but still stared daggers at me. All was silent for a minute as we settled down. Alice took a few deep breaths, and at the moment I was too nervous to say a thing. Olivia, despite being the youngest by far, was easily the most serene of any of us. She studied me again, her brown eyes boring into me. And then she asked one more time, "What brings you here?" I looked at her in confusion. "You, of course." She shook her head. "What brings you here today? Why now? It's been, what, ten months? All the news outlets think you've disappeared off the face of the planet." And then to my utter surprise, Olivia reached forward and covered my hand. "What is going on in your life right now?" I blinked quickly, not understanding. "What do you mean?" Olivia rubbed the back of my hand. "How is Mrs ... How is Taylor?" I grimaced and pulled my hand away from hers. I returned to staring at my plate, and after a few seconds, mumbled, "She's still in rehab. In Malibu. I just got back from there this afternoon." "You went to see her?" I nodded. "I wanted to bring her home." "But she didn't come back." I pinched my eyelids, fighting the urge to cry. "No." "How is Ashlyn?" "She's fine," I replied. "She and Joey moved into my 5th Avenue Penthouse with Evelyn and Charlotte. Joey's got lots of friends and ... and Ashlyn doesn't really want to see me anymore." I wasn't sure why I was telling her all this, but it was the easiest thing to do at the moment. "She's dating some ruggedly handsome hockey player." "How's the company?" "JKE?" I shrugged. "Still under sanction. Had to cut a lot of costs, but still afloat. I'm not that sure, actually. I haven't been involved in the operations in a long time. And I haven't even been in the building in almost four months." "But you recovered the money that Mr. Sharpley stole, right?" I shrugged. "Most of it. He's still out there himself. We got Matthews and Jada, but the FBI never caught him." "And JJ?" My head throbbed. This litany of the crap going on in my life hurt too much, and I suddenly bent forward, grabbing my temples. I gritted my teeth against the mental anguish, unable to breathe. And after holding that position for a few seconds, I opened my eyes and gasped, "I'm sorry, but is there a point to this?" Olivia didn't answer right away. She simply reached her hand forward, touching the back of my head. She stroked it lightly, maternally. Confused, I turned to look at her as she pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry ... John," she said with true warmth in her voice. "You deserve better." I looked at her, awestruck. "Huh?" Alice similarly grunted, "Huh?" Olivia shook her head and exhaled slowly. She tilted her head and gave me another warm look with those big brown eyes. And then she smiled. "I never hated you. If anything ... I pitied you." I arched an eyebrow in confusion. Alice sputtered, "Excuse me? This man tries to anally rape you and you pity him?" Olivia squirmed at bit in her seat at the mention of anal rape, and she grimaced before shooting a look at her sister. Alice paled and shut up. But very quickly Olivia collected herself. "I'm sorry it all happened," Olivia stated. "I wish it had never happened. And I don't think anything excuses your actions." Still wincing in pain, I closed my eyes and nodded. Olivia exhaled again. "But ... I don't hate you for it. I never have. I knew what kind of pressure you were under. Everyone knew that if that money wasn't recovered, you would be bankrupt. All our jobs would be lost, and you were giving us really high-paying jobs. It was a big deal." Alice jumped in, "But that didn't give him any right to-" "Of course it didn't," Olivia cut her off. She took another deep breath. "I'm not excusing him; I'm just saying I was aware of what was going on. And the simple fact is that he didn't actually rape me." "Only because you clocked him upside the head before he could!" Olivia sighed and shook her head. Alice stared bullets at my forehead. I kept my mouth shut. Living with a horde of women around me taught me that much in a situation like this. Olivia looked back at me. "And then you kept calling me 'Jada'. It confused the hell out of me. At the time, none of us knew the details of the investigation. We didn't know that 'Jada Sharpley' wasn't really Jada Sharpley, that she'd been a spy sent to steal documents and passwords from you. And when you started calling me by her name, I realized that you really weren't in your right mind." Alice opened her mouth, but Olivia silenced her with a sharp look. And then she returned to looking at me. "I pity you, John. I look at everything that has happened in the aftermath, and I have to say that you've come out of this far worse than I have. I still wish it hadn't happened. If I could go back in time and change the past, I would. But the fact is: because of what happened, I'm living a better life than I was before." "Livvie!" Alice couldn't help but sputter. "It's true. Look around you." Olivia waved around the room to her sister. "We have this home that we never would have been able to afford, AND I was able to pay off Mom and Dad's mortgage. There's more than a million dollars sitting in my bank account, financial security for my future that our parents never had. I'm in college, and I have a focus and drive to get my degree that I never had when I graduated high school." Alice grumbled, but didn't say anything. Olivia then waved at me. "Look at him. He was on top of the world. He was married to one supermodel, had a second for a girlfriend, and had even more women hanging around his house just begging to get laid. He had all the money in the world, and life couldn't get any better. But now? Now he's in my house in New Jersey, all alone, with everyone he cared about gone. His wife is a cocaine-addict in rehab clear across the country. His girlfriend moved out and is dating what ... a hockey player? His only son died. And the tabloids are only too happy to plaster all his troubles all over the front-" "Can you please stop?" I asked, holding a hand up while grimacing at the mental barrage of her words. Adding further insult, my stomach even grumbled; the three bites of stew I'd had were not enough to satisfy. Olivia winced. "Sorry." I just stayed hunched over, the epitome of a beaten man. Olivia turned to me. "Stand up." I looked up at her. "Excuse me?" She got out of her chair, standing away from the table, and then gestured to me. "Stand up." I was confused, but did as she asked. I got to my feet and stood behind my chair. She raised her hand, and then looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Please don't move." I nodded, and then looked at her hand. And then I braced myself as she rapidly swung it forward, slapping my left cheek. "Oww..." I grimaced, but held myself firm. Olivia arched an eyebrow, and then she slapped me again, this time a little harder. I grimaced, but still I held. Oh that hurt like hell. I wanted to duck away, to remove my already reddened cheek from further abuse. But I stood firm. You deserve this, asshole. You deserve far worse. "OWWWW!" I cried out. I looked up at Olivia, who had a fire burning behind her eyes. Her right bicep was clearly flexed, full of tension all down her arm, not holding anything back. By now, she looked like a demon possessed, and I just closed my eyes and winced as she began raining down blow after blow after blow on me. "OWW!" "OWW!" "OWW!!!" "AHHH!!!" That last one hadn't been a slap; I'd felt the sharpness of knuckles. And just as I realized Olivia had punched me, all air left my body as her left fist slammed right into my gut. "UGHHH!" I grunted. Back to the fist to the cheek. Abruptly, the punches stopped. Alice was standing behind Olivia, holding her sister in a bear hug. Olivia herself was panting heavily, her fists balled, a look of rage still on her face. She tried to lunge at me again, but Alice held fast. And rapidly Olivia calmed, breathing deeply and steadying herself. "Okay ... Maybe I did hate you a little bit..." she finally sighed, still panting. It was all I could do to just remain standing. Olivia wasn't a very big girl, but she sure had a wicked right cross. Presently, Alice let go of her sister, and even gave me an apologetic look. Olivia stood up straight, and then took one more deep breath before brushing her hair back and shaking out her hands. "Thank you." I furrowed my eyebrows. "For?" "For letting me do that. It was ... cleansing." I winced and held my cheek with my left hand and cradled my gut with my right. My cheek felt moist, and I pulled my hand back to see that I had blood on my palm. "Sorry about that. It's not that bad a cut." Olivia gestured feebly. "I'm impressed that you broke skin," Alice added in a satisfied tone. "If you need to do more, can you please do my other side?" I asked, still grimacing in pain. My jaw felt like it had been dislocated, and already my cheek was starting to feel puffy with forming bruises. Olivia blushed and cracked a smile. She shook her head 'no' and then pointed me back to my chair. "We're even, John." I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" In my book, there was nothing that could break even with what I'd done to her. Alice chimed in, "What?" Olivia shrugged. "You smacked me around a bit. I smacked you around a bit. We're good." Alice seethed. "He tore your panties. He rubbed himself against you and threatened to shove it into your-" "Fine," Olivia sighed and looked at me sharply. "Do I need to stick a turkey baster up your butt in order to make us even?" "No-no," I stammered immediately, holding my hands up. "We're good." Olivia smirked as she sat down, still wringing her right hand. Knuckles meeting cheekbones aren't exactly soft contact. Alice darted into the kitchen, coming back with an icepack for her sister. There was no icepack for me. Olivia nodded, sighing as the cooling sensation went through her hand's nerves. "I'm serious, John. I can never forget what happened, but I forgive you." All of a sudden, my cheek didn't hurt so much anymore. ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- I'd stuck around to finish dinner. My cheek was throbbing, and eventually Alice took pity on me and brought me a pack of frozen vegetables wrapped in a paper towel to help cool the swelling. In the end, Olivia even hugged me and wished me well for my future. And I left their house feeling much better about my life than when I'd arrived, despite the sore ribs, throbbing cheek, and onsetting headache. It was late when I returned to my apartment. I'd texted Evania when leaving so that the girls wouldn't worry, but both of them were still awake when I arrived. Evania took one look at my cheek and went straight to a cabinet for some first aid supplies. Vivienne clucked over me like a mother hen, asking questions too fast for me to answer. I told them everything. I looked both of my girls in the eyes and told them I was a monster. And I explained that taking Olivia's beat down was only a fraction of what she deserved to do to me. I wouldn't have been surprised if both women wanted to walk away then and there. Women generally don't take too kindly to knowing their lover is that kind of monster. But whether because they loved me or because they believed I wasn't actually a monster, both of them were willing to put my transgression in my past. The turning point came when Vivienne caressed my good cheek while continuing to hold a cold compress against my bruised one. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "That was a mistake that this John Kwong made. But I love Tohm Eriksen. And he is a good man." And then she kissed me. The tension rolled off me in waves, pushed aside by the tender passion of Vivienne's kiss. Every time her tongue swiped across my lips I felt a knot inside me loosening. Every time she stroked my good cheek another muscle relaxed. Tom Eriksen ... is a good man... I could be him. I didn't have to be John Kwong anymore. I could be him. The girls eventually pulled me to the shower. It was just big enough for the three of us, and they delighted in cleaning me up. There was lots of fondling and groping in the process, and I was feeling better and better by the time we got out to dry off. No one bothered to dress after we dried off. Vivienne and Evania each took one of my hands, and with their tanned skin glistening with warmth and moisture, they led me over to the bed. I was tired ... really, really tired. My morning had begun in California, and I'd suffered through the anguish of being denied the chance to see Taylor again. I'd flown across the country to come home, and then driven all the way to New Brunswick and back to receive Olivia's beat down and forgiveness. It was now after midnight, and as enchanting as my ladies were, especially naked, a part of me really just wanted to sleep. But not yet. The girls sat me down on the edge of the bed, and Vivienne sat beside me while Evania knelt at my feet. I was semi-hard after the play in the shower, and I began stiffening when my gorgeous Greek valet began stroking me, getting harder still when she leaned her chest forward and wrapped my shaft in her warm mammaries. She swept her still-damp hair back behind her shoulders, fucking me with her tits gently. And after ducking her head down to lick at my exposed mushroom head, she changed position and swallowed me to the root. Vivienne watched her friend go to work on me, and once Evania had taken me into her throat, she grabbed my head and turned me to face her for a new sweet kiss. We made love with our mouths, my girlfriend communicating all her affection and adoration through our liplock. 'Here is love, ' her mouth told me. 'Here is a fresh start. Your past does not matter. Your old pain can be gone. I don't care who you were, I only care who you are now.' I clung to that, and clung to her as our kiss deepened. All of a sudden, I didn't feel quite so tired. As my loins sprang to life, so did the strength in my arms. And I reached up to grab Vivienne's naked body, directing her onto her back while I moved myself free of Evania and centered myself over my girlfriend's waiting body. "Ohhh, Vivienne..." I groaned as I felt my head line up with her soaking wet pussy. As the first few inches of me slowly sank into her body, I felt my heart flaring back to life. She cooed happily as I pushed into her for the first time since New Orleans. That had been days ago, by far the longest period she and I had gone without making love. Her arms wrapped around my back, holding my naked chest against her big tits. And I felt tingles of energy passing back and forth between us in her embrace. Here was peace. Here was fulfillment. Here was relief from all the pain. A fresh start meant more than just a new name and a new identity. A fresh start meant a whole new story of love, without any of the baggage from my previous life. "Ohhh, Tohm..." Vivienne sighed as our pelvic bones came together. She sang my name like it was an angelic hymn, and I recognized it as MY name. "Vivienne..." I crooned just as happily, as my body instinctively began to withdraw only to slide forward once again, feeling each layer of her pussy opening up for me like the petals of the most exquisite flower. "So big..." she moaned, clutching at my shoulders. "You feel so big tonight." I groaned and thrust harder, trying to get even deeper. Maybe she felt that way because it had been so long since we'd been together. Maybe this joining just felt more special than before, the way it did for me. "So good," I moaned right back. "You feel absolutely amazing." Evania wasn't left out, either. I felt her beside me, stroking my back, rubbing my ass, and even dipping her fingers down to buzz over my anus and tickle my ball sac. She pressed her big tits into my side and dragged a nipple over my back. And I felt her butterfly kisses against my shoulder blades while she cooed a song of soothing sensuality. This could be my new life. This WAS my new life. "Mon Dieu..." Vivienne moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes against the pleasure. "Mon Dieu, mon amour..." "I'm going to cum," I gasped, feeling the tension rising up in me as I pounded into her harder and harder. Her eyes flew open, that soft brown alighting into a golden glow that I'd never seen from her before. "Oui..." she sang happily. "Oui! Oui! Oui!" "Vivienne ... Je t'aime, mon cheri ... I love you..." The words were out of my mouth before my brain caught up. It didn't matter. I felt it in my heart. I was Tom Eriksen now, and I loved my darling. I loved Vivienne. And then there were no more words as the fireball exploded deep inside me, rushing up and out of my cock to flow into her body in what felt like a never-ending stream of liquid love. "AAAAAAGHHHH!" Vivienne screamed, her head tossing left and right as she felt the jets blasting away at her insides. Her pussy muscles clamped down in orgasm, pulsing rapidly, milking more and more jism from my cock as she screamed and thrashed in one of the biggest orgasms I'd ever seen her have. "Je t'aime!" I grunted, filling her again and again. "AAAAAAGHHHH!" she kept screaming, still quaking in climax. "Je t'aime!!!" I howled, my hips twitching as I fired away the final bursts of my spending. The last drops squeezed out, and with them went all of the temporary energy that love had given me. I felt my spirit leaving me, merging with the soul of the woman beneath me. And already halfway to unconsciousness, I collapsed right on top of her body. She took my weight with ease. Indeed, she wrapped both arms and legs around me, holding on like she never wanted to let go. And then I felt the tenderness of her kiss once again on my cheek. Perhaps forgetful after everything we'd just done, Vivienne had kissed my bruised and battered cheek. But instead of feeling pain, my hypersensitive nerves magnified the pleasure of her touch, so that even that soft peck felt like the heavenly caress of an angel. I smiled and said it again. "Je t'aime, mon cheri." Hugging me fiercely, Vivienne sighed in absolute rapture and answered me, "Je t'aime, mon amour." ------- In the morning, the three of us awoke together in bed, still naked. This time, Evania got more involved in the action, and we rolled around in various three- way positions for the better part of an hour. In the end, the girls were sixty-nining while I drilled Evania, who was on the bottom. Just before I came for the last time, I yanked myself out and gave Vivienne a cream facial. My pretty French girlfriend giggled while I painted her eyelids shut. And then she murmured in French for Evie to come and lick her clean. I sat back on my heels, watching the wonderfully erotic sight before me when I realized that this could be a pretty good way to live out the rest of my life. I had no further ambitions or desires for the future. I didn't care for fame or power. Major business deals were a thing of the past. All I really wanted to do was enjoy my day-to-day existence, and I had all the means at my disposal to do so. A job was completely unnecessary. Thrills from financial wheeling and dealing were overrated, and an unwanted risk. Heck, I didn't even want to do anything that would jeopardize my health or otherwise prevent me from fucking nubile babes at every available opportunity. Skydiving? Yeah right. I'd gotten it right the first time, when I'd jetted off to Europe: Tom Eriksen belonged on the move, going from port to port, living his life to the fullest. Tom Eriksen didn't need to settle down. He didn't need any serious attachments to anything, or anyone but the girls by his side. I didn't even need this apartment. New York had been Jonathan Kwong's home. But Tom Eriksen lived out in the world. "Where would you like to go today?" I asked aloud. Vivienne and Evania were still nuzzling each other's noses and exchanging quick kisses with a bit of tongue to taste what was left of my jism. Together, the girls looked over at me, puzzled expressions on their faces as if they were wondering which of them I'd asked. As usual, Vivienne took charge. She sat up, her body curved to provide an enticing view from lush bosom to rounded hip. She looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "I do not think we have been to Broadway yet. Is New York not famous for its plays?" I smiled and shrugged. "Broadway works. Wicked has certainly been a hit. But honestly, I was thinking a little bit ... bigger." Evania sat up, her instincts telling her that her boss had something specific in mind. "By bigger ... you mean ... traveling?" I nodded and then spread my arms wide. "Where do you want to go today? Jamaica? Tokyo? Perhaps somewhere in Australia? Or even go back to Europe somewhere." The girls' eyes went wide. In shock, Vivienne mumbled, "Sérieusement?" I grinned and nodded. "Oui-oui." Vivienne and Evania looked at each other, surprise and excitement both evident on their faces. I reached forward with both hands, caressing both of their nicely-formed asses. I even buzzed Vivienne's still leaking pussy, causing her to jump with a cute "Eep!" I grinned. "Anywhere in the world. Anywhere you want to go. And we'll keep going from there. We can hop from here to the Caribbean, to spend a day on the beach. Then we can go down to South America and climb an ancient Incan pyramid. We can fly to Easter Island, with all those big stone heads. And we can head for Asia, hopping around a bit to see the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and ... Ooh, I'd love to see you two in authentic Geisha attire. Figure it out, at least the first leg. Evania, I want you to make the arrangements. We'll leave this afternoon, giving everyone a chance to eat and to pack. Meantime, I've gotta pee." I quickly hopped off the bed and strolled into the bathroom, whistling all the while. The girls waited until I was around the corner before bursting out with their questions to each other. But even though I was out of sight, I was still within earshot, and I chuckled to myself listening to them chatter about whether or not I was serious. Still, by the time I started pissing, the girls were making plans. The girls were taking a cue from my suggestions, with Jamaica being the first stop on our worldwide tour. And with visions of Vivienne giving me a blowjob while grinning beneath a Jamaican Rastafarian tam hat, I smiled in anticipation of a wonderful, carefree new life as Tom Eriksen. But it was not to be. ------- I helped myself to a second pedeh. The pizza-like breakfast food, topped with sunny-side up eggs, ham, and various spices wasn't exactly Greek, but Evania made them well. And I felt like indulging myself at the moment. Meanwhile, Evania was back in her room, with her laptop running as she charted her way through our travel plans, rapidly researching the best resort bungalows to stay at and things to do in Jamaica. Vivienne was in our room, (over)packing a suitcase, despite my assurances that we could buy whatever we needed upon arrival. I was about three bites from finishing my heavenly delicious meal when Vivienne squeaked loud enough to catch my attention. And soon after she was yelling, "Tohm! Tohm!" Figuring that a bigass spider had scared her, and she was calling on her boyfriend to come squash it, I quickly got up and darted into the bedroom. But instead of a spider, my girlfriend was staring wide-eyed at the LCD television mounted on the wall above our dresser. The video on the screen was shaky, obviously from a hand-held camera. But there was no mistaking the black TMZ logo watermarked in the lower-left corner. The scene was daytime, on a hillside with an expansive view of a dark blue ocean in the background. There was a security gate, with a guard station in the middle of the paved road leading through to the other side. And there was a small, though elegant, sign that read: "Promises Treatment Center". The video ended, as I'd missed the bulk of whatever had been shot. But instantly some douchebag with spiked hair and a grunge T-shirt started spouting about the "Jonathan Kwong" sighting in Malibu, exchanging some lame jokes with a middle-aged guy leaning over his cubicle wall. The screen was then filled with still-shots taken from the video, and there I was, driving the beige Ford, with Evania in the passenger seat beside me. The image wasn't that great, but my face was fully in the frame. And Mr. Douchebag immediately started talking about the blonde-frosted hair and goatee. Shit. "Ever since John's Gulfstream jet returned from who knows where two weeks ago, the blogosphere has been abuzz with unconfirmed John Billionaire sightings," Mr. Douchebag explained. "Now a lot of them are bogus, but there have been a decided number of spottings describing the same goatee and blonde tips seen here. And let's not forget that this video was taken outside Promises in Malibu, where Taylor Brynn is a known patient. So it's official now: John Kwong is back in America, hiding under a rock somewhere." At that point, I just covered my face with my hands. I still kept peeking through my fingers just in case something relevant was said, but for all the fluff and bullshitting, that video was the only thing they really had. After my four minutes were up, the middle-aged guy zinged his fingers to another "ace reporter" and they started spouting something about Paris Hilton's latest dog. I turned off the TV. Over her initial shock, Vivienne now came to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me from the side. She kissed my cheek and then gave me a worried look. "Are you okay, Tohm?" I nodded, taking a deep breath. "This doesn't change anything. If anything, it just reaffirms my need to get the hell out of this country." I turned and patted my girlfriend's hand, giving her a bemused smile. "I'm sorry, cheri. I know there was a lot more of America you wanted to see, but we're going to have to put it off for now." "I don't care. I will go anywhere, as long as I am with you," she stated with heartfelt emotion. I smiled and leaned in for a sweet kiss. But just before our lips touched, my cell phone started warbling. Since the only people who had this number outside this apartment were Kaitlyn and Cassandra, I didn't hesitate to pull away and go for the nightstand. The display told me it was Cassandra. Already I could picture in my head my ever-loyal and efficient assistant stating, 'I just heard the news. What can I do?' And if I didn't have an immediate answer, she would have a half-dozen options to present to me. I sighed. Leaving Cassandra behind would be one of the true regrets of my life. Taylor had isolated herself and Ashlyn was moving away from me, but Cassandra was still waiting ... hoping ... for her Jonathan to come home. Save for asking her help to get me in to see Taylor, I'd sort of kept Cassandra out of mind for the past couple of weeks. I didn't want to think about her, because to think about her would make me second-guess this decision to leave and become Tom Eriksen. She had been my right arm for five years. She'd been the one to shepherd me through the transition from ordinary guy to Billionaire, and had been truly with me for longer than anyone else, including Taylor. And I loved her. I loved my Cassandra. And in the mere three seconds it took to walk away from Vivienne to pick up my phone, I found that my hand had started shaking. How the hell are you going to tell her you're leaving her again? Didn't you promise you'd never do that? She'd coped for two weeks without me, knowing exactly where I lived, and yet she'd given me my freedom. She'd given me this time to work things out without trying to push me or otherwise force me into coming home. She'd coped for three months before that, not knowing where I'd gone and trying desperately to find me. I believed she'd wait for me forever. If I did leave America, to live my life as Tom Eriksen, never to return, I truly believed she'd stay in Montauk, keeping Jonathan Kwong's home in order, making sure everything would be perfect for the day he returned, never losing faith that he would. Because she loved me. And I loved her. FUCK. But I didn't have time to think anymore. The phone was ringing, and I snatched it up. "Cassandra, there's something I have to tell you." "I am not your assistant, John," a familiar baritone voice replied, layered with menace. "Bob..." I breathed, not believing I was hearing his voice. "Bob Sharpley." "Correct." He chuckled grimly. "I rather like this. I was too used to hearing the command tone in your voice, you young whippersnapper. But you're not my boss anymore. I'm in charge of this conversation, and I'm holding the only chip that matters right now." "Jonathan!" Cassandra screamed, but then her voice was immediately muffled. "Fucking bastard!" I raged into the phone. "What have you done with her?" "I haven't done anything to her. Not yet, at least. As for what I will do to her, well that depends on how good YOU are at taking MY orders." The world around me shrank down until nothing existed but me and my phone. And the only sound filling this world was that of Bob Sharpley laughing. ------- Chapter 6: Marseille -- JULY, MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- Sharpley had snatched Cassandra in Manhattan. We always traveled with security outside of the mansion and outside of the JKE building. I knew for a fact that Fat Tony would have made damn sure nothing bad would happen to his favorite blonde bombshell, were he with her. But he wasn't. Instead of going directly for Cassandra, Sharpley's goons had captured our helicopter pilot. He was found drugged and tied up in a janitor's closet. But by then, Cassandra had already climbed unawares into the chopper, which then took off from the JKE rooftop helipad and headed away for destinations unknown. The helicopter was later found just across the Canadian border. But there was no trace of my dearly beloved assistant. Things weren't safe for me or my girls in the Upper West Side apartment, so I moved everyone back to the Montauk mansion. I was getting Ashlyn and Joey moved back home too, along with Charlotte, Evelyn, and even Karl Scott. In fact, I invited anyone who was close to me to come to the mansion, which was under heavy security, until this whole thing was resolved. Jeff and Kaitlyn accepted, having been with me for the past few weeks. Logically, they were coming because of their recent contact with me, and because if Sharpley traced me to that apartment building, he would also find them. Honestly, I thought the young couple believed I needed their support at a time like this. Rebecca and Jack were surprised to find that I had been in town for the past few weeks. Rebecca was rather upset, actually, that both Taylor and I had missed her early June wedding. But they forgave me for missing the wedding, since it was my family's connections that had gotten them the Plaza in the first place, and because they knew the stress Taylor and I had been under. Still, the couple declined my invitation when I explained the situation. They both dearly cared for Cassandra, but decided that it was riskier for them to be in Montauk — clearly a target despite its security — than to just stay where they were. Mia was in her own world in Seattle and assured me she'd be fine. And Kate, like Rebecca, was content to remain home with her fiancé, Rene. I'd also called Promises. With Cassandra already taken, Taylor was at the most risk of being harmed or captured to use as leverage against me. Whether she was ready or not, I had the right to pull her from the program, and I was doing so now. Trusted members of my security team, along with Charlotte, were already aboard the private jet to go pick her up. And she would be arriving later this evening. Now, I paced around my mansion bedroom, throwing things into my suitcase that I only remembered at the last second I would need. Underwear. ALWAYS make sure you have enough underwear. Evania would have had me packed in under five minutes, but she was busy downstairs coordinating my arrangements to get everyone back to the estate. I also mentally went over all my plans for the people in my care, making sure that I had done everything I possibly could to prevent any further harm to those who mattered most to me. And I waited for the one more person in this world I couldn't lose. There was a knock at the door. I gathered myself and stood up, making sure my clothes looked alright and that my face was calm. She'd always drilled into my head that I had to appear in control, even if I didn't feel so inside. And after a deep breath, I called, "Come in." Edward opened the door, bowed his head, and gestured into the room. "He's waiting for you, madam." I gave a short wave. "Hi, Mom." "Jonnatan! Whehh have you binn?" After the first moment of adjustment, I quickly adapted to the accent I'd been hearing my entire life. Ironically, though, it didn't matter, because she launched into a flurry of Cantonese that flew by so fast I'm sure she wouldn't have been able to understand it. My mom didn't care to find out why I'd brought her here. Right now, she was rather more upset that (A) I'd disappeared off the face of the Earth for three months without telling her, and (B) I'd come back home without telling her. And on no uncertain terms she complained that I'd seriously failed in my duties as a son. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... Deui m' jyu, deui m' jyu!" The phrases in English were spoken with my hands raised defensively. The Cantonese was an automatic reflex when she started slapping my forehead with her open palm. The slaps abruptly stopped. "What happen to your face?" she barked instead. Instinctively, my hand touched my heavily bruised left cheek where Olivia had gone to town just last night. I winced and muttered, "Uh, long story." "Girl do this to you?" I nodded. "This have something to do with sex?" Wincing in shame, I nodded again. "Men. Always think with their pee-pee." "Mooom," I groaned. Mom calmed down after that. She sighed as if I'd been the greatest disappointment in the history of disappointments, and turned to pace around my bedroom with her hands clasped behind her back. "I'm here. Tell me what happened." Mom already knew about the recent crises in my life, from the stolen money to the rape allegations to the company being sanctioned. She'd stayed away for those first few months, letting me deal with things the way I needed to without her hovering over my shoulder. But when JJ had died, she'd immediately come to try and 'help'. Unfortunately, having her mother-in-law present didn't help Taylor's ability to cope with JJ's loss. Taylor started using her discomfort around my mom as an excuse to leave and go be with her modeling friends, some of whom had started her on the cocaine binges. And by the time my mom moved back home to White Plains, Taylor was already lost to me. Back then, Mom's comments had vacillated back and forth between "good riddance from the pretty girl who broke your heart in college and has been toying with it ever since" to "so unfortunate for the mother of my grandson". She meant well, but in my state of mind, all I felt was nagging. And she became reason number fifty-six to just pick up and run away from my life. But now I was back, and she was back, and my one and only parent deserved to know where I'd been for the past four months. But first... "You told me I had to come here for my safety," she looked at me skeptically. "Given the way you treated your poor mother the past few months, I would have thought you'd be happier if some degenerate murdered me in my sleep." "Mooom," I groaned again. Why the hell did she have to be so melodramatic? I held my hands up to keep her from saying anything further. I had to take charge of this conversation. "Cassandra has been kidnapped. The man who did this is dangerous enough that I thought he might threaten other people close to me. So I'm bringing everyone here where security can keep them safe, okay?" Mom's eyes flew wide open and her jaw dropped. Cassandra had always been her favorite, not only because my assistant was fluent in Cantonese, but because Cassandra was my mom's idea of a perfect wife: completely concerned with taking care of me, even in spite of myself. "Kidnapped?" Mom gasped. I nodded. "Why?" "Money, what else?" Mom scowled and pretended to spit. "Always your problems with money. You have too much now, I think. More than you need. Just give him some and get that girl back. She's too important for you to lose." I sighed. "I wish it were that simple." "Make it simple. How much does he want?" "Two hundred million." "You can afford it?" "Yes." "Then give it to him." "You want me to just GIVE him two hundred million dollars? I do that and every shmuck with a gun is going to be holding my family for ransom for the rest of my life! Plus, there's no way yet of doing it that ensures I actually get her back." "Make it work. You do NOT lose Cassandra." "I know, I know. You think I want to lose her?" She cocked her head. "You left her behind before." And then without pausing for a second, her eyes narrowed and she scowled at me. "So where did you go all this time?" I sighed. "Europe." "Eee..." Mom hissed. "You lucky I didn't have a heart attack. I TOLD you I would have a heart attack if you ever left the country without telling me!" "Mooom," I groaned. I rubbed my forehead. This was going nowhere. To stay here and continue arguing with her would be a waste of time. "Forget it. I'm glad you're here. You'll be safe until I take care of this. But I need you to go now. I have a lot of details I need to plan." But she wasn't budging. "No. Not until you tell me why you leave before." "Why?" I barked, laughing in disbelief. I suddenly remembered all the circular arguments we'd been having right before I'd disappeared. I remembered why even though I loved my mom dearly, I hadn't thought twice before running away from it all. "Why? THIS is why! I didn't want to deal with this anymore. All this arguing of what should and could have been. I can't sit here and dwell on the last few months. JJ died. Taylor went to rehab. And YOU wanted to sit on my head and talk me to death about it!" "Because you were not thinking. You were just moping and depressed and not doing anything! Life was happening to you, and it does not always go straight." She looked at me with concern, and recited, "When the road bends, your only choices are-" "-to bend with it or fall off it," I finished. She'd drilled that statement into my head enough times. "You fell off," she stated simply. I couldn't disagree. Jonathan Kwong's road bent, and I didn't go with it. I took another path, and Tom Eriksen's life had been filled with so much more happiness. "Why?" she asked again. "Because it was easier, okay? I didn't want to think about things I couldn't change, people I'd lost, or a life that had fallen apart. Okay?" She eyed me carefully. "To fall off is not what I taught you." I shrugged. "I couldn't bend." "Couldn't? Or wouldn't?" "Couldn't," I stated firmly. "JJ was dead. He's not coming back. Taylor needed rehab; she needed professionals to help her overcome her addiction. There was nothing I could do to change what had happened." "Bending with the road is not about changing what was. It is about adapting to what is and is to come." "Yeah well what is now is that my Cassandra has been kidnapped. And I'm going to do everything in my power to get her back. Alright?" "You mean that?" "Yes!" She waved over at my suitcase, a pile of clothes rising out the top of it. "You go get her yourself? You not send some agent or let the police do this?" "Yes!" I barked even louder. She blinked twice and stared at me, scrutinizing my face. "Why?" I rolled my eyes, breathing heavily. "What? YOU were telling me two minutes ago about how I couldn't lose her. Now you're asking me why?" Mom eyed me even more intensely. "Why now? Why you work so hard to go get Cassandra back when you could leave her behind so easily before?" I shook my head. "I don't know. I just know that I have to." "Why?" "Oh, for fuck's sake. Mom! Just go away, please?" For some reason, likely frustration, I was on the verge of tears. "Jonathan," she said cautiously, walking up to me and grabbing onto my shoulders to keep my face in front of hers. I sagged and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but she held me firm. "You have a good heart, but you're acting stupid." "I don't care," I sighed as the urge to cry nearly overwhelmed me. And with moist eyes, I bit out. "I'm going to get Cassandra back. I don't care if it's dangerous or risky or whatever. I'm going to get her back." "Why?" "Because ... I need her..." The first tears rolled down my cheeks. "I love her." Mom smiled and then patted my cheek. "Okay," she stated perkily. And then without another word, she turned and walked out the door. I stared after her dumbly, not quite understanding what had just happened. But the door to my room was still open, and Edward just sort of gawked at me from the other side, looking surprised himself. When my butler realized I was looking at him, he straightened and cleared his throat. "The agents are here now, sir." I nodded. "Have them meet me in the office." ------- Barry Farnsworth leaned over my desk, both hands planted on the wood while he hung his head between his shoulders. He picked his head up and turned around at the sound of the door opening, and I thought he looked rather disheveled. His hair and skin were oily, like he hadn't taken a shower in a while. There was dirt on his collar, and his black tie was loose around his neck. There were bags beneath his eyes, and his face was pale. "Hi, Barry," I greeted casually, feeling a pang in my gut as I said it. I'd gotten in the habit of using the agent's first name solely because of Cassandra, and to say it now reminded me that she wasn't here. "Good afternoon, Mr. Kwong. And you must be Miss Koteas," he added, looking past me and holding his hand out to Evania. I'd invited my valet to accompany me, the same as I would have with Cassandra for something like this. It wasn't that I thought Evania had any special knowledge that would help me in a situation like this, but it always had helped me to have a second pair of ears to listen to new information and remember what was going on. Evania shook hands and then we also shook hands with Agent Reddick. Afterwards, the two of us went and sat on the couch, and the two agents pulled up wing chairs opposite us. "You look tired, Barry. Not sleeping much?" He wouldn't meet my eyes immediately. Exhaling slowly, he picked up both hands and put them palm to palm with fingers fully extended, then inhaled with his index fingers against his nose. And without looking at me, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kwong, but Miss Cooper was kidnapped last night. I haven't slept since then." My eyebrows popped up. "Last night?" I barked incredulously. He nodded. "And you didn't inform me?" I asked in an accusatory tone. Now he looked at me, shrugging. "Actually, Mr. Kwong, I didn't know you were back in the country. I didn't have any means of contacting you until you called me." I winced, leaning back. "Oh, right." Rubbing his forehead, Barry exhaled again. "So no, I haven't been sleeping much. I was up all night trying to track Cassandra down." I arched an eyebrow. "So it's not 'Miss Cooper' anymore, is it?" Agent Reddick actually chuckled at that, a knowing smirk on his face, and I narrowed my eyes as the faintest bit of green jealousy popped up my spine. Cassandra would never have- "We've worked together on the Sharpley case for almost a year, but I assure you that Miss Cooper and I have maintained a strictly-professional relationship, Mr. Kwong," Farnsworth stated coldly. "I apologize for the slip-up." I shared a glance with Reddick. I got the distinct impression that while things may have indeed remained strictly professional, Barry Farnsworth had become rather fond of my assistant. I couldn't really blame him; Cassandra was an incredible woman. "Tell me what you know," I said, gesturing for Farnsworth to continue. "We'd lost Mr. Sharpley. After finding and freezing the final account last February, which brought our total recovery to, ah, 3.97 billion..." "3.96," I corrected. "Close enough." "3.96," he nodded. "He just disappeared. The last access was in Berlin, a week prior, but the trail went cold. Further interrogations of Miss Crystal Ward and Mr. Ken Matthews produced no additional leads. With the bulk of the money recovered, and the remainder presumed cashed out and either spent or buried, we scaled back on the investigation. Agent Reddick here was given another assignment, and I proceeded to coordinate with various international agencies to locate Mr. Sharpley ... to no avail. We had absolutely nothing new on him from February until two weeks ago. I informed Miss Cooper of the developments at that time." I nodded, remembering that lunch at Bobby Van's. "I suspected at the time that Mr. Sharpley might be resurfacing," Farnsworth continued. But then he paled and grimaced, looking deeply wounded. "Only I didn't know ... I didn't see..." "You didn't see this coming," I finished. Farnsworth shook his head. "I spent all night going over the kidnapping details, trying to find a clue that would lead me to her. Nothing. It was a clean job. My new team is going over your building security footage to try and identify the replacement helicopter pilot and his accomplice. We have satellite imagery from Manhattan to the helicopter's destination at the Bridgewater Country Club in Fort Erie. And Canadian local police has taken statements from eyewitnesses who saw the crew forcibly put a blonde woman into a waiting sedan. But the trail goes cold from there." I sighed. "Has Mr. Sharpley contacted you again?" I shook my head and held up my cell phone. "He said he would call me back when he had further 'orders' as he put it." Farnsworth nodded. "I've got a team arriving in an hour with equipment. We'll try to trace the call then." He then sat up and looked around. "We'll need to establish a base of operations. Is there a room here we can use?" I'd seen enough movies to get an idea of what he was talking about. "Sure thing." I looked at Evania and told her to work with Edward to make arrangements for now. Charlotte would be able to help once she returned with Taylor. Agent Reddick now leaned forward, "We'd also like to check out your security and bolster your perimeter with our own agents. At a time like this, protecting you is a top priority." I frowned. "I wouldn't mind, since a lot of people I care about are going to be staying here. But don't worry about adding staff for me here. Sharpley said he would want to meet me at a location of his choosing, and I'll bet you it's not on U.S. soil." Reddick frowned. "Absolutely not. Mr. Kwong, there is a threat to your life. You can't meet him in-person, and that will be something we can negotiate him down from. Money is his top priority, and as long as you can get it to him, he won't need to see you face-to-face." I arched an eyebrow and stared right at the burly agent. I hadn't forgotten what I'd just told my mom a few minutes prior. "I'm telling you this isn't negotiable for ME. I'm GOING wherever I need to go to get Cassandra back. And if that means flying out of the country, I'm doing it." "Sir, that's a bad idea. You could-" "You said it yourself: money is his top priority, not me. He's not going to harm me." "You don't know that. And if he gets you, he can hold you for a LOT MORE in ransom. So he's got motivation to capture you as well." "That's a risk I'm willing to make." I turned and stared right at Barry. I rather thought he might understand how I felt about this. "I'm getting her back. Whatever it takes." ------- Sharpley still hadn't called by nightfall, but I was prepared to leave at a moment's notice. The jet was on stand-by at the airfield, activity that hadn't gone unnoticed by the paparazzi. Security reported that there were a few cameramen hanging out there already. I didn't care. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak. And at this point it didn't matter if anyone filmed me flying away. In the meantime, I made the rounds to talk to the important people I'd assembled in this house. I fully expected to be leaving soon, and I wasn't entirely sure when I'd be seeing them again. The last time I'd disappeared, I'd done so practically without warning, and I didn't want to be doing that to them again. Plus, with such a varied group of people here, I wanted to make sure they all got along. First up was my mom. I needed someone to keep her out of Taylor's hair while I was gone, lest she devolve into an overbearing mother-in-law while my wife was still fragile. Fortunately, Cassandra's mother had also come to stay with us. The two had gotten along famously the few times they'd come together, and had known each other for decades already. So I cut a deal with her: keep my mom occupied, and I'd bring her daughter home safe and sound. I checked in with them, making sure they were comfortable. Mom told me to be cautious, and so did Cassandra's mother. "The absolute LAST thing Cassandra wants is for you to jeopardize your safety for hers," Mrs. Cooper warned me. "Even if she gets out of this, she would never forgive herself if you were hurt." I reassured both women that I would be fine. And then I left to seek out the others. Next was Ashlyn, and I made my way to the family room where she was playing with Joey in the final hour before the little girl bedded down for the night. "Daddy!" Joey giggled, seeming just a little drunk in the toddler's pre-sleep delirium. She got to her feet and waddled over to me, arms open. "Hey, kiddo," I grinned, scooping her up and then patting her back as I walked around with my daughter. I then looked past her shoulder and over to my ex- girlfriend. "How's she adjusting? Think she'll have any problems going to sleep in her old room?" Ashlyn shook her head. "Not at all. She actually seems to remember this place just fine." I arched an eyebrow. "And how about you?" Ashlyn put her hands together and twisted them around, stretching her arms down. She looked wistfully around the room before sighing. "I'll be fine. Lots of good memories here." I smirked, thinking of her bedroom and some of the out-of-control sex sessions we'd had in there. It was only one of many rooms in this house we'd wrecked in our athletically lustful romps. The gorgeous redhead seemed to sense where my mind was going, and she gave me a lopsided smile of her own. "Yeah, some of those memories, too." I waggled my eyebrows flirtatiously, "We could've been making some more memories these past couple of weeks. But you never called me back." It was the wrong thing to say. Her face immediately fell. "Johnny..." I winced and shook my head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean ... I know you asked for some time and space. It's not my place anymore to-" "No-no," she interrupted me. "You're right. I asked you to stop coming over for a couple of days. But then a couple of days turned into more days, and then a week, and ... I'm sorry. I should have called you back." We both went quiet for a moment, looking away from each other. Searching for a way to break the ice, I shrugged and asked, "So how's the new boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" Ashlyn frowned at me. "Are you having me followed?" "Followed?" "How could you possibly... ? Fabrizio only asked me out yesterday." "Fabrizio?" I asked in confusion. "Fabrizio Alfonsi," Ashlyn explained. "You've met him a couple of times. He's got a boutique down on Broadway at 37th. Tall guy. Italian." I frowned. "What about ... Nate ... Petrol? Petrov?" "Nicolas Petrov," Ashlyn corrected, smirking and shaking her head. "He was just a friend." "That's all?" Ashlyn rolled her eyes and shrugged. "We hooked up a few times. Nothing more. It's been over for weeks." I grimaced at the thought of the hockey player having sex with my girlfriend. Ashlyn glared at me. "What, YOU'RE going to get all self-righteous about sleeping around?" I immediately held my hands up defensively. "No, no. We always had an open relationship. And I was gone for a very long time." "Damn straight you were." I blinked and gave Ashlyn a significant look. "But this Fabrizio guy. He's more than just a hookup, isn't he? There's something in your voice." Ashlyn sighed and stared off at nothing. But she bit her lip and nodded slowly. "He asked you out?" She nodded. "What did you say?" That pensive look was back. Ashlyn reached up and rubbed Joey's shoulder before answering, "I told him ... I wasn't sure I was ready yet. But I also told him to ask me out again sometime. He's nice. He's sweet." I blinked and patted Joey's back, who was sucking on the side of her hand and resting her cheek against my shoulder as I swayed gently. "You don't need my permission, you know." "I know ... I just..." Ashlyn sighed and then gave me a frank look. "I didn't want to hide this sort of thing." I chuckled. "Nothing to hide. You haven't even said 'yes' yet." "But I might." "Then go ahead." Ashlyn leaned back, shifting her weight to the opposite foot. And then she gave me a level gaze. "Really?" I sighed and nodded. "I'll admit there's a selfish part of me that always wanted you just for myself. But even when you were living here, I always let you sleep with other guys. You saw the open relationship I had with Taylor. And you certainly boinked a few at our Playroom parties." "Those parties were different. And with both me and Taylor, we always made sure everything was honest and upfront." "Same as you're doing now." "Is it?" she asked me suddenly. "Is it the same?" I blinked, not quite understanding. She sat up straight, giving me a hard look. "Is this us having an open relationship and you letting me hook up with another guy? Or is this us being over, and me starting to seriously date someone other than you?" I winced and immediately turned away, not wanting Ashlyn to see my expression. I was sure Joey's cute face drew her attention as I started walking around with the toddler looking back at her mom. And I fought to keep my jealousies under control. Any guy would be jealous. Ashlyn had been my girlfriend, my lover, and a part of me wanted to keep her for myself, no matter the circumstances. She was friggin' hot, a prize any man would love to have. But that wouldn't be fair to her. I didn't deserve her. I'd given up my rights when I'd first let her move out, and even more so when I'd run off to Europe to change my name and be with Vivienne. Ashlyn deserved her own life, and she'd already told me before that she wanted to move on. Hell, she'd told the media that she was moving on. But I still loved her. She was the mother of my only child, but even beyond that, she'd been an instrumental part of my life up until a few months ago. Less than a year ago, we'd been talking about having a wedding ceremony to bond her to me just as tightly as Taylor, even if we couldn't make it legal in the U.S. We'd talked about continuing our family, having more children together. And the feelings we'd once had for each other hadn't fully gone away. "Johnny..." Ashlyn had followed, rubbing my arm and then raising higher to brush her fingers against Joey's cheek. "You're not happy about this." "No, I'm fine," I croaked, not really meaning it. "If you like this ... Fabrizio ... you should see him." "Are you sure?" she studied my face. "Yeah, yeah..." "You're not sure," she stated knowingly, reading my eyes. "No, I'm fine, I'm fine. I've failed you, Ashlyn. I've failed you as a boyfriend, as an almost-husband. You were right: I should have come to you four months ago. I shouldn't have left for Europe without telling you where I'd gone. None of it was your fault. You didn't deserve to have me shut you out." Ashlyn's lips pursed and her resentment from two weeks ago returned. "You're right. I didn't deserve that." "You deserve better. Maybe this Fabrizio guy is it. Maybe not. Either way, you should have the freedom to find someone who will take care of you the way you deserve." She rolled her eyes. "I'm my own woman, and I'm a mother now. I've been doing fine for months now and I don't need anyone to take care of me." "Of course not." Ashlyn stopped me now, and looked me in the eyes. "Say you don't want me to date Fabrizio Alfonsi. Say it and I won't." "Ash, you deserve..." my voice trailed off. I was about to tell her again that she was free, and that she deserved better than what I'd given her so far. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? But an alarm bell had gone off in the back of my mind, telling me to stop. And then I remembered: Ashlyn had gotten upset with me at the 5th Avenue Penthouse not for leaving my destroyed life, but for leaving without HER. I'd gone off to Europe, when all she wanted was for me to come to her and to Joey. And right now, while I was busy castigating myself for failing her before, I was about to do it again. Right here, right in front of me, she was trying to tell me to stop her from dating Fabrizio. Ashlyn didn't want the freedom to date other guys; for some inexplicable reason, she still wanted me. And she wanted ME to want HER. Maybe it wasn't fair on some female equality level, me already having Taylor and Cassandra as such important figures in my life. But Ashlyn wanted to believe that I still had enough feelings for her to get jealous and want her for my own. Telling her I didn't care if she dated other guys was exactly what she did NOT want to hear. So I put aside the "moral" part of me that was trying to give her the freedom my conscience told me she deserved. And I let my base instincts drive my words. "I don't want you to date Fabrizio. I want you to be mine, and mine alone, the way things used to be. Your body is your own, and I will always let you seek your pleasures where you want. You want to just hook up with him? That's fine. It's just sex." She looked at me curiously. "Except for this ass," I clarified, a gleam in my eye. I reached out and grabbed her firm buttcheek. "This is MY ass," I growled. Ashlyn's blue eyes sparkled, and immediately she leaned into me. Her breathing started to get heavy, but then a second later, she pulled away. She reached down and pulled my hand off her ass, and then stepped back to create some space between us. And getting control of her breathing, she nodded. "Okay, I won't date Fabrizio ... yet." I arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing this cat and mouse game she was playing with me. She flashed me a wide smile, the first true smile I'd seen out of her since she'd moved out. "But you're not off the hook yet. When you bring Cassandra back, we're going to have to sit down and talk about this. Only then will I decide if I'm going to let you take ownership of this ass again." I smiled. "Fair enough." Joey was starting to drift off, and Ashlyn now reached out to take her. I held onto my daughter for an extra second, kissing her forehead tenderly. Soon, I'd be flying off to negotiate Cassandra's release, and I didn't know when I'd see either of them again. Ashlyn waited me out, and then took her daughter when I finally handed her over. She let Joey pillow her head against the crook of her neck and shoulder, and then looked up at me. I sighed. "Taylor will be back soon, but after what she's been through, I don't think she'll be in any condition to oversee this house. You're going to have to take charge while I'm gone." Ashlyn's eyebrows rose, but she nodded her understanding. "I really don't know how she's going to react when she gets here. She might want to immediately resume her role at the top of the food chain, whether she's fully functional or not. If that's the case, let her think she's the boss, but ... watch out for her and everyone else, will you? Keep the peace until I return." The redhead smiled and nodded. "Of course." I reached out and patted Joey's arm again, then moved in to embrace them both. Almost automatically, Ashlyn turned her face up to mine, and we shared a quick kiss. For a brief moment, being in this room, in this familiar house, it felt like old times. Ashlyn smiled again, perhaps thinking the same thing. And then she turned and walked out into the hallway to head up to the nursery. I exhaled, feeling good for the moment. Ashlyn and I weren't all the way back yet, and we might never really get back together, but tonight had been a good start. ------- Next up was Dorothy. My long-time housekeeper, along with two of her maids, was preparing a little buffet for the FBI analysts setting up shop in my on-site conference room. "Quite the spread," I whistled, looking over the sterno-heated catering trays filled with lemon-chicken, roast beef, scalloped potatoes, and steamed vegetables. "Bet it's the nicest stakeout meal these guys have ever had." Indeed, the three agents on the other side of the room kept glancing over at the silver trays, rather anxiously waiting to get the OK to come over and dig in. My chef beamed at me. "I never forget who I represent, Mr. Kwong. Whatever the situation, these people are our guests." I smiled and patted her lightly on her shoulder. "I'm going to be leaving again soon," I told her. "I'm going to need you to take charge and look over my house until I bring Cassandra back. There are a lot of staff people here, some FBI agents, and of course I have some new guests you'll need to watch over. Oh, I know Ashlyn and Taylor will be back, but they haven't lived here for months and they're out of the rhythm, Taylor especially. Let them think they're in charge, but this will be your show. Take care of everyone, and keep the peace until I return." She nodded. "I won't let you down." I smiled, patted her arm, and then fished out a piece of steamed asparagus, chomping down on one end. Grinning, I said, "I know you won't." ------- I ran into Edward on the way back from the West Wing and pulled my butler aside. "Ah, just the man I wanted to see." "What can I do for you, sir?" "I'm going to be leaving soon, and I'm going to need you to be the man of the house while I'm gone." "Sir?" "Some women I care a great deal about will be here while I'm gone. Taylor's coming home, Ashlyn's already moved back in. Jeff and Kaitlyn will be staying here for the duration. And I need your help to watch over Vivienne; she's kind of the outsider with everyone. The last thing I want is for catfights to break out. You're a skilled diplomat, Edward. I need you to use those skills to keep the peace here until Cassandra and I return. Of course they're women, so you can't let them know you're doing it; they'll just get upset. Let them all think they're in charge, but I need you to step up for me, okay?" "Of course, sir. You can count on me." I grinned and slapped the side of his shoulder. "You're my man, Edward." ------- With the upstairs bedrooms re-taken by their former occupants, Evania and Vivienne were put up in guest rooms next to Jeff and Kaitlyn. I was hanging out with all four of them, in the Common Room, when the news came. Edward came himself to notify me, slightly out of breath from hurrying. And he eagerly announced, "Miss Taylor is arriving." Jeff and Kaitlyn immediately bounced to their feet. Evania waited for me to get up, and Vivienne didn't rise out of her seat at all. I was all ready to follow Edward to the entry foyer, but Evania touched my shoulder and got me to look back. Vivienne sat there, looking up at me with a stricken expression on her face. "Vivienne? What's wrong?" I asked. Everyone else stopped and stared, waiting for me. My French girlfriend had been quiet ever since we'd arrived back at the mansion, speaking only a little when necessary. I hadn't been able to spend any time with her, running around making my preparations to go rescue Cassandra and in my meetings with the FBI. And the few times I had been around her, she'd seemed to be walking around in a daze. I was sure the sudden move back to Montauk had shaken her. One minute, she was happily in love, getting ready to leave America and live a new life with Tom Eriksen. The next, we were right back in Jonathan Kwong's mansion, surrounded by dozens of unfamiliar people, with a whole host of outside problems pulling me away from her. Instead of taking her on a new vacation to a Jamaican bungalow, I was isolated in discussions with Federal Agents to negotiate the release of my longtime personal assistant. Instead of taking her around the world, I would be leaving her behind in this house full of people she didn't know very well. The one person she did know, Evania, had been just as busy as me, running around prepping for our departure. And Evania was expected to travel with me as well, leaving Vivienne well and truly alone. Even Ashlyn's arrival had completely spooked her. I hadn't seen Ashlyn since the morning she told me to stop coming over, and I'd been quite excited to see her. And when the Scott household had arrived, Vivienne had tagged along to see my ex-girlfriend and baby daughter, neither of whom she'd ever met. So after hugging Ashlyn hello and bending down to kiss Joey, I turned to introduce Evania and Vivienne to the whole family. Evania stepped forward politely, ready to shake hands. But Vivienne had gone absolutely white. Her eyes were wide open, she was stiff as a board, and her hands were shaking. Quickly, I crossed back to my girlfriend and put my arm around her. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern. Vivienne's eyes were entirely on the redhead with the baby. Her jaw quivered, but she found her voice and asked in a very thick accent, "You are Ashlyn Scott?" Ashlyn smiled, used to being recognized. And she nodded. "Yes." "You model for Christian Dior and Chanel?" Ashlyn's smile widened. "Yes." "Sacré Dieu!" Vivienne then latched onto my arm and started babbling at me in French, speaking so fast that I couldn't possibly keep up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I patted her arm to slow her down. It took a second, but Vivienne realized she was speaking French. And then staring wide-eyed right at me, she blurted, "Ashlyn Scott is your girlfriend?" "Yes." "And that little girl is yours?" I smiled. "Yes." "Mon Dieu..." And without another word, Vivienne turned and quickly walked away with her head down, leaving the rest of us in the Grand Foyer looking confused. Now, she didn't look confused. Instead, Vivienne had that look of misery back on her face, the one from when I told her I was sending her home to France, and also when I'd told her I was leaving her in New York while I went to Malibu. So I went back to her, and reached my hand out. "Vivienne, come on. I'd like you to meet my wife." She paled at the word "wife". To her, Tom Eriksen didn't have a wife. Tom Eriksen belonged to her. "Vivienne, I told you this day would come. Taylor coming home doesn't change anything. I still care very much about you. You are still my cheri." She took a deep breath, then nodded and reached for my hand. I pulled her up to a standing position, but when I moved to let go of her and follow Edward, Vivienne clutched my hand fiercely and wouldn't let go. I didn't really want her to. The last time I'd seen Taylor, my wife had purposefully shot a wad of cocaine up her nose and summoned the orderlies to come take her away from me. And there was a reassurance in the strength of Vivienne's grip on my hand. So all of us headed for the front door. Word had spread throughout the house, likely security talking to a maid and then the news running like wildfire to everyone else. So as we came into the Grand Foyer, I saw Ashlyn coming down the stairs, as well as Dorothy and some of the maids from the common areas. It was a big deal. Everyone knew the circumstances under which Taylor had left four months ago. This was the House that Taylor built, and the mansion had quite literally not been the same since she'd gone. The July night was relatively warm, and when Edward opened the door, pretty much everyone went outside. The limo was coming down the road, followed by one of the security vans that no doubt held the folks I'd sent along with Charlotte to go fetch Taylor. But the limo itself came right up to the circular courtyard and pulled around in front of the main doors. Charlotte was the first one out the back door. The pretty brunette fixed her glasses and waved to us with a smile before looking back inside the car and saying something. It took another minute before anything happened, but at length, Taylor finally emerged wearing a white robe with a hooded cowl covering her head. She looked more embarrassed than anything by the crowd that had gathered for her arrival. The driver got out, and two staff members immediately went forward to get the bags from the trunk. Charlotte simply took Taylor's arm and then guided my wife up to the front doors, directly coming to me. I squeezed Vivienne's hand and then let go. This time, Vivienne released me and took a step back to the side. And then my wife was right in front of me. Taylor blinked a couple of times and then pulled the cowl back. Even right out of rehab and after a long flight, her makeup was perfect and her short hair was exquisitely-styled. She gave me a little smile and then admitted, "Didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon." "I'm happy you're here," I replied warmly. "I just wish it didn't have to be under these conditions." The smile was gone and Taylor looked down, nodding her head. "Have you heard anything new about Cassandra?" I shook my head. "No. He hasn't called back yet." Taylor sighed and then stepped forward, reaching up to caress my cheek. "Go bring her home, will you?" I nodded. "Of course." She gave me a wan smile, and then looked over at Vivienne. My French girlfriend blushed and looked down for a moment. A bigger smile came onto my wife's face, a smirk even as she took the time to examine Vivienne from head to toe. And finally, Taylor turned to me and said, "Cassandra was right: She IS quite pretty." I simultaneously wanted to smile at the compliment and reprimand Taylor for speaking about Vivienne as if she weren't standing right next to me. But before I could say anything, Taylor stepped past me and moved into the house. Various staff members expressed their warm "welcome back" wishes, and Ashlyn immediately went over to hug her best friend. I watched them leave, feeling torn up inside. While a part of me felt better knowing that Taylor was back in the house, I knew it was only because I'd forcibly removed her from the drug addiction program and only because of the kidnapping concern. We had not reconciled, and she hadn't touched me save for the quick caress of my cheek. It hurt to watch my wife walk away from me, to have her this close and yet so far away. And in my momentary bout of melancholy, my hand fished out for Vivienne's, looking once again for something to fill the gaping hole in my heart. But Vivienne wasn't there anymore. I spun and looked around for her, only to find that she too was walking away from me. She had her head down and she seemed quite in a hurry as she sped away toward the guest wing, reminding me of her reaction after meeting Ashlyn for the first time. Except for Cassandra, all the people I cared most about were under this roof. And yet I felt anything but harmony in my home. ------- Naturally, I went after Taylor. She was still my wife, and I loved her dearly. All along, I'd hoped we could patch up our marriage and go back to the way things used to be. She'd turned me down in Malibu; but she was home now, and that was a start. Unfortunately, she went upstairs with Ashlyn and the two locked themselves in the redhead's room. For a moment, I thought about interrupting. After all, I was Taylor's husband. I had the right to speak with my wife, didn't I? But I knew better than to barge in where I wasn't wanted. If you want to live with multiple women in some semblance of harmony, you learn to live by their schedule. Even though I was ostensibly the head of this household, if I'd tried to impose my will, I'd have soon found myself with an empty bed. I'd been trained, and I recognized a "not yet" signal when I saw it. So I sighed and went looking for Charlotte. If nothing else, she would be able to tell me about her trip and give me some insight into what Taylor was thinking now. I found her in the dining room. Charlotte had missed dinner in traveling, and while I knew they had food on the plane, it couldn't compare to Dorothy's cooking. But she was not alone. Karl Scott had moved with the family in coming underneath my umbrella of security, and he was chatting amiably with Taylor's ex-assistant. "Oh, hey guys," I greeted cordially. Charlotte smiled upon seeing me, one hand waving with a fork and another covering her full mouth. Karl nodded politely. "Evening, Mr. Kwong." "Ah, I know you're catching up. But Karl, do you think you could give us a minute?" I gestured at Charlotte. "Oh, uh, certainly sir." He reached out and patted the back of Charlotte's hand. And then standing up, he left the room. I watched Charlotte watching him go, a dreamy look in her eyes. Chuckling to myself, I stepped forward and waved a hand in front of her face. "Earth to Charlotte. Come in, Charlotte." Immediately, she blinked and blushed. She chewed for a second and then swallowed before blushing and looking down at her plate. "Sorry about that." "No problem." I looked over the archway where Karl had disappeared. "He's cute." Charlotte blinked at me before furrowing her eyebrows and stuttering, "Oh, well ... actually ... Karl and I are just-" "You don't have to explain anything to me," I interrupted, holding my hands up. "Your business is your own. I've got enough things to worry about without nosing into your personal life." "No, it's alright. Karl and I aren't dating or anything. He's really sweet. But ... ah ... it's complicated. I mean, we've been living in the same house ... which is a little awkward. And really, he doesn't ... ah... understand me, you know?" Charlotte's eyebrows rose at that last part, and I got the innuendo. "Your ... ahem ... sexual preferences?" With her eyes lowered bashfully, Charlotte nodded. I knew very well that the pretty brunette was a sexual masochist, finding her greatest pleasures while tied up, blindfolded, and taken to the limits of her pain thresholds. You certainly wouldn't know it to look at her, as most of the time she epitomized the pretty, if slightly nerdy-looking, intellectual. But then you know what they say about the shy ones. "And how has that gone these past few months?" I asked gently. I'd just stated a minute earlier that Charlotte's personal life was none of my business, but I was curious in this case. I exhaled slowly. "I mean ... I know that Taylor meant just as much to you as she did to me. It can't have been easy to lose her." Now it was Charlotte's turn to exhale. She took her time processing, and ultimately pushed her plate away. I felt bad, thinking I'd ruined her appetite. But at the same time, the way her head was bobbing slowly, I got the impression that this was something she wanted to talk about. "It hasn't been easy," she said at last. After another few heartbeats, she turned and looked at me with big, round brown eyes, magnified by her glasses. "Taylor was my everything." I nodded. While Taylor had been my wife, she had also been Charlotte's mistress, the domme to Charlotte's sub. It was a unique relationship that had been forged over the past several years, and we had been talking about how special it was while in Tahiti, right before our worlds had gotten dumped upside-down. Charlotte continued. "Those last few months, when Taylor was still here but not really here, you know? I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to help her." I nodded. One aspect of their relationship was that Taylor was the decision- maker. She was the domme, in-charge, even making Charlotte's decisions FOR her. For Charlotte to tell Taylor what to do was a completely foreign concept. For Charlotte, it would have been like being in a boat without a rudder. "You got through it," I said reassuringly. "Routine saved me," Charlotte stated. "I focused on taking care of Joey. Taylor stopped modeling, but Ashlyn asked me to help her out with scheduling and other commitments. It wasn't the same as before. It still hasn't been the same as before. But it's kept me busy." "But is that all, even now? Just keeping busy?" Charlotte took a deep breath, looking confused. Her eyes clicked left and right, staring at nothing as she was obviously looking inward. "I ... I don't know..." She looked lost for a moment, and I gently patted her arm. "Take your time." "It's different now ... Ashlyn's been great. Her schedule is just as hectic as Taylor's was, busier even because of Joey's playdates. And ... ahem..." Charlotte blushed again. "Ashlyn's been quite good to me with sex. She understands what I need." I grinned, momentarily distracted by the thought of a naked Ashlyn wielding a wicked strap-on dildo and pounding Charlotte from behind while the young brunette was strapped down to the bed. It was something I'd actually seen for myself a few times when we all got together for an orgy. Charlotte blushed again, reading the amusement in my eyes. But then she gave me a wistful look. "But ... it's not the same as it was with Taylor. And even if it was, sex isn't everything. Ashlyn tries to be there for me, but she doesn't have Taylor's ... I don't know how to put it. Taylor was just so confident. She had a swagger, you know? I always knew that Taylor was in complete control, that she knew exactly what to do at any given moment. It was awe-inspiring." I nodded. Taylor's self-assuredness had always inspired me. She had been strong; there was no doubt about it. "I just couldn't ever see Ashlyn as my Mistress. She'd always been more like ... like a big sister, which is weird when you consider that she's actually a year younger than me. Actually, I thought of her like an Aunt, like Taylor's sister, who was taking me in for a time of need. But I wasn't hers. I could never be hers." "So you want your old Taylor back." I nodded, understanding exactly how Charlotte felt. It was how I felt. "No ... actually." I pulled my head back in surprise. "Huh?" Charlotte smiled, looking off into the distance. "We talked about this, on the plane. It's a long flight from LA to here, and Taylor and I spent almost the entire time talking." "About what?" "About me." Charlotte took a deep breath and then looked at me. And I realized she was absolutely beaming. "Taylor says she's proud of me." I blinked rapidly, not understanding. After a moment, Charlotte glanced over at me and realized I wasn't following. She chuckled and then patted the back of my hand. "She says I've grown up. She says I don't need her anymore." I arched an eyebrow in confusion. "Before Taylor, I was an admin for Aline Weisberger, the fashion editor, remember? Aline was really dominant, and I was her slave. Taylor took me in when Aline got tired of me, and for the last four years, she's been training me to take care of myself. I didn't realize it, of course, but she's been pushing me the whole time." "Really?" I hadn't noticed, either. "Do you remember Taylor telling me to open a flower shop? There were dozens of suggestions like that over the months before Tahiti." "Really?" Charlotte nodded. "When she went to rehab, I was left on my own. I had things to keep me busy, and Ashlyn took me in. But for the most part, I've had to make more and more decisions for myself instead of depending on someone to make them for me. What to wear, what to eat, what to do. It hasn't been easy ... but I guess I've been adapting. I didn't have any other choice." She seemed so proud of what she'd accomplished so far. I had to admit that I still didn't really understand. My only role in Charlotte's life to this point had really just been as an employer and as a convenient dick. I hadn't been involved at all in Charlotte's emotional well-being, leaving that to Taylor. Really, I just gave Charlotte orders when I needed something done and I fucked her brains out whenever Taylor wanted me to. But I could appreciate what she was telling me now. "Congratulations," I stated warmly. She smiled, and I felt like I was seeing the real Charlotte for the first time. For the past four years, she'd just been Taylor's assistant, a sexual submissive who'd become a trusted member of my family. But that was all I'd known about her, and of the four women who'd been on my infamous "List", she was by far the least intimate with me. "So what now?" I asked. "Now? Now I take charge of my life." Charlotte inhaled deeply, and then looked over to the archway where Karl had left. "I told Taylor about Karl. She said she thinks it's time I did something about the way I feel for him." I looked at the empty archway and then back at Charlotte, reading the warm glow all over her face. It warmed my own heart, and then just as suddenly, I felt a rock fall into the pit of my stomach. "Oh, crap. Charlotte, I'm sorry. Were you and Karl just about to talk about this?" I pointed back where the handsome young man had disappeared. Charlotte blushed, looked down at the table and nodded. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She smiled and shook her head at me. "Don't be. It was good for me to talk about this. And ... I was nervous before. The conversation was a little awkward, the way it's always been between me and Karl lately. I was eating to fill in the uncomfortable silences. But I don't feel nervous anymore. Thanks, Mr. Kwong." "Anytime." I nodded and took a deep breath. "Actually, after everything we've been through these past few years, I think we've had precious few serious conversations." "Yeah. I enjoyed this." "Me, too." With that, Charlotte pushed her chair back and stood up. She smiled and then gestured toward the archway. "I'm going to go find Karl now." I smiled up at her. "Good luck." "Thanks." And then she left. I sat alone in the dining room, feeling happy for the young brunette. She deserved to be happy. But then a second later, I remembered what I'd come to Charlotte for in the first place: to find out more about Taylor and her current state of mind. But I hadn't gotten the chance to ask, and now my one source for new information was gone. And the last thing I wanted to do was pull her back from going to see Karl now. I exhaled. There was nothing I could do now. ------- I stood in the familiar environs of my master bedroom. Though I'd spent a lot of time here over the years, staring at this exact same view, it felt like an alien place to me. I'd spent a grand total of one night here in the past four months, and it simply didn't feel like home. But it was my home. This was Jonathan Kwong's bedroom. My only problem was: it lacked the other people that belonged here with me. Sure, Cassandra spent more than half her nights in her own room. But this place was still somewhere she could walk into unannounced, as if it were her room as well. This was Taylor's room as well. But my wife wasn't here, either. She'd gone into Ashlyn's room immediately upon arrival, and she hadn't come out since. I'd taken a shower to clear away the day's grime. Alien or not, I DID enjoy that shower. But even the full-body massage of the pulsing jets couldn't fully relax me, not when I walked out into the big cavern of emptiness afterwards. I stood now at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring across the private beach as the moon illuminated the waves of the Atlantic Ocean before me. The house lights lit up the area immediately adjacent to the house. But beyond that, as far as the eye could see, was nothing but darkness covering the dunes and the ocean beyond. There were no other lights but those coming from my house. Out here, at the Eastern edge of my world, I was all alone. I didn't want to be alone tonight. This was my home, and the people I loved were nearby. I'd missed my wife, and though an opportunity to talk to her had not yet presented itself, I felt it was time for me to flex my own weight. The girls could tell me "not yet" for only so long. And their time was up. Cinching my robe around my waist, I left the Master Suite. Ashlyn's room was right across the hallway, and I went and knocked on her door. It took a minute before the response came, "Who is it?" "It's me," I answered gruffly. Thirty seconds later, the door opened and Ashlyn stood before me, wearing a diaphanous evening gown that did little to hide the supple curves of her spectacular body. My eyes yo-yoed to the swells of her tits for a moment before I focused on her face. But then my attention was dragged down again when she crossed her arms just beneath her breasts, lifting those melons up and squeezing them together. "No, Johnny. We're not there yet," she commented dryly. I blinked and shook my head to clear my vision. "I didn't mean..." The redhead nodded in understanding. "I know you didn't. What's up?" I looked past her, looking for Taylor. My wife was seated at the foot of Ashlyn's bed. Apparently the two had been in deep conversation up until my interruption. She looked at me with a look of simultaneous apology and weariness. "She's staying with me tonight," Ashlyn informed me. "Taylor, come to bed," I said directly to my wife. Pursing her lips, Taylor frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Johnny." "Taylor, please." "We're not there yet, either," she sighed. "I'm not talking about sex. You're my wife. I'm your husband. I miss you and I want to spend the night with you." "I'm not ready to go back there. I'm still broken." "Then let me fix you!" Taylor shook her head more emphatically. "We've been over this. Besides, you've got to run off after Cassandra." I exhaled and rubbed my forehead. "Do you NOT want me to go after Cassandra? Is that what this is about? Do you want me to stay here with you?" "Of course not. Cassandra needs you." "So do you." Taylor went quiet, just staring at me, unblinking. It was as if she was daring me to decide between her and Cassandra. My wife was physically present, but emotionally she still needed rescuing. Cassandra quite literally needed rescuing. Which of them would I make my priority? Which of them would I choose? My wife? Or my assistant? I couldn't answer. I needed them both, and I just stared at my wife with a pained expression. "Cassandra needs you more," Taylor finally stated. "Ashlyn's here with me. You're the only one who can get Cassandra." My shoulders sank. "Please ... come to bed. I just want to hold you again." Her face softened. I saw the old tenderness in my wife's eyes as she looked at me with pity. But then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. And when she opened them up again, her old stubborn determination was there instead. "I'm sorry, but not tonight." "Please..." I said, almost begging. "I don't want to be alone tonight." Taylor shook her head and then picked her head up. "Why don't you ask your new girlfriend to spend the night with you? I'm sure it's something you both are used to doing by now." I raised my eyebrows. "Is that what you want?" Taylor got off the bed, finally walking over to me. Her jaw was set and she had that stubborn look in her eye again. "It doesn't matter what I want. Johnny, I'm only here because you forcibly pulled me from the program. I get that it's for my safety, but really ... I'm not home yet. I'm not here. Do what you've been doing for the past four months. I honestly don't think you've spent a single night completely alone since I left, and you don't have to start now. Go get your girlfriend." Actually, ever since Evania and I started fucking, I hadn't spent a single night alone. If it wasn't my valet, it was the Naoussan local girls, or the Spanish Ibiza girls, or Althea or Nika from the yacht. Then of course there was Vivienne. I pinched my lips together in a line. "You really want me to spend the night with Vivienne instead of you," I stated skeptically. Taylor shrugged, reaching up and pushing on my chest until I'd taken two steps back into the hallway. "Whatever. Do what you think is right." And then she closed the door in my face. I stood there, staring at the solid wood now separating me from two of the great loves of my life. And I scowled. 'Do what you think is right'? Fuck. I HATE it when girls say that. ------- Sleep did not come easily. Taylor had told me to go get my girlfriend, but that mysterious 'Do what you think is right' comment had seriously screwed with my head. It was one of those phrases women use to fuck with men, and not in a good way. And ultimately, I'd decided I just had to take the moral high road and go to sleep alone. I figured that Taylor wanted to see if I could sleep alone, without running for comfort from some other nubile body. If I was right, sleeping alone would confirm that I wanted her back, and would be the first step into rebuilding our relationship. If I was wrong, well, I would have lost a night. But it was better than sleeping with Vivienne only to find out that would really piss Taylor off. I tossed and turned, alone in the big bed. The lights were all off, the mattress was exquisitely comfortable, and the temperature was perfect. But I still couldn't sleep. I couldn't find a comfortable position, not being able to wrap myself around a warm female body, and not having a warm female wrapping herself around me. I hadn't gotten laid since last night, and I was horny. And around 1am I resorted to sitting up and trying to jack off ... to no avail. I didn't even know how to masturbate anymore. I was too used to having a gorgeous woman with me, live and in the flesh. And even calling up porn videos on the monitor on my nightstand couldn't stimulate me enough. By 3am I was exhausted, too tired to sleep. I was horny, with a semi-throbbing boner that I couldn't resist stroking with my own hand beneath my pajama pants. I was dizzy, and the room felt like it was moving around me. Twice, I thought I heard the noises of people moving around the room with me. Both times, I sat up and whipped my head around, only making the dizziness worse. I couldn't tell if a rat had somehow penetrated the home's construction and was scurrying around the floor, or if the ghost of some Revolutionary Era soldier was dragging his prisoner's chains across the land of some ancient battlefield my house might have been built upon. The third time I heard noises, I just pulled the covers over my head and tried to ignore them. They weren't real. The noises were a figment of my utterly fatigued brain as I existed halfway between the dreamworld and reality. But then the covers were pulled back away from me and a warm body slipped in beside me. I was still in a daze as her hand trailed along my side. And as she scooted into a spooning position, I felt the twin points of her naked breasts pushing against my back. She'd come to me. I'd proven my worth, and she'd come to me. My jaw was slack, and I was drooling a little bit. But I closed my mouth and turned my lips into a smile as I turned around and looked at my sweet Taylor's face. She'd come to me. Without words, her responding smile carried all the way up into her eyes. The room was still dark, so I couldn't make out the deep blue color of her eyes amidst the surrounding gray. But I could see the happy twinkle in her irises just before she closed her lids and leaned in to kiss me. An explosion was set off in my brain, the shockwave rushing outward to fill my senses with passionate love. Our kiss deepened, and she moaned excitedly as her hands came up to hold my head. She pushed, rolling me onto my back before she slid her body atop mine. Still gripping the sides of my head just behind my ears, she devoured my lips and pressed her tongue into my mouth, moaning in obvious heat. It had been a long ... LONG time since we'd been together. And when she finally pulled her mouth off mine to breath, I exhaled, "I missed you..." I opened my eyes, and Cassandra smiled down at me, her eyes telling me 'I missed you, too.' I blinked in surprise. How the hell had she gotten away from Sharpley? How had she- My thought was cut off when she kissed me again, her hand snaking down between us and deftly sliding into my pajama pants. I had been half-hard before she'd arrived, but I was fully hard now. Cassandra cooed as she gripped my cock in her hand, stroking it firmly. She ducked her head to look between us and down at her own hand on my dick. And as she did so, the long tendrils of her blonde hair brushed against my cheeks. I grabbed a lock of that hair, pressing it to my nose and inhaling her sweetly familiar scent. I'd been so scared for my Cassandra's safety, and it was such an utter sense of relief to know she was safe and back in my bed. She pulled her hair away, though, as she slid down the bed and beneath the covers until she was just over my crotch. She looked up at me and flashed a silly grin before opening her mouth and taking my dick inside. All I could do was groan and clutch the bedsheets between my fingers as the warm, wet pleasure surrounded my tool. She blew me for a few minutes, just giving me firm suction to make sure I was rock hard before she started in on the good stuff. Her hand came up, corkscrewing around my shaft while her tongue danced upon the head. Her other hand tickled my balls, and then she turned her eyes up to look at me once again. I'd forgotten just how intoxicating the view of Ashlyn sucking my dick could be. She was so utterly gorgeous, so undeniably sexy. Millions of men on the planet wished that they could have the view of Ashlyn Scott smiling up at them with their dick in her mouth, but I was the one who had it. And I groaned and slid my fingers into her hair as she began to bob her head up and down my shaft. As good as it felt, though, I didn't want things to end yet. I let Ashlyn blow me for a little longer, letting myself get closer and closer to popping. But then I finally reached down and tugged on her head to bring her up to me. She obeyed immediately, sliding her naked body up my torso and taking my head into her hands once again for a kiss. I smiled at the sight of Vivienne's pretty face just before our lips met. I closed my eyes and let her spicy sweet taste fill my senses. She had been away from me all day as I'd been dealing with so many other things. But she was back with me now, and as she molded her entire body atop mine, we found the comfortable rhythm and positioning we'd been using repeatedly for the past several weeks. Vivienne reached between us to guide my cock as she slid backwards, her leaking pussy leaving a trail of feminine arousal from my belly button and down along my happy trail. She gasped as my head began to penetrate. And then her eyes flared brightly as she stared down at me while sinking back to fully imbed my shaft inside her. And we made love. Vivienne fucked me with the energy and enthusiasm of a young woman nine years younger than me, even after 3am. But it wasn't just fucking. It wasn't just the mindless taking of pleasure from each other. She held my head and neck and stared adoringly into my eyes all the while. And her ab muscles rippled as she humped her entire body up and down my shaft while simultaneously caressing me from the inside with her pussy muscles. The pleasure roused me from my lethargy. Up until now, I'd just laid there and let these gorgeous women kiss me and caress me and suck me and fuck me. But now I reached up and grabbed Vivienne's waist, holding her as I began to thrust upwards into her welcoming cavity. She threw her head back and moaned at my assault. And then she squealed when I suddenly rolled us over. Taylor laughed as her head hit the pillow. It was the sweetest sound in the world, a musical sound I hadn't heard in simply forever. She reached her hands up to my chest, squeezing my pecs as I got my cock centered over her once again. And she hissed excitedly when I slammed my dick home once again. I growled and really began laying pipe to my wife. She wrapped her legs around my waist, happily accepting each lunge into her body. I bowed my head, pushing my face into the pillow beside her as I concentrated on the sensations of my shaft plunging in and out of her body. And she laughed again before turning and kissing my cheek gently. I picked my head up to kiss her back, smiling in relief once again to see my much-adored Cassandra's face before me. I kissed her with longing passion, and a lot of apology. I'm sorry, I said. I'm sorry I left you again, right when I promised I wouldn't. I should have stayed here, and let the world find out Jonathan Kwong was back in town. It shouldn't have mattered, because I still would have been with you. And if I'd been with you, you would never have been kidnapped. I'm so sorry. My world was full of sorries. I pulled my lips away from hers and looked into her big brown eyes. Brown? This wasn't Cassandra. I pulled my head back, and Olivia stared at me in accusation. 'You're sorry', her eyes said. 'Like that will ever make up for what you did to me?' I jerked away, yanking my dick out of her and flopping onto my back. She rolled atop me in an instant, kissing me feverishly and grabbing my dick to pull me inside her once again. Once imbedded, she resumed riding me, and grabbed my head to force me to look at her. She was Vivienne once again, smiling radiantly as she fucked herself upon me. Her lighter brown eyes were much softer, saying, 'I don't care who you were. I love who you are now.' I needed that. I needed her love, someone who didn't care about my past. I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her lovingly. And this time she was the one who rolled us over to get me back on top. The 23-year-old laughed gaily as I clambered atop her once again. I hoisted her legs up and over my shoulders. And then I looked down at Kaitlyn's pretty face. The skinny blonde bit her lip coyly, a sexy young vixen in the naked flesh. She crossed her arms beneath her big breasts, presenting them up to me. And she undulated her hips, trying to get my dick inside her and pouting that I wasn't fucking her yet. I soon fixed that problem, leaning forward and pressing my cock in to the root. She groaned and threw her head back at my invasion, then tightened her ankles behind my head to make sure I stayed there. Grabbing onto her hips, I leaned forward to bend her in half beneath me. And then with her light body pinned down, I started fucking into her willing body. We kept that up for a few minutes. Kaitlyn moaned and groaned and tossed her head side-to-side as she absorbed my pounding with her pelvis and her legs. Eventually, she let her legs fall to the sides, doing the splits as I continued to drive deeper and deeper into her body. She pulled my chest down atop hers, growling animalistically as she thrashed beneath me. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on harder, her words joining in. I remembered that Charlotte liked a little pain with her pleasure, and after picking up my head to see her teeth clenched in exquisite agony, I bent down and bit at her neck, listening to her howl and fuck back at me with even more force than before. She scratched at me, enough to cause me a little pain and assume that she was drawing blood. Not wanting my back to get torn up, I grabbed her wrists and then pinned them against the mattress behind her. Charlotte and I had rolled around enough to this point that we were sideways on the big bed, pillows and blankets long ago pushed to the sides. Spying one of the pillows, I pulled out and then manhandled her facedown, with that pillow beneath her belly. And with the new position, I was able to shove my dick into her from behind and reach forward to squeeze her neck at the same time, cutting off her oxygen flow. She gasped, unable to breathe, and thrashed rather spasmodically beneath me. But she kept fucking her hips to meet my every thrust, and I could tell from her tremors that her sense of pleasure was heating up. Still, I had enough awareness to recognize the danger of this erotic asphyxiation, and I let go of her neck long before there was any threat of suffocating her. But my adrenaline was now up after the power fucking and strangulation. And staring down at my lover's perky butt, I knew just how I wanted this night to end. She didn't resist me as I parted her asscheeks. Indeed, she drew her knees in and propped her ass into the air while continuing to remain bent over. Evania looked back at me, her head bowed in willful acceptance, ever ready to sate my urges at my merest whim. She didn't care that I wasn't taking the time to lube her up. There was enough female cum coating my rod anyways. She simply exhaled to loosen herself as my mushroom head notched against her sphincter. And then she gasped as I forcibly pushed the first few inches inside. "Ungh..." Taylor groaned as my cock continued burrowing up her butt. She turned and flashed those dark blue eyes at me. I released some of the pressure, pausing and gathering my strength, and then I pushed again, sinking another three inches into Vivienne's backside. Charlotte bent her head, consciously loosening her internal muscles. After all, she was quite familiar with me using her rectum as my cum dumpster. And then Ashlyn pushed herself up onto all fours, throwing that mane of copper red hair back as she growled and violently thrust herself back, sinking the last few inches of my dick up her ass. "Unnnghhh..." Kate Ross moaned, feeling the full length of my dick flexing deep inside her bowels. "Gahhh..." Mia Cheng gasped, unable to believe she had taken every last inch. "Yess..." Rebecca Raymonde crowed, thrilled when I started pistoning my dick in and out of her. "Fuck," I grunted, feeling my balls begin to boil. After having such exquisite angels sucking me, fucking me, and now letting me cornhole their asses, I was ready to blow. My head spun dizzily, the room a foggy presence around me. But it didn't matter. All I needed to know was the tight anal chute hugging my prick's sensitive glans as I pushed in and out of this fantastic body. Evania bent her head and hammered herself against me, willing with all her strength to please me, her master, in whatever way she could. "Sacré Dieu!" Vivienne cried, squealing as she ramped up to her own orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I growled, down the final stretch of pounding Ashlyn's ass. "Aiiiiii!" Taylor squealed, finally alighting in the explosion of her climax. "Aaarrrrrgh!" I yelled, howling my pleasure as the ripples of her orgasmic tremors sucked the sperm out of me. And I yelled again as I blasted both barrels of spunk straight into the deepest recesses of my love's body so far that I thought it distinctly possible my tadpoles would never return. She collapsed beneath me, her arms and legs giving way as her strength left her. I was still fully imbedded up her ass, but I pulled out and rolled onto my back, gasping for oxygen as my dick slowly deflated in the cool air. Still face down, she flipped her blonde hair out of her eyes and turned to look at me, a satisfied smile spreading across her features. She panted softly, steam coming off her sweaty back. And she reached out a hand to caress my cheek while staring at me with nothing but loving adoration. I smiled right back, so happy that she had come back to me. She was here now, and all was right in my world. "I love you," I told Cassandra, feeling the pleasant satisfaction settle deep into me as the inky blackness of unconsciousness fell over my vision. And now fully relaxed, I let myself drift away to sleep. ------- The sound of the door was just enough to wake me up. It was somewhat late, after 9am, but I had still slept less than six hours. But it was enough, and sleepily I cracked my eyelids open and looked over to the entrance. Taylor, with perfect hair and a fresh face devoid of makeup, wore comfortable long-sleeved cotton pajamas in pastel blue. She looked fresh from a good night's sleep, and she smirked as she saw me in bed. Her gaze passed beyond me, to the spot next to me in bed. And I turned my head around to see what she was looking at. Vivienne was still unconscious and face-down. We were roughly in the same positions we'd fallen asleep in last night, rather sideways across the big mattress. And when I peeked under the covers, I realized she had a rather obvious cum trail still oozing out from between her buttcheeks. I blinked rapidly, realization dawning. And I turned in horror to look back at my wife. Taylor exhaled and shook her head before rolling her eyes. Without another word, she then turned and walked away. And the last thing I saw was her tracing the outline of the wicked scar that still marred the entire side of her face. FUCK. ------- Quickly, I hopped out of bed, oblivious to my nudity. I managed to snag a robe hanging up next to the bed, although I didn't quite get it cinched around my waist before I burst into the hall. Melissa, the maid, was outside; and she got an eyeful of my package before I caught up to Taylor just before the stairs. "Taylor!" I gasped as I grabbed her arm. My wife arched an eyebrow as she stopped. "That ... that wasn't what it looked like," I stammered, momentarily out of breath. Her eyes mirthfully danced back to the open door to the Master Suite and she looked back at me. "You're saying you didn't spend the night with your new girlfriend?" "Well ... I did ... but ... but..." She pulled her head back and looked at me strangely. "Why do you look like you're trying to apologize to me?" "I am. It was an accident. I went to bed completely alone, I swear," I blathered, swiping my arms wide in a big "no" gesture. "Last thing I remember was tossing and turning until 3am, horny and unable to sleep. I ... I didn't know what happened last night. I thought I was dreaming. I didn't realize that-" "Hey, hey..." Taylor frowned, holding her hands up to stop me. "There's nothing to apologize for. I TOLD you to go get your girlfriend to spend the night with you. I'm not ready to come to you yet, but I don't want you to be lonely, either. When are you going to realize it's impossible to make me jealous?" "So you're not upset?" "Why would I be upset? I'm happy you found a cute girl to keep you company for now. It's not like this is ... I dunno ... Brittany or something ... when you were sneaking down to the maid's quarters." "Ahem," Melissa coughed, covering her mouth as she passed us and continued on down the stairs. Taylor chuckled and watched her go. Only when she was out of sight did Taylor and I turn back to each other. "Even then," Taylor now continued. "I never begrudged you boinking another girl. Why would I start now?" "But then why did you come in?" She smiled broadly. "I wanted to make sure that you did invite her up. I know this is going to be a very trying day for you, and I was worried you would overthink things and convince yourself that I wanted you to be faithful to me or some such bullshit. Because if you fly off to this rescue without having gotten laid, without de-stressing, you're going to get yourself killed." I blinked rapidly, my jaw on the floor. "Oh..." I managed weakly, and I felt my racing heart begin to slow down. Taylor just looked at the goofy expression on my face, and she couldn't help but start chuckling. Here was laughter, real laughter from Taylor, something I hadn't heard in a long, LONG time. She reached her hand out to my cheek, but then stopped and looked at it closely. Though she'd probably missed it in the dim lighting of last night, the bruising was quite noticeable in the morning sun. "What the hell happened to you?" I winced, "Long story." "Got a shortened version?" I shrugged and then looked down at my feet. "I went to visit Olivia." Taylor arched an eyebrow. "THE Olivia? Olivia Barnett?" I nodded and then gestured at my cheek. "I said I was sorry. She beat the hell out of me. Called us even." "Even?" I nodded. Taylor whistled. And then she smiled, deliberately reaching her right hand across to my right cheek and rubbing it with the back of her hand. "See ... things are being resolved. It's progress." I reached up and grabbed her hand, holding it while I stepped in close to her. I leaned very much into Taylor's personal space, and she looked up at me from only inches away. "What about us?" I asked. "Can we make progress?" Taylor took a deep breath, and then without saying anything, she leaned in a quickly pecked my lips. Then backing away and pulling her hand free of mine, she nodded. "We will. Go get Cassandra. Let me work on Ashlyn. I'm still broken myself, but once we're all back home, we'll talk about starting again." Taylor smiled, a beaming expression full of pearly white teeth. And then she turned, descending down the steps. I watched her go, chuckling beneath my breath and reminding myself that Taylor Brynn was truly one in a million. Feeling hope for the first time, I took a deep breath. The sunlight pouring through the big bay windows on this upper level shone down on me, filling me up inside. And I managed a big smile of my own. I then took another deep breath and looked down at my nakedness, mostly covered by the robe. Time to get back to the girl in my bed. ------- Sharpley called my cell phone at precisely 8:00pm, just as I was sitting down to dinner with everyone. I had spent most of the day fretting over when Sharpley would call, simultaneously getting sympathetic support from practically everyone while I tried to integrate Vivienne and Evania with everyone else. With Jeff and Kaitlyn's help, Evania was fitting in smoothly. She was unfailing polite and willing to chat about our history together. But Vivienne was holding herself back, just looking scared and out of place. It didn't help that Ashlyn seemed to be giving her the cold shoulder, and Taylor just wasn't talking to anyone. By now, the FBI had already tapped into my handset, and was certainly aware of the call. This was confirmed fifteen seconds later when Farnsworth ran into the dining room, his left hand pressed to a bluetooth earpiece and his right hand beckoning me to follow him. We'd established that should Sharpley call me, I should head into the conference room where the FBI tech team had set up, and we would finish the call there. I continued talking into the phone as we walked. "You said something about orders." "Yes..." Sharpley's baritone came through the line with a hint of malice. "It's good that you're willing to follow." "Just tell me how I get her back." "All in good time. First of all, your people must be tracing this call as we speak. They shouldn't bother. I'll tell you where I am: Paris." "It's nice. Been there a few times myself." "I know. I actually have a copy of the Fashion Forward you and your wife did that time. I swear it looks like you're having sex right on that bench." I blushed, remembering back several years ago. We WERE having sex, magazine photography and all. By now, Farnsworth and I had entered the conference room. A tech was waving at Farnsworth, and I saw him mouth the word 'Paris'. "So am I to assume you want me to bring the money to Paris?" "Yes ... You'd make a good underling, John. It's a pity I never got the chance to make you truly work for ME. But we're fixing that now." "Is that what this is about? I didn't treat you well enough? I didn't make you rich enough? I didn't send enough hot models your way?" "Oh, don't misunderstand me. Actually, I bear you no ill will personally. You were indeed very good to me. I made more money working for you than I ever could on my own. And yes, the models were quite tasty. That Milena you introduced me to at the Hollister party was simply divine. And when her friend Maile joined us... Wow..." I grimaced. M&M were friends of mine, and the idea of that slimeball with his mitts all over them churned my stomach. And then I gulped as a new horror hit my brain: I'd known the twice-divorced Sharpley had a thing for beautiful women, ranging from Crystal Ward to M&M and others. I don't know what I'd do if he so much as laid a finger on my Cassandra. But while my gut was twisting, Sharpley was talking. "I envied you, actually. There's not much more to it. You presented me with an opportunity with this Hollister deal. You left me a hole in your security, and with the right passwords, I had the chance to make my life a little more like yours. That's it. No malice towards you, just an opportunity. So I took it." "You took MY money," I spat angrily. "You had the money to take." "Yeah, well I fucking got it back now, didn't I?" I snarled, my blood pressure rising. "About that ... I realize I got greedy. If I'd disappeared with a couple hundred million, we might not be having this conversation. Four billion ruined you. A couple hundred and maybe you wouldn't have been so zealous in tracking me down. My mistake." "Your mistake was in stealing from me in the first place." "If you keep giving me opportunities, John, I'll steal whatever I can get my hands on ... like Miss Cooper here..." "Cassandra!" I yelled into the phone, hoping to hear a scream or other response to let me know she was still alive. "Oh, she's not here, not at the moment. But you'll see her soon enough. We were talking orders, remember? Well here are my instructions to you." I bit back the urge to snap something at Sharpley, willing myself to keep my mouth shut and learn what he wanted me to do. "Go to Paris, specifically Le Carrousel du Louvre. Go to La Pyramide Inversée. My people will be watching you. At precisely 12 o'clock noon tomorrow, local time, my courier will pass you an envelope. Follow the instructions you are given, and I will give you back your precious Miss Cooper." I glanced at Farnsworth. He thought it over and shrugged. "12 noon? Isn't it like 2am over there right now?" I asked. "It's a seven hour flight. I'd barely make it." "That is your problem, not mine." I sighed. "Fine. 12 noon tomorrow." "Bring a briefcase with the 200 million I asked for. Like I said: a couple hundred million you can live with." "You already KEPT a couple hundred million. I didn't get all my money back, remember?" "200 million more, John. I have expenses, after all. In a briefcase. Oh, and in Euros." "Euros? That's more like THREE hundred million dollars." "It's just a question of currency. You're the one who's forced me to leave America. It's not my fault the present exchange rate is not in your favor." "Fine. I'll bring you fifty million in cash. In Euros. The rest will be in a numbered Swiss bank account. You give me Cassandra, I'll give you the bank account. You can verify transfer before we separate. All above board and legal. Just a business transaction we can't freeze." "No. You'll bring me all two hundred million. In unmarked bearer bonds that can't be traced by serial number. In Euros. You're following MY orders now, John. Or you won't like what I'll do to Miss Cooper." "You won't hurt her. You kill her and you'll get nothing from me. Like you said, this is about money. You're not a murderer." "You're right. I'd very much like to think I'm not a murderer. But I AM a connoisseur of fine women. And your Miss Cooper is a very fine woman." "Fuck you! You touch her and I'll KILL you." He laughed. "You try that, John. But it's a moot point right now. I swear I haven't touched her, and as long as you do what I say, I won't. 12 noon. La Pyramide Inversée. Two hundred million Euros, in unmarked bearer bonds. No denominations above ten thousand. Those are your orders. This conversation is finished." He hung up. ------- "I'm going with you." "Vivienne, don't be ridiculous." I hovered over my suitcase, making one last check that I had everything I needed. "You are not leaving me behind. Not this time." I sighed. "And why not?" "Why leave me? How CAN you leave me? Here? In this place?" She threw her hands up and turned around. "It was hard enough for me to be without you when you went to California. But at least then, you left me in our apartment. Jeff and Kaitlyn were there to be my friends." "Jeff and Kaitlyn are still here." "But this is different. This place ... This place is hers. This place is theirs." "Whose?" "Your wife's. And Ashlyn's. This is THEIR home, not OUR home. I feel ... I feel like an outsider here. And it will only be worse when you and Evie leave without me." I sighed. "Vivienne, this isn't another pleasure cruise. This could be very dangerous for you." She shook her head. "Everyone has been talking. The FBI is going with you. French police nationale will meet you. I would be safe. And..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip. "And?" I prompted. "And it's Paris, Tohm. It is France. It is my home. I did not think I would say this before ... but I miss my home." She said that last part with such a heavy heart that I immediately went to wrap her up in my arms. Vivienne had typically been so energetic and feisty; these last couple of days, watching her walk around like a hollowed out shell, had been a dramatic difference. She had always been so excited to be traveling and seeing America that it never occurred to me that she might be homesick. I took a deep breath and then suggested, "If you would like, I could send you to Dijon for a little while. You could visit Aveline and see your family and-" "Tohm, NO!" she protested immediately, pushing me away from her and then punching me in the chest. "Do NOT send me away!" I raised my hands defensively and then rubbed the spot where she'd hit me. "Not forever. Just until this whole thing blows over. I'd give you a ticket to come back whenever you liked." She shook her head. "I miss my home. But I do NOT want to leave you. Tu comprends?" I sighed and nodded. "Please. Let me come to Paris with you. I will not try to follow you on the streets. I will stay back in the hotel, where it is safe. But do not send me away now. I can help! I do not know how many times you have been to France, but I can make your Français better. I can show you how to dress like a Parisian, to blend in better. Please?" I rubbed my forehead, trying to think of a good way to tell her no. It felt like a bad idea to let Vivienne come on this trip. But once again, I didn't have it in my heart to leave her behind. I took a deep breath. The clock was ticking, and I would have to get to the airfield soon to jet away. I didn't have much time. It was already nearing 3am in Paris, which meant that factoring in the time to get to the airport, fly to Charles de Gaulle, or maybe Orly, and then get into the city ... I'd barely make it. "Fine," I sighed. "Put together a suitcase. We're leaving in ten minutes. If you're not ready, I'm leaving you here." "Oui-oui!" Giddy as a schoolgirl, Vivienne clapped her hands and then raced out the door. Three seconds later, she raced right back, slamming into me hard enough to tackle me onto the bed. Her lips were on mine in an instant, her tongue delving into my mouth as she gave me a kiss as fierce as any she'd given me in our entire time together. And then just as suddenly, she'd raced away once again. I lay back on the bed, just catching my breath for a moment. I wiped the back of my hand across my lips, seeing the smear of lipstick on it. And then I sat up to get my bearings once again. "That looked like fun," came a familiar voice from over by the door. I darted my head over, surprised to see Taylor leaning against the doorjamb. I arched an eyebrow questioningly. She smiled and took two languid steps into the room, her feet crossing over to make her hips sway like a runway model while she stared at the floor. But after those two steps, Taylor picked her head up and bored those deep blue eyes right into the back of my skull. "She talk you into letting her tag along?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but then I nodded. "Yeah." "Good." "Good?" I frowned, not understanding. My wife grinned. "It means she already talked you down from any protestations about security and safety and this is a rescue mission not a pleasure trip and whatnot." "Huh?" Taylor's grin widened. "Cassandra's my friend. I'm coming too." ------- An hour later, we were in the air. I'd felt an odd sense of déjà vu as we boarded. Taylor had simply moved into the seat beside me, dropping her hand on my leg. We still hadn't talked about reconciling yet, but I got the distinct impression she was marking her territory now that she'd chosen to come along. Vivienne bit her lip in a way that seemed very familiar. But she settled in next to Evania, the two girls holding hands reassuringly. And we weren't the only ones on the plane. There was no time to organize an FBI flight, nor really any reason they couldn't ride with me. So in addition to my girls, Agents Farnsworth and Reddick and two techs were aboard as well. Though it was 10pm local time, it was 4am in Paris. This meant that even pushing the engines, we wouldn't be landing until almost 11am. And there would be almost no time for the agents to put a plan into action to protect me before my date with the Louvre's Inverse Pyramid. That didn't mean they weren't trying. Farnsworth was trying to pull every string he could think of to rouse French police and notify them of our problem. He was going through channels at Interpol, but it was still taking time. Not helping matters was the very simple fact that it was just after 4 AM in Paris. Nobody was awake at this hour. And wading through the bureaucracy wasn't easy. Believe it or not, Vivienne provided the solution. "I know someone at the French consulate in New York. Perhaps he has a contact with Parisian police we can call directly." My job dropped. "Excuse me? Since when?" "Well ... I only met him a few days ago." Vivienne blushed. "When you and Evie went to California. The French Consulate is right across Central Park, and I was visiting when I met him. It's not often you meet a native Frenchman here in the U.S." "Exactly how well do you know this man?" I asked with an unexpected edge in my voice. Vivienne giggled happily. "Are you jealous, mon amour?" I just sighed annoyedly. Vivienne shrugged. "It is nothing. We talked and then met again the next morning for croissants at a patisserie he told me about. That was it. He gave me his card and I have not seen him since. Besides, he has an enchanting fiancée who came to breakfast with us." "Do you still have his card?" Taylor asked. "Oui." Vivienne nodded and reached into her purse. It took a second, but she pulled out the business card, emblazoned with the logo of the French Consulate. And she placed it into Taylor's outstretched hand. "Ohmigod," Taylor gasped, covering her mouth. "I totally forgot." "What?" Taylor turned the card around to me. It read: Rene Aubuchon. The name didn't immediately ring a bell. Taylor gawked at me and then smirked. "Rene ... Kate ... Rene..." she intoned. Recognition dawned. "Holy shit. That's Kate's fiancé!" "Exactly." Taylor then gestured with the card back to Vivienne. "Small world." "Should I call him?" Vivienne asked, fishing out the cell phone I'd given her. But Taylor shook her head, reaching to our touch screen interface for the jet's communications system. "I got this." She tapped out commands, calling up Kate's phone number and then dialing through. The speakerphone started squawking with the ringback tones. Three rings later, Kate answered. "Hello?" "Kate, it's Taylor." "Taylor? Ohmigod! Are you out? Are you back in New York? I HAVE to see you! How are you? We have-" "Kate, Kate," Taylor interrupted. "Yes, I'm back. Sort of. Johnny brought me home because of this whole Cassandra thing." "Oh, he told me," Kate sighed on the other end of the line. "I'm sooo sorry. But if you're going to try and talk me into staying with you guys, we've really decided to just stick around here. Rene told some of his bosses and they assigned two security guys to stay with us for a couple of days." "Really?" Taylor smiled, realizing the implications. "So he's already told his bosses about the situation?" "Yes ... why?" "We need a favor. I'm actually in the air right now, and you're on speakerphone." Taylor glanced around to find that Farnsworth and Reddick were now leaning our way, listening to the conversation. "There are a couple of FBI Agents listening in as we speak." "Oh, wow ... uh ... what can I do?" "Get your husband on the line. It's 4am in Paris and we're having trouble cutting through the red tape to get French assistance. Johnny's got a meeting set up with the bad guys at 12 noon, and I really don't want to send my husband in without some police backup. Get it?" "Got it," Kate confirmed. "I know just the guy. Rene went to school with this really cute officer in Paris. I'll have to tell you about him sometime." "Of course, when we have more time." "Here's Rene. Good luck, guys." "Thanks, Kate." ------- We really lucked out in that not only was Rene's school friend willing to pick up his personal phone at 4:15am, but he was also highly-ranked enough to put together a task force in a very short time. This Captain Leclerq called the jet directly an hour later, and went into a lengthy conversation with Farnsworth and Reddick. And the agents simply told me to get some rest. "It's getting late, Mr. Kwong," Reddick advised. "By the time we land, it will feel like 5am to you. There's a bedroom in back, isn't there? Go to sleep, and we'll wake you when we have a plan." I sighed, too keyed up to sleep but acutely aware that Reddick's advice made sense. I rubbed my forehead, and Taylor touched my arm. "He's right. You should go." I blinked and immediately looked over at my wife. "I'll go to bed if you go with me." Taylor's lips formed a hard line. But before she could say anything, I added, "I just want to hold you. Please?" "I'm still on California time, so it doesn't feel that late to me." "Then just hold me?" Taylor eyed me carefully, scrutinizing my face for what felt like a few minutes, though it was likely less than ten seconds. Then she gave me a quizzical look, and immediately got up from her seat. "Excuse me for a moment," she said to me. And then she immediately looked over to Vivienne, holding out her hand. "Would you come with me, please? I think we need to talk." Vivienne's eyebrows shot up. It was certainly a surprise that Taylor was talking directly to her, probably the very FIRST time Taylor was speaking directly to her, and she put her hand to her chest. "Me?" Taylor nodded, and then looked over at Evania. "You, too." Evania and Vivienne exchanged looks. They both seemed encouraged by the other, and after a moment, the girls started getting up. Vivienne shot me a questioning look, but I just shrugged, not understanding myself. And then without another word, the girls followed Taylor back to the rear bedroom. "Mmm... that can't be good," Reddick commented gruffly, then shot me a look. I shrugged. I didn't think it was going to be good either. Fortunately, we were wrong. ------- Thirty minutes had gone by with the girls holed up in the back bedroom. If I was too keyed up to sleep before, I certainly wasn't feeling too relaxed now. Rather than let my overactive imagination paint all sorts of horrible discussions that were going on behind the closed door, I focused on my own task. After all, not only did I have to get myself to the specified location by 12 noon, I had to be bringing 200 million Euros in bearer bonds with me. You'd think that would be hard to do at 5am local time, but it wasn't. Banks had special phone numbers for people like me, phone numbers that were staffed 24/7. Since I wasn't asking for 200 million in cash from a single bank, just legal documents giving the bearer access to withdraw money, it was rather easy to create the necessary bonds. And by 5:30am local time, I was promised that a bank representative would meet me at the airport with the requested briefcase. The girls still hadn't returned, so I then decided to listen in on the agents' conversation with Captain Leclerq. Basically, we had 8 French officers at our disposal, all of whom were intimately familiar with the location and its surrounding area. They would be shadowing me in plainclothes, with their primary goal to protect me and their secondary goal to capture Sharpley. He WAS an international fugitive, after all. The general thought was that Sharpley had picked a very public place because he wanted to avoid anyone pulling something shady. It was less likely anyone would pull out a machine gun and start firing in the mall as opposed to some dark corner of a parking garage. But the specific location, if Sharpley came in person, trapped him underground with limited exits. It didn't make sense. So the general thought was that some underling would come to me by the Inverse Pyramid and give me further instructions. We just didn't know what those instructions might be. Farnsworth assured me that they were taking every precaution they could think of. A GPS tracking dot was being sewn into my jacket, where the thicker material would hide it from all but the most thorough of searches. Just in case they made me remove my jacket, another tracking dot was being put into the waistband of my boxer shorts. The French officers would be armed, with instructions to protect me even at the risk of blowing the trade. Sharpley had made no mention of me coming alone, and certainly must have expected me to have backup of some kind. The law enforcement guys on both ends decided that most likely, Sharpley would walk us into some form of trap where he had the upper hand, and would demand the money for Cassandra. It would be setup where he had a very high probability of getting away, but not such a complete trap where we would refuse. As long as we had the slightest chance of engaging in a firefight, he would hopefully just take the money and run. Hopefully. The agents had more scenarios to discuss, mostly revolving around the various physical buildings in the heart of Paris, as well as the Seine River, the Metro, and other issues. But I had no more time to eavesdrop. Taylor was at the bedroom door, beckoning me to her. ------- I entered the compact private stateroom at the very aft of the plane. Vivienne sat on the leading edge of the double bed while Evania was at the far end, sitting on the edge with her shoulder against the headboard. Both women looked nervous; but then, I felt the same way. Taylor closed the sliding door, giving us a modicum of privacy. She moved behind me and patted my back. "You need to get some sleep, honey. We land in what ... five hours?" "I told you I would sleep if you would lie down with me at least." I turned and looked her in the eyes. I'd lost myself so many times in Taylor's deep blue irises. So many times she had looked upon me with an almost maternal concern, and she was doing so now. Taylor held my gaze for a couple of seconds, just reading my eyes. I wanted her. I'd missed her. Even though I'd been keeping myself occupied for the past several months, I looked at my wife now, thinking only of the time we'd been apart. She exhaled slowly, blinking sadly. "I'm sorry. Not yet." "Why not?" She didn't answer, only shaking her head. Then she gestured to my girls. "Vivienne and Evania will stay with you. Three is more than enough to fill the bed anyways." I reached my hand out to Taylor. "Please?" Taylor shook her head. "I'll be outside." "Then I'll go with you. We can talk." For the moment, at least, Taylor was trapped on this plane with me for another five-plus hours. It was my best opportunity yet to talk to her without orderlies taking her away or Ashlyn's bedroom for her to hide in. But Taylor shook her head. "No. You need to sleep. It's almost midnight." "But I'm anything but sleepy." Taylor took a deep breath and then waved her hand over to Vivienne. "I figured. But we girls are very good at making men tired." Vivienne then reached out to me. In the cramped confines of the room, my girlfriend only needed to lean forward to capture my arm and pull me towards her. She smiled almost shyly up at me, giving me a coy look before her hands went to the button of my pants. Immediately, I put my hand down to stop her. The gorgeous babe rolled up her soft brown doe eyes, looking so adorably innocent. And I sighed, not wanting to let Vivienne down. But I just couldn't seriously think about sex while my unresolved feelings for Taylor filled the room so thickly that I had trouble breathing. "Taylor..." I intoned wearily. My wife looked at me, then at my girlfriend. After taking a deep breath, she simply extended her arm, reaching behind me and flipping the lock on the stateroom door. And then she reached her hand down Vivienne's jaw, tracing it delicately with her fingertips. The young French girl shivered at the intimate touch, her eyes swiveling up to Taylor's questioningly. The two beauties exchanged something between them, staring intensely right at each other, and I felt my heart flutter as I looked at the pair of them. Whether consciously or not, I'd picked a new girlfriend who physically reminded me of my wife. Both were tall, leggy women with high cheekbones and sharp features. Taylor was a little taller, and a little thinner, befitting a famous supermodel. Her dark blue eyes stood out sharply from her pale face and raven- dark hair. But Vivienne surrendered little to her in beauty. My girlfriend had slightly wider hips and a bigger bust, but they had a similar profile and there was a great deal of resemblance between the two of them. Even the extra brown in Vivienne's dirty-blonde hair made her seem like a younger version of my wife. That resemblance added an extra burst of electricity up my spine when Taylor's lips met Vivienne's. I felt my breath catch in my throat as my wife held my girlfriend's face, tilting her head to the side while parting her lips and extending her tongue deep with the younger girl's mouth. My jaw quivered, and I felt my blood pressure rising as they deepened their embrace. And when Vivienne opened her eyes to look at me, there was no mistaking the golden fire radiating from her irises. In fact, Vivienne stopped kissing Taylor altogether. She sat on the edge of the bed, tilting her head away to expose her graceful neck to Taylor's probing kisses. My wife reached to the fasteners of Vivienne's shirt, slowly peeling the garment off my girlfriend's body while she continued to suck and nibble at the French girl's bare skin. But Vivienne just stared right at me, willing me to understand. She barely knew Taylor. She certainly couldn't have felt too comfortable around my wife. But she wanted to please me. Vivienne would do ANYTHING to make me happy, and if letting Taylor make love to her was one of those things, she did it gladly. A part of me felt like this wasn't appropriate. The two women were just too important to me for a casual hookup, and Vivienne deserved to get to know Taylor before falling into bed with her. But then again, this was my life. If Vivienne wanted to stay with me, she would have to learn to play along with the others. The balance of my relationships with the women around me was just too precarious for any one woman to threaten. Taylor was the Alpha, Cassandra the Omega, and everyone else had to find their way to fit in. So I didn't say anything. I just watched, enraptured as Taylor slowly undressed my girlfriend. Soon, Vivienne returned her attention to her seducer, raising her hands to begin stripping Taylor as well. And within a few minutes, the two half- naked babes fell onto my bed with their bare tits pressed against each other and their tongues once again fencing within each other's mouth. I was now thinking of sex. ------- FBI Agent Matthew Reddick heard the distinctly feminine moan waft out through the very thin door separating the Gulfstream's main cabin from the aft stateroom. This was quickly followed by another moan, in a different pitch that identified the source as a second woman. Reddick sighed and glanced at the two techs accompanying them on this trip, both males. One of them felt his gaze and glanced back at him. Reddick shrugged and shook his head in disbelief. Three freakin' gorgeous babes on board, and all three of them were in that room with Jonathan Kwong. Of course, they were in there because Kwong had billions of dollars to spend on them, whereas he didn't. But even that money had mostly come from an unexpected heritance. Some shitheads just have all the luck. The tech shrugged back, a bemused smile on his face as more moans began coming out from the back room. The other tech slapped his friend on the shoulder, pointing emphatically at the computer screens they were hunched over. "Focus, man," the second tech grumped. Reddick shook his head and willed himself to focus as well. It wouldn't be easy with the racket being produced behind the door, causing all sorts of naughty images to pop into his head. "More coffee, sir?" Reddick picked his head up and smiled at the comely blonde stewardess, the only flight attendant aboard. Her uniform fit well, with the nametag "Julie" clipped above her left breast. She had nice legs coming out from beneath a short skirt. And her megawatt smile immediately made him feel fuzzy inside. While not in a class with the three fucking Kwong's brains out at this very minute, Julie was still a fetching young woman. Maybe... But Reddick shut down that line of thinking. For all he knew, Kwong was banging HER on the side as well. So he just smiled and nodded. "Thank you. Better make it a double." ------- Agent Reddick was wrong about one thing: I'd never fucked Julie, the stewardess. Not that I hadn't screwed my flight attendants in the past. Seducing them into threesomes on long flights had become something of a hobby for me and Cassandra whenever we were traveling. But with my recent absence, Cassandra had cut costs by dismissing our regular pilots and flight attendants. There was no sense in paying them to be on standby for four months without a boss. For her trip to fetch me from Athens, Cassandra had chartered a crew for a one- shot deal. Likewise, this trip had been hastily put together at the last minute with temporary staff I'd only arranged yesterday. I'd barely met Julie, let alone had any time to seduce her. In fact, if I decided to stick around, I would probably try to hire my old crew back. But that was for later. Right now, I was a little too busy to worry about Agent Reddick's suspicions regarding my sex life, or about my future private jet crew requirements. Right now, I was watching a fully-naked Taylor atop a fully-naked Vivienne in a mind-blowing sixty-nine while I sat in the only side chair, built into the fuselage wall, while Evania knelt between my legs sucking on my cock. I was absolutely rock hard, something my Greek valet was taking full advantage of as she licked my mushroom head with her long tongue and used both hands to vertically stroke my shaft. But I wasn't watching her. My eyes were glued to the bed. I had brought Vivienne back with me from Europe to be my girlfriend. I had also always known I would be trying to bring Taylor back home as well. And yet somehow, the thought of the two of them having sex with each other had never crossed my mind. It seemed impossible. After all, my whole life had seemed to revolve around finding gorgeous, busty beauties and having them tag-team me in various combinations for our mutual physical pleasure. And yet I had never mentally paired Vivienne ... or even Evania ... with Taylor, Ashlyn, and Cassandra in my mind. It just seemed a concept that would never happen. My European girls were in a separate group from my wife, assistant, and girlfriend ... mutually exclusive. It was as if my brain could only wrap around being with one group or the other, but not both. Vivienne and Evania belonged to Tom Eriksen, the others to John Kwong. I was both, and yet ... I couldn't be both at the same time. Despite this supposed paradox, there they went, Vivienne and Taylor hungrily devouring each other's pussy with a gusto that defied my beliefs. Vivienne now took charge, rolling so that she was on top. And her eyes flashed with that intense golden fire as she stared at me while making a big show of sinking her rigid tongue in between Taylor's nether lips. I slapped my cheek just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Surely I wasn't watching Vivienne lick her finger and then grin wickedly as she sank it into my wife's crinkled anus. Surely I wasn't groaning as Taylor cupped one of Vivienne's big tits and bent down to nip at a swollen nipple with her teeth. Surely I wasn't staring at Taylor's perfect ass from behind while she bent over in my favorite position. Surely I didn't see the awfully tempting sight of her pretty pussy pulsing as her hips rocked back and forth, riding the sharp tongue of my dirty-blonde girlfriend. But I was. It wasn't a dream. And I wasn't imagining things when Taylor flopped onto her back, pulled Vivienne's crotch over her face, and then stared at me upside-down. "Come fuck her, Johnny," my wife husked deeply before focusing upwards and taking a long lick at Vivienne's slit from clit to perineum. "Come fuck her, then cum inside her, and watch me slurp it all out." Evania just moved out of the way when I stood up. My dick was throbbing, wet, and purple from the excitement. I wasted no time getting to my knees and settling myself behind my girlfriend's upright ass. And Taylor held Vivienne's buttcheeks apart while I centered myself and then quickly lunged forward. "Aaaaaaaaghhh!" Vivienne cried as I skewered her in a single thrust. She was so copiously wet that I was able to smoothly glide all the way in. And she had no sooner bent her head than I was already pulling back and ramming forward once again. It didn't take me long. I was primed to go after watching Taylor and Vivienne go at it, not to mention Evania's excellent fellatio. For the most part, I simply grabbed my girlfriend's waist and pounded her with every ounce of lust I'd built up over the past fifteen minutes or so. There was one exception, when I couldn't help letting go of Vivienne and moving my hands lower to brush against Taylor's sides, even copping a feel of some side-boob. But my wife slapped my hands like she was scolding a child, and pulled her mouth off Vivienne's pussy long enough to verbally scold me. "No, Johnny. Nuh-uh." I didn't want to take the time to argue with her. I accepted Taylor's boundaries, returned my hands to Vivienne's hips, and then pumped my way toward orgasm. Taylor got Vivienne off first. I felt my girlfriend's body begin to vibrate just before the climax came. Her legs got wobbly and I had to pin her against my pelvis for the final few strokes. There was no mistaking her orgasm when her pussy muscles went into convulsions, and there was no denying the pleasure her convulsing muscles were giving to my cock. So less than three minutes after entry, Vivienne's sucking pussy pulled the sperm out of me. "Awww, fuck," I grunted, slamming myself forward and holding myself there as I spewed gob after gob of spunk into the French girl's body. She howled in ecstasy herself, and I don't think Taylor let up on her rug-munching either. Vivienne quivered a second time, another wave of bliss exploding out of her body. And as she did so, I felt my own internal explosions as I fired several more shots of spunk into her quivering quim. When we were finished, I pulled out and dropped off the bed, my legs buckling until I fell back into my chair. Vivienne was a limp rag doll, and she collapsed atop Taylor's body, sweating and panting. But I wasn't paying any attention to my girlfriend by then. No, I couldn't take my eyes off the sight just below me. Taylor was making good on her promise, using her fingers to pry Vivienne's labia apart, letting my creamy goodness ooze out of my girlfriend to dribble down to her gaping mouth. And all the while, Taylor's razor-sharp blue eyes stared back at me. When she had got it all, Taylor rather unceremoniously dumped Vivienne's body to the side. Her cheeks bulging, she gestured a "come here" to Evania, and my gorgeous valet immediately obeyed. Taylor reached up, yanking on Evania's head into an upside-down kiss that my valet met willingly. And then I found it was ME groaning as Taylor rolled them both over, flopping Evania onto her back with her mouth open to receive the load of spunk she had sucked out of Vivienne just a minute prior. I understood the rules now. Taylor still wasn't "ready" to sleep with me, for whatever reasons bouncing around in her recently-rehabbed head. But she was buck naked and willing to participate in an orgy, perhaps using my Euro girls as proxies. And other than keeping my hands off my wife, anything goes. NOW I could imagine my two worlds coming together, not only with Taylor, but with Ashlyn, and Cassandra when I brought her home. It might take some time to work out the various combinations, but I was eager to see them in action. For now, I would settle for the three I had with me tonight. Vivienne had recovered from her orgasms by this point. Eager for some intimacy, my girlfriend slid over to me, delightfully naked. She molded herself against me, taking my head in her hands as she gave me a fierce kiss of both possessiveness and love. And then a moment later, she dropped to her knees to take my half-hard cock in her mouth, humming as she tasted the mingled flavors of the both of us on my skin. But then Taylor's voice drew my attention back to the bed. "Come here, Johnny." I glanced to the side and did a double-take. Taylor was sitting upright, the bed's blankets wrapped around her midsection but low enough to expose her big breasts to the cabin air. Below the blankets was a pair of legs, spread to the sides with the crotch at the edge of the bed. And my wife reached down to open the pussy lips in invitation. Surely Taylor didn't mean for me to... Taylor's trademark smirk spread across her face. A second later I realized the geometry was a bit off. Though it was Taylor's upper body facing me, I figured that she was kneeling atop Evania's belly while my valet lay flat on her back, most of her body covered by the blankets. If I stepped to the foot of the bed and eased my cock into that open pussy, it might look for a second that I was fucking Taylor. But we all knew it would be Evania's snatch I'd be skewering. I didn't mind the illusion. In fact, the idea of fucking Taylor by proxy stimulated my senses, and I was getting harder inside Vivienne's mouth. "Come to me, Johnny," Taylor crooned like a siren. "Come fill me up." ------- -- PARIS, FRANCE -- Men sleep better after sex. I'm pretty sure there's some research out there to prove it. So even though I had less than five hours of sleep, after the number the girls pulled on me, I actually felt quite refreshed by the time we landed. We picked Orly Airport since it was geographically closer to downtown Paris. Captain Leclerq met us on the tarmac with two unmarked black Peugeot 607s and a silver Peugeot Boxer. It was 10:46am local time. Pleasantries were brief. Hands were shook, but we otherwise piled into the cars and sprinted off. In the short time we'd had available, Evania had managed to book a suite with an adjoining room at the Hotel du Louvre, which was quite literally across the street from the Carrousel shopping center that contained La Pyramide Inversée. With police sirens leading us most of the way, we made it to the hotel in 20 minutes. And the presence of French policemen wielding badges ensured the front desk staff got us into our rooms faster than anything. And then it was time for me to go. "I'm sending you in with an earpiece and microphone. Most likely, they'll find them and remove them. But at least we'll record a few things until they do. The GPS tracking dots are passive, though, so they won't come up in a scan or search," Farnsworth assured me. "Hopefully they won't check for those. Unfortunately, the Carrousel mall is underground, so the GPS will have a hard time getting a signal until you go above ground. But if they take you out of there, we'll be able to follow." I nodded. Captain Leclerq then stepped up. His movements were still a little stiff, like those of a line cop or someone with military experience. But he was dressed inconspicuously in jeans and a lightweight jacket. "My men will always be with you, Monsieur Kwong," he stated assuredly. "If there is the slightest threat to your safety, we will pull you out." I took a deep breath. I'd had the occasional fantasy of being James Bond from time to time. But while I'd seemed to have the Bond success in the bedroom, I really wasn't cut out for the spy game. Up until now, my absolute certainty that I needed to do whatever was necessary to get Cassandra back had driven me forward. But now that I was about to step into this rather shady underworld, my nerves were getting to me. Taylor was immediately by my side. "You'll be fine, Johnny," she said soothingly, rubbing my shoulder. I glanced at her, and saw Vivienne bite her lip a few feet further away. My French girlfriend looked like she wanted to approach me too, but nervously stayed back while Taylor was with me. Taylor caught the movement of my eyes. She smiled and nodded, then leaned into my ear and whispered, "Go ahead. Reassure her that you'll be fine." I blinked in surprise at my wife, who just nodded me on. I then stepped away from Taylor and went to hug Vivienne. "I'll be fine," I said, my voice a little shaky. But then realizing I needed to do more to calm the young girl, I took a deep breath and repeated more confidently, "I'll be fine." Vivienne shivered, but nodded her head. I bent to her and we shared a quick kiss. And then I similarly hugged Evania before backing up to the law enforcement guys again. Taylor grinned. And before I realized it, she pulled me into a kiss of her own. She let her lips linger on mine for an extra moment, then smiled up into her eyes and growled, "Go get 'em, Cowboy." Her smile was infectious, and I grinned as well. Miraculously, my nerves were gone. I realized they had started to fade as soon as I had steeled myself to reassure Vivienne, believing that I had to be strong for my girls. That was the trick: I could feel nervous for myself, but my confidence reasserted itself for the sake of the girls. And as I glanced at Taylor, she had a knowing expression that told me that had been her plan all along. My wife knew me well. "Bring Cassandra back," Taylor told me. "And then we'll be whole again." I wouldn't let her down. ------- Everything started off well, I think. A couple of the French undercover officers crossed the street ahead of me, going into the Carrousel shopping center. All I had to do was follow them. And then more officers came after me. One officer stayed behind with the girls in the hotel suite. Another was in the Boxer van with the techs and the two FBI agents, monitoring the electronics and reporting back to his Captain. Leclerq himself and another officer were already on station by the pyramid. I'd been here once before. In a way, it was like any other mall. There was a Virgin Megastore anchoring one side, and the main courtyard around the pyramid itself was bounded by Esprit and an Apple store. But in the center, surrounded by gawking tourists, was a three-foot high pyramid that looked at first glance to be made from the same beige stone of the tiled floor. And suspended from the high ceiling was a large glass pyramid, inverted upside-down, coming down to within inches of the apex of the smaller stone pyramid beneath. One could almost imagine that the small stone pyramid was merely the tip of a larger structure that extended deep underground, containing secrets only known by a select few. The Da Vinci Code posited that the tomb of Mary Magdalene was down there. Myself, I wondered if there was a hidden chamber that trapped my beloved Cassandra beneath my feet. It was 11:57am. The undercover officers milled about, pretending to go about their business. I did my best not to look at any of them, lest I unwittingly point them out to some bad guy. I fidgeted nervously, glancing around, pretending to window shop but mostly straining my eyes for any glimpse of Cassandra or Sharpley himself. Though I had some notion in my head borne of a dozen kidnapping movies of my nemesis waltzing up to greet me and then warning me that if anything happened to him, Cassandra would die, the agents all assured me it was unlikely for Sharpley to come here in person. So I had no idea who to actually look for. The next thing I knew, some college kid with a backpack walked up to me with an index card in his hand. He gave me a funny look, then darted a glance over his shoulder. And after another moment's hesitation, he handed over an index card. "A man told me to give this to you," he said in broken English. And then without another word, he turned and walked away. Immediately, two officers appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the kid, interrogating him in French. I gawked at them for a moment before flipping open the card, which was folded in half. The text was in blocky letters, the phrases in English. And it read: Take Metro Line 1 to Charles de Gaulle Étoile. You must arrive no later than 12:30. Someone will give you further instructions there." And the hunt was on. I turned and looked for Captain Leclerq. Nothing happened for another minute or so, and I spoke into my microphone to tell Agent Farnsworth what had just happened. The college kid had no information other than that some guy he couldn't really describe had offered him five Euros to hand the card to me. "Sharpley probably just wanted to know what kind of help you have," Farnsworth told me. "He's probably got spotters in the crowd, and they now know you have undercover French police with you." Mentally, I realized they'd identified the two who grabbed the kid, possibly more. "What now?" I asked. "Nothing changes. You're up for a Metro ride." Leclerq now came over, investigating the card himself. He chatted rapidly with his team and then with Farnsworth. And then an officer handed me a Metro ticket. "Follow them, like before," he told me, pointing to the two officers I'd followed into the shopping center. So we took the Metro. At Charles de Gaulle Étoile, another kid with another card sent me on a bus trip to the Palais Garnier. My heart broke as I recalled my first Opera there, with Taylor after Cassandra orchestrated a romantic evening for me and my soon-to- be wife. I was then sent walking to the Auber Regional Rail station. And from there, by rail to Gare de Lyon. Every step I took exposed me to any number of outside observers. Every step further exposed the officers traveling with me. And by the time I arrived at Paris' southern train station, I was sure everyone with me had been identified. I had no way of contacting Sharpley. He'd long ago stopped using Cassandra's cell phone. I had no choice but to follow his carefully planned out scavenger hunt, hopping from Point A to B to C. He had something I wanted, badly. And I was pretty much at the mercy of his every whim. Once we met, or if I met his intermediary, we could negotiate a way to get Cassandra back safely. But first we had to meet. Everything came to a head at Gare de Lyon, and I mean that literally. One minute, I was following a card's instructions to go to a certain platform and board the third car of that train. The next, something hit me upside the head, hard enough to make me see stars. I spun around, inky blackness filling in the corners of my vision as I started falling to the ground. I saw the two nearest officers sprinting right at me, and I saw them both get hit by something from behind as they too fell to the ground. My eyes then closed, and I remembered nothing else. ------- -- UNKNOWN LOCATION -- Consciousness returned to me before my eyes opened. I was indoors, the cool air around me completely still. There were human voices ... male ... still indistinct. I was in a seated position, with my head hanging forward. And then I realized that my wrists were bound to the armrests of my chair, with my ankles similarly clamped onto the chair legs. I inhaled sharply as I picked my head up, my eyelids flying wide open and then immediately retracting halfway as I squinted against the harsh light directly above me. Reflexively, I tested the strength of my bonds. The coarse black rope that fastened my limbs to the chair was braided for strength, and expertly tied. It looked vaguely familiar, like something I'd seen aboard my Mediterranean yacht what felt like an eternity ago. And indeed, as my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed several articles around the room that suggested a seagoing vessel. But the room wasn't moving, not even slightly, so I knew I was on dry land. In fact, as far as I could tell, I was in a storage closet or other small, windowless room. The James Bond fantasy in me was inclined to believe I had been captured and taken to my enemy's secret lair. Well, this place might be secret, but it certainly wouldn't qualify as a lair. I looked at the threadbare carpet, plain walls, commercial baseboards, and dropped ceiling and figured I was in an office building of some sort. I stamped my feet, feeling the hardness of concrete beneath me, so I was on the ground floor to boot. There were shelves stocked with various maritime supplies around me, and I briefly thought of trying to MacGyver my way out of my predicament with some of the items there. But then I just shook my head at the ridiculousness of that idea. I was tied down to a simple wooden chair with fishing rope in the back room of some strip mall retail store, and I had no idea what to do. I'm a finance geek, not a superhero, and I was WAY out of my element. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long for someone to get me. A gruff-looking man with hairy arms and a few days' worth of stubble opened the door and looked at me. He didn't say anything, merely stared, and then he turned and barked something in heavily-accented French that I didn't quite catch. A minute later, another gruff-looking guy came in as well. And together, the two of them simply went to either side of me, picked me and the chair up together, and carried me outside. It turned out, I was pretty accurate in my initial assessment of where I was located. Generic strip mall buildings look the same whether you're in New York or Europe, and I certainly was in a strip mall building, some kind of fishing supply company if the signs on the walls were to be believed. Gruff #1 and Gruff #2 simply carried me down a hallway deeper into the complex. It was nighttime as no light was coming around the window blinds. I had no idea how long I'd been rendered unconscious, which meant I had no idea how near or far I was from Paris and the hotel where I'd left my wife, girlfriend, and valet. I briefly worried about them, wondering how my girls would be taking news of my capture. But a moment later, I couldn't worry about them anymore. The gruff boys carried me into a conference room. Instead of a single big conference table, there were four cheap tables arranged to form a big rectangle: two long sides and two short sides with an open hole in the middle. I was being parked on one long side. And tied down to another chair on the other side of the table arrangement, was Cassandra. "Jonathan!" she gasped, obvious concern on her face. "Cassandra!" I chirped, so relieved to see her alive and unharmed that I momentarily forgot that we were both prisoners. "They got you," she whimpered, her shoulders sagging. "You're okay," I sighed, unable to be scared at a moment like this. "For now..." a baritone voice cut in. I looked to my left, and seated in a high- backed chair at the head of the table arrangement, was Robert Sharpley. "Hi, Bob," I said lamely. "Funny running into you like this." "I'm disappointed in you, John. I thought I told you to bring me two hundred million Euros, and all this would go away." "I DID." Sharpley had steepled his hands together, but he now waved his right hand at the empty table before steepling them again. "I don't see my briefcase." "One of my associates was holding it until we met up," I explained. "Don't suppose you brought him along, too, did you?" Sharpley rolled his eyes at Gruff #1, who didn't say anything in response. "You disobeyed my orders, John," Sharpley sighed wearily. "We had a deal. I was holding up my end of it." "Were you? So the eight French officers trailing you weren't there to stop our little business arrangement?" "Not at all. I made clear that Cassandra's safety was my number one priority. They would have let us finish our transaction. Their only role was to ensure my safety." Sharpley smirked and waved back at Gruff #1. "And they did such a fine job doing that, didn't they?" I sighed and shook my head. "You broke the agreement, Bob. Now there's no way you're going to get any money." "On the contrary. Our agreement was that you would bring me two hundred million Euros and I would let your precious Cassandra go. I never SAID I wouldn't snatch you too." Sharpley sat up straight, leaning forward and propping his elbows on the table top. He flashed me a feral grin and cocked his head. "And now I will be making a NEW agreement with your wife. I understand that you recently returned her from that little vacation she had in Malibu. And while I calculated that you would be willing to lose two hundred million in order to get Miss Cooper back, I'd wager that your wife would be willing to part with much MORE for your safe return." "You won't get away with this," I grunted. "You've already escalated the situation by kidnapping me. They'll find me, and when they do, they won't be so diplomatic." "And just how are they going to find you, hmm? We found both of your pathetic tracking dots. The men I hired take no chances, so we stripped you naked before bringing you here," Sharpley chuckled, gesturing at the cotton sweatsuit I was now wearing. "These guys have spent a lifetime eluding the authorities. And the simple fact is, we haven't actually harmed anyone. French police worries about murderers and terrorists. So what if a rich man and his assistant go missing? Let the Americans stew over that." "You can't hide forever, Bob. Taylor has got a LOT of money at her disposal, and you're right: she'd be willing to part with a whole bunch of it for my safe return. But I know my wife, and rather than hand it over to you, I think she'd much rather spend it by hiring guys who would love nothing better than to slice your balls off with cuticle scissors and then slow boil them in a rice cooker before feeding them to you." Sharpley sighed and shook his head. "Your wife is a vapid supermodel. I know, I married two of them. The easiest thing is to throw money at the problem until it goes away so she can get back to her shopping." "That's not my Taylor," I growled. Sharpley chuckled. "We shall see." ------- After Sharpley got done posturing, he had the gruff boys carry first me and then Cassandra into what I surmised was our prison cell for the duration. While I'd thought the room I'd woken up in was a closet, this room was actually a closet. The storage area was about 8 feet square, with metal tracks vertically screwed onto the wall from which shelves had once hung. There was only a single light bulb, controlled by a switch outside. The door lock only worked from the outside. And there were no air vents above to pry open and try to crawl out. The only thing in the room besides us was a twin bed mattress on the floor, with a single pillow. And after Cassandra first came to give me a fierce hug, we both sank down to sit on it. Cassandra wanted to know how I'd come to be a guest of Hotel Sharpley, and I told her everything from collecting our friends and family at the Montauk home to then jetting off to Paris after Sharpley's ransom demand. "Do you know where we are now?" I asked. My assistant shook her head in the negative before pulling her knees up to her chest and then wrapping her arms around them. She turned and laid her cheek against her kneecaps and sighed. "They drugged me." Somehow, the Aussie twang made it sound even worse. "I woke up tied to a chair in another room, dressed like this." She fingered her cotton sweatsuit. "Me, too." "You shouldn't have come after me," she stated disapprovingly. I arched an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?" "Well, you definitely shouldn't have come yourself." I shrugged. "Sharpley said he'd ... do ... things to you if I didn't. I might've negotiated your safe return if I'd personally stayed out of it, but I didn't want to let him get his grubby hands on you. We both know how much of a letch he can be." Cassandra shivered, hugging her knees tighter. I reached forward and rubbed her back soothingly. She took a deep breath and then glanced over at me. "Did I tell you he used to flirt with me?" I arched an eyebrow. "They all did..." she conceded. "Well ... maybe half of your executives. The other half were too scared of me, I think. But the ones that did were never serious about it. Some of it was light comments, nothing remotely close to sexual harassment. I think a few of them just wanted to get on my good side thinking it would put them in better standing with you." I nodded. "Hackett?" Cassandra flashed me a smile and nodded. "Quite the ambitious one, Hackett." Cassandra nodded again. Then she sighed. "But Sharpley was always a little different. He was the closest one to ... I dunno... doing something about it. I felt his eyes on me all the time. Wolfish. Twice, I thought he was trying to cop a feel, but he was always discreet about it ... and they really did seem accidental." I steamed inside at the mere thought. "You should have told me." "Jonathan..." she soothed, trying to pacify me. She then shook her head. "It wasn't enough to set off any real alarms. I certainly never saw THIS coming. And he was sooo good at acquisitions that I didn't want to risk it. Really, it was nothing I couldn't handle." "Until now." She shrugged and nodded acceptance. "Until now." "But he hasn't touched you since all this?" Cassandra winced. I took one look at her expression then immediately stood up and banged on the door. "Sharpley!" I yelled angrily through the wood. "Hey! Hey!" Cassandra was beside me in a flash, tugging me away from the door and back down onto the mattress. "Jonathan. Relax." "Did he touch you?" I seethed. Cassandra winced again, but held onto my forearm. "He copped a few feels of my ass while making suggestive comments. He brushed his fingers under my tits. And he's stroked my cheeks quite a few times. But he hasn't tried to take my clothes off or do anything ... serious. Of course, someone had to change me from my suit into these clothes while I was unconscious. I can't know what happened then. But nobody's raped me or anything like that." Much as I didn't like it, I calmed down after that. I exhaled slowly and put my head in my hands. "This is all my fault. I never should have left you." "Jonathan, there's nothing you could have done to protect me." "Of course I could have. I could have found him a long time ago if I really dedicated the resources to it." "He'd disappeared. You don't think the FBI and Interpol have been trying all this time?" "I should have assigned a permanent bodyguard to you until he was found, outside AND inside the building." "That would have cramped my style. Even outside, Fat Tony was nice but in the way. I wouldn't have let you do it." "I'd have MADE you do it." "Really." Cassandra weathered me with a stiff look. It was a statement, not a question. We both knew that she was by far the more stubborn of the two of us. I took one look at her serious expression and immediately cracked up. That made her crack up. And then the two of us couldn't help but turn to each other and wrap ourselves up in another warm hug. "Gawd, I've missed you," she hummed, squeezing me fiercely. I thought of the past month or so, playing house with Vivienne and Evania, turning my back on my old life and leaving my beloved assistant all alone in that bigass mansion. The guilt I'd started to feel even before Sharpley's first call rose up like bile in my throat. And I patted her back while sighing mournfully, repeating, "I should never have left you." She was quiet for a long moment, just hugging me back. We rocked back and forth slowly, feeling our muscles straining with the prolonged tension, but neither of us willing to let go. But at last, she spoke. "It's not your fault," she said weakly, beginning to choke up. "I could have gone with you." Now I released the tension from my arms, and Cassandra leaned back away from me. A tear was forming at the corner of her eyes, and she paused to wipe it away with a fingertip. Her lower lip was shaking, and rather than say anything, I waited her out, giving her a moment to compose herself. I don't think I'd ever seen my assistant look so ... vulnerable. She always projected her ice queen image at work, the intimidating Amazon so in charge and in control. Even at home, she was the model of efficiency, barking orders and simultaneously looking out for my best interests. And in love, she was passionate and fierce and so powerfully sexy. Even when playing at being subservient to me, with her husking "sirs" and willingness to let me just take her as my fucktoy, she was aggressively howling at me and still a force to be reckoned with. True, there were moments from time to time when she opened up and let me peek inside to her emotional core, but we always knew there were steel-trap doors waiting to close around it at a moment's notice. Not now. Now, the only thing blocking my view through those sky blue eyes right into Cassandra's soul were a few strands of blonde bangs hanging into her face. There was no business power suit, no sexy lingerie, nor even sharp, stylish casual clothes. In the baggy sweats, beneath the harsh light of a naked bulb, she looked softer, younger, and ... scared. I wanted to hold her, to reassure her that everything would be alright even though she was the one woman I almost never had to do that with. But just as I reached for her, Cassandra sniffled and took a deep breath. And then dropping her hands into her lap, she asked, "Do you remember the day I caught up to you in Athens?" My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to remember back then. It felt like eons ago, even though it was barely a month. Still, I replied, "Yes." "I was sooo relieved to finally see you. The three months you were gone were..." She trailed off and then sighed. "They were really hard on me." "Cassandra, I'm so sor-" "It's not your fault. I could have seen you before that if I really wanted to." "What?" Cassandra gave me a Cheshire smile. "I'm me. You don't really think it took me three months to track you down, do you?" My jaw dropped. "Uh ... well..." She shook her head. "I wanted to give you some space. I knew you needed more time to heal. You ran away for a reason. For me to drag you back home immediately wouldn't have helped anything." I was still dumbstruck. Her face fell. "But knowing where you were, knowing I could have had you back if I really wanted ... it made it THAT much harder to be away from you. I was miserable. Things had been so rough ever since JJ..." She trailed off suddenly, wincing and watching me for a reaction. Surprisingly, I didn't feel the pang in my heart like I'd used to. It hadn't been that long ago since my only son died, but so much else had been going on that I'd forgotten what it was like to mourn. It still hurt ... but just a little. And I motioned for her to continue. "Anyways, from that into Taylor's thing and you leaving and then not being able to bring you back yet ... it was really stressful on me. I HATED it," she spat in a voice full of venom. "I tried to focus on work, it's how I've always dealt with things. But I was still just SO relieved and SO happy when we were finally together again. I've made no secret that I love you ... dearly ... in my own way, Jonathan." I reached up and caressed her face. "And I love you." She reached up to hold my hand, pressing it tighter against her cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. Still with her eyes closed, she murmured, "Making love with you on the jet was one of the happiest moments of my life." I smiled. My memory was fuzzy on a lot of things, but I DID remember that. But then Cassandra exhaled heavily, and she pulled my hand away. There was a fresh tear at her left eye, and she wiped at it again. Sniffling once more, she took a deep breath and said, "But I was scared. I was sliding back into old wants, old desires. I felt my emotions taking over. I love you SO much, Jonathan ... so passionately. It hurt so much to be away from you, that when I finally got you back, I wanted nothing more than to become what YOU always wanted from me..." I started to get an idea of what Cassandra was saying, and I inhaled sharply. There was only one thing I'd ever wanted of her, the one thing she wouldn't give me, and I couldn't believe where she was going with this. Cassandra nodded as recognition dawned in my eyes. "To be your wife. To be the mother of your children. Not as a replacement for Taylor, but along with her. To give up the job and just ... just BE with you." I bit my lip and held my breath. I couldn't react except to blink at her for a little while. Cassandra smiled, and then winced again. "But I didn't let myself. You ... you were the same Jonathan you've always been. You had Evania serving your needs, and I saw how attached you'd gotten to Vivienne in such a short time. I was jealous at first, feeling like I'd been replaced. I think it was unconscious, but I started acting a little alpha female, making sure I sat next to you and giving the other girls these 'back off' looks." I chuckled, remembering how close Cassandra had gotten to "fawning girlfriend" that first day. She took a deep breath, further calming herself. "But after we made love, I felt some of my self-control coming back. I bottled up my emotions. I closed myself up again." I gave her a curious look. And I ventured speculatively, "That first morning, at breakfast in Montauk ... You stood behind my chair and acted like ... like a servant." She nodded. "And then when you said you wanted to leave, to go into hiding again ... I could have gone with you. I should have gone with you. But I was scared my emotions would take over again. I tried to think rationally, but at the same time I was using the situation as an excuse to back off. I was afraid I wanted to go with you for the wrong reasons, so in the end, I chose to stay behind." I bit my lip, feeling the old heartache I'd felt a month ago when she'd made that decision. Cassandra sighed, and looked at me with sincere apology in her eyes. "It was the wrong choice." "Cassandra..." She shook her head to stop me. "Let me finish. I have to finish this." I nodded. During her little admission, I'd started to lean toward her. Now, I consciously leaned back and put some space between us again. Cassandra took a deep breath one more time and tucked a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I've done a lot of thinking since you left. I've done even more thinking since I got kidnapped and brought here. I promised myself that I would tell you this when I saw you again, no matter the circumstances. And even though it's not like I'd hoped it would be..." She waved at our tiny room. "I have to tell you this." I nodded and waited with bated breath. "I love you, Jonathan. I want to be your wife. And ... and..." she managed a weak smile. "I want to have your children." My lip quivered for just a moment, but then before I realized it, I'd tackled her onto the mattress and was kissing her as if both our lives depended on it. I growled as I devoured her mouth, my tongue spearing inside and tickling the backside of her teeth. She giggled and laughed as I pawed at her sides. But just as I started to drag her sweatshirt up her torso, she squealed, "Stop-stop-stop! There's a camera in here!" Immediately I pulled away and let Cassandra tug the hem of her sweatshirt down. I'd discovered she was braless, the sweats and a pair of panties her only clothing. And the last thing I wanted was to give our captors a free show. Cassandra flipped her hair back and then pointed to the corner of the room. The single-bulb light was blinding, but in the corner I saw the reflection of a lens and the red light signaling that the camera was transmitting. "That's a dropped ceiling, isn't it?" I pointed at the speckled square tiles above us. "Don't bother. I threw my pillow at them and even lifted the mattress to try and dislodge them. They're weighted down. And after I destroyed the first camera, they replaced it and then grabbed my ass, telling me there would be a 'penalty' if I broke this one." She shivered at the thought of those men touching her. I did too. I turned to her with a smile. "You'll really have kids with me when we get out of this?" Cassandra grinned, nodding as happily as a girl who'd just been asked to get married. I grinned right back. "Then we are getting the HELL out of here." ------- Despite my confident statement, Cassandra and I didn't go anywhere for a while. We had no tools and no way of opening the only door. The four walls around us were solid. And Cassandra was right: we couldn't get up through the ceiling, either. Our captors just left us alone. The single light bulb stayed on, and without any windows we had no idea what time it was. It could be daylight or nighttime and we wouldn't know the difference. All I really knew was that several hours must have passed. Cassandra and I talked. Her admission had put me in a confessional mood, and I told her all about my thoughts of running away and living Tom Eriksen's life. She listened with infinite patience, pulling my head into her lap and stroking my forehead while I bitched and moaned about the pressures of being a famous (infamous?) billionaire. I told her things I never could have said to Vivienne or Evania or anyone else who'd been with me the past few months. Cassandra had always been my rock. She was my therapist. She was the dependable one. And she had a few choice observations about the way I was going about things. "Maybe I didn't give you enough time in the Mediterranean," she drawled. "Huh?" Shaking her head, Cassandra sighed and said, "You have to realize that you're just as broken as Taylor and Ashlyn are, and I don't think you've recovered yet, despite the little vacation. This isn't about a fully healed Jonathan showing up and inviting his wife and girlfriend to rejoin him in the world of the living. This isn't a quick fix that will be made alright in a single conversation." "I never expected to fix everything in a single conversation." "Didn't you? 'Hi Ashlyn, I'm back. Come home now please. Hi Taylor, I'm back. Come home now please." Cassandra leveled her gaze at me. My jaw flapped up and down for a moment. But I found my voice a moment later and sputtered, "I had more to say than just that." "Maybe," she conceded. "But for all your negotiation skills, it's not about arguing numbers here. You can't wheel and deal your way into putting your life back together." "What are you saying? I should send Taylor back to Malibu and just let Ashlyn go?" "No, of course not. I'm just saying that you have to stop with the mentality that you're alright. Taylor didn't want to return because she thinks you're better off without her. That's not true. You're broken, she's broken ... even I'm broken without you. Together, we have to make it work again, one step at a time." "We will," I swore. "So maybe I had to forcibly pull Taylor out of the program. But I'm going to get us out of this, all of us will go back home. And we'll make it work." Cassandra leaned herself against my side, wrapping her arms around me in a warm hug. "I know we will." Despite our predicament, we both relaxed. I felt relieved being able to let all those thoughts and emotions off my chest, being able to share them with someone I trusted implicitly. It felt good to talk out these problems and get her advice, the way I used to. And it was certainly comfortable lying in her lap and feeling her strong hands massaging my temples. Cassandra calmed down as well. The same way she threw herself into her work to distract herself from her emotions, she focused on me and listened to me as a way of getting her mind off her own isolated thoughts. This was a routine for us, an old habit of our long-term relationship. And we both reveled in the familiarity of our roles, even if our surroundings weren't exactly familiar. Eventually, I must have dropped off to sleep. I was exhausted, still lacking sufficient sleep from the past few days. And I was sooo comfortable that I couldn't help but drift away. Some unknown number of hours later, I woke up feeling quite refreshed. I happily snuggled down after finding I was spooning my beloved Cassandra on the small bed. And I grinned when I realized my hand had slipped beneath the hem of her sweatshirt to cup a very full naked breast against my palm. In those first few seconds after waking, I forgot where I was. All I knew was the scent of Cassandra's hair, and the feel of her body in front of me. I had a morning woody, and I absentmindedly grinded it against her ass. I pressed my nose down against the back of her neck before kissing it tenderly. And my fingertips rubbed softly, teasing her nipple into hardness. "Mmm..." Cassandra hummed as she began to stir. She rolled her shoulders inward while pressing herself back against my chest, snuggling us together. And one hand came up to hold mine more firmly against her breast. I let my mind fill with arousal as I squeezed her mammary a little tighter. Cassandra was rubbing her ass against my crotch now, her breath coming in soft pants. She turned her head around to face me and cracked her eyelids open, revealing those bright blue eyes I adored so much. And she extended her neck so that she could meet me in a kiss. But just before our lips touched, the light bulb went out, plunging us into darkness. Startled, Cassandra turned away from me and looked up at it. But just as our eyes began to adjust to the dimness, a new harsh light beamed into our faces as the door opened and the outside room's illumination spilled in. "Aww, am I interrupting a tender moment?" Bob Sharpley cackled as he stood silhouetted in the doorway. "Fuck you, Bob," I spat. He simply sighed. "I'd prefer to let you stew in there for all eternity until I get my money. But your wife is proving to be quite the headache." ------- One-by-one, we were allowed to go to the bathroom and then were given coffee and baguette sandwiches. The blinds on the outside windows were still drawn, but morning light was coming through the cracks. And once we were finished, Cassandra and I were re-tied into our chairs and carried back into the conference room. Sharpley was seated in his chair at the head of the table, drumming his fingers on the wooden surface. His jaw was set and he scowled fiercely, clearly annoyed. And once I was put down to his right, with Cassandra across the table to his left, he looked over at me. "I hadn't expected you to bring your wife to France. I called your house, and imagine my surprise when they told me she was in Paris." I shrugged. "She wanted to come. I was in no position to tell her 'no'." He checked his watch and shrugged. "It makes these phone calls more convenient for everyone, I suppose. Not that I'm really interested in making things convenient for her." "Of course not." He sighed, tapping the table and staring at his watch a little more. Cassandra was quiet, watching him. I busied myself by scanning the room for exits or other things I could use in a potential escape attempt. Presently, Sharpley jerked his wrist away and fished out a cell phone, which he plugged into the conference phone on the table in front of him. He held down a speed-dial and a second later, we all heard over the speaker the European beeping that signaled a call in progress. Three seconds later, Taylor picked up. "You're two minutes late," my wife drawled nonchalantly. I could just picture her checking her nails while dismissively flicking away some maid in the house. "It's exactly 9am," Sharpley complained. "Whatever. Do you have anything new to say? Or are you just wasting my time?" "I'm giving you a chance to get your husband back." "And I told you, I'm not giving you a dime. I don't even know that he's alive." Sharpley turned and gestured to Gruff #1, who was standing behind me. Immediately, the guy whacked me upside the head, causing me to howl. "Fuck, man!" I couldn't help but spit. "That could be anyone," Taylor drawled. "Tell her who you are," Sharpley ordered. Gruff #1 cocked his gun and held it at the back of my head. I sighed and muttered, "Taylor, it's me." "Hi, Johnny. Sorry you're in this predicament. But I told you not to go," Taylor sighed as if she were bored with the whole thing. I frowned. Taylor had told me no such thing. "Is Cassandra alright?" she asked. "I'm here. I'm unharmed," Cassandra answered for herself. "There. Both captives, alive and available for ransom," Sharpley growled. "I'm not interested in a ransom," Taylor scoffed. "Thought I made that clear last night." "If you're trying to bluff me, my number is not negotiable: Two hundred million Euros... each," Sharpley stated coldly. "I wasn't trying to negotiate," Taylor commented. "I told you I don't care. Kill them if you want." My jaw dropped. Cassandra's eyes widened, and she stared at me in surprise. Surely we hadn't heard my wife say what we thought she said. "Don't think I won't do it," Sharpley growled. "Go ahead." "Do you seriously think I'm going to believe you don't mind me killing your husband?" "Our marriage is over. My only son died. I went cokehead and then went into rehab. My husband flew off to Europe for his own personal holiday and found himself a new girlfriend. We're done. I don't care anymore." "Bullshit." "You don't get it, do you, Bob?" Taylor laughed, a condescending cackle that called to mind every hot cheerleader in high school that looked down upon a pimple-faced nerd. "I don't CARE if you kill them. I've barely seen my husband in four months. He left me to rot in rehab while he went gallivanting around the Mediterranean screwing college-aged Eurotrash. Now you've put ME in charge of a multi-billion dollar fortune. If I divorce Johnny, I might get half, after the long, protracted legal proceedings. If I killed him, there would be all sorts of scrutiny on me. But if YOU get rid of him for me, I get everything. So please, do me the favor." "Fucking bitch," Sharpley muttered. "You're just like my ex-wife." Taylor chuckled. "Maybe I should meet her. If you take care of this for me, I probably owe her a lunch or something." And then she launched into that condescending cackle once again. Sharpley was visibly seething. His face was flushed pink, and he gritted his teeth so loudly I thought I could hear chipping. "You blew it, Bob. You should have just taken the money Johnny was bringing you and run. JOHNNY cares about Cassandra. HE would've given you the money for her. But me? I couldn't give a shit. My husband's been fucking that tramp secretary of his for years. Now you're giving me an alibi free way of getting rid of BOTH of them. For that, I thank you." Sharpley balled up his fists, and he was starting to shake. "Y'know, I changed my mind," Taylor scoffed. "I really SHOULD thank you for offing them for me. What do you say I mail you a check? A thousand bucks? That's about what they're worth to me. Just gimme an address and I'll send it along, as soon as I figure out how to find a stamp around here." "Fucking BITCH!" Sharpley snapped as he stood up so hard his chair fell over. Immediately he walked around the table to me, cocked back his right arm, and let fly. There was nothing I could do to avoid the punch. My wrists and ankles were strapped down to the chair. But I did manage to twist my head with the impact. And I let my body sag to the side so that most of the force pushed me instead of my cheek taking it all. My chair toppled. I braced myself as best I could, but it was still jarring when the thing hit the floor. The straps actually saved me; my head never bounced off the floor. Instead I was held there, tied to the chair and uncomfortably sagged to the side. I didn't even feel it when Sharpley lashed out with a kick, the seat bottom taking just about all the force instead of my ass. "Fine. We'll do it your way," Sharpley snarled. "I'm going to kill him. And you're going to listen to me doing it." For once, Taylor didn't have a comeback. The speaker on the desk was silent, although there were no line dead tones to indicate that she'd hung up. His hands shaking, Sharpley stood over me and pulled a gun out of his waistband. He checked it a few times, flicking the safety. Clearly, this wasn't a man who was accustomed to firearms. But he figured it out and then used his left hand to jerk back on the slide, cocking the weapon. And then he aimed it down at my head. Still nothing from Taylor. Sharpley sneered and aimed the gun. And my mind went blank. I closed my eyes. I couldn't help it. A part of me wanted to think I'd be brave in the face of death, but the fact was: I didn't want to die. The one and only time I'd ever had a gun in my face, with Crystal Ward, Cassandra had knocked it away before I had time to think. Not this time. Cassandra was tied up. No one was going to stop Sharpley. And as I waited for the bullet to enter my brain, my mind filled with all my regrets: I was sad that I'd never give Cassandra the kids she finally wanted to have with me. We'd come so close to being the intimate couple, fully open to love, that I knew we were always capable of. But we'd never taken that final step, and now it was too late. I was sad that I'd never gotten to reconcile with Taylor. She'd been with me since the beginning, the wild love of my life since college. Our lives had gone to pieces, like she'd just said over the phone. But despite her words, I truly believed we could have fixed things and gotten back to the way we were. I was sad about Ashlyn. She was the mother of my child, my beautiful Joey. I felt bad for not supporting them the way either of them was worthy of. Ashlyn deserved to have a partner beside her, a husband for her family. And Joey deserved to grow up knowing her father. And I was sad about Vivienne. She'd given so much to me, always loving and asking for almost nothing in return. She'd given up her life for me, and at such a young age. She'd been a source of comfort and hope for a long time already, and I was sad that she wouldn't get to live her dream life with her dearly loved 'Tohm'. The gun fired. I heard the explosion from close range... ... and then nothing. I didn't feel anything. Am I dead? Blinking, I opened up my eyes and stared into the barrel of a smoking gun. Clearly, it was pointed right at me. Am I dead? I asked myself again. Is my cold, lifeless body on the floor, and my soul is staring out from my lifeless eyes right now? But then Sharpley's jaw started quivering, and he pulled the gun back. He looked up and away. And without a word, he stepped aside. "Pick him up," he growled in a low voice. Gruff #1 did as ordered, lifting my chair back into a seated position. To my right, I saw that a big chunk of the drywall had been taken out by the gunshot. Sharpley must have turned the gun away right before firing it. Only then did I realize I'd been holding my breath. And as my lungs filled with air and my ears filled with the sounds of the room around me, I realized that I was not dead. Cassandra, across the table, was whimpering with obvious tear tracks down her cheeks. She looked so utterly relieved that Sharpley hadn't killed me. But at the same time, she was absolutely terrified. It wasn't right. This was Cassandra. The woman was afraid of nothing. And I hated the situation that had made her so vulnerable. "Couldn't do it, could you?" Taylor finally said over the speaker. Sharpley stood at the foot end of the conference room, staring at the gun in his hands. "I'm not a murderer," he mumbled. All was silent for a long moment. The gruff boys looked at each other, not sure what to do. Cassandra was still sobbing quietly, trying to calm herself. But then Sharpley's eyes picked up, and he stared straight at the disheveled blonde. "I'm not a murderer, but I AM a connoisseur of fine women," he breathed. And without another word, he strode forward and over next to Cassandra, bending down beside her chair legs. "What are you doing?" I gasped in alarm, my sense of foreboding rising. "Shut him up!" Sharpley snapped immediately, pointing at me. Gruff #1 immediately pulled out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a big strip and then gripping my head to clamp it over my mouth. I fought him as best I could with my hands tied, but he managed to fasten it over my lips so that all I could do was let out muffled screams. By now, Sharpley had released Cassandra from her bonds, or so I thought. The cheap conference tables had four straight legs, one at each corner. He and Gruff #2 had re-tied each of her ankles to a leg, keeping her feet about shoulder width apart before bending her face-down over the tabletop surface. Cassandra was howling in protest as they fought with her to get her wrists similarly tied to the opposite legs, which would leave her helplessly immobile. I desperately wished I could help her, but all I could do was scream futilely into the blockage of the duct tape. "Shut her up, too!" Sharpley yelled at Gruff #1. "Bob!" Taylor yelled over the phone, but she was ignored for now. Gruff #1 got Cassandra's mouth covered, no matter how hard she thrashed. I watched her upper thighs digging into the hard edge of the tabletop. And she jerked herself with enough force to make the entire table move away from the other three. But Sharpley stepped up and slapped her ... HARD ... across one cheek, banging her head against the table at the same time. Cassandra's eyes rolled up into her head as she was concussed, and most of the fight went out of her. "Fuck you, bitch," Sharpley spat before backing up behind Cassandra. There was a sadistic grin on his face as he reached both hands to the waistband of her sweatpants. And with an evil laugh, he dropped to his knees, dragging her pants and panties down with him. "Such a nice ass," he drawled. "I'm gonna enjoy shoving my dick up it. Has Kwong ever been man enough to do that to you? He ever get fed up with your prissy stuck-up attitude, shove you face-down over a desk, and sodomize the shit outta you? Huh?" Cassandra whimpered, then shivered as Sharpley began running his hands against her naked skin. Even worse, she shrieked when his fingers buzzed her anus. I knew full well that Cassandra was an anal virgin. For all my proclivities in buttfucking Taylor, Ashlyn, Vivienne, or any other hot girl who would let me do it, Cassandra's asshole was exit-only. I figured she was just too uptight to ever really relax and enjoy it. But I didn't pressure her. She loved me in her own way. Still with her mouth covered by duct tape, Cassandra started sobbing when Gruff #2 tugged her sweatshirt up as well, bunching the material around her neck while he began fondling her naked breasts. She was helpless to resist, tied down and bent over the table, but she still thrashed and tried to get herself away from their probing hands. I closed my eyes again. My throat was raw from screaming at Sharpley to stop. I tried to tell him that I'd give him anything. I'd give him all the money I had in the world. Please, he just had to stop. But he didn't stop. I felt, more than heard, the moment Sharpley's dick went into Cassandra's body. Cassandra screamed, an unholy bellow of pain and shame all at once. This is karma. This is YOUR fault. This is what you were going to do to poor Olivia. The world is punishing you, and your beloved Cassandra is the one who's paying the price. "Such a nice pussy..." Sharpley groaned contentedly. "Dry as hell, but you'll get wet soon. You're gonna get my dick all nice and wet. After all, you know which hole it's going into next." Cassandra sobbed again, and I squeezed my eyes. Helpless. I felt so utterly and completely ... helpless. "You're going to die, Bob." The words reverberated in my head. But a second later I realized that they'd been spoken aloud. Taylor's voice rang clear in the air. And in a quietly serious tone, she added, "I'll kill you myself if I have to." "So she isn't just some fucking tramp to you after all, is she?" Sharpley brayed at the speakerphone. "No woman deserves that," Taylor stated bitterly. "You're next." Sharpley laughed coldly. "I'll find you. I'll tie down that sexy body you flaunted at all the company parties. I'll bend you into pretzel positions your dear Johnny never even THOUGHT of. And I'll fuck you within an inch of your pretty little life!" There was a sharp, high-pitched scream just then. I first whipped my gaze down from Sharpley's face to Cassandra. But while her face was mixed up in agony, she wasn't crying out. I looked at the speakerphone, but Taylor wasn't making a sound. Only then did I realize the noise wasn't a scream, but actually the sound of glass shattering directly behind me. As I whipped my head around to the side, I caught sight of Gruff #1 jerking a pistol out of his jacket and aiming it behind me. But instantly a red dot appeared on his chest. And then little bits of fabric began puffing out from his jacket, accompanied by little squirts of red blood. Gruff #1 fell onto his back. I couldn't see behind me. My chair was facing the wrong way, and with all four limbs restrained, I couldn't really move it. Across the tables, Gruff #2 started firing back, his pistol cracking loudly while he ducked for cover. Sharpley similarly ducked off to the side, and in the process, the entire table to which Cassandra was strapped tipped over. She started screaming again, but amidst the chaos of the room, all I could really do was duck my head and try not to get shot. There was more gunfire to my right, toward the open door to the rest of the office building. Apparently Sharpley had more goons than just the Gruff boys, and they were putting up a hell of a fight. Still, at least one of my rescuers had recognized me. And a man with a French accent was suddenly beside me, trying to tell me he was here to help while digging the tip a knife between my wrists and my bonds. Just after my wrists were freed, bullets sprayed above my head, drawing the attention of my French rescuer. I ducked out of my chair, seeking a lower profile. At the same time, I saw Gruff #1 lying nearby, flat on his back with a pool of blood expanding out from beneath his body. His gun was just a foot away, and despite my ankles still being tied to the chair, I lunged for it and dragged the chair with me anyways. Moments later, I came up with the gun, and looked back for my rescuer. He was French police, although I didn't recognize his face. Gunfire was pouring in from the open doorway to the conference room, and his focus was in that direction. Me? I wanted to know what happened to Cassandra. So with gun in hand and ankles still strapped to the damn chair, I crawled straight underneath the tables and headed for the tipped over one where my assistant and ex-Acquisitions VP had tumbled. "Sharpley!" I yelled. "Call them off, Kwong!" he yelled back. I looked over and saw him sitting up with his back against the wall. His pants were still around his ankles, his dick now limp and shriveled in his crotch, though it was still wet from Cassandra's pussy. In his right hand was his gun, the same one he'd fired over my head just minutes ago. And this time, it was aimed off to my left, just behind the fallen table, where I saw that Cassandra's feet had come loose after her bonds had slipped below the table legs. "Call them off or I'll kill her!" he screamed. I couldn't see Cassandra, just her feet poking out from behind the table. I didn't know what condition she was in, but I couldn't wait any longer. I wouldn't lose her again. I couldn't. Sharpley was capable of anything at this point. And even as he screamed, I saw his hand shaking, with his gun pointing at the floor. I didn't think about it. I raised my gun and fired. James Bond, I'm not. I have HORRIBLE aim. I meant to hit him in the chest. I didn't. In retrospect, what I'd just done was the absolute most stupidest thing I could have done. Even if I'd hit him in the chest, he'd probably still have enough time to shoot Cassandra. And I would have directly caused the very thing I wanted to avoid. But I hit him in the arm. His right arm. The arm that connected to the hand that was holding the gun. And miracle of miracles, Sharpley dropped his weapon. Just then, all other gunshots stopped. I saw Gruff #2 over to my right, kneeling on the floor with his hands in the air. Three French police officers, fully clad in battle gear, were standing in front of him, rifles at the ready. And there were two cops behind me. "Are you alright, Monsieur Kwong?" one of them asked me, in a semi-familiar voice. Sharpley leaned back against the wall, holding both arms above his head, although his right bicep was bleeding badly. His eyes were directly above me. I looked back, and Captain Leclerq himself stood above me with a rifle trained on Sharpley. He'd been the one to address me. And I nodded my head, kneeling awkwardly with the chair still strapped to my ankles. "I will take that," another officer said as he knelt beside me, reaching for my pistol. My hands shaking, I handed it to him. And as the hot metal left my grasp, I felt a huge wave of tension flow out of me. "Fuuuck," I sighed, hanging my head forward in relief. It was over. [click] Four pairs of eyes darted over to the fallen table: the two cops', mine, and Sharpley's. Bob gasped and then held his hands in front of him defensively. And he started shaking. "No ... please ... No..." The cop that had cut free my wrists was now at my feet, and he finished cutting the bonds at my ankles. I stood awkwardly, and then moved over to the fallen table. Sitting upright on the other side, her right wrist still tied to a table leg, was Cassandra. "Please..." Sharpley whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked like a man who knew he was about to die. And if I had been in his place, I would have believed it too. Cassandra's blue eyes were gray flint. Her clothes were still a mess, her panties around her ankles and her sweatshirt still high enough to expose her bosom for the world to see. Her wrists were red from bondage, and she sat uncomfortably after the unwanted penetration she'd been forced to endure. She stared at her rapist with a look of malevolent hatred. And my left-handed personal assistant hefted the gun with confident ease as she aimed it directly at Sharpley's forehead. She was only six feet away. She would not miss. "Mademoiselle..." Captain Leclerq stated cautiously. "Please put the gun down." If Cassandra heard him, she didn't show it. She still held the gun steady, fingering the trigger. Her mouth was a hard line across, and I could see the tension in her cheeks. "Cassandra..." I said quietly. "It's over." Her jaw quivered at the sound of my voice, but she didn't look at me. But then her hand started shaking, and she dropped the tip of the gun down. It looked like I'd gotten through to her, and Sharpley breathed a sigh of relief. But a second later, I saw Cassandra set her jaw once again. "Oh, shit," was all I had time to mutter. And as it turned out, I said it exactly as Sharpley also moaned, "Oh, shit." The gun fired. Cassandra didn't miss. And Sharpley was suddenly lying on his side, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the bloody mess in his naked crotch where his balls used to be. "Let's see you be a connoisseur now, bitch!" Cassandra spat. And then almost casually, she flipped the gun around, held it by the barrel, and handed it up to a cop waiting right behind her. Now it was over. The cop took the gun from her, and then cut free her last remaining bond. She immediately stood, fixed her clothes, and then launched herself into my arms. "Get me out of here, Jonathan," Cassandra sobbed, crying once again. I held her fiercely, promising myself I would never let her go. I nodded and patted her back. And with a sigh of relief, I looked over to Captain Leclerq. "Where are we?" I asked. He shrugged. "Marseille." ------- Chapter 7: Montauk II -- JULY, MARSEILLE, FRANCE -- Gingerly, I lay back against the plush pillows of the king-sized bed, getting myself comfortable before extending my right arm out into a curve, creating an inviting spot for Cassandra to recline against me. She accepted, pillowing her head against my chest before reaching back to pull my arm around her in a tighter hug. And together, we exhaled in welcome relief. All was quiet in our spacious room. I'd gotten the Prestige Suite at the Sofitel Marseille Vieux-Port. And within five minutes of entering, I'd banished Captain Leclerq and all of his staff to get the hell out of the entire suite. I wanted nothing more to do with this whole mess. Although the French officers shadowing me had been neutralized at Gare de Lyon, analysis of the security camera footage had eventually shown my unconscious body being dumped onto a TGV express train bound for Marseille. Captain Leclerq and his officers had immediately come after me, taking up positions in key areas and using their informant network to try and zero in on my location. The French police had gotten a partial trace during Sharpley's first ransom demand call to Taylor, while Cassandra and I were still holed up in our little closet. They narrowed our location down to the Vieux Port area. And the next time Sharpley called, Taylor had been instructed to keep him on the line for as long as possible to complete the trace. So Taylor had first demanded evidence that we were still alive. And when that didn't take long enough, she'd launched into her derisive comments, claiming not to care whether or not we were returned and instead asking Sharpley to just kill us so she could collect the entire fortune. She'd kept Sharpley on the line, the cops completed their trace, and then they busted in with guns at the ready. The FBI agents, Taylor, Vivienne, and Evania were now flying down in the private jet and would be arriving shortly. They had stayed in Paris, holed up in their hotel suite, watching things unfold from there. But as soon as they had evidence that we were okay, they'd packed up immediately to come join us. The plan was to fly home to New York from Marseille. But until they arrived, it was just me ... and Cassandra. "I love you..." I stated softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head while running my fingers through her freshly-washed blonde hair. "Love you..." she mumbled, snuggling her face deeper against my chest. Wanting to feel the touch of my skin, she reached up and dragged the collar of my T-shirt down. But it wasn't enough, and she wound up pushing the hem of my shirt upwards until my entire chest was exposed and she could lay her cheek against my right pec. I chuckled, her eyelashes tickling me as she blinked. And I felt an old stirring as Cassandra and I lay in bed together, me half-naked. It had been a very long time since we'd been like this, excepting that one night in our closet prison. But we weren't trapped any longer, and I could feel my body flushing as my warm affection for this gorgeous creature flooded through my veins. I wasn't the only one to notice. Cassandra hummed, idly kissing my chest, perhaps out of habit from the many times she'd lain on it over the years. Her hand roamed up and down my abs, my muscles taught and semi-defined after years of Rebecca working me into six-pack shape. And then her hand drifted a little lower, gliding over the bulge in my cotton lounge pants. I groaned softly, feeling the rush of blood going south into my loins. But the instant I groaned, Cassandra's hand went tense, and she pulled it away from my crotch. I knew immediately that something was wrong. And I was already sitting up as Cassandra quickly rolled herself away from me, curling herself into a ball. "Cassandra..." I said softly, wincing as I remembered what had happened to her scarcely an hour ago. As much as she loved me, and as much as she enjoyed the feel of my touch, Cassandra had been raped. There had been no time for her to recover from that yet, and I knew I had to be very careful with her. "I'm sorry," I murmured, as if that would do any good. "I'm ... I'm here..." Without looking, she reached a hand back, seeking out mine. Instinctively, I offered her my left hand, and she grabbed it, pulling my arm around her. "Just hold me," she whimpered very softly, so softly that I barely heard her. "Okay," I said, nodding even though she couldn't see me. I slid down the bed, moving myself into a spooning position. Moving slowly, I let my legs come up behind hers, ensuring that I could touch her without making it seem like I was coming on top of her, like I was trapping her. And once I settled in behind her, I wrapped my left arm around her a little more tightly while adding again, "I'm here." "Just hold me," she repeated. So I did. ------- Even though it was only mid-day, Cassandra and I still fell asleep. Our exhaustion had nothing to do with the time zone or number of hours we'd been awake. The sheer ordeal of being kidnapped, held at gunpoint, and then caught in the middle of a firefight had taken its toll on us. And I didn't want to even think about where Cassandra's psyche was at after the rape. By the time we awoke, everyone else had arrived and was waiting for us in the suite's living room. While we'd slept, someone had brought in both my suitcase and the one Taylor had thoughtfully packed for Cassandra before leaving Montauk. The sight of her own clothes put a smile on Cassandra's face, and she went into the bathroom to change and freshen up. Ten minutes later, the two of us emerged. "Ohhh..." Taylor sighed and smiled, immediately jumping out of her chair and coming over to Cassandra. The two women hugged fiercely, rocking together while Taylor blubbered apologies for what had happened, saying it was all her fault. And Cassandra just patted her back, reassuring the brunette that it was okay and that things weren't her fault. Vivienne, expectedly, came straight to me. She leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist with all the exuberance of a 23-year-old girl who thought her boyfriend had been this close to death. And Evania was immediately by our sides, hugging us together. Taylor then released Cassandra. Vivienne saw my wife coming over to us, and immediately dropped her feet onto the ground. Almost embarrassed, she backed away, sliding her hand into Evania's as the pair of them gave me and Taylor some room. My wife simply stepped up to me, taking my face in her hands and giving me an intense look before sliding her hands around the back of my head and giving me a firm kiss. Wordlessly, she then slid her face down so that she could rest her cheek against my shoulder. And she hugged herself against me while crying ever so softly. "Don't you ever do that to me again," Taylor whimpered. "What?" "Get yourself kidnapped," she sniffled before pulling her head back and pouting. "You do, and I will seriously just let them kill you so I can take all your money, got it?" I barked a short laugh, and soon Taylor and Cassandra were chuckling along with me. It was then that I saw there was one more person in the room, and Special Agent Farnsworth stepped forward. "Hi, Barry," Cassandra sighed, opening her arms for a hug. Rather stiffly, the dour agent moved forward and let Cassandra hug him. But he stepped back almost immediately, looking decidedly uncomfortable. "I'm glad you're safe," he said, the catch in his voice betraying his emotions despite his attempts to appear stoic. Cassandra beamed, her smile lighting up the room. "Thanks to you and your team." He nodded and then looked ready to bolt. But before he could, Cassandra asked, "Where is everyone else? Jonathan told me Agent Reddick and a few other field techs were with you." Farnsworth shrugged. "Agent Reddick is at the local prison keeping an eye on Mr. Sharpley. His associates were French nationals, so they're under Captain Leclerq's jurisdiction now. But we're working out the paperwork to extradite Sharpley to the U.S., and that'll take a little time." Cassandra blinked. "So you won't be returning with us?" Farnsworth shook his head. "We'll have to arrange a later transport. So this is goodbye for now. I'll stop by the house to brief you once we've gotten all the legal matters sorted out." Cassandra smiled and then stepped forward, enveloping the agent in a warm hug that he wasn't expecting. But this time, instead of just stoically taking it, he actually smiled and patted her back. And he blushed when the gorgeous blonde turned her head and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger for a few extra seconds. "Thanks, Barry. For everything." "Just doing my job, Ma'am." Farnsworth touched his forehead in a casual salute/hat tip, and then came over to me to shake my hand. "Thank you, Special Agent Farnsworth," I stated firmly, emphasizing his full title. "Take care of yourself," he replied before glancing at both Taylor and Cassandra. And then he added, "And them." I watched his lingering looks and grinned. "Sure thing." ------- As picturesque as Marseille was, both Cassandra and I really wanted to get the hell out of there. So after a quick catered lunch on the balcony overlooking the harbor, we took limos to the airport and boarded the Gulfstream jet. And soon we were in the air heading for America. I'd taken two transatlantic plane rides in the past month or so. The first one had been from Athens to New York, when Cassandra had first come to fetch me home. And the second had been just days ago, flying off to Paris to rescue Cassandra. Both times, I'd been conscious of the unspoken pecking order that had developed among the girls accompanying me. Through veiled looks or merely confident movements, these women self-organized who was sitting where, and it was no different for this flight home. I had a regular seat on the plane. It had been my seat for both the previous trips, with Cassandra by my side for the Athens-return and Taylor with me for destination-Paris. But Cassandra didn't lead me to it this time. Instead, she pulled me directly over to one of the long sofas built lengthwise along the side wall, one that sat three people with recessed seatbelts in the cushions. Cassandra put me in the middle, and then dropped herself into the spot on my right. Taylor followed, sitting down on my left. There was an identical sofa facing the first one across the aisle, so that six people could comfortably have a conversation. But rather than sit down there, Vivienne pulled Evania with her to the table towards the aft part of the cabin. She sat down in my regular seat, immediately buckling herself in. And then she sighed and stared out the window. I sat there and pondered the way my life had turned out. In many ways, it was just the way I had once hoped for ... desperately ... after my world had fallen apart. After everything we'd been through, here I was back on my private jet with Taylor under one arm and Cassandra the other. Taylor's scar would never fade — and I was sure the memories of what had happened to Cassandra wouldn't either — but we were together again. At the same time, I'd picked up two new important people in my life along the way. They'd played an important role in getting me back to this point, and I couldn't discount the contributions they'd already made. And with them on my mind, I flicked my eyes over to Evania and Vivienne. Both women were watching me intently. Evania had a patient expression. She actually seemed energized by all the zipping around we'd been doing lately. She'd handled all the arrangements of going back and forth to Europe, completely in her element. And the look in her eyes told me she looked forward to serving me in any way I deemed fit for the foreseeable future. But Vivienne gave me a pained look. I saw the longing in her eyes, the desire to be beside me, cuddling up next to me. I had to be killing her inside not to be with me, and yet she knew that it wasn't her place. I felt for her. I felt guilty for uprooting her from her home, taking her away from her friends, and dragging her back and forth across the globe. We'd become as intimately close as any two people could become in ... what ... five weeks? And to go so suddenly from being my clear #1 to a distant ... what ... third? Fourth? It had to hurt. If we were to continue with our relationship, we would have to work things out. I still owed Cassandra much more love and attention, especially after what she'd just been through. But I also owed it to Vivienne to make the effort to keep our relationship intact. I knew I was going to have a problem very soon. Three days ago, I was all set to abandon the Jonathan Kwong life, to live as Tom Eriksen with Vivienne and Evania. All three of us believed our world together would be happily ever after. But then everything imploded. Reality had forced its ugly head into the mix, and I'd jetted away to rescue Cassandra. Now I had to deal with both lives. I couldn't keep BOTH of them; there was a simply too great a divide between my Tom Eriksen life and my Jonathan Kwong one. But it was a problem I couldn't deal with right now. Cassandra needed me, and indeed she was pulling my right arm around her shoulders and cuddling herself into the crook of my shoulder. I would have to make a decision about my Tom Eriksen life very soon. I'll get it worked out, I told myself. I've still got some time. But I was wrong. Time was up. ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- "Mr. Kwong, sir?" I was startled from my reverie by the voice of Matthew, my limo driver, coming over the intercom. After landing in the afternoon at the airfield and transferring to the stretch limo with tinted windows within the privacy of an enclosed hangar, we'd emerged to find scores of paparazzi lining the fences as we tried to drive out. I'd sighed in resignation at the flashbulbs popping en masse as they tried to penetrate the car windows. The special tint I'd gotten was reflective, so the photogs weren't doing anything but blinding themselves, not that they would stop or anything. And I was staring out at them when Matthew called for my attention. "Yes, Matthew?" "Miss Ashlyn just called. She says you should turn on the TV." Both Cassandra and Taylor looked over at me. They were seated to either side of me in the back of the limo. And Evania and Vivienne ahead of us also turned around to look at me. Shrugging, I motioned for Taylor to push the entertainment system controls on her side of the car, and she turned on the 30-inch monitor on the wall separating us from the driver. "The blogosphere is buzzing with new reports coming from both our European sources and key personnel inside the FBI investigative unit. We've confirmed that in the past 48 hours, an absolute whirlwind of events have taken place involving the now infamous Jonathan Kwong and his longtime personal assistant Cassandra Cooper. "A few days ago, TMZ released startling footage revealing that a disguised Jonathan had paid a visit to his estranged wife, ex-supermodel Taylor Brynn, at a Malibu rehab center. Shortly after, it was announced that Taylor had left the clinic, and was presumed to have returned to the Kwong's private estate in Montauk, New York. "But contrary to what we believed then, Montauk was not Taylor's final stop. Our FBI sources have confirmed that just before Taylor was released, Jonathan's assistant Cassandra Cooper was kidnapped by none other than the fugitive executive Robert Sharpley, who just last year stole over four billion dollars from the company. Miss Cooper was presumably held for ransom, and our European sources now tell us that when Jonathan's private jet flew away two nights ago, both Jonathan and Taylor were aboard as they headed for Paris to mount a rescue attempt. "What followed is a story that you won't believe, with a standoff that ended in bloody gunfire. So don't go away. We'll have the juicy details after the break!" The screen cut to commercial, and Taylor put the sound on mute. I simply buried my face in my hands and muttered, "You've GOT to be kidding me." "How could they know?" Taylor sighed. "The FBI is a big, BIG government entity," Cassandra sighed, her Aussie drawl making her seem even more jaded. "National secrets are one thing. I'm sure you could get executed for divulging that stuff. But protecting the privacy of the rich and famous?" The three of us griped about that for a few minutes until the Celebrity Sightings broadcast came back. Unfortunately, the French police wasn't much more airtight. The breathy reporter announced that I'd been kidnapped, and then the both Cassandra and I were rescued in a firefight that wounded several French police and claimed the lives of three kidnappers. It had all happened only a few hours ago. But word could shoot across the Atlantic Ocean much faster than even the fastest private jet could fly. "Matthew, get us home," I barked, jabbing the intercom. "Sir, we're in front of the gates now," he said. But then he explained apologetically, "And so are they." I looked up. In the intervening ten minutes of broadcast, we'd driven to the front gates of the Mansion estate. But just like at the airfield, there was a horde of paparazzi blocking our way. "'Encourage' them to move," I growled. "Yes, sir," Matthew replied. He promptly honked the horn, a special one I'd installed that was deafeningly loud. And then stepping gently on the accelerator, he nudged the front bumper forward and into the crowd. At the first touch of knees buckling, the crazed photogs began to move out of the way. With travel and the time zone change, it was about 5pm. Security radioed to tell me they'd caught two trespassers with bigass zoom lenses jumping the fence. I rubbed my forehead again, thinking that after everything I'd been through, couldn't I please just have some peace and quiet for a little while? I'd nearly died a few hours ago ... Cassandra had nearly died. Why wouldn't these people just leave me alone? But of course they wouldn't leave me alone. It was their job to hound me. And whether I'd agreed to be hounded or not, my fame had been the price to pay for my inheritance. Plus, it was like Taylor had once told me: "You don't want paparazzi stalking you? Stop fucking supermodels." She'd said it in jest at the time, but there was more than a grain of truth in her words. If I'd just settled into a quiet life with Taylor in some rural destination, my life would have been far less complicated. Bill Gates and Warren Buffet had gazillions more money than me, but then they didn't go around to high society parties and leave with a couple of extra hot women under their arms. No, I had to go jet-setting to exotic locales with Taylor, Cassandra, Ashlyn, Charlotte, and a half-dozen of their friends. I had to get photographed in compromising positions with many different women who weren't my wife. And that kind of lifestyle was of somewhat high interest to the people who enjoyed watching Celebrity Sightings. It was my fault. It was the lifestyle Jonathan Kwong had chosen, believing that the rewards (and pleasures) were worth it. And even though I'd run away from that lifestyle, it would forever haunt my past. Time was up. And now I had to make a new decision: After everything that had happened, what did I want to do with my life now? ------- Even though I'd slept quite a bit during and immediately after the kidnapping, I hadn't slept on the plane ride home. So I was feeling pretty tired when we finally got to the house and went inside. As expected, the whole household was there to greet us. My mom was the first to grab me and hold onto me, complaining in Cantonese about heart attacks and making her worry while simultaneously professing her relief that I was alright. To my right, Cassandra's mother was doing the exact same thing to her daughter. Edward actually hugged me, and so did Dorothy. Ashlyn, Charlotte, and even Karl were quite excited to see us safe and sound. Kaitlyn cried. And Jeff gave me a "manly" pat on the back. Plus, in general, everyone circled around Cassandra to tell her how happy they were that she was okay. And then I got to scoop up Joey as my little girl sprinted from her mother's arms over to me for a big hug. But the rounds of "welcome backs" faded. As terrifying as the situation had been, we'd only been gone for a couple of days. And the impromptu party started to break up. I'd been carrying Joey on my left hip for a while, and she got antsy to be put down and go in search of other things to entertain her. I let her go, and Evelyn quickly took the almost 2-year-old over to the family room and her toys. After waving goodbye, I headed for the stairs, fully expecting Cassandra and Taylor to come with me. I was tired, and so were they. And I already had visions of the three of us taking a big shower to clean up and then falling into bed. But it was not to be. Taylor waved me on, saying, "Go ahead, Johnny. We girls need to talk first." "Huh?" I frowned, giving my wife big puppy dog eyes. She chuckled and shooed me away, huddling together with Cassandra and Ashlyn. "It's barely 5. Don't worry; we'll both be up there soon. Take a shower and relax or something." Bad memories of the last time Taylor had come home popped into mind. I'd wanted her to come to my bed, but she'd chosen to bunk with Ashlyn instead. "Do you promise you're coming?" I asked with worry. I still remembered not only how she wouldn't come to my room the night before flying off to Paris, but how she wouldn't let me touch her even during the four-way on the plane. Taylor's eyes twinkled and a knowing grin spread across her face. "Yes, I promise. Now go!" I pouted, but nodded. And in the end I went upstairs alone. I entered the Master Suite alone. I stripped and went into the bathroom alone. And I went and took a shower alone. For all the reports of me collecting a "harem" around me, I most certainly was not a harem-master. It wasn't in my nature to dominate the women around me, as much as we might enjoy some role-playing from time to time. Tom Eriksen had been a little more demanding, never forgetting that HE was the billionaire and all the girls around him either employees or "guests" whose price for going on the joyride was being at his sexual beck and call. But I wasn't Tom Eriksen anymore. I was Jonathan Kwong again, and I didn't have that kind of dominant relationship over Taylor, Cassandra, or any of the other girls from my past. I might've been able to fetch Evania or Vivienne to come to me for company, but at the same time, I didn't want to. Taylor had promised me she would be coming soon. As intimately comfortable as she'd been with me ever since reuniting in Marseille, we hadn't ACTUALLY gotten back together. And I didn't want to do anything to screw that up. Fortunately for me, Evania didn't share that same concern. I emerged from the bathroom completely naked, as was my custom. I'd dried off completely, but didn't need the veil of modesty that a towel around my waist would have provided; not in the comfort of my own home. It was habit. I didn't even bother to really look ahead of me as I meandered over to my walk-in closet, looking for something comfortable to lounge in until my ladies returned. So it was a great shock to me when I found a gorgeous, stacked Greek brunette standing in my way. "The green? Or the blue, sir?" my valet inquired, casually oblivious to my nudity. She held up a clothing ensemble on hangars in each hand, a cotton button down in a greenish plaid with matching pants in her left hand, and a short-sleeved blue shirt in an ash pattern with coordinating blue-gray pants in her right. "Or something else entirely?" "What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise. She arched an eyebrow and looked down, as if she'd somehow disappointed me. "My job, sir." For four months, Evania had helped me dress. Scratch that, for three and a half months, she'd helped me dress. The first two weeks, she was really more travel agent/assistant. But after I'd started calling her my valet, she'd looked up the term and gotten a serious kick out of the traditional "dressing assistant" definition of the role. And it didn't hurt that dressing me usually involved copping some feels or tumbling into bed before I got fully dressed. I exhaled, feeling bad. "I know. I'm sorry," I apologized. She looked up at me with big, liquid dark brown eyes. "You have no need to apologize to me, sir. I am here to serve you." And without another word, she dropped both outfits onto the floor and knelt at my feet. Reaching her hands up, she grasped my naked buttocks, and exhaled a hot steam of breath against my semi-rigid cock. "You're exhausted. And I don't believe you've had relief in days." "Ungh," I groaned, feeling my balls twitch. She was right. With the kidnapping and all, I hadn't gotten off since Taylor's impromptu foursome on the flight to Paris. And as my valet took my cock in hand, I felt myself growing rapidly. "Evania..." I breathed, worried about Taylor. "Shh..." she soothed. "This won't take long. I am only here to assist you." And then she slurped my cock into her warm mouth. "Unnnghhh," I groaned again, this time far more gutturally. I could feel my dick had completely rigidified, fully elongating inside her mouth with a few inches sticking out. Evania rolled her eyes up, staring adoringly up at me while she began to bob her head back and forth, taking more and more of me into her with each breath. I felt my cockhead nudging against her throat. And just before I got in, she pulled off me completely and asked, "Please tell me ... please, sir?" I knew what she wanted. Feeling a little of Tom Eriksen coming back to me, I grinned and ordered, "Pare mou mia pipa." Her teeth shone bright white, and then were quickly tucked away as she sucked me in all the way to the root, taking my cock deep in her throat until her lips were sealed up around the base of my shaft. And still staring right into my eyes, she hummed, letting her throat muscles vibrate exquisitely around my sensitive glans. "Oh ... FUCK, Evania," I growled. I slid my hands into her hair, feeling her thick curls flowing through my fingers. I held her head in place and thrust a couple of times, fucking her face for my pleasure and knowing she enjoyed it just as much as me. "Mmm..." she mumbled for the few moments when my dick was NOT in her throat, catching her breath and letting her eyes sparkle to express her delight. Pulling back, she let her lips and tongue dance around my head, lavishing attention on its sensitive nerves while her right hand clenched around the rod, jacking me with my favorite corkscrewing motion. "Efharisto..." I moaned, thanking her for this brief respite after all my anguish. "Efharisto..." "No ... thank you," she moaned, staring up at me. "Just let it go. You know I want it. Let it go for me." She'd promised it wouldn't take long, and she was right. After only a few short minutes, I felt my balls begin to boil. And with her fingertips caressing them, Evania felt it too. "Give it to me," she moaned, parking her face just beneath my cockhead while she continued to stroke my shaft. "Let it go." I groaned, seeing her pretty face in prime explosion distance. So often, Evania sucked me to completion inside her mouth, swallowing every drop I had to give. Now, she was presenting herself for a facial, eagerly anticipating my creamy load to splatter all over her skin. And knowing how much spunk I'd probably built up over the past couple of days, I breathed deeply and got ready to let fly. "Fuuuuuck!" I roared as I felt the first contractions begin. My dick retracted backwards, like a pirate-ship cannon blasting away. And from the tip of my cock came a jet of semen that spurted out as if from a fire hydrant. "Gahhh!" Evania gasped as she was coated from forehead to right cheek, a thick line of cream settling onto her face. "Ungh!" I grunted as the second jet took off, aimed by her still-stroking hand. "Yes!" she squealed, another line splashing diagonally across her nose. "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" A third, then fourth, and fifth spray launched out of me, a little bit even going into her gaping mouth. But most of my cum wound up on Evania's face, a few strings in her hair, even. And with gleeful abandon, she stroked me with both hands, pulling more and more cum out until she was absolutely covered from hairline to chin. And then with my legs buckling, I actually fell flat on my ass to the floor. Giggling, Evania clapped her hands and tried to blink to make sure she could still see. Her left eye was painted shut, and she had to drag a finger across the lid to clear it enough to open. She popped the finger glob of jizz into her mouth, humming as happily as when she had my cock in her mouth. And then she sat back on her heels, catching her breath from the momentary exertion. "You are a mess," I chuckled, surveying my Jackson Pollock painting across her face. "Then I am perfect. Efharisto." "You don't need to thank ME," I chuckled. "But I do. You have given me what I wanted for myself, and also to make my friend happy." "Huh?" Evania grinned, then stood up gingerly, tilting her head back so that my thick, stringy cum didn't fall off her face. She also held an open palm beneath her chin, waiting to catch anything that did fall. "I am going to go visit Vivienne now. I know that having your cum on my face for her to lick off will cheer her up. It is temporary, I know. But it's the least I can do for her." I arched an eyebrow. "You're going to walk like that from here, downstairs, and over to the guest wing?" Evania just smiled, not wanting to nod her head and further dislodge my spunk. "Efharisto." I sighed. Well, even if Taylor saw, I at least knew my wife wouldn't care. So I merely bowed my head to her. "Parakalo." Evania smiled and then left. ------- I'd learned over the years that I could think much more clearly after an orgasm, and tonight was no different. I'd been pushed into a pretty tense situation with the kidnapping and all, and even rescue hadn't managed to completely relieve me. But now that I lay back across the big bed in my own home, luxuriating in the wonderful, empty-balls feeling post-ejaculation, I found that I'd reached a new level of relaxation. And as my head cleared, so did the decision in my mind: the one between John Kwong and Tom Eriksen. It wasn't a choice for me any longer: Jonathan Kwong was back. The press knew it. My family knew it. And now I knew it. I was here. I was in my bedroom. And my name was John. Period. Sure, I could try to run and hide again, to become Tom Eriksen once more. But to what end? Burying my head in the sand and pretending the outside world didn't know who I was would be pointless. The only way I could actually do it would be to disappear completely, to cut off ties with everyone from my past, and not even draw money from my accounts. But to do so would be completely ridiculous. For one thing, I'd become far too accustomed to my way of life. Even though I hadn't lived TOO outlandishly as Tom Eriksen, especially with the modest apartment in Manhattan, I still wouldn't cut myself off from Jonathan Kwong's billions. And quite simply, there was no way I would once again leave behind those people who were special to me. I wouldn't leave Cassandra again. Not ever. Plus, given her behavior over the past couple of days, it looked like Taylor was coming back to me as well. I still didn't know where I stood with Ashlyn, but I wouldn't be leaving Joey again. And of course, there was my mom. I couldn't abandon her. So it was decided: Tom Eriksen was dead. Standing up, I walked to one of the inland-facing windows. Jeff Lee had built this place so that the Master Suite straddled the house, with windows pointing off in three directions. I could see up the front driveway and on to the front gate. There were spotlights there, no doubt illuminating breathy reporters giving the latest speculations into cameras connected to throngs of inquisitive viewers. Surprisingly, I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I pictured the stalkerazzi hovering at my front gates. I never would have thought I'd be relieved to think of the limo's horn honking and excruciatingly slow crawl forward as we tried to get onto private property without running anybody over (well ... without running them over TOO hard). The fact was: I was used to the camera flashes and tabloid gossip. I knew how to deal with those annoyances. And the idea that I no longer had to really think about the John vs. Tom identity crisis far outweighed the minor nuisances of a few unsavory media types slowing my entry onto the mansion's grounds, or of my travel anywhere else I wanted to go. My mind was free. The decision was final. And I was Jonathan Kwong once again. Just then, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back. "Doing your introspection thing again?" Taylor asked softly. I reached my hand up to cover my wife's as she interlaced her fingers over my breastbone. "Do you know how long it's been since I felt you touch me like this?" She sighed and lay her cheek against my shoulder from behind. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing what was best for you." "For me?" She exhaled slowly. "In Malibu, I was convinced that you were better off without me. Even when you brought me here, or when we were together on the plane, I ... I didn't want to touch you, so then it wouldn't hurt so much when I left to go back to rehab again. I thought you'd be happier with Vivienne and Evania, living a brand new life with a fresh start." My hands tightened their grip, and then I spun in place, making sure not to dislodge Taylor's hands so that we wouldn't break the hug even as I turned to face her. "I don't want a fresh start. I want you ... here ... with me." Taylor's deep blue eyes flashed as she blinked. "And I want to stay here, with you. I never should have left you." Gently, I held her cheeks so that I could kiss her. "I'm sorry," I said sincerely. "I never should have left you." "NEITHER of you should have left ME," Cassandra added, drawing my attention to where she was standing just a few feet away. I smiled at the sight of my gorgeous blonde bombshell. I extended an arm to her, and she eagerly came forward, with Taylor opening up as well so the three of us could share a group hug. Cassandra and I kissed. Then Cassandra turned her attention to Taylor, pressing their cheeks against one another while tightening their grip on each other's waist before looking back at me. I just stared back and forth at the pair of them, both tall, statuesque beauties: Taylor with edgy, raven-black short hair and dark blue eyes, Cassandra the flowing blonde with sky blue eyes. And I grinned happily. For everything else going on in my life, these two were my core. They were all I really needed. And now that I had them both back, I couldn't help but grin goofily. "You okay?" Taylor asked, reaching up and rubbing my forehead. "You look a little crazy." I smiled, a genuine, honest-to-goodness smile. "Crazy happy." Taylor beamed right back at me, and I noticed something different in her eyes as well. Her old blue sparkle was back, and I stood up straight to give her the same evaluative look she was giving me. "Are YOU okay?" She bit her lower lip, looking thoughtful for a moment. Absentmindedly, she briefly reached up and traced the scar on her cheek, and I was reminded of why Taylor had not originally been willing to come home from Malibu: because she had still been a broken woman. But a second later, those brilliant blue eyes came right back to focus on me. "Yeah ... I am..." Taylor may have still been broken. Cassandra had more recently been broken. And I was starting to understand that despite my little vacation from reality, living another man's life, I wasn't exactly fully put back together either. We wouldn't be fixed in the course of a single conversation. We wouldn't get over all our past traumas with the snap of our fingers. But we would work at it. Together, one step at a time, we would begin again. The three of us had been shifting a little as we hugged and then separated to really look at each other. I looked at Cassandra, she looked at me. She looked at Taylor, Taylor looked back. Etc. The room's lights were only half-on. It was "mood lighting" for lack of a better term; Evania had set it that way before I'd emerged from the bathroom. There were several overhead recessed lights above us, casting columns of illumination down to the floor. And the whole point of this description is: when Taylor canted her head to the side to smile at me, she was bathed in one of these overhead lights, like they did in that old Touched by an Angel TV show. For a second, Taylor looked like my angel. Even though we were still broken people, she was with me again. I knew it. "We're back, aren't we?" I asked. Taylor thought about that for a moment. And then with a little shrug, she nodded. "I guess we are." "So you're staying? You don't want to go back to Malibu or anything?" She shook her head slowly. "I'm home. I'm with you." "What happened to sitting down and having a big talk about starting again?" Taylor smiled mirthfully. "Ugh... talk." She leaned in and tapped the tip of my nose before moving in closer and readying herself for a kiss. "What do you say we just skip the talk and get the three of us into bed, hmm?" I have the greatest wife in the world. ------- Despite Taylor's words to get us into bed, my ladies still wanted to shower away all their travel grime. And even though I'd already taken a shower, Taylor pulled me into the large enclosure after them, saying, "Fine, you can spend all your time soaping us." Worked for me. For the next fifteen minutes, I was like a kid in a candy store, not sure where to go first. Even though Taylor and I had some minor contact during the little foursome on the plane ride to Paris, she'd made it clear I wasn't allowed to deliberately touch her. That wasn't the case now, and I delighted to hear the pleased hum in my wife's voice as I let my hands roam all over her fantastic body for the first time in months. Even though it hadn't been as long of an absence, I similarly delighted in embracing Cassandra. My love for her was augmented by our time apart, along with a very special concern of mine to shower her with affection after what Sharpley had done to her. Indeed, I started to focus rather exclusively on her once I started on that line of thinking, until she giggled and pushed me back toward Taylor. "But after..." I protested. "I know you need me..." Even though my words didn't explain much, Cassandra's eyes softened as she realized what I was getting at. She did know me very well. And shaking her head with a smile, she grabbed my hands and put me back onto Taylor. "She needs you, too." "It's okay," Taylor insisted, pushing me back to the blonde. "After what you've been through, you deserve more of Johnny's focus. Besides, I owe you. When I had my own ... incident ... with Martin Dean, you were there for me." "Just like you're here for me now," Cassandra smiled gratefully. And with that, she merely threw herself between us, holding us tightly so that all three of us were hugging together again. Hugs turned into kisses. Kisses turned into petting. And petting turned into fondling. It was a damn good thing Evania had gotten my rocks off recently. After the long drought without an orgasm, I would have popped off pretty quickly right there in the shower. But I didn't pop off, and eventually my ladies got cleaned up. We dried off, but didn't bother with clothing. And in the end, the three of us finally made it back to the bed. Even then, the girls wanted to argue about who went first. "I couldn't wait to get Johnny in me after Dean," Taylor argued. "Well I CAN wait," Cassandra insisted. "I don't want to think about what happened in Marseille. It DIDN'T happen for me. So I'm not going to change my decision making now because of it. What I would normally decide in this situation is that you have been stuck out at that rehab center for four months without your husband. And we're going to rectify that right now." Taylor had no argument against that, and soon she was flat on her back while both Cassandra and I worked her over. She'd gotten pretty revved up in the shower, but the striking brunette was getting seriously heated while Cassandra got between her thighs to lick her slit and I showed her the meaning of French kissing while fondling her big tits. And then it was time. "I need you in me, Johnny," Taylor whispered, holding my head in her palm while staring up at me with big, luminescent blue eyes. "Quite literally, there's a void inside me that only you can fill. Make me feel whole again." Cassandra guided my dick, and then we were there. I watched the hitch in my wife's eyes at the moment of penetration. And then my mouth was on hers as we resumed the ferocity of our earlier kissing. She was tight. She was really, really tight. I knew my wife was a nymphomaniac, and that she had a penchant for seducing other men. But somehow she'd gone completely abstinent during her rehab stint. From how tight she was, I wasn't sure she'd even put her own fingers in here. Taylor groaned into our kiss, thrusting her hips up, trying to get more of me inside her. And in the end, she simply wrapped her legs around my lower back and dug in with her heels, pulling until her own tightness gave way and we both felt my shaft sinking deep into her body. Once we were fully joined, Taylor dropped her head back against the mattress and gasped from her exertion. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and she panted with a goofy expression of glee. "Mmm ... forgot how big you are." "Really?" She giggled. "No. Actually, I may have even exaggerated your girth in my mind for the past few months. But believe me, feeling this is far from a disappointment." I grinned. "Glad to hear that." "You're next," Taylor chuckled, glancing over at Cassandra and beckoning the blonde over for a kiss. "I can wait." "Mmm ... I love you guys," Taylor moaned, feeling Cassandra's hand slip under to play with one of her sensitive nipples. I felt my assistant's other hand reaching back to tickle my balls. "We love you, too," I answered for both of us. Taylor sighed. "All that talk about Dean reminded me of a few things." Cassandra frowned. "We never meant-" "Oh, no. It's nothing bad, actually. I got over him a long time ago. No, it just reminded me of that night we spent together after that party, just the three of us. We were all each other needed. It was a special night, just like tonight." And Taylor grinned while rolling her hips, meeting me as I continued to slowly pump in and out of her body. She kissed me, and then kissed Cassandra again. And then she lay back, holding the blonde's head against her shoulder while luxuriating in the feel of our sexual act. "You're special, Jonathan Kwong," Taylor then said to me, clenching her inner muscles. "You're my man. I've had others; Lord knows I've had lots of others. But you're my one and only. You were the sweet one in college. You were Mr. Dependable when we got to New York. And you've been the most patient and understanding man in the world ever since we got married. You've accepted me, ambitions and frustrations and foibles around. We've gone off course a few times, you and me. I know I let you down way back in the beginning with the magazine leaks. And no matter how much you blame yourself, I walked away from you after JJ." We both went quiet, and I paused to stretch a little higher and peck Taylor's forehead. "It's okay." Taylor closed her eyes for a moment and nodded before opening them back up. "I know it is. I'm back now. And I believe that you'll accept me for anything. Even with this..." she reached up and traced her scar. I didn't immediately answer except to bend down and kiss her ruined flesh. She winced at my touch, but I patiently kept my lips there. I wanted to communicate that I DID accept her for anything, scars and all. Her face might not have the unblemished perfection it once had, but it was still her face, and I loved it. I thought she would relax, but instead she just got more and more tense. Taylor's eyes tightened, and her lips were pressed tightly together. I started to worry that I'd done the wrong thing, but then incredibly, Taylor shivered and squeaked as an orgasm passed through her. And I continued my kisses over to her ear and then down her neck while continuing to pump in and out of her. Eventually, Taylor's shudders subsided. She was breathing heavily, and she wrapped her arms around my head to hold me tightly against her. I felt the wetness of her tears against my cheek. "I love you, Johnny," she whimpered. "I love you, too," I hummed right back. We held each other for a long while, neither of us moving. And then after a few moments of just holding each other, Taylor turned her head and looked over to Cassandra. "Your turn." "No, it's alright," Cassandra said gently. "Really. This is another special night, and I seem to remember us switching back and forth quite a bit last time." Cassandra smiled and bent down. Taylor met her in a sweet kiss, one of affection more than anything else. And I felt my heart melting to see the looks in their eyes as they nuzzled noses. Taylor and Cassandra were bisexual, but only physically. They loved each other, but never in a romantic way. For years, there had been a balance between the two: Taylor as the acknowledged wife and Cassandra as my devoted assistant. Both realized that the other gave me something they didn't: Taylor the romance and wifely partnership that Cassandra couldn't bring herself to do, and Cassandra giving me the near-constant attention and patient support that allowed the more flighty Taylor to go off and do her own thing. But those roles were changing. Taylor wasn't modeling anymore, and I'd seen her lose a lot of her old confidence in the past year after the car crash. Self- conscious of her physical scars, she'd stopped flirting with every cute guy she met. And though she was drowning herself in coke and sex before checking into rehab, she did so only at model parties with people she'd known and was comfortable around. She still did her own thing then, leaving Cassandra to be the attentive one, but I got the distinct impression now that Taylor wasn't planning on hopping from place to place without me anymore. And Cassandra wasn't limiting herself to her assistant's role anymore. For so long, she'd been intimately close to me while we were alone, but always melted into the background whenever I had others around me. She rarely participated in our playroom orgies, leaving me to frolic with the nubile models and friends who came to visit while she either hung in the background or left the room entirely. And she never asserted herself for attention whenever some other woman wanted me instead. But that was changing now, and she was finally taking the place in my heart she knew she could have at any time. I didn't know how much Cassandra had told Taylor about her recent decision. I didn't even know if Cassandra still meant what she'd told me in our closet prison only last night, about giving up the job and being with me as a wife, and about having my children. But from the way the two looked at each other, I figured that she HAD told Taylor. And that now they saw each other as sister-wives. Grinning, Taylor turned away from Cassandra and focused on me. Her smile widened, and then grabbing my shoulders, she rolled us over so that she was on top, although my still-hard dick was dislodged from her soaked pussy. My wife bent her head down to kiss me, closing her eyes and driving her tongue into my throat. I closed my eyes as well, and felt the warm fuzziness of love spreading throughout my body. A second pair of lips were then on my cheek. I didn't open my eyes as Taylor's lips slid to the right and Cassandra's moved over my mouth. I felt the girls shifting above me, four firm tits pressing against my chest. I gasped when I felt a warm pussy open up and begin to surround my upright cock. And by the time I blinked my eyes open, I found that my gorgeous blonde assistant had fully seated herself upon me. "Hello, Jonathan." "Hi, Cassandra," I said reverently, in awe of her beauty. I'd seen her in this position a thousand times. But there was something different this time. Her eyes were more ... open. Her face was more relaxed. This was Cassandra letting herself go, not holding that last bit of her soul away from me. And she was all the more radiant for it. Taylor was then next to us, kissing her way up Cassandra's torso before opening her mouth and sucking in an erect nipple. I watched Cassandra let her head roll back, sighing rapturously and cradling Taylor's head to her breast. The blonde began undulating her hips, rocking in my lap with my dick carving out her insides. And the sound of Taylor moaning around a mouthful of flesh mingling with Cassandra's pleasured gasps was music to my ears. "You two are so fucking hot..." I groaned, simply in disbelief that the three of us were coming together like this. It was the culmination of a dream I'd had for years, a dream I'd thought wasn't possible after all the tragedy we'd recently faced. Taylor smiled, pleased to be turning me on. And she moved higher, taking Cassandra's face in her hands so that the two could exchange wet, sloppy kisses that were more about my entertainment than their own lust. As my two beauties swapped spit in an increasingly erotic liplock, I responded by driving my hips off the bed a little harder, thrusting deeply into Cassandra, and the girls giggled happily at my response. "That all you got?" Taylor asked with a saucy grin. I arched an eyebrow, and then without warning, I toppled Cassandra off me, grabbed my wife's shoulders, and flung her onto her back. I covered her in a second, split her thighs to the sides, and immediately rammed my cock deep into her cunt. "Oh ... Fuck me, Johnny..." she crooned, rolling her hips a little harder. So I pushed a little harder. "Deeper, honey ... deeper..." So I pressed a little deeper. "Oh, fuck me. Push that big, fat dick into my body! I've needed this ... I've dreamed of this. Fuck me. Fuck me so that I can feel it in my toes!" I could do that, too. "Kiss me, Cassandra!" The two gorgeous women made love with their mouths just inches from my nose. "Pinch my nipples!" Cassandra did so, and I felt the reflexive jerks of Taylor's inner muscles against my pumping shaft. "Oh, gawd ... This is gonna be a big one..." Taylor groaned. "Harder, Jonathan," Cassandra urged me, staring hungrily at Taylor. I put my force into my thrusts. "Really pound her!" Cassandra ordered more strongly. I moved my hands down to my wife's hips, using them for leverage to really pound my wife. "She's almost there..." Cassandra reached up, brushing Taylor's bangs back up her forehead while the brunette stared at her with a gaping mouth, moaning non- stop. "Cuh ... cumming..." Taylor croaked, her eyes tensing. "Ungh, ungh!" I grunted from my exertion. "OHH, OHH!" "UNGH!" "OHHH!!!" "UNGH!" I groaned, at the edge of my own eruption, spurred on by the rapid clenching and unclenching of her cunt muscles. "OHHH!!!" Taylor thrashed beneath me, spastically clutching at my arms and letting go as her head jerked left and right. To me it looked like she was completely lost to her orgasm, but then just as I was about to blow, her eyes snapped open. "Cassandra! Get in Cassandra!" "Wha-?" My eyes flew open in surprise at her words and I remained right where I was, but Taylor was already pushing me off her. Immediately, Cassandra took over, grabbing my hips as she flopped onto her back. With her strong arms, she guided me over her body while Taylor reached down and notched my cock. And a second later I was balls deep inside the busty blonde bombshell and rutting with the uncontrollable thrusts of a man at his last limits. "Cum in her!" Taylor ordered. "Cum in her!" "UNGH!" I groaned, unable to think of anything but my explosion. "Jonathan!" Cassandra howled, holding me tightly. "UNGH!" "JONATHAN!" "UNNGHH!!!" And then we were there. I don't know how Cassandra was so primed to blow. Maybe she'd been fingering herself while watching me pound Taylor. Maybe all she needed was the visual and mental stimulation. But when the first jet of my spunk splattered against her innards, Cassandra's back launched off the bed so violently that we were both bucked into the air. Her legs were scissored around my waist, keeping my cock inside her. But I definitely felt the sudden force pushing me up, as if a bomb had exploded beneath me. And all the while my fire hose of an overstimulated prick kept spraying out the torrential blast of hot semen straight into the back of my devoted love's womb. "Cum in meeee!" Cassandra, every muscle in her body shaking spasmodically as her arms lost their grip on my neck and started flailing about. Taylor was laughing, just trying to keep her friend from smacking her in the face while she shuddered. As for me, I was groaning my own roaring "Ungh!" while feeling the orgasmic spasms deep within Cassandra's pussy as well. "Jonathan!" Cassandra howled, her climax building and growing, her body jerking as if in response to each splatter of cum impacting her inner walls. Or maybe it was my body jerking hers, as I felt my hips retracting with each explosive firing of my hot, creamy spunk. Either way, I couldn't remember ever having such a powerful mutual orgasm. And then we were done. Cassandra was limp on the bed, comfortably holding up my weight since I'd collapsed like a limp noodle myself atop her. She cradled my head, happily stroking her hands through my hair. And beside us, Taylor smiled while kissing Cassandra's forehead and stroking my spine. "Given that you're still blocked up from that RISUG injection, I know it's impossible for you to knock her up just yet," Taylor sighed. "But that was good practice. And once we get both of you off your birth control, we'll just have to keep trying." Cassandra giggled, nuzzling her nose against my shoulder and tightening her legs to hold my cock ... and spunk ... inside her for a little longer. I exhaled and sighed happily as well. I was in heaven. Everything around me just felt ... right. After all, it was just me, Taylor, and Cassandra. Hadn't I told myself long ago that they were all I needed? ------- [thunk] "Daaa-daaa..." Grimacing, I cracked my eyelids open to find that it was morning. Light poured into the room, although a singular object directly in front of me blocked most of it from my vision. "Daaa-daaa..." I blinked and realized that there was a human head perched atop my forehead. It was a miniature human head, belonging to a little girl not quite 2 years old. Her dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, although her long bangs were pulled straight back and gathered together in a topknot ponytail that boosted her height by about 3 inches. Her big blue eyes ... her mother's eyes ... stared right into mine. And she giggled and sat up when she realized I was awake. Blinking, I mumbled, "Uh, hi Joey." She grinned and didn't respond. Instead, she turned and immediately crawled off my chest, awkwardly losing her balance when her left hand fell down to the mattress, and her knee accidentally banged into my crotch. I grimaced and sat up. Joey turned around, confused by my pained grunt. But then Ashlyn, standing at the foot of the bed, opened her arms and said, "Come to Mommy!" And Joey immediately turned and continued on her way, toddling up onto her feet and then walking the last bit across the bed and into her mother's waiting hug. Beside me, Taylor groaned and stirred, awoken by Joey's giggles. She smiled at Ashlyn and sat up, oblivious to her nudity as her big tits came into view above the covers. "Mmm ... morning." "You guys slept forever," Ashlyn commented, then looked to my right side where Cassandra was still out cold. "Have a good reconciliation?" Taylor smiled beatifically and nodded. "Good." Ashlyn nodded and then ran her fingers through her copper red hair, jutting out her hip to better hold Joey up. "Dorothy's got breakfast ready. And then it's my turn." ------- With a full stomach, and a long night's rest behind me, I was feeling pretty good when Ashlyn took me by the hand and led me up to her bedroom. At the stairs, I let go of her and told her I wanted to watch her walk up. She gave me a teasing smile and put an extra sway in her hips as she ascended each step. Ashlyn Scott had a great ass. I had some very fond memories of her and Taylor lying naked and facedown on my bed, giggling while I fingered them from behind and took little love bites out of their perky buttcheeks. Ashlyn wasn't naked now, but she was wearing a rather loose pair of cotton shorts that was also very, very short. And as she moved higher and higher, I got a great view of her freakishly long legs leading up to those perky buttcheeks that were being revealed. Even dressed so casually, she was a goddess. Just a few months past her 27th birthday, Ashlyn had the height and curves and jaw-dropping facial beauty that still had her as one of the most in-demand supermodels in the world despite being a mother. I looked up at her, imagining what it would be like to run my hands down those flanks, grip her tight, and grunt with powerful force as I plowed my cock deep into her acquiescent body. It was a fantasy I was sure a million men worldwide had, only I had the memory of making that fantasy a reality. When she got near the top, I took off at a full sprint to catch up to her. She heard me and sped up herself. And with both of us laughing, I chased her all the way up the stairs, down the hall, and over to her bedroom door. "Gotcha!" I howled triumphantly when I caught her right in front of the open door. She squealed as I wrapped my arms around hers, trapping them against her sides as I lifted her into the air. And then a few seconds later, I dropped us both crashing down onto her bed. My blood was pumping from the brief chase, and I was sure hers was too. She was breathing heavily, and as we stared into each other's eyes, the old fiery lust simply took hold. I grabbed her jaw, she tilted her head, and then our mouths met in a ferocious kiss of long pent-up passion. We kissed forcefully, hard enough to make our lips bruise. And all of my senses were filled with her. Ashlyn always had a way of intoxicating me without a drop of alcohol. The smell of her, the taste of her, and the sounds of her aroused breathing only added to the exquisite feel of her beneath me, and I could feel the animal lust inside me rising to a boil. "I got you," I growled during a break to breathe. "Never let me go," she whimpered and returned to kissing me. But a second later, she abruptly tore her mouth away from mine and rolled over. "Wha-?" I gasped in confusion, finding myself on all fours on the mattress without a hot redhead beneath me. Ashlyn was panting as she sat up straight, her left leg dangling off the bed. She brushed her long locks back behind her head and tucked behind her left ear. Grimacing, she pinched her eyes shut and exhaled heavily. And gritting her teeth, she sighed, "Oh, it's so hard to do this!" "Do what?" Ashlyn sighed and shook her head. She took another deep breath to calm herself, giving me enough time to push myself up into a sitting position as well. And then after exhaling and leaning back, she said, "Joey and I are moving back out." I blinked in surprise. "Huh?" Ashlyn sighed and got off the bed, pacing around the room while scratching her head. Not looking at me, she shook her head and groaned, "Johnny, I love you." It wasn't exactly the most reassuring of endearments. Still pacing, she shook her head and groaned, "You really, really know how to turn me on. Gawd ... the sex we've had has been so ... so..." "Incredible?" I volunteered. "Otherworldly." She sighed and looked over at me wistfully. "You remember that time you wouldn't come home from the office? I kept calling you, telling you all the nasty things I was going to do to you if you came home, until Cassandra said you whipped out your dick in your office and started jerking off?" I chuckled. "I remember." "Gawd ... I think we broke every piece of furniture in my room that night." "We did." "And there were more nights like that." I nodded. "I smell a 'but' coming." She sighed. "Do you even realize that just now was our first real kiss since I moved out six months ago?" I blinked. Actually, I'd been so caught up in the moment that I hadn't remembered. But now that I thought about it, she was right. "Things can't just go right back to the way they were. Too much has happened since then." I exhaled, my shoulders drooping. My dick, which had gotten hard during our impromptu makeout session, started to deflate as it realized it wasn't getting any action anytime soon. And I nodded my understanding. "So let's talk about it." Ashlyn shook her head. "My decision is really made. I'm moving back to the 5th Avenue Penthouse, unless you're going to try and block me from doing so. Even if you did, I'd just go somewhere else." "Ashlyn!" I protested. "You know I'd never put you and Joey on the street. Ever." She sighed, and gave me a weak smile. "Okay ... I know. I just didn't want to presume." I just raised my eyebrows at her. I took a breath of my own, now that I was getting over my initial surprise. And I asked, "But why? You moved out before because it was a poisonous atmosphere here. Taylor was off the deep end and all that. That's not the case anymore." "I know. We girls spent a lot of time talking last night." I arched an eyebrow. I remembered Taylor sending me away to huddle up with Cassandra and Ashlyn. And scowling, I asked, "The three of you planning my future for me?" "It wasn't like that." "But you did discuss this with them." "Of course. They're my best friends." I nodded. "Your best friends will be living here." Ashlyn sighed, pinching her lips. The sparkle in her blue eyes had gone dull, and she looked so infinitely sad that I immediately got up to go hug her. But Ashlyn shook her head and blinked away a forming tear, holding a hand up to keep me at arm's length. "No, Johnny." "Ash ... what's wrong?" She exhaled again. "My best friends will be living here. They belong here. I don't." "Why the hell not?" "Because..." Ashlyn winced, obviously hurting deep inside. "Because they're your wives ... both of them now. And ... and I can't be." "Why not?" The redhead's shoulders sank. She bit her lower lip and shook her head slowly. "Johnny ... look at me. Tell me you love me." "I love you." "Tell me you love me like you love them." I winced. "It's different. I don't even love Taylor and Cassandra in the same way." "Tell me you love me as much as them." I raised my eyebrows, opening my mouth ... but nothing came out. I couldn't. It wasn't the truth. While Ashlyn and I had indeed formed a very close bond over the last couple of years, especially as Joey's parents, it wasn't the same strength of love as I'd had for Taylor and Cassandra. It wasn't that Ashlyn was any less deserving; if anything, as the mother of my daughter she deserved more. But the emotional bond just wasn't there. We had always been madly in lust. She'd just pointed out how crazy some of our sexual encounters had been. But love? Taylor had always been Number 1. Cassandra hadn't necessarily been Number 2, nor a 1A, really; it was more that Cassandra wasn't part of the rankings, period. The bottom line is that everyone knew Ashlyn came after those two. It wasn't that I'd treated her any more poorly from the others. I just treated them all differently, period. Taylor was my wife. Cassandra was my assistant. And Ashlyn was my girlfriend. Even at the peak of our relationship, even though we'd talked about having more kids and becoming a wife to me, we hadn't quite gotten there. And when I'd lost Taylor, when she'd left me to go to rehab, instead of going to be with Ashlyn, I'd jetted off to Europe, leaving her behind. That was my opportunity to prove how much I wanted to be with her, but I'd chosen to leave. THAT was the problem. She wanted ME to want HER. And despite all the chances I'd had, I'd never shown that enough. If I wanted her to stay, I'd have to step up and make sure she knew it. "I don't want you to leave. I want you here," I stated emphatically. "Of course you do." "I WANT you, Ashlyn." I was standing right in front of her, keeping myself at arm's length up until this point. But now I closed the gap, reached my hand out, and grabbed her ass. "This is MY ass." She stared at me, on the verge of tears. For a second, I felt like I'd gotten through to her, as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. But then a second later, she shook her head in the negative. And grimacing, she reached back and pulled my hand away. "Not anymore." "Ash..." I pleaded. She sighed and gave me one more chance. "Tell me you'll love me as much as them." I opened my mouth, ready to promise anything ... but again I couldn't do it. I wanted her. Selfishly, I really WANTED her. She was gorgeous, she inspired me, and I seriously enjoyed her presence in my home. Even removing Joey from the equation, we'd spent a lot of good time together, enough that I missed her presence when she was traveling for work and I looked forward to her quick and safe return. I cared about her wellbeing, and I wanted what was best for her, even if it meant sacrificing myself. I loved her. But I couldn't love her the way I did Taylor and Cassandra. I couldn't force that emotion. We just didn't have it ... not in that way. My jaw quivering, I groaned, "I thought we were going to raise a family together." Now Ashlyn did start crying, and she wrapped her skinny arms around herself. Looking like frail twig being buffetted by a hurricane, she looked so pitiful that I immediately stepped up to her, and she let me hug her this time. And I rocked her gently, trying my best to reassure her with my strength as I kissed her neck. Ashlyn let me rock her, but pulled her neck away and sniffled. "You don't need me for that anymore." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about Cassandra. She's finally ready to take that place in your life. She'll make a wonderful mother for your children." "Ash..." "We have Joey. She was an accident, there's no getting around that; but I'm happy we have her." "I don't want to lose her, either." "You won't be losing her. Manhattan isn't far away." She took a deep breath and started to calm down. "It's just ... I don't want to be one of those couples that only stays together for their children." "It wouldn't be just for her. I still want you. I don't want you dating ... what's his name ... Fabrizio?" Ashlyn barked a short laugh and nodded, the first smile in a long while spreading across her face. "Yes, Fabrizio." "Fucker better not lay a hand on you, or I swear I'll find some contract assassin to-" "Johnny, Johnny," she cut me off. "This isn't about him. This is about you and me. And the fact is ... as great as we are together ... we aren't meant to be together forever." I winced, feeling horrible. All Ashlyn had wanted from me was love, love like I gave to Taylor and Cassandra, and I couldn't give it to her. My face was ashen, and I whimpered apologetically. "Now, now ... Don't beat yourself up." "I'm sorry." "No, I mean it. Don't." She took a deep breath and stepped away from me, still hugging herself. She got a few feet away, looked out the window and across the ocean. And then after taking a deep breath, she turned and looked back to me. "The fact is ... I don't have that kind of 'forever' love for you either." I blinked. "You don't?" She shook her head. "I wanted to. For a while, I thought it was possible, like when we were in Tahiti talking about raising that family together. I love you. You're a great guy. And you're rich and a great provider and I thought that everything ... fit. We already had Joey and more kids would just build upon what we'd started and..." She trailed off, looking out the window again. Then she chuckled, shaking her head. "And of course, the sex was-" "Otherworldly," I finished. "Gawd ... you got me so turned on just with that little chase up the stairs." I grinned goofily. "But that's not enough. You're Taylor's. You're Cassandra's. It's an unusual relationship, but it works. And the three of you are perfect together. I'm just the odd girl out." "Ash..." "No, no. I told you not to beat yourself up over this. We can't force love. It just is what it is." "So where does that leave us?" She sighed. "Broken up, I guess. If we hadn't broken up before." I blinked a few times. I still didn't like the idea of losing her, but the rational part of me realized that Ashlyn was worthy of better than what I could give her. "You deserve to find the right man for you." She nodded. "Maybe. Maybe I'll go through life on my own. I've said it before, I don't need anyone to take care of me." "I will. For as long as you need it, that Penthouse is yours ... or anywhere else you want to go." "Thanks." Ashlyn stepped up and pecked my cheek. "And Evelyn, too. Or any other staff you need. At the very least, I owe that to Joey." Ashlyn nodded. "I'm not taking Joey away from you. You're her father. I want you in her life." "And I will be." We both nodded, and then we fell into silence. Both of us were lost in our thoughts for a while, thinking of what else needed to be said. And then something popped into my head, and smirking I said, "About the Fabrizio thing ... I wouldn't actually hire some contract assassin to-" Ashlyn cracked up, her laugh relieving a lot of tension from the room. "I know ... I know." "So you WILL give him a call?" She shrugged. "I'm Ashlyn Scott. I don't call men; they call me." I grinned at that. And then sighing, I asked, "So when are you leaving?" "This afternoon, probably. I told Charlotte to make plans last night." I nodded, and then it really sunk in that I was losing Ashlyn. I'd wanted her from the moment I saw her, years ago at the Vanderbilt party. I'd gotten her ... but now I was losing her. And glumly, I felt my whole being crumbling as that sobering thought sunk in. "Hey, hey..." Ashlyn stepped up to me, touching my arm. "This isn't goodbye. It's just ... until next time." And she kissed me on the cheek. Technically, she was right. But it sure felt like goodbye. ------- At first, I just wanted to stay behind in Ashlyn's room and pout. But as she got up to leave, I realized that I'd done more than enough brooding in the past year to last me the rest of my life. Yes, I was upset that Ashlyn and Joey were moving out, but I understood her decision. I hadn't been a very good boyfriend to her for months now. And if I was going to be truly honest with myself, I hadn't been a very good father, either. Both of them deserved better, and while I would do my best to do right by both of them, I also loved them enough to let them go. It wasn't like I would be unable to visit my daughter with some frequency. And the future was always fluid. Maybe they'd come back when I had a few half-siblings for Joey to play with. I got up with Ashlyn, and we wrapped our arms around each other's waists while heading out the door. We kept that embrace all the way back downstairs, and after heading to the family room, found that both Taylor and Cassandra were there with Joey and Evelyn. Joey was a little scared of Taylor's face, and I could see that my wife was having some difficulty with it. But when I tried to comfort her, she wouldn't have it. "I'm fine," she insisted. "She's getting used to me already. You still remember Auntie Taylor, don't you?" Joey looked up at us, and nodded that she did. Or maybe she was just miming Taylor's up and down head motions. That's a 2-year-old for you. And that reminded me. "Hey, Joey's birthday is coming up soon," I started. "Have you already made plans for her party?" Ashlyn nodded. "Of course. But it's going to be at my place, not here. Joey's got a lot of friends in the building." "Which should remind you that your birthday is coming up soon, too." Cassandra nudged me in the ribs. I winced at the momentary pain. Indeed, my birthday was exactly a week after Joey's. I'd be 33 ... an old man. I sighed and shook my head. "I'd honestly forgotten. What am I going to do if you stop being my assistant? I'll be lost!" Cassandra grinned, wrapping her arms around me. "Relax. No matter what we decide my official title is, I'll always be looking out for you." I smiled and wrapped my arm around her back. I took a deep breath and looked around the room, watching Joey building a tower out of multicolored pre-Legos, with Taylor, Cassandra, and Ashlyn around me. And I thought about what to do with myself now. I was retired. No more JKE. I had more than enough money as it was, and after everything I'd been through, I just couldn't imagine putting myself through the stress again. The company would run just fine without me, and probably without Cassandra, too, unless she decided she wanted to remain involved. We'd have to work that out pretty soon. Taylor wasn't going back to work, and she wasn't going back into rehab, either. So I reached my arm out to my wife while still holding onto Cassandra and asked, "So what do we do now?" Taylor looked at me, then pecked me on the lips. And after giving me a sly smile, she pointed at herself and Cassandra. "We are going to sort out the details of our lives. I'm going to have to find something to do with myself now that I'm not modeling anymore, and I'm certain I would drive the staff batty if I tried to take over. And Cassandra needs to work out her own assistant roles, including those at the company." "My thoughts exactly," I nodded. My wife had read my mind. "So what do you say the three of us head-" "Nuh-uh," Taylor cut me off. "Not this time, Jonathan," Cassandra shook her head. I just arched an eyebrow in confusion. "You..." Taylor grinned and started pulling me up to my feet. "You need to go spend time with your girlfriend." "Excuse me?" She smirked at me. "Vivienne? Forget her already?" I frowned. "No, of course not." I hadn't forgotten her. But as I'd settled into my old routines as Jonathan Kwong, routines that hadn't included Vivienne before, I did realize she'd gotten a bit lost in the shuffle. "We're gonna get all serious for a bit," Cassandra intoned behind me, reaching up to massage my shoulders. "You've been under a lot of pressure and stress these past few days, and you need to relax." "I've been relaxing. Getting things worked out for all of us has been great!" "Well, you've got to work things out with her as well," Cassandra advised. "We mean it. Go on." I turned and arched an eyebrow at my assistant (ex-assistant?) She just smiled at me, and as I looked around, Taylor and even Ashlyn were nodding. Really ... my wife, about-to-become-a-wife, and ex-girlfriend were all telling me to go hang out with a nubile, 23-year-old French girl who was madly in love with me and wanted to fuck my brains out every time she saw me. "Why does this feel like a trap?" Taylor cracked up. "A trap? Johnny, if this is about getting things back to the way they were, then remember the way they were. We're not jealous. You've always had girlfriends. They've always been useful to us. Whenever you needed something light, something enjoyable, you had others around. Kaitlyn, Lindsay, Rebecca, Mia, Kate, even Ashlyn here initially." "And this isn't some short-term fling with one of Taylor's friends," Cassandra added. "Vivienne and you already have a deep relationship, and maintaining that is important for your emotional health. We know she's dearly attached to you, and you haven't spent any time with her since ... I don't even know when." "The flight to Paris," Taylor explained. Cassandra shrugged. "She deserves more than that. So go." Something still felt off about the whole thing. To me, this recently after everything that had gone down in Marseille, plus the ache I was feeling at Ashlyn's imminent departure, told me that this was a time to be spending with Taylor and Cassandra. But on the surface, what they were saying was accurate. And Vivienne DID deserve better from me than what I'd been giving her over the past couple of days. Since we'd met, my French girlfriend had only been separated from me when I flew to Malibu for two nights. Now that we were back here, in this house, with all of my past life around me once again, she HAD to be freaking out a little. And if I wanted Vivienne to remain a part of my life, I knew I would have to be doing some damage control. The question was: Now that I was Jonathan Kwong again, did I still WANT Vivienne in my life? ------- I found myself looking around as I walked from the family room across to the other side of the house, and on to the guest wing. Sometimes I forgot just how vast this place really was, with the high ceilings, big windows, and open architecture. Every additional square foot cost money, but money I had. And no expense had been spared in making the mansion one of the most technologically advanced and luxurious places in the world. As I passed through the Grand Foyer, I remembered years ago when Mia Cheng had been doing the interior decoration. She'd sat me on the staircase, pressing her cheek against mine as she directed my view across a big wall she planned to put a series of paintings on. Thinking of Mia brought to mind the first time we'd had sex, right on top of the billiards table that hadn't even been unwrapped from its plastic just yet. And I remembered how Cassandra had handpicked the young Chinese girl for me, not only because of her design aesthetic, but also because she figured to be a firecracker of a sex partner. The private gym reminded me of Rebecca, recently married. I thought of the busty brunette's "extra-special" rewards, which usually meant me bending her over some piece of exercise equipment and blasting her glutes with my pelvic bone while my dick sawed in and out of her clenching asshole. Taylor had been the one to find her, and also to start inviting her to our little parties with Kaitlyn and Charlotte at the old 5th Avenue Penthouse. And the guest rooms themselves reminded me of exactly who had occupied them. There were, of course, the various fashion models that would stay with us for a few nights here and there. They came to hang out with Taylor and Ashlyn, but they also came to join in our Playroom orgies and make themselves available in my personal feeding tank. Kate and Ashlyn had both become official "girlfriends", sharing my bed and pieces of my heart. And there had even been a three-month period two years ago, when Taylor and Ashlyn were hitting their third trimesters, that Stephanie Selsett (Ashlyn's tall brunette model friend) became my girlfriend for a little while. Extra-marital relationships were just part of Jonathan Kwong's life. Sure, I enjoyed some strange every once in a while, and fulfilled those urges at our Playroom parties. But for the most part, I liked my sex to come with some emotional connections. I liked to see the same girls again and again. And even though many of those relationships had run their course, I still had a lot of fond memories. So as I passed through the guest wing and on to the far end, where the Common Room was, I let my guilt slide away. Taylor and Cassandra truly didn't mind my relationship with Vivienne. And I still had a very soft spot in my heart for the youthful, energetic French babe who had literally left her entire life behind to follow me. So I had the answer the question I'd asked myself only minutes before. Yes, I still wanted Vivienne in my life. She was sweet. She adored me. And over the past several weeks, she had given me so much happiness. I hadn't been able to give her very much attention these past couple of days, but I knew she would understand given the kidnapping and all. And I would make it up to her, starting right now. ------- "Hello." "Tohm!" Vivienne immediately jumped up from her seat in the Common Room. She ran barefoot across the rug and onto the hardwood, her feet thumping rapidly on the floor. And just like in Marseille, she launched herself at me, forcing me to catch her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my head to begin raining kisses down all over my face. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I laughed, constantly opening my eyes and then shutting them against the woodpecker banging against my nose and forehead. At the same time, this woodpecker had a great ass that was only concealed by thin cotton shorts that had "juteux" written across the butt cheeks ("juicy" in French), and I didn't really mind holding her up as long as I got to keep fondling those half- globes. The cropped T-shirt she wore (apparently without a bra beneath), also had some pretty hard nipples poking through and into my chest. But eventually, Vivienne set her feet down, standing with her torso against me and positively buzzing with excitement. "Oh, Tohm! I've missed you!" Someone cleared their throat behind her. Kaitlyn and Jeff were seated on the next couch, with Evania next to the spot Vivienne had just vacated. I wasn't surprised to find the three of them with her, as they were her closest friends on this side of the Atlantic. Both Vivienne and I looked over, and Kaitlyn gave Vivienne a significant look. My French girlfriend blushed and looked down before enunciating with some difficulty, "John. I know your name is 'John'. I'm sorry." "Don't be," I chuckled. "I know my name is John Kwong, and I know that you know what it really is. But after all this time, I've kinda gotten to like you calling me 'Tohm'. So really, I don't mind." Vivienne's eyes positively glowed at my words, and she smiled, rubbing her thumb across my lower lip before sighing dreamily, "Tohm..." Her smile was infectious, and I smiled right back before kissing her quickly. "Mon cheri..." I hummed right back. She giggled cutely. Feeling much better about all this, I turned and looked at the others. "My apologies if I'm interrupting something." Kaitlyn shook her head. "Not at all. We were just finishing up the conversation." Jeff's stomach grumbled. He blushed and patted his tummy. "Besides, I think we all missed breakfast. You think Dorothy will mind?" I shook my head. "Of course not. She always makes too much, and she said she'd keep things ready for whenever you guys showed up." Then I turned to my girlfriend. "Hmm, guess we should get some food in you first." "Did you already eat?" she asked. I nodded. Vivienne shook her head. "Then I am not hungry. Please, I just want to stay with you." I bit my lip, debating whether or not I should just go hang out with this group for breakfast again. But Vivienne was holding my hand pretty tightly, and she had that pent-up horny look in her eyes that told me her greatest desire at this moment was to get me somewhere she could ravage me. So I shrugged and said, "Fine with me." Vivienne beamed and wrapped herself around my left arm. I looked at Jeff and Kaitlyn, who were getting up. "You guys go on ahead." Both nodded. Then I turned to Evania. "What about you? Would you like to come with us? You know, even though this is your second time here, I don't think I ever gave you girls the grand tour of the house." Evania smiled and glanced at Vivienne for a moment before shaking her head. "Actually, I have already had the tour. I wanted to be prepared for you; so on the first night when we came from Greece, I asked one of the maids to show me around. Plus, I spoke with Cassandra last night. She said she will need to teach me a few things about taking over some of her responsibilities." My eyebrows rose in surprise, but I smiled happily at that news. It was confirmation that Cassandra was going to calm down a bit from her previously hyper-efficient control freak manner, and let other people handle some of those things. So I nodded approvingly. Just then, Evania's stomach rumbled. She looked down, rubbed her stomach, and blushed before adding, "And I am hungry as well." I chuckled and waved her along. The three of them said their goodbyes and then walked off, leaving me alone with a horny 23-year-old bombshell. "Are you sure you're not hungry?" I asked in concern. "Mmm ... I suppose some protein would be good for me, no?" Vivienne asked coquettishly, reaching for the waistband of my pants. I chuckled and moved her hand away. "Later. I promise. Right now, I owe you a tour. And we really need to talk." "We will talk," she agreed before moving in really close to me, putting her nose an inch from mine. Her hands were on my chest, and she breathed with a low panting husk that showed just how incredibly horny she really was. "But not now. Please, mon amour. Don't make me wait any longer." I found that I was breathing hard as I looked into the fire in her eyes. The light brown of her irises had gone golden again. And then without really moving away from me, she reached down and yanked her cropped T-shirt up and over her head. I was right; Vivienne wasn't wearing a bra beneath. As her big tits spilled out and banged against my chest, I found myself helpless to resist as my determined young girlfriend propelled me backwards until I literally fell down onto the couch she was steering me towards. Only then did Vivienne back away. Standing up straight, she tossed her head back, sending her long dirty-blonde locks flying. She jutted a hip out and posed for a second, letting me drink in her awesomely topless body. And then she promptly bent at the waist, dragging her gray "juteux" shorts and black thong panties to the floor. My eyes traced up her body as she stood upright again. Bare feet with pink painted toenails, delicate ankles, smooth calves, and toned thighs led up to her bare-shaven pussy, already pink with lips parting open in preparation for sex. She had curvy hips, perfect for gripping in my hands, and a taut tummy with a hint of musculature and not a single ounce of fat. There were a couple of indentations of her ribs showing, nothing skeletal but enough to show that she was trim and in shape. Then there were those pendulous breasts, making her look so top-heavy, which led the way to a delicate collarbone and shoulders that matched her hips. And of course, Vivienne's perfectly seductive face, with pouty lips and a sizzlingly hot expression. Well, after the long time spent apart, I HAD promised myself I would make it up to her. We still had to talk, but it would be mean of me to make her wait any longer, right? So I grinned, accepting what was about to happen. And I opened my arms to my beautiful, adoring girlfriend. ------- "Mon Dieu ... Sacré ... Oh, mi amour ... Putain!..." Vivienne's words devolved from there in to unintelligible French, although I thought I caught the word "foutre" in there somewhere. Not helping matters was that I couldn't try to read her lips or anything. For one thing, she was shaking her head around so much I wouldn't have been able to focus on her mouth anyways. For another, her dirty-blonde hair was flying into my face so much that I simply had to close my eyes and hang on for the ride. And what a ride it was. We'd started with Vivienne kneeling on the rug and giving me a lovingly adoring blowjob. She put her heart and soul into her sucking, staring up at me rapturously and trying to will me to understand with her expression and actions just how much she was in love with me. After that, she climbed aboard, straddling me on the couch and kissing me passionately while my dick twitched deep inside her. I got to play with her juteux ass while she slowly gyrated on me, giving me a lapdance that was a little closer than your typical strip club. I certainly didn't mind her using my face as a resting spot for her big tits as she did her bump and grind thing. Her nipples were especially raw by the end from my aggressive suckling. She came and then dismounted, kneeling on the cushions while urging me to fuck her from behind. I mentioned before how great her hips were as handholds, and I used them to really hammer her poor body until I was about to blow. But just before I did, Vivienne reminded me that she still needed her protein breakfast, and I yanked out just in time for her to spin around and swallow my explosion. I filled her tummy with all my creamy spending, and she made playfully delighted eating noises as she sucked down every drop. I fell to the floor and my girlfriend climbed atop me in a sixty-nine position. I ate her out to two more climaxes while she worked me back to hardness. Once I was ready, without bothering to turn around, she scrambled forward and mounted me in a reverse cowgirl, holding onto the edge of the couch in front of her. And she proceeded to use my dick as a living dildo as she humped herself to another screaming orgasm. It was my turn then, as I grabbed her from behind and pulled her onto her back. I quickly spun over her body missionary-style, slamming my cock home and pounding away at her until my knees were getting bad rug burn. The chafing was enough to make me slow down, but my sex-crazed girlfriend wasn't having any of it by then, so she grabbed me and rolled us over so that she was on top, pounding herself upon me so hard I was surprised that she wasn't getting rug burn. Whether she was or wasn't getting burned, she didn't show it. Vivienne was in another world, after so many orgasms I'd lost count. And she was a veritable fucking machine as she humped and groaned and thrashed above me. I was flat on my back, with my arms trapped above me since she was gripping my forearms. I probably could have fought her off, but why would I want to do that? She was on all fours, braying like a crazed donkey, fucking me with an energy I didn't know was possible. My ears were ringing from her high-pitched screams. My eyes were lacerated from her flying hair the few times I did try to crack them open. And I figured my cheeks would be bruised from the number of times her heavy tits had slammed into them. But I didn't mind. My cock was encased in a warm, wet vise that clenched me so tightly I could have died at that moment and known that I'd died in the best way imaginable. And I was sooo close to cumming. "Se sent si bien..." she moaned before groaning, "Tohm..." "Vivienne..." I moaned right back. "Oh, Tohm!" she crowed a little louder. "Vivienne!" I cheered back. She blubbered in French before correcting herself and crying, "Cum, Tohm! Cum inside me! Please!" I gritted my teeth, focusing on my cock. Her rapid-fire fucking felt so good that I was about to do what she wanted anyways. But at the sound of her voice, I found myself straining to do it faster. Of course, straining to go faster doesn't really work that way, and I found myself teetering on the edge of ejaculation, unable to go over. "Cum, Tohm!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Cum! Cum in me!" "I'm gonna cum!" I roared. "Gonna cum!" "Cum! In me s'il vous plait! Please! Mon Dieu! Oh ... Oh! ... AHHHHHH!!!" Too late, she beat me to it. Vivienne started shaking above me, spazzing out like she was having an epileptic seizure. Of course, this was doing incredible things to my cock imbedded in her pussy, and once her inner muscles went to work, not even "over-trying" was going to stop my explosion. "CUMMING!" I yelled in her ear as I felt the dam burst. In her flailing, she'd let go of my arms. I reached up and grabbed onto her ass, pinning her body hard against my pelvis. And as the first wave shot out of me, I automatically bucked my hips, sending the both of our bodies briefly into the air. "AHHHHH!!!" Vivienne screamed again, even louder this time, perhaps because she could feel my jets of spunk inside her. "CUMMING!" I repeated, firing two more shots away. "AHHHHH!!!" she yelled again, her body coming to a sudden rigid stop. "ARRGH!" I yelled one more time, blasting away my last bursts of jizz. And then I was finally able to set my head back and brush Vivienne's hair out of her eyes, just in time for her orgasm to pass as she suddenly went limp and collapsed down on top of me. "Mon Dieu..." she moaned, shaking lightly. I just chuckled, the both of us covered in sweat. And then I set my head back on the floor, letting my neck muscles relax. As I did so, I found myself looking backwards and upside-down out of the Common Room, staring right down the main hallway of the guest wing. And only then did I remember that we were in a very public place. Both of us were hot, sweaty, and sticky. And both of us were fully naked. Given the potential for an awkwardly timed meeting, I half-expected Melissa the maid to step around the corner and try to run away in embarrassment. But there wasn't anyone around. Still, I chuckled and commented, "Maybe we should have gone back into your bedroom." "Mmm, I don't care Tohm," Vivienne moaned, turning her head so that she could kiss my cheek. "I will fuck you anywhere, in front of anyone." I kissed her back and then held her face in my hands. "In front of anyone?" "Of course." I arched an eyebrow and asked, "If you are willing to fuck me in front of anyone, then why are you scared to just BE around me in front of everyone?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" I sighed. "Ever since we got here, you've been keeping yourself apart from everyone else. Even last night, when everyone was welcoming us home, you slipped away and hid in your bedroom, didn't you?" Vivienne blushed and looked away from me. I already knew it was true. That was why Evania had come to me for a sperm facial. But Vivienne didn't look at me, busying herself with extracting her sticky body off mine and pulling up so that my semi-limp noodle came out of her pussy, followed by a trail of creamy cum. She giggled and immediately bent down, tonguing up the spending like a cat. And at the touch of her wet appendage, I felt my dick begin to stir again. She noticed and then licked my cock again, getting another twitch out of it before looking up at me and grinning. But after two orgasms, I was satisfied enough with sex. What I wasn't satisfied with yet was her interaction with the others, so I just gave her a negative look and started sitting up. "You can't keep isolating yourself," I sighed. "I told you, back in Athens, that I had Taylor and Cassandra and Ashlyn back here. You knew you would have to learn to play along with them." "And I have, haven't I?" she answered without much conviction. She fumbled for a moment before adding, "I was with your wife for you, on the plane. And I have become friends with Kaitlyn." "Now I'm asking you to get to know Taylor and Cassandra, too." "It is not easy for me," she complained. "I like girls ... You have seen me with Evie and Aveline and everyone else. But I do not know these other women." "I'm not asking you to have sex with them, just get to know them. You're right, my other girlfriends knew Taylor beforehand. You come from a different country, and I know English isn't the easiest thing for you. But I just don't want you to hide out in your room and avoid even talking to them." "I'm scared," she whimpered. "I was so used to things just being you and me and Evie in our apartment. This place is so... big ... And it is THEIR home; it belongs to Taylor and Cassandra." "This is MY home," I insisted. "And I want you in MY life. Okay?" "But they are so comfortable and used to being here. I am afraid I would just be in the way. And I don't know what to do." I sighed. "That's my fault. I'm sorry. We've only been here a couple of days, and I was very busy doing other things. I never got the chance to take you around and really help you meet everyone. It hasn't been fair to you." Vivienne bit her lip and looked down, nodding. "But that's going to change. I want you here with me. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to make you comfortable here." She looked up at me, giving me an uncertain smile. But as she stared into my eyes, I saw her confidence building. And at last she took my hands and nodded. "For you, Tohm, I will do anything." ------- In the old days, whenever I wanted to get away from it all, I literally got away. My 30th birthday party was in Vegas. I'd taken Taylor to Paris more times than I could count. And then of course, there were all the impromptu beach vacations to the Bahamas, Tahiti, and Fiji. This time? I got away by staying home. I cracked a joke about wanting to take a staycation because of the economy, but Cassandra just rolled her eyes knowing full well how many zeroes I had in my bank account. Everyone understood that I'd had enough of traveling for a little while, and more importantly, I didn't want to go anyplace a paparazzi camera might find me. And so it was that I found myself reclining on a plush chaise in a darkly-lit room, wearing absolutely nothing but a thick bathrobe, and sipping a martini while staring out the only window. Technically, I don't think it was called a "window", but it was the most appropriate way I could describe the twenty-foot aquarium-grade glass panel that separated the pool from this Underground Bar. Light from the pool came through, casting a cool blue hue throughout the room. And right on the other side was a sight that would stir up the arousal of a dead man. Six girls frolicked in the four-foot deep water, swimming around and tossing a beach ball back and forth at each other. Though I could hear their cheers echoing down the stairwell leading up to the deck level, I couldn't see the ball itself, since it was above water and therefore beyond my line of sight. Not that I would have been looking at said ball. You see, all six of those girls were bare buck naked. Twelve breasts, ranging from Milena Kvitiva's small B's to Cassandra's huge knockers, bobbed and weaved as they moved, carried along by the water's natural buoyancy. Sometimes their upper bodies moved above the waterline and out of sight. But then they would plunge back in, accompanied by a flurry of bubbles, some of which stuck to their skin. And of course there were the pussies and asses of all of them that moved to and fro excitedly in their game play. Further distracting me away from any possible beach ball watching were two simply comic book fantastic bodies pressed right up against the viewing window. They were intertwined, legs wrapped around each other and pussies with someone else's finger pushed inside. Even without being able to see their heads I knew who they were. And I felt my pulse racing as I watched Taylor and Vivienne grinding their tits together in a water-slowed dance of lust. Of course, my pulse might have been racing because of what Evania was doing to me. My valet knelt on the floor beside my chaise, with my robe open just enough for her to suck me and stroke my shaft. I fondled her right breast with my left hand as Vivienne did the same to Taylor, momentarily fantasizing that I was the one feeling up my wife. A moment later, Taylor and Vivienne separated. They let their knees bend to sink down a little further, the water supporting their bodies while keeping only their heads above. It looked like the two were talking at this point, instead of kissing. A moment later, I saw Kaitlyn's skinny body squirt up behind Taylor, her legs wrapping around my wife's thighs. And then Vivienne's body started vibrating as if she were laughing at something being said. I sighed and backed away from the orgasm that had been building inside me. I didn't mind. I wasn't in any hurry to cum, and I'd been hard for the last twenty minutes while watching the girls play around in the nude. Still, I didn't want Evania's jaw to get too sore, so I reached down and directed her to climb aboard. And after kneeling astride my hips, the Greek girl did just that, sitting down with my cock spearing up into her body as she faced away from me, staring out into the pool herself. Maile Lindqvist, the stacked half-Swedish, half-Chinese lingerie model, ducked down into the water to look into the room. The glass panel had been specially treated so that even though the Underground Bar was a darkened room, people in the pool would have an unobstructed view inside. Maile saw Evania riding me, my valet's robe parting to the sides to reveal her own nakedness. The exotic looking model grinned and flashed me a thumbs up, getting one back from me in return. And then she popped back above water, perhaps to let the other girls know that I was being taken care of. Of course, just because Evania was already at work fucking me didn't mean they couldn't have any fun. I watched Milena's slender form walk up to the group. Some more things were said, and then a moment later, the Czech high fashion model was inverted in the water, literally upside-down with her face in Vivienne's crotch. She quickly grabbed onto my girlfriend's ass, holding on tight while she moved her head in to take several long licks at Vivienne's bare-shaven slit. And though it couldn't have been more than two minutes, the skinny blonde seemed to stay down there, eating out my girlfriend, for a long, long time. Cassandra then joined the other five, and the group of them milled about in conversation for a moment. Someone must have said something funny, because suddenly all six of them were shaking with laughter. Arms were moving and water bubbles were coming down from the surface. And then a moment later, the six of them were lining up side by side by side along the viewing panel. Now lined up, each of them turned around, presenting me with six glorious asses in varying shapes and sizes. They each dropped both their hands, reaching out to grab the buttcheek of the girls adjacent to them. And then together, they bent forward and began wiggling those asses, although not quite in unison. I laughed, enjoying their antics. At the same time, I imagined going up and down that line, plunging my cock into each and every one of them from behind, and my arousal level amped up once again. I held Evania around her waist and started guiding her up and down me more forcefully. She took my cue and started humping me harder, moaning in heat and reaching down to finger her own clit at the same time. The six girls then turned around to face the window. This time, they each sunk low enough to press their entire torsos against the glass, their tits flattening and their pussies actually leaving imprints on the otherwise spotless surface. Of course, it was hard to maintain that position with the buoyancy of the water, but their point was made. And all of a sudden, I didn't feel like holding out on my orgasm any longer. I stared at each pair of tits, imagining I could suckle each and every nipple at the same time. I imagined holding each of their hips, pretending Evania's were theirs, as I plunged my cock in and out of them one-by-one. And I knew I could. All I had to do was go upstairs and tell the girls to line up, and every single one of them would do so. I could take any of them almost anytime I wanted. But not right now. Right now I just wanted to hurry up and cum. So yanking my valet's body up and down my body so fast that all she could do was yelp, I fucked her with increasing force until I felt my nuts compress and begin erupting big gobs of cum up and into her body. "Aiiiiyaaaah!" Evania shrieked as she felt me hosing down her innards. She rubbed her clit for just a few seconds longer before shuddering and coming to a climax herself. And together we thrashed and bucked until our sexual energies had found momentary satisfaction. I was sure the girls outside in the pool had heard Evania's final shriek. They were milling about now, ducking one by one to check and see that yes, we'd stopped fucking. Vivienne actually scrambled up onto the deck. And a few seconds later, I heard her coming down the stairs. "Do not move, Evie!" she called excitedly. Evania wasn't about to move, hunched over and still astride my dick, panting to catch her breath. But once Vivienne arrived, she gingerly pushed herself up and off me. And my French girlfriend knelt down just in time to begin slurping my spending out of her dear friend's box. When she finished, Vivienne got back up and sealed her mouth over Evania's, sharing my cumload between them. My girlfriend even dropped down to take me in her mouth, sucking off what remnants she could to share. But eventually, there was nothing left, and Vivienne sat back with a satisfied grin. "Making friends?" I asked her. She nodded. "Oui! I am still a little nervous with Taylor and Cassandra. But Milen- ... ah... 'M&M' ... are very much fun!" I grinned, thinking of how the pair had come to my bedroom last night to extend a very personal apology for hooking up with Sharpley that one night. "Yes they are." Vivienne grinned, and then pointed at my limp dick. "Would you like me to stay down here with you?" I sighed, thinking about it for a moment. But then I shook my head. "You know I want you interacting more with the other girls." She nodded. "I know, I know. But even after only a few minutes away, I begin to miss you." I smirked. "Fine then. For you, I suppose, I'll come jump in the pool with everyone." Evania and Vivienne both grinned. Both of them knew that all seven girls would immediately swarm me upon arrival, sandwiching me amongst a mass of titflesh while constantly grabbing at my hands so they could stick my fingers into their twats. "Okay," Vivienne agreed, standing up and reaching for my hands. "If you're doing it for me," she laughed, knowing full well the orgy that was to come. I grinned. Life was good. And I wish I could say that this was the end. But my story isn't over just yet. ------- Chapter 8: Massachusetts -- AUGUST (FOUR WEEKS LATER), YOSEMITE VALLEY, CALIFORNIA -- "Mmm ... honey..." Taylor crooned. "If you can come back with more girls who eat pussy like Evie, I should send you to Europe more often." Her eyelids fluttered, long dark eyelashes beating like the wings of a hummingbird. She groaned as her head fell back onto the top of the sofa's backrest. And with her eyes closed, she spread her legs further to the sides and pushed Evania's head a little deeper into her crotch. "Oui," Vivienne giggled, before adding in her sharp French accent, "Evie iz zee best!" "The best?" Cassandra sat back on her heels, glaring up at my girlfriend with mock indignation. With an overemphasized sly Aussie drawl, she then scolded, "Thet's noht the niycest thing to sayh while ahm down heeyah." Vivienne giggled and then patted the top of Cassandra's head, which was perched between the French girl's thighs. "Je suis désolé. Please, you are very good." "Uh-huh," Cassandra replied with a smirk. She ducked her head back down, but rather than resume licking Vivienne's snatch, she went lower and gave my balls a tongue bath. "Ohhh..." I groaned, feeling both pleasured and tickled at the same time. The end result was that my whole body quivered, including my dick which was spearing upwards into Vivienne's pussy while she reverse-straddled me on the couch. And I reached around to grab her big tits and bite down on her shoulder as my girlfriend's reflexively clenching cunt finally set me off. "Oh, shit," I finished, grunting as my tickled balls began ejecting great plumes of jism through my shaft and up into Vivienne's quivering quim. My hands tightened their grip on Vivienne's tits, holding on as she continued to rise and fall, pumping me for more and more cum like an oil derrick. And I continued growling until I'd finished filling the dirty-blonde French babe full of my spending. Taylor wasn't far behind me. My wife now crossed her legs around Evania's head, suffocating the poor girl with her thighs and drumming her heels against the Greek brunette's back while her hips bucked up off the cushions. And after about thirty seconds of trying to hold it in by clamping her lips shut, Taylor's mouth jerked open as a scream tore its way out of her throat. "AAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!" The sounds of hands slapping naked flesh soon followed, Evania not quite panicking but still urgently trying to pry Taylor's legs apart. Finally, my wife's body relaxed and Evania was able to yank her head out, gasping loudly for oxygen. Cassandra had turned around at the sound of Taylor's scream. She, Vivienne, and I all cracked up with laughter at the sight of Taylor completely wiped out and limp on the other couch, with Evania hunched over her while heaving for air. Eventually, Taylor's eyes started fluttering and Evania caught her breath. And after another minute, both brunettes joined in on our amused laughter. But then Vivienne lifted herself off my lap. Cassandra quickly turned around, shoving her face back into my girlfriend's crotch and extending her tongue out to lick up the trickle of cream oozing out between Vivienne's pink lips. And Taylor pulled Evania up to her so that she could kiss the Greek beauty in happy thanks. Right here, in this moment, I couldn't imagine being any more content. I was rich, I was healthy, and I had four spectacularly gorgeous women fully naked and taking turns fucking me. Well, that wasn't entirely true: three of the girls were fully naked, but Cassandra wore a sheer pair of bikini-cut panties that covered the tampon plugging up her pussy. She'd stopped taking her birth control pills, and I'd gotten my RISUG injection reversed. But despite our best efforts over the past few weeks, my loyal assistant had not gotten knocked up. We weren't agonizing over the momentary delay; her OB-GYN even said it was safer to wait until after a normal period anyways. Pregnancy would happen when it happened, and we weren't stressing out about it. The statuesque blonde was out of commission for now, and we would try again later. But menstruation aside, yes, the four of them had been taking turns fucking me at every possible opportunity over the past few weeks. Taylor was making up for lost time, her sexual appetite in overdrive after going months without, cold turkey. Cassandra similarly was making up for the time apart, although she was especially horny in the bloom of our new love and her recent openness to fully sharing her heart with me. Vivienne was her usual energetic nympho, although with an increased drive to maximize her time with me while getting used to sharing me. And of course, Evania was ready to service me at the drop of a hat. With all four of them wanting attention, and with none of them having anything so mundane as a job or other obligations to occupy their time, I pretty much found myself in demand 24/7. I began eating ravenously just to keep up with the calories I was burning through extreme cardio exercise. And after a couple weeks of lounging around the Montauk mansion, getting myself settled back into familiar and comfortable surroundings, I realized I had to get OUT and get my girls distracted with other things lest they literally kill me through fucking. Even if they wouldn't go back to their jobs, my girls would have to find hobbies. That wasn't going to happen immediately; they were all too focused on me. So we did what we always did: we traveled. After a few days of no news, with me and my family staying behind locked gates, the paparazzi had given up on stalking me. The action was in Manhattan, not way out in the boonies of Montauk, a good two-and-a-half hour drive for a busy- busy media type behind the wheel. True, my extended family was a little more vulnerable. Cameramen were trying to track Ashlyn and Joey after they moved back to the 5th Avenue Penthouse. Similarly, there were the occasional harassing questions for my mom, and Cassandra's mother as well after the whole kidnapping thing. But even they were forgotten when the next Brangelina scandal hit the newsstands. So we were free to get out and travel again. Yeah, the media might come snooping once I poked my head out, but that was just routine. And this time, I had a better plan. We first flew out to Mount Rushmore. I felt a twinge of regret at Ashlyn not being present, but Taylor solved that problem by getting a photo of me having a threesome with her and Cassandra in an open field with the big granite heads in the background. We emailed it straight over to my ex-girlfriend with the caption: Wish you were here. "Maybe this'll get her to come back to us," Taylor had quipped while grinning evilly. I wasn't worried about any paparazzi following us. Even if they tracked the jet, how many tabloids have an office in South Dakota? And even if they did, we only spent a day and night there before getting back aboard and flying off to Idaho. Yes, I said Idaho. Though she was surrendering some of her duties to Evania, Cassandra had decided to keep her official title of "personal assistant". It was easier than trying to become "wife #2" or something, and besides, Cassandra actually liked running my household. Taylor might have been the alpha female of the family, but Cassandra would continue being in charge of the staff. And there was simply no replacement for the knowledge she possessed of where to go and how to get it done, at least until she managed to teach Evania everything she knew. In any case, it was Cassandra's idea to go whitewater rafting on the Middle Fork of the Salmon River in Idaho. Careful application of money had gotten us not only a private tour, but also a female guide with a promise to turn a blind eye to any of our sexual shenanigans. That only half came true. We got our private 5-day tour. But Chrissy, our 25-year- old freckled hottie of a Midwestern farm girl tour guide, couldn't quite keep a blind eye to our sexual shenanigans. As I'd hoped, spending most of the day paddling on the river wore down my girls enough that they couldn't devote all their energy into draining me of all sexual fluids. But there were still four of them, and only one of me, so we were still making our tent move and shake quite a bit in the night. And that's not to mention the times one girl or another (or two at once) dragged me off into the bushes during a break for a quickie. The point is: listening to all that action (and voyeuristically watching, since my girls weren't really too careful about finding privacy) for three days was putting quite the itch in Chrissy's shorts. And though both Taylor and Vivienne independently offered to help her out, the girl swore up and down that she was 100% hetero and replied a polite "no thank you". So by the third night, Chrissy was practically climbing up her walls with pent-up horniness, and we could hear her moaning in her own tent during a break in our own orgy. And the very next morning, after Cassandra mounted me on a blanket in broad daylight and fucked herself to exhaustion without quite getting me to spooge inside her, all it took was a minor nudge from Taylor to get the young Idaho redhead to pounce on my cock and start sucking for all she was worth. Of course, Chrissy couldn't stop there. The instant I pulled her head off my dick, the 25-year-old farm girl flopped onto her back, ripped her plaid shirt open and yanked down her shorts, begging me to fuck her. I did just that, sinking myself into her very tight twat and then banging away, giving the young girl the ride of her life. She came twice before I pulled out and jizzed all over her tits. She was so lost to her pleasure that she didn't even notice Vivienne and Evania slurping my cum off her bare skin. And she was certainly beyond caring about her so-called 100% heterosexuality by the time Taylor stuck her nose into the redhead's crotch and tongued poor Chrissy to a third climax. The 5-day tour turned out to last six days. We simply weren't covering very many river miles, what with the frequent breaks to stop and have sex and all. Taylor talked all five of the girls into going topless for the rest of the trip, Chrissy included. And although they wore life vests over their torsos, there were still lots of nipples becoming exposed and plenty of access for roaming hands beneath the protective foam pads. The last night, Chrissy even got a taste of her first pussy, letting Taylor squat over her face with a full load of cum inside, shivering as the creamy goodness oozed out onto her tongue while Evania did the honors of eating Chrissy out at the same time. But eventually we arrived at our destination and bid our cute river guide goodbye. And then it was off in the jet, flying to Fresno Yosemite International Airport and on by rented Suburban into Yosemite Valley itself. Dinner was at the Ahwahnee Hotel Dining Room. After six days of roughing it on the river rafting trip, our meal felt like that of a Michelin Star-rated restaurant. We gorged ourselves and then retired to the penthouse Library Suite with a couple of bottles of wine. And after the wine, we all got naked and made love. Evania ate out Taylor. Vivienne reverse-straddled me until I spunked inside her. And Cassandra sucked it all out. Right here, in this moment, I couldn't imagine being any more content. Of course, I was proven wrong a second later. Cassandra got up to snowball my load back to Vivienne. Taylor came over, extending her wickedly long tongue to join in. And even Evania came over to make the three-way kiss a four-way. Cum was shared and then eventually swallowed. The girls got to talking, and then a new plan was formed. Taylor, Vivienne, and Evania all got up and sashayed into the bedroom, Taylor gracefully gliding her hips left and right like a runway model, with Vivienne and Evania giggling as they copied her. Cassandra then took me by the hand, pulling me up to stand with her for a quick kiss. And then she led me after the others. In a row, Taylor, Vivienne, and Evania knelt doggy-style on the bed, their asses pointed back at me and their knees spread to give me easy access to six holes with wet pussy lips already spread open in invitation. Cassandra stood me behind them, and then knelt at my feet. I looked down at my always loyal, always loving assistant, watching her watching me as she took my semi-hard cock into her mouth and began blowing me back to hardness. Then I looked up again at the three exquisitely beautiful women on the bed just waiting for me to ravage them, and I decided that now I couldn't imagine being any more content. ------- Panting softly as my heartbeat gradually slowed, I turned my other cheek against the pillow and blinked to get my eyes to focus on the digital clock on the nightstand. When the time registered in my brain, I sighed and commented, "We'd better get up. Our rock-climbing appointment is in two hours at the base of El Capitan, and I want to have enough time to enjoy my breakfast." I felt Taylor's lips softly peck the back of my neck, followed by a murmur of contentment. She hugged me, tightening her hands behind my back. And then she sighed, "If you want me to get up, you'll have to get off me first." I chuckled and did a push-up to lift my chest off of Taylor's firm tits. I kissed her lips and then bent to kiss the tops of her breasts, reassuring them, "This is just goodbye for now; not goodbye forever." My wife chuckled and let me pull back, my softening dick exiting with a noticeable 'squish'. She giggled and reached between her legs, coming back with a finger moistened by the remnants of our morning orgasms still inside her pussy. She popped it into her mouth and then got up to head for the bathroom. I then turned to look at the desk, where my big-titted blonde assistant was typing away at her laptop with thin-frame glasses perched on her nose and a bluetooth affixed to her right ear. "That means you too, Cassandra," I sighed. "Just a few more minutes, sir," she replied flatly without looking away from her screen. "'Sir'?" I queried, a little hurt. Cassandra's fingers froze, and her face went blank for a moment. In addition to keeping her "personal assistant" title, she was keeping most of the job functions as well. Despite my suggestions that she let go of those responsibilities, especially in the wake of what happened in Marseille, she insisted that running my household and managing my business affairs were things that she truly enjoyed. And after a couple of weeks just relaxing, screwing, and traveling around the country, Cassandra had gotten the itch to get back into the game. Realizing what she'd said, her face softened and she turned to look at me. Her sky blue eyes sparkled and a little smile came to her face. "My apologies... sir." It's amazing how the same word in one tone can be so radically different from another tone. Cassandra's purr with that low rumble that made my pulse quicken. I'd spooged my wife not two minutes ago, but the mere sound of Cassandra's husking voice could stir me back toward hardness. I grinned. "That's better." Cassandra looked up at me and took off the bluetooth earpiece. She sighed and said, "I was just checking in with George," she informed me, referring to George Karr, VP of Finance. "Things are a bit of a mess with me being gone for the last few weeks. These sanctions still have us running really tight, and a lot can go wrong when no one is at the wheel for this long." I winced, realizing that she was right. But at the same time, I didn't want to dive back into the grind again. Over the past few months, leading two different lives, I'd learned that there was more to my existence than making more money. Cassandra looked at me seriously. "If you're not going to go back to JKE, you'll have to find a new President." "I know," I replied, raising my eyebrows while staring at my assistant. "Other than me," Cassandra stated emphatically. "I'm not accepting any job that's going to take me away from you." "Fine, fine." I held my hands up, nodding my agreement. "We'll work it out later. The company will survive for a few more hours. But for now, come get breakfast with me?" She smiled at the warmth in my voice. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her laptop and took off her glasses. "With you? Anywhere." Cassandra took my extended hand, and together we joined Taylor in the bathroom. When the three of us finally emerged, Vivienne and Evania were already seated at the suite's dining table, eating room-serviced breakfast. Evania quickly bounced to her feet and came over to me. "What would you like, sir?" I grinned. "Coffee, but I can get it myself. Finish your meal, Evie," I insisted. Then I turned and went behind Vivienne's chair, bending to kiss her cheek. "Good morning, cheri." "Bonjour, mi amour," she replied a little quietly. I noticed her looking up at Taylor and Cassandra, who were giggling about something as they filled their plates with food. But then she turned back to her cup of coffee, inhaling and pulling her heels up to perch them on the edge of her seat. I collected a plate of food myself and then sat down at the head of the table. I looked down its length, seeing the charming faces of my four favorite people in the world staring back at me. And I grinned. "Today is gonna be a good day." ------- It was a very good day. Like the whitewater rafting adventure, we'd gotten a private tour with guides who wouldn't hit on my girls. In this case, I was more worried about one of the guides hitting on me. Louise was an exceptionally experienced and deceptively strong 44-year-old female climber who'd been teaching in Yosemite for two decades. She had a weather-beaten face, with hard but patient eyes. And she had ZERO interest in flirting with me or anyone else. Gary, on the other hand, was 27, slim, wiry, and quite handsome. Gary was also quite flaming gay, and he got along famously with the girls, Taylor especially. Since none of us were experienced climbers, our guides spent most of the morning teaching us the basics and having us go up about twenty feet or so before coming back down to Mother Earth. I spent most of the morning watching my eye-candy instead of paying very much attention to the guides. I mean, it's not like I hadn't seen my wife both naked and in various states of undress a million times already. But watching her butt rising into the air, with those long, loooong shapely legs flexing, was a little distracting. Not helping matters was that her khaki shorts were so brief that they didn't quite cover the bottoms of her buttcheeks. And her safety harness cinched that up even higher. I swore I could actually see the black strap of her thong if I looked carefully enough. The rest of my girls were dressed the same way. For obvious reasons, no one was in a dress or skirt. Shorts and comfortable cotton tops were the uniform of the day, the skimpier the better. Vivienne wore the tiniest tee shirt that hugged her ample assets and left five inches of her flat belly bare. Taylor's was a similarly cropped belly-top, although her sleeves were three-quarter. Evania was in a tank top with a semi-plunging scoop neck. And Cassandra wore a powder blue polo shirt with a half-zipper that was dropped all the way down, ostensibly so that she could cool down in the August warmth. The shirt might have cooled her, but the sight of my assistant's cleavage was heating me up. But then it was my turn, and all the blood rushed back up into my head so that I could focus on not making a complete fool of myself. Eventually, we all felt confident enough to attempt an actual climb. Louise and Gary took us up The Footstool, taking us 120 feet into the air onto a ledge on El Capitan that afforded us some spectacular views across the valley. No, we didn't climb all the way to the top of the mammoth granite edifice, but it was high enough for us beginners to appreciate our accomplishment. Plus, we were able to hang out at the top for a long while, enjoying our lunch, before working our way back down. By the afternoon, we were all pretty tired from our climbing day. This, of course, was one of my goals in having such athletic adventures over the past week or so, to wear my girls out through exercise lest they kill me through excessive fucking. We returned to our suite at the Ahwahnee and split up to start taking showers. The girls had organized a rotation of who got to shower with me, and it was Evania's turn. But while my sexy valet most happily served me by getting me squeaky clean and letting me fondle her fantastic body, sex was not part of the current plan. For one thing, she was exhausted, and she immediately returned to her room to take a nap. "I'll go with you," Taylor said with a yawn when Evania announced her intentions. My wife glanced at me with a grin. "We'll leave the other bedroom free in case someone wants to take care of that hard-on Evie gave you." I chuckled and glanced down at my crotch. Indeed, the shower play had given me a half-chubby, but I waved her off and went to make myself a cup of tea. I was alone for a few minutes as Evania and Taylor went into the second bedroom. Vivienne was showering in that room's bathroom while Cassandra was cleaning up in ours. I took the time to enjoy the sweet aroma of my tea while looking out the window at the spectacular beauty of the lush forest and soaring valley walls around me. And I got so lost in the view that I didn't even notice someone joining me in the room. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back. "I do not think I've been alone with you in two weeks," Vivienne sighed quietly, laying her cheek down on my shoulder. I set my drink down and then brought my hands up to cover hers on my chest, making no move to pull them away. "Je suis désolé," I apologized. "But we're alone now." My girlfriend just continued to hug me, squeezing me tightly. I let her hold me for a moment, then turned around slowly and took her head in my hands. There was a touch of moisture in Vivienne's soft brown eyes, and a sadness I didn't understand. We'd had a great day, one that she'd enjoyed very much from what I could tell. "What's wrong?" I asked. She blinked a few times, her mouth opening as if she were going to begin saying something. But no words came out, and instead she just shook her head and leaned into me for a kiss. I felt the tender touch of her lips, sweet affection more than fiery lust coming through. I inhaled sharply as sparkles went off in my brain, and I wrapped my arms around her while rotating us slightly to the side. Vivienne hummed and pressed herself against me, sliding her hands down my sides and eventually in front to my crotch. And after discovering what was waiting there, she pulled her mouth off mine and gasped with a sultry smile, "Ooh la la..." I chuckled. My chubby had gone down while I was staring outside. But I still had a lot of pent-up arousal after ogling my girls in their skimpy climbing outfits all day and then getting fondled by Evania in the shower. Making out with Vivienne was stoking the fire of my lust and putting new hardness into my cock, and I mentally thanked Taylor for having the foresight to leave our bedroom unoccupied for just this kind of opportunity. But before either of us could make a move in that direction, we were startled by the sound of a door opening. I held no shame over French-kissing my girlfriend, and didn't react other than to look over. But Vivienne jerked away from me like she'd been caught making out with a boy by her mother, and she stared in mixed shock and fear at Cassandra, who was standing in the bedroom doorway wearing nothing but a towel. "Oops, am I interrupting something?" Cassandra asked with raised eyebrows. I chuckled and waved to the other bedroom. "Taylor and Evania went to take a nap. Vivienne was just enjoying the brief opportunity to be alone with me." Vivienne blushed, but started to relax. Cassandra, meanwhile, just smiled and then asked the other girl rather delicately, "Speaking of being alone ... uh, would you mind if I stole Jonathan for a bit?" Vivienne blinked, not quite understanding the phrase. "'Stole'?" Cassandra winced and then tried to explain. "I need to speak with him, in private. It's ... This is really important to me." At first, Vivienne pouted. I knew I wasn't spending nearly enough time with her as she might have wanted, let alone what she'd become used to over the previous month. But at the same time, she understood just how important Cassandra was to me. "Perhaps I could join you?" she offered, running her hand up and down my side. Cassandra blushed. "Actually, not for this," she said apologetically. "It's really ... personal." Vivienne bit her lip, clearly put out. On the one hand, she knew the pecking order, with Cassandra ranking above her. Even more, Cassandra imposing herself on me was an extremely rare occurrence. Although my assistant had made the decision to become a more emotionally intimate part of my life, she still kept to her previous behavior and comfort zone of staying aloof from the other girls, letting me play around with them as much as I wanted and waiting for me to return back to her in the end. This was probably the very first time Cassandra had ever "cockblocked" Vivienne. But that didn't mean Vivienne wouldn't be upset. Any girl would, after starting something this intimate with her man and getting interrupted partway. I knew it, so wanting to prevent any ill will forming between my girls, I tried to compromise. "How about this?" I offered my girlfriend. "I'll go with Cassandra now. I know she wouldn't be asking this if it wasn't important. But tonight will be all yours. You're right: we haven't had much time alone. So tonight we'll go out to dinner together, just you and me. The weather is perfect at night. We'll walk along the river, see the stars. And the whole evening will be just for you. Okay?" Vivienne still pouted, young enough to be really annoyed at having to delay her gratification. But as my offer sunk in, her spirits brightened. She looked up at me with big brown eyes and asked, "You promise?" I smiled and nodded, glancing at Cassandra. My assistant caught my gaze and nodded her understanding and acceptance as well. And then I returned back to my girlfriend and confirmed, "I promise." Vivienne smiled, already looking forward to the evening. "Oui-oui." She stepped in, holding my cheeks and giving me a firm kiss. And then she backed away and turned me toward Cassandra. "Je t'aime, mon amour." I didn't respond except to smile back at her, and then I joined my assistant. ------- Cassandra's hair was still wet, and she went to sit down on the edge of the bed to continue brushing it out with her left hand. She bit her lower lip nervously as she stared blankly at the wall, clearly with something on her mind. I didn't say anything just yet. My mind was half in the other room, wondering what was going through Vivienne's mind at this moment. But then I forced myself to focus on the woman I was with, and I turned to look at my bodacious assistant. Cassandra was ravishingly beautiful. Taylor herself had commented more than once that the statuesque Aussie had the face of a model and the body of a porn star. Despite the very domestic action of brushing out her hair, I couldn't help but be turned on by the mere sight of her state of dress. She still wore nothing but the white towel wrapped around her body, tied off around her breasts. The upper hemispheres of those large melons were uncovered, forming a deep valley of cleavage that somehow called to my aching cock. And on her six-foot frame, the towel wasn't long enough to extend all the way down to cover her hips. Indeed, I now saw that she was actually wearing a skimpy pair of powder blue panties, a subtle reminder that she had been on her period for the past couple of days. This hadn't prevented her from joining in on our lovemaking, as she still had a working mouth and very nimble fingers. But it did mean we had not been having coital intercourse, and I felt some of the stiffness in my erection flag as that piece of knowledge sunk in. "What's going on?" I asked gently. I already knew that whatever had prompted Cassandra to bring me in here was both serious and very important to her. She didn't answer me at first, focusing on the mechanics of brushing out her hair. She looked over at me twice, asking for just a few more seconds to compose herself. And I happily granted them by pulling up a chair and sliding it next to the bed so that we could face each other. It wasn't until I reached out and set my hand on Cassandra's thigh that she glanced up at me. Without a word, she dropped her brush to the floor and grabbed my head behind my right ear. And then she abruptly grabbed my left armpit in her other hand, yanking me up and out of my chair as she fell back across the bed, pulling me with her. Our mouths came together. We missed, slightly, at first, as our lips were slightly misaligned in our haste. But that was soon rectified and then I felt an incredible amount of emotion pouring out of her as she shoved her tongue into my throat and literally tried to devour me from the inside out. "Mmph!" I grunted, my eyes flying open in surprise at her sudden ferocity. But Cassandra just held onto my head, pulling me down into the kiss even harder. And as the pleasure shot through my brain like lightning bolts, I let myself go and surrendered to the most intense passion I'd ever felt from a woman who had been with me for years. She was a wild woman, thrashing beneath me. But then all of a sudden, I felt myself falling and I wailed in surprise. Turned out, I wasn't falling at all; Cassandra had just rolled us quite violently, her towel coming off in the process. In any case, I quickly found myself flat on my back as a naked Amazonian blonde loomed above me with a serious... hunger ... in her eyes. "I love you, Jonathan," she groaned animalistically before diving back down and kissing me so hard my lips started feeling sore. "Ungh..." I grunted at her sudden weight on my chest. Though slender, she was much denser, more powerfully built than wafer-thin models like Taylor and Ashlyn. But I managed to croak, "I love you, too." "I want you, Jonathan," she moaned. "I want you." I wanted her, but I couldn't help but wince at the prospect of sex at this time of the month. Cassandra was right in the middle of her heavy flow days. And while I knew that her pussy was still her pussy at all times, the idea of sinking my cock into that vast pool of menstrual blood was NOT a turn on. Heck, even though I was so into anal, all of my girls knew to keep themselves clean back there. Cassandra felt my unease. She whimpered before nodding, "I know ... I understand. It's just ... these have been the first days I haven't been able to make love with you since Marseille. I thought I would have been able to handle it. I never had a problem skipping sex for a week out of every month before. But I've got a problem now. I want you ... but I haven't been able to have you. And watching you fuck the living daylights out of the other three has been absolute torture for me." "Ohhh ... Cassandra..." I said soothingly. "I'm sorry. I never meant to rub it in your face or any-" "Oh, of course not," she cut me off. "It's not your fault. And I wouldn't want to be left out for anything. Not anymore. I used to be able to stand aloof and watch you ravishing all sorts of different girls without feeling the least bit left out. You had your sex with others. I was your loyal assistant. I knew I would always be there for you when you needed me, when the others weren't around. And for years, that was perfect for me." She was so exquisite, with such expressive blue eyes that I couldn't resist interrupting her for another kiss. She hummed into our liplock, but eventually broke away and whimpered, "But I want more now. Is that so wrong? My mom always told me to love you, but not like a wife. She told me not to let you get this deep into my heart, because she knew this would happen. Once I let myself go, I would leave myself vulnerable. And I AM vulnerable now. I don't like it!" I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing. Despite her nudity, and the feel of her big naked tits against my chest, my attention was entirely on Cassandra's eyes. "You ... Are you regretting your decision?" My chest was suddenly tight with the notion that she no longer wanted to be my wife, no longer wanted to bear my children. Cassandra winced and gazed at me apologetically. "No! Oh, dear heavens no. I love you, Jonathan. I've loved you forever, but for the first time, I love you with all my heart. And that's why it kills me that I can't please you. I want to love you, all the time, not holding anything back. You once said that Taylor was your Alpha, and I your Omega. Well you are BOTH to me. And for that ... I want to give you everything!" "You do." She shook her head, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I don't." I frowned, not understanding. "It's simple," she said with a distraught face. "Right here ... right now ... I want to make love to you. I want to give you that ultimate pleasure. But I can't. I have to watch others doing it for you while I'm fucking bleeding from my insides." I shook my head. "That's your menstrual cycle. Are you seriously trying to apologize to me for having a period?" With a stricken expression, Cassandra nodded. I didn't understand. "That's ridiculous. It happens to all of you. Vivienne was on her period two weeks ago, and Taylor the week before that. It doesn't mean they love me any less." Cassandra did start crying now, and she brushed the side of my face with her fingers. Her lower lip quivered, and she looked at me with a slightly fearful look. "Because they don't love you any less. If anything, Taylor and Vivienne give you more during those times. They give you something I've never given you, something Bob Sharpley was going to take from me. So I want to give it to you first. And I'll never keep it from you again." "What are you talking about?" Cassandra raised her eyebrows, then took my right hand and pulled it down her flank. Staring into my eyes, she directed my hand lower and beneath the back triangle of her panties, pushing my finger into the crack of her ass. And when I reached her rosebud, she grimaced and guided my fingertip inside. It slipped in rather easily. Right away, I felt the unnatural slickness, a lubrication no human asshole provides on its own. And my eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?" I gasped in shock. Cassandra's asshole was exit-only, and I'd known it for a long time. It wasn't like I hadn't tried to gain entry before. Early on in our relationship, my hands had gone wandering in that direction only to be slapped away. At other points that first year, I'd tried talking her into it. There had even been that one horrible day when I'd completely lost my marbles during the whole Brittany affair, and for a second I actually tried to force her. But it just wasn't Cassandra's thing. I knew it, and I respected it. And after all this time, I never thought we'd come to this. She closed her eyes and shivered as my finger sunk in to the first knuckle, just enough to hold her sphincter open. Grimacing, she took shallow breaths to calm herself. And then her eyes opened up. There was a blue fire there I'd seen only rarely, and to be honest, it was a little unnerving. "Cassandra..." I ventured cautiously. "He said I had a nice ass," she intoned, her voice sounding like it was coming from miles away. "He said he was going to enjoy shoving his dick up it." Her eyes were still on fire, but they weren't focused on me. Her line of sight was pointed just fractionally away from me, but I didn't think she was looking there, either. Cassandra's mind was far away, in Marseille if I had to guess. She was back there, in that dumpy conference room with her wrists and ankles bound to the cheap conference table, with cotton sweats dangling from her exposed body and an evil man's hands upon her skin. "Cassandra!" I barked loudly, reaching up and grabbing the sides of her head. Her eyes suddenly jerked to me, and reflexively, she pushed me away. Since I was the one flat against the mattress, she really pushed herself back, scrambling off the bed and onto her feet. "Jonathan?" she asked, as if confused on how she got here. "Oh, hell," I spat, realizing just how far out Cassandra's mind had gone. I quickly held my hands up, showing her that I wasn't a threat. At the same time, I sat up and moved off the bed to approach her. And as I came, she broke into big heaving sobs and opened her arms to meet my hug. Quickly, I wrapped her up and spun her around. She was crying, a flood of tears streaming down her cheeks. But at the same time, she raised a leg and wrapped it around my waist while grabbing my head and trying fiercely to kiss me. I was surprised. Despite her nudity, and despite all the horniness I'd built up over the entire morning, this was not a sexual situation for me. One of the great loves in my life was having a momentary breakdown over her rape of less than a month ago. And I felt inside my boxers that my cock was as limp as an overcooked spaghetti noodle. But Cassandra wasn't having any of it. "Take me, Jonathan," she whimpered in between kisses while pulling us back to the bed. "Take me!" "Cassandra," I groaned. "Wait a minute." "No. I have to do this! Please?" I was still in shock at the rapidly-shifting mood swings she was going through. Cassandra was naked, all big-titted supple-curved blonde bombshell, and rubbing herself against me. She wanted to have anal sex, but I was still so unnerved that I couldn't muster any enthusiasm. "Please?" she repeated, pulling away long enough to stare at me. And she WAS staring at me. For now, at least, she was here, not a million miles away. The blue fire was still in her eyes, but those eyes were locked onto me. And there was a plea behind them. "I have to do this." She grabbed my hand again, pulling it around to cup her ass. I felt the shiver run down her spine, and the goosebumps forming on her skin as her fear welled up in her again. And I knew right then and there that no matter what, it wasn't going to happen like this. "Cassandra ... no." "Please..." "You don't want to," I stated knowingly. "I need to." "But why?" "Because ... I have to give you ALL of me." "You already do." "Not this." "I'm not asking for that." "It's not a question of asking for it. I love you. For the first time, I'm letting myself love you with all my heart. I love you with every fiber of my being. And now I want to love you with Every. Single. Square. Millimeter of my body." I felt my breath catch and my lower lip quiver at her words, spoken so powerfully and so seductively in her Aussie drawl. Cassandra had moved herself up against my chest, husking those words with her lips just two inches away from mine and her big blue eyes boring into the back of my skull. Before I even thought about it, I reached up and grabbed her arms. And moving myself even closer, taking those two inches down to one, I intoned an imperative, "No." It was my command voice, and all of a sudden I was once again the employer and she my personal assistant. Cassandra's lip quivered and fear was back in her eyes. She was scared, petrified that she'd let me down. "Why not? Don't ... don't you love me anymore?" I squeezed my eyes shut, tightening my grip on her arms at the same time. For years, Cassandra had known I loved her. I'd always loved her. I'd always wanted more from her, wanted the openness of her heart, wanted to tear down the wall separating employer from assistant. In many ways over the past few years, she was even closer to me than my own wife. There was only the self-imposed gulf that separated herself from me. But I'd ALWAYS loved her. "I love you," I growled through gritted teeth. "You KNOW that. And it's because I love you that I won't let you do this." "I want to," she whimpered, blubbering as her tears were now overrunning her upper lip and into her mouth. "No you don't. You're trying to force yourself into doing it for me. But I know you. I love you and I've always known you. And this is not the time. Maybe someday ... when you're ready. But now is not the time. And it's because I love you that I won't let you do this." "I need to please you..." she whispered, as if her voice were deserting her. Cassandra had gone deathly still, her eyes losing their fire. And she stared at me with a rather haunted expression. "I'm failing you now. I'm failing you again ... And you're going to leave me..." Her voice trailed off and I felt the strength leaving her bones. It was Cassandra's greatest fear: failing me. And in that, she wasn't a normal companion. Taylor loved me passionately. She had her faults and bad impulses. We had our fights and our disagreements. But Taylor's biggest fear was betraying me. Even through our open relationship, with Taylor seducing other men and me screwing half of her model friends, we trusted each other. She'd lost my trust when she first sold me out to the paparazzi to advance her career five years ago. She'd been building it back ever since, but there was always that fear of losing it again. Cassandra, on the other hand, feared failure more than anything else. She had a job, a job she wouldn't relinquish even now. She believed herself responsible for many of the details in my life, from my financial portfolio to the way my household was run to the harmony of the women who shared my bed. She wasn't scared of making me angry, or making a decision that she thought I might disagree with. She downright did the opposite of what I wanted on several occasions, employer-relationship be damned. She did it because she thought she knew what was best for me, and she was stubborn enough to stick to her principles even if it meant pissing me off. Usually, she was right. And those end results justified her decisions. To have given into what I (the illogical, impulsive male) wanted would be to fail me. And she felt like she was failing me now. For whatever reason, Cassandra had gotten into her head that letting me buttfuck her was a requirement of her duty. For me to not do so would mean that she was letting me down. "Cassandra, look at me," I insisted. Her eyes had dropped down in her misery as she threatened to collapse, and I struggled to hold her head up. "Look at me!" I commanded. Instantly, I felt a little strength come back to her legs. And her eyes were open wide and staring at me again. "This is NOT about sex. Do you understand? If I just wanted to get off, there are three other women here who could do that just fine." "See! You don't NEED me," she whimpered, starting to cry again. "That's not true! I need you. I WANT you. But not like this! Don't you get it? I want to be happy, Cassandra. I don't just want to get laid." "Fucking makes you sooo happy. Fucking ASSES makes you even happier." "And seeing you in pain does the exact opposite!" She whimpered and collapsed. I'd stopped holding her up, and belatedly tried to catch her. Fortunately, we were close to the bed and ended up falling half onto it. After a second or two of panic, we both realized that we weren't falling any further, and she buried her face in my chest. I sighed as I wrapped Cassandra up in my arms and held her. Once again, it was so strange to feel her so vulnerable. Ice Queen intimidator aside, Cassandra had been my pillar of strength for five years. I NEVER had to comfort her; she was always there to comfort me. She was the most loyal and dependable personal assistant imaginable: steadfast, stubbornly resolute, and supremely confident at all times. And yeah, it didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous. For years, I had been in awe of her. She was like a super-being, almost too perfect. She was intelligent, focused, and driven to accomplish her goals. She was a phenomenal lover, completely absent of jealousy, and asked for almost nothing in return. She was a fantasy. But it turned out there was a human beneath that perfection. She kept her emotions tightly bottled up, but there WERE emotions in there. And for better or worse, there was no closing them up again. Bob Sharpley had broken her. The four billion dollar theft was nothing. It had hurt her sense of protecting my family's financial future, but she'd simply worked that much harder to get it back, succeeding in the end. The loss of my son had focused her on keeping me sane, so that I could work on keeping Taylor sane. I had failed in that, but Cassandra had not failed me. Sure, I'd changed my name and jetted away to Europe, but she let me go. And even though she'd missed me terribly, though it had hurt her so much to be away from me, she'd deliberately 'not found' me, giving me time to heal. But Bob Sharpley had broken her. She'd survived my three month absence. She'd survived my return to New York and subsequent departure to live in Manhattan as Tom Eriksen. But the woman who was kidnapped and taken to Marseille had not come home. "You're hurt, Cassandra," I said quietly, still holding her head against my chest. "You've denied it long enough. You've told yourself it never happened ... but it did. You were raped, and you're hurting. But we're going to get through this." Her breathing slowed, and her sobbing moans faded away. She nuzzled her face deeper into my chest, firm enough and for long enough that I worried she was suffocating. But I simply stroked her back and held her tightly, trying to impart with my entire being that I would be her rock. "I'll always be here for you." "That's just it," she sniffled. She took a deep breath, and then in a quietly serious voice, she stated, "It's not the rape. I can push that to the back of my mind. I can handle that." She said it with such confidence that I couldn't doubt her. And not quite so sure of myself all of a sudden, I asked hesitantly, "Then what is it?" Cassandra exhaled, hard enough for me to feel the heat through my shirt. "I nearly lost you..." she whimpered softly. "I nearly lost you..." "When?" "I saw you gone. I KNEW you were gone. I saw him standing above you, holding the gun in your face. I closed my eyes; I couldn't bear to watch. But I did watch. I watched him pull the trigger. I watched you DIE." She pulled her face back and looked up at me, her lower lip quivering. I saw the absolute terror in Cassandra's eyes. Even now, weeks after it had happened, she was reliving the moment. Urgently, I held her with one arm and stroked her face with my hand, brushing tears away from her cheeks. "I'm right here," I insisted firmly. "I'm right here!" "I can't lose you again, Jonathan..." she whimpered, more tears flowing. "I can't lose you." "You won't lose me! You'll never lose me!" I practically hissed, wrapping her up against me tightly and rocking our bodies back and forth on the bed. She kept crying for a long few minutes. I kept repeating that I was right here, that I wasn't going anywhere, and that she wasn't going to lose me no matter what. I didn't know if I was getting through to her. She just kept crying and crying and crying. All I could do was keep reassuring her that we would be together forever. I'd already promised I would never leave her again. And I meant it. At some point, the crying stopped. I kept rocking her for a while longer, making sure that she wasn't going to start up again. And when I finally peeked down at my chest, her eyes were closed in blissful sleep. Emotionally spent, I was more exhausted than if we'd climbed up and down the full height of El Capitan a dozen times. So exhaling a great sigh, I closed my own eyes and let myself drift away. ------- Consciousness seeped into my brain slowly. Through my still-closed eyelids I could see the red haze of morning light. And as various nerve endings awoke along my body, I felt a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking on my dick. Before the sandy crust would allow my eyelids to open, I smiled and reached up a hand to touch Cassandra's head. Under my fingers, I felt the silky smoothness of her hair cascading around her ears and down towards her shoulders. In my slumber, I forgot about the drama just before our nap. As I cracked my eyelids open, all I could think of was how beautiful she looked, even more so because her mouth was stretched wide by my cock. But then it all came back to me, and I know a pained expression spread across my face because she winced with her eyes and then pulled off me. Shaking her head, she quickly stated, "I'm better now." "Really?" She nodded and then sighed, still stroking my shaft with her left hand. "Please ... let me serve you." I grimaced, debating with myself whether to let her do it. It wasn't that I hadn't fantasized about cornholing the bosomy blonde bombshell. But to do so still felt inherently wrong to me. "You know how I feel about women doing something sexual for me because of 'obligation'." "I want to please you." "You please me just by being with me." "But I can't do anything more than this for you right now." She frowned, still stroking my cock. Just then, a new idea popped into my head. I still remembered the sight of my busty assistant with her polo zipped all the way down during rock climbing. I still remembered her standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel, with her big tits standing up above the towel line and the deep valley of her cleavage calling to me. Cassandra was naked now, and I reached up for her shoulders. "Sure you can," I replied with a grin. And then I delicately took hold of her and directed her body until I could bring her swaying tits down on top of my erection. Cassandra looked down at my banana bent prick splitting her breasts, and then glanced up at me with a new light in her eyes. "Is this what you want?" I licked my lips, ogling those pendulous melons that were so big, ripe, and round that it really wasn't fair to the lingerie models of the world. "Oh, yeah, " I nodded wolfishly. "I told you five years ago we could do this anytime you wanted." She grinned, and then with a renewed energy, slid back off the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the mattress. Then, she had me sit up while she knelt on the floor. And taking hold of her own chunky breasts, she enveloped my meat and bent her head to lick at the crown. "Fuck my tits... sir..." she purred. I'd been pent up all morning, teased and flirted with and groped in the shower. Cassandra even retrieved a bottle of scented oil, rubbing her own boobs so that I had a smooth gliding tunnel of titflesh to rut in. Her hooters were big enough to completely envelop my cock, surrounding me in a wet warmth just like her pussy. Only this way, she also had a mouth waiting at the back end, with an agile tongue and sucking lips that simply could not be replicated by her loins. "Fuck my tits..." she kept humming. "Take your pleasure from my body. Feel my massive mammaries cocooning you, welcoming you, embracing you. They're yours. They'll only ever be yours. And you can fuck them whenever you want." "Oh, ggg-gawd, Cassandra," I groaned, already nearing my release. "I'm so hot and horny for you, Jonathan. It's such a turn on to kneel before you, to suck your big dick into my mouth, and to feel your thick manhood rubbing my pliant breasts. Look at my nipples. See how thick and plump they are? I'm so turned on by this. I wish we could be fucking, I really do. But right now I'll settle for a big load all over my face. Can you give me that?" "Fuck! Fuck!" I grunted, speeding up. Cassandra had never been a very vocal lover. She hummed and moaned with the best of them, but she wasn't usually a dirty talker. Was this a new side of her coming out? Was this the wanton sexpot who'd always been buried beneath my assistant's impenetrable armor? She was letting herself go, giving into her own emotions and urges. And I couldn't be more thrilled. "Fuck my tits! That's it, squeeze my breasts for me! Feel how firm and yet supple they are! They're yours! Take them for your pleasure! I live to serve you... sir ... And all I ask is that you give me a big, creamy, load of- AAAHHH!" Cassandra started howling as the first jet of spunk splattered against the underside of her chin. She arched her neck, throwing her head back while squeezing down on her own boobs and humping rapidly, trying to jack me as if her tits were hands. Another ribbon sprayed out from my tip, catching her right in the throat. She humped me with her breasts a few more times, and then pulled back to take me into her actual hands. And then bending her face down, my devoted personal assistant closed her eyes and pumped out the rest of my spunk right against her forehead so that trails of creamy jism began to trickle over her nose and eyelids. When I was done, all I could do was groan and collapse onto my back. Cassandra still held my dick in her hands, absentmindedly continuing to stroke it. But at last, she cracked her eyelids open and scraped away the globs of spunk trying to paint them shut. "I love you, Jonathan," she said with full, heartfelt emotion, looking right into my eyes as soon as she was able. "I want to be with you forever, and I'll do anything necessary to make sure of it." Somehow, she was even more intoxicating with my cum all over her face. "I know," I replied confidently. She winced briefly, then steeled herself and added, "Someday, I'm even going to give you my ass. I'm not ready yet, I know it. But ... I will. I love you, and because I do ... I will do it." I took a deep breath and then sat back up, moving myself close to her. I cupped her cheek, not caring if I got a little cum on my fingers. And I stared her right in her sky blue eyes. "I love you, Cassandra. I want to be with you forever. And because I do..." I reached back and patted her ass. "You'll never have to." ------- Everyone was up by the time Cassandra and I emerged, fully dressed and cleaned up after our time alone. My assistant was beaming as we came out, grinning from ear to ear like a cat that got the canary. And her smile was so infectious that the other three girls couldn't help but smile with her. I decided right then and there that "alone time" was exactly what all of my girls needed. We'd been traveling for over a week now, spending all our time in a big group of five that reminded me of traipsing around the Mediterranean. Then, I'd been running to escape my life and keep myself distracted. And I'd also had precious little "alone time" with any of the girls until Vivienne started monopolizing me for herself. I'd also had precious little "alone time" on THIS trip. After the orgy at Mount Rushmore and then sharing the one big tent on the river rafting trip, I'd pretty much spent the past week and a half with a minimum of two women by my side at all times. Sure, it was fun to get the attention from multiple sides, but I wasn't getting the emotional connection with each of them that only happened when everyone else was out of the room. Vivienne, of course, was overjoyed when I reminded her of my promise to spend the evening alone with her. And both Taylor and Evania were quite pleased when I told them that they'd be next. Evania tried to wave me off, saying that it was unnecessary for me to leave the others. But I could tell she was secretly looking forward to it anyways. First, however, I had my date night with Vivienne. Yosemite Valley was a little short on five-star restaurants, being a National Park and all. But neither of us minded as the hotel concierge arranged a picnic basket for us and the two of us walked hand in hand out into the open meadow just behind the hotel. As nightfall approached, the entire meadow was shrouded in shadow and empty of any other occupants. But Half Dome soared above us, the sun's final rays making the big flat surface light up with an amber glow. And after finding a good spot, I took off my backpack and started laying out the large picnic blankets that would keep us comfortable on our own private island, a clearing in the middle of the long grass. "That's quite a sight, isn't it?" I gestured up to the dome before bending over and fishing out the bottle of wine with two glasses. "It's fantastic!" Vivienne enthused, in awe of the vastness around us. "There are some nice places in France. But I have NEVER seen anything like this!" She stared upward, looking to the left at the Royal Arches and North Dome. I put the half-full wine glass into her hand, and she took it without looking back at me. She sipped at it absentmindedly, glancing away to the right towards Glacier Point. And only after another minute did she finally look back at me. "Sorry..." she blushed. "I am finally alone with you, and I am looking at the rocks." "Don't be," I chuckled. "I was also enjoying the view." Vivienne felt my eyes roaming up and down her body, and she laughed prettily. She was attired for a date, in a red dress that was loose around her legs to allow easy movement, but tight around her torso to emphasize her fantastic figure. No jackets were needed in the August humidity. And when she lay down on her side, propping up her head in her palm with her elbow on the blanket, I got a very nice view of her cleavage. "You take me to the most amazing places," she sighed, her French accent making her statement even more full of wonder. "I always wanted to see America. But all you hear about are New York and Miami and Hollywood. I never thought about going to South ... ah ... Dakota? Or to river raft in Idaho." She giggled and shook her head. "Or even golfing. I never thought I would go golfing. I was terrible!" I chuckled. There was only so much to do around Mount Rushmore, so I'd dragged the girls into playing nine holes with me at the local course in Rapid City, South Dakota, for a couple of hours. It was NOT what one typically expected of a jet-setting billionaire playboy. "You did okay." She shook her head. "I was terrible. It was fun, but so frustrating!" I chuckled. "And now here..." She swept her hands across the sky. "It's ... it's not what I expected when you brought me to America." There was an extra hitch in her voice when she said that, and I set down my wine glass and leaned forward. "What did you expect?" Vivienne had also set her drink down, on a flat board between us meant to provide a stable surface so our drinks wouldn't spill. She traced the rim of the wine glass with her finger nervously and shook her head. "Nothing, really." "No, I mean it. What did you expect?" She looked up at me, a twinkle in her soft brown eyes. "I expected the billionaire, I suppose, like you were in Greece: Expensive restaurants, luxurious hotels, discothèques and parties." I grinned. "We've done some of that." I pointed back to the Ahwahnee. It wasn't the Bellagio, but it was still a very nice hotel and we had the most expensive suite available. "Oh, I know, I know," she nodded. "But we also camped in a tent for most of last week. And we have not actually been to a discothèque since Mykonos." "Are you saying you want to go dancing?" I arched an eyebrow. She shook her head. "No, no ... Please, I am not complaining. I am just saying it is different." "Well what do you want to do? Tell you what: YOU pick our next destination, anywhere in the world! We've been hopping around the U.S. for a while, gradually moving westward. It's been a while since I got to see you in a bikini. Hawaii, maybe? And I haven't taken you to Asia yet. You have NOT tasted sushi until you've had it in Japan. Or maybe-" "Tohm, Tohm," Vivienne giggled, interrupting me. "I just want to be with you." "You are. Right here. Right by my side." She gave me a puppy dog look, a sad puppy dog look. "No, not right by your side. Taylor and Cassandra are always with you." My eyebrows furrowed and I sighed. "Vivienne, it's not-" "No, no," she cut me off. "You don't have to explain. One is your wife and the other has been your assistant for years. It is what it is. And it is just as you told me in Athens." "I'm sorry. I know you've been feeling a little neglected lately. That's why I'm trying to make it up to you. We're here, aren't we? Just you and me? I know you want more time with me, and I'm doing my best to give it to you." "Tonight it is for me. But tomorrow it will be for Taylor, and for Evie. And I will be left behind again." I sighed in resignation. "I'm sorry." She pursed her lips, looking at me intently. She scanned my eyes as if she were looking for something. And I tried to just stare back at her with all the warmth and affection for this enchanting young woman I'd built up over the past couple of months. I suppose Vivienne saw what she was looking for, because after a moment, a smile spread across her face. She breathed a sigh of relief, then tilted her head and beamed even brighter. "Je t'aime, Tohm," she said endearingly. "Je t'aime, Vivienne," I replied just as warmly. "I believe you." "You should." She nodded. "I know we have only been together for a short time, and while we have become close, it is not the same as with the others. Such would just be impossible after only two months." I nodded, starting to feel relaxed as she was thinking quite reasonably. "Feels like it's been forever. But you're right: it's only been a couple of months." "Still, I have hope for the future that this will change. Today, I am only your girlfriend. But someday, I hope I can be more. Please, there is room in your heart for one more, no?" I smiled and nodded. "I think so, yes." "Then I will dream of that future." Vivienne grinned and reached up to hold my head. "But for today ... please ... Make love to me, Tohm." I arched an eyebrow and quickly scanned the open field we were sitting in. The sky was rapidly darkening as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, but there was still a lot of ambient light around us. "Here? Evania promised to leave your bedroom empty tonight." "Here, there, anywhere. I only have so much time alone with you." She sat up a bit and smiled. "Perhaps we can do it once here, in this wonderful meadow. And after you have cum deep inside me, we will go back to the room and do it again." I smiled. "Sounds like a plan." ------- Just a few weeks ago, while we were fucking in the Common Room of my own home, Vivienne had proclaimed that she would fuck me anywhere, in front of anyone. At L'Abreuvoir restaurant in Athens, Vivienne had given me a semi- public blowjob and not only insisted that she would suck my cock at any meal, every meal, but she promised that she would strip naked and dance on top of the table at my slightest whim. So I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that she had no qualms about a little public sex with our meal here in the meadow. I wouldn't say it was a special turn-on for her or anything. She wasn't necessarily hotter or more aroused because of the risk of discovery. Whether or not someone saw us really didn't matter to her, as long as she got to be with me. At least the long grass hid our bodies once she bent over to dangle her tits in my face. We were a hundred feet away from the nearest trail, and someone would have to practically be on top of us to actually see anything. Even if they did, we were still sort of wearing our clothes. I still wore my shirt, but my shorts and boxers were around my ankles. Vivienne still wore her dress, though her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her shoulder straps had been pulled down to allow me access to those great, wonderful melons on her chest. On the other hand, Vivienne wasn't doing anything to muffle her ecstatic moans, and when she came, I was sure her screams carried for miles and echoed off the valley walls. Fortunately, she wasn't screaming very often. Now Vivienne and I had engaged in some pretty wild sexual encounters in the past few months. She was an energizer bunny in the sack, and liked nothing more than to throw her body around and contort herself into whatever position would lead to the most pleasure for both of us. We'd certainly fucked each other into oblivion a few times since we'd met. But this time, Vivienne had asked me to "make love" to her, and that's exactly what we were doing. Her body movements were slow and languorous. While she was on top, she undulated herself up and down my pole, using every last millimeter, feeling the full length of my cock sliding out of her pussy until she almost came off before descending just as deliberately to the point that our loins could be pressed together no further. When I was on top, she hugged my chest to hers, gripping my shoulders like she never wanted to let go and hooking her feet around my ankles to feel my skin against hers along the full length of our sweaty bodies. "Tohm..." she breathed, staring deeply into my soul with big, liquid brown eyes. "Mon amour..." she cooed, her face filled with delight. I just smiled and gave her what she wanted to hear, cooing right back, "Mon cheri..." She had her second climax just then, an orgasm that built like an ocean wave rolling up the beach. I felt her quiver in her loins, the tremors spreading to her thighs as she clamped them against mine. The undulations carried up into her midsection, and then higher still until she was writhing uncontrollably beneath me. Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, noiseless save for the air rapidly shooting in and out of her throat. And when that orgasmic wave finally crested over, she screamed out once, her body locking up along with her inner muscles that clenched at my cock like a vise. I was nearing my limit as well, although the feel of her orgasm beneath me wasn't quite enough to set me off. I reached both of my hands down to Vivienne's hips, holding onto them as I bore down and started driving myself a little harder into her body. And once she recovered from her climax, she helped me out by finally lifting her legs up around my waist and rolling her hips upwards to let me get even deeper. This position also raised her ass off the blankets. My hands shifted a little lower, letting me fill my palms with her buttcheeks. I suddenly remembered the encounter I had with Cassandra a couple of hours earlier, when my devoted assistant had offered me her asshole only to have me turn it down because I recognized her fear. Vivienne, on the other hand, was well-practiced at sodomy, willingly accepting me and enjoying it every time we did it. I felt a surge in my loins as I thought of buggering my gorgeous young French babe, and my fingers inched closer into her asscrack to begin probing that crinkled rosebud. But Vivienne jerked and pulled her butt away. "Please, Tohm. Not this time," she entreated quietly. I arched an eyebrow in surprise but kept pumping. She took a shallow breath and canted her eyebrows to the side, giving me those puppy dog eyes again. "Finish in me. I want to feel it in me. Please?" How could I say 'no' to that face? I smiled and nodded. There would be plenty of opportunity later for assfucking. My Vivienne had asked for me to make love to her, and now reminded, I intended to finish that way. I raised my hands back up, cupping the sides of her face as I tilted my head and kissed her. She moaned happily and extended her tongue out. And as our kiss built in passion, so did the pressure in my balls. "Cum in me, mon amoureux..." she moaned, cinching her arms and legs around me tighter. "Fill me!" "Oh, Vivienne!" I groaned, nearing my release. Her inner walls clamped down around me, squeezing and releasing, coaxing out my sperm. "Cum in me!" she moaned louder. "Cum in me s'il vous plait!" I felt the release a split-second before it actually came out. One moment, I was pumping madly, delighting in the exquisite friction of her clasping tunnel around my prick, as well as the slicker friction of her sweat soaked tits being crushed down by my chest. The next moment, I was gasping out, "CUMMING!" as I dropped all my weight down onto her, stopping my pumping entirely as I sank down until my cockhead was pointing at the very entrance of her womb. And then I blew. Like a nuclear bomb had gone off, the explosion of my loins made the world go suddenly silent around me. My eyes were filled with white light. And as if there were a sudden vacuum created at the very center of Vivienne's womb, my sperm madly rushed in to fill the void. "UNGH!" I grunted, my hips retracting and then jerking forward like they were spring-loaded, with another great burst flowing out of me. "UNGH!" I grunted again, blasting off another wad. Vivienne giggled, clutching all four limbs around me. She rubbed my back, stroking my spine and gasping into my ear as I sprayed more and more spunk into her body. She shivered and moaned, things that only inspired me to flood her with even more cum. And she whispered something so softly in French that I didn't understand. "Nggaaahhh..." I finally sighed, sagging my forehead onto the blanket next to her head as the rest of my body collapsed like so much dead meat. I was gasping for air, surprisingly tired from the final sprint despite not having to exert much energy for the twenty minutes before. And my adoring girlfriend simply cuddled me, cooing more endearments in French that I could now clearly hear, even if my tired brain didn't want to attempt translation. "Someday ... maybe soon," she finally said in English. "I will give you a reason to love me as much as you love them." Inwardly, I groaned. The last thing I wanted was for Vivienne to continue comparing herself to Taylor and Cassandra. Still with my half-naked body pressed up against hers and my cock inside her pussy, I sighed and levered myself up onto my elbows. "It's not a comparison." She shrugged, as if my words didn't matter. "Still ... I hope that I can be the one to give you back the son you lost." There was a quiet seriousness in Vivienne's voice, and an extra weight lent to the specific words she'd chosen. I didn't get it right away, but a moment later, my eyebrows rose. Waaaait a minute. We've been together two months, and she's talking kids? My jaw dropped open and I looked down at my girlfriend. "Vivienne, I think it's a little early for us to be talking about-" "You WANT more children. I know you do. That is why you had your medical procedure reversed. And you and Cassandra have been working hard at this, no?" I raised my eyebrows. "Well, yes. But-" "I told you," she interrupted. "I know that today, I am only your girlfriend. But hopefully in the future, I can be a mother of your children. That is why I stopped taking my birth control pills." My eyebrows were already raised sky high, but now my eyelids joined them. "You WHAT?" She beamed at me happily, then clenched her pussy muscles, sloshing around the womb full of sperm she had inside. And giggling, she added, "Maybe I am already pregnant now!" ------- In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have gone ballistic the way I did. But what would you do if your girlfriend of two-odd months ambushed you with the news that she'd gone off her birth control mere seconds after you filled her womb with all your sperm? I yanked myself out of her faster than if I'd stuck my prick into an electrical socket. I pulled my shorts up and stumbled to my feet while she lay there with her dress in disarray and my cum leaking out of her pussy, giving me an ashen look of heartbroken confusion. And she started crying when I yelled, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Nightmares of Hal Reynolds marching into my old penthouse apartment with Kaitlyn's positive pregnancy test flashed before my eyes. All the paranoia from years of ensuring I didn't cum inside anyone not on "The List" created instant pressure against my brain. And I clawed at my own skull, turning around and pacing while squeezing my eyes shut so hard in a futile attempt to make the problem all go away. Vivienne pregnant? Oh, I wasn't ready for this. Snapping my fingers, I stuck my hand down at her. "Get up. We have to go." "G-g- ... go?" she whimpered. "Allez!" I snapped, pointing back at the hotel and then sticking my hand out at her again. Terrified, she reached up and took my hand, allowing me to yank her up to her feet. I immediately bent and started packing up everything, just tossing them haphazardly into the picnic basket. Vivienne glanced around the open meadow, now fully cognizant of her nudity. She hurriedly pulled the top of her dress up and fixed her skirt down. She didn't have time to grab her panties, as I had already bunched it up in the blankets and stuffed them into the backpack. "Tohm, please..." Vivienne whimpered. "Not now," I barked, standing up and hoisting the pack over my shoulders. I grabbed up the picnic basket with one hand and grabbed hers with the other. And as if she were an insolent child, I half-dragged her back along the trail to the hotel. Evania met me at the door with a bright smile that disappeared the instant she saw the look on my face. I pushed the picnic basket into her hands and dropped the backpack on the floor. "Deal with those," I ordered. And then I dragged a still-crying Vivienne over to her bedroom. Once there, I pointed her at her bags and ordered, "Find your pills." "Tohm..." "FIND THEM." Shaking like a leaf, Vivienne started rifling through her bag. "When did you stop taking them?" I growled. She didn't answer me right away, so I barked two seconds later, "When?" "Deux semaines!" she answered me, crying. "Two weeks!" By now, Taylor and Cassandra appeared in the open doorway, curious as to what was going on. I pointed at Cassandra and snapped, "How many pills does she need to take as emergency contraceptive?" Both my ladies' eyes went wide at that question. Cassandra stuttered before her mind locked in. "Uh, depends on which brand." Taylor was thinking an extra step ahead. "Let me just get a proper morning after pill." She turned and went for a phone. Vivienne finally came up with her pills. She turned to me, rivers of tears streaming down her cheeks. "Here they are." "How many?" I barked at Cassandra. "Jonathan, just wait for Taylor to-" "Forget it," I interrupted and jabbed a finger in Vivienne's face. "Take one. Now." "Jonathan, that won't do any-" "NOW," I ordered. Quivering, Vivienne gave me an agonizing look. She was trembling, and in a very quiet voice, she whimpered, "Please..." "NOW!" I thundered. Squeezing her eyes shut, Vivienne went to the sink and poured a quick glass of water. While I watched her like a hawk, she downed her pill. And then she immediately collapsed to her knees, bracing herself against the cabinet, sobbing so hard that she rattled the drawers. I turned and walked away. ------- I don't know how Taylor knew where I was, but armed with only a flashlight, she found me anyways. I was sitting on a rock by the Merced riverbank, near to the now dry Royal Arch creek bed. A tree overhead hid me in the shadows from the moonlight, and yet there she was, my wife climbing onto the big rock beside me. The first words out of my mouth were: "Did she take the morning after pill?" "Yes," Taylor replied quietly, her eyes straight ahead. Together, we stared out across the bubbling water for a few minutes. Nothing was said. She simply slipped her hand into mine and waited. And when I was ready, I took a deep breath and explained, "It was a great date." "Until..." she led me. "Until Vivienne told me she'd stopped taking her pills two weeks ago and was hoping she was pregnant." Taylor winced and looked at our joined hands. "Still ... you could have handled that better." I closed my eyes and hung my head, remembering how Vivienne looked huddled up against the cabinet, absolutely shaking. Without looking up, I asked, "How is she?" Taylor shook her head. "I don't know. Evania and Cassandra stayed with her. I came looking for you." "I should go back there." "Yes, you should. But first, talk to me." I exhaled. "Do we have to?" "Tell me what's bothering you so much?" "Bothering me? My girlfriend just told me, 'Surprise! I might get pregnant!' I'm not supposed to be bothered by that?" My wife shrugged. "Don't you want more kids? Isn't that what we're trying for with Cassandra? She and I are already going through her ovulation calculations." I sighed. "Of course I do. It's just ... I want my children to be with you and her." "But not Vivienne?" "No, of course not." "Why not?" "It's not like that with her. You're my wife. Cassandra's ... like a wife. C'mon, you don't really need me to try and come up with a definition for her, do you?" "So you're saying you ONLY want kids with me and her." "Yes." "What about Ashlyn?" I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "That was a completely different situation. Joey was an accident. I don't regret having her, and right now I miss her." "Her birthday party is in a week." "I know." I sighed. "But as much as I love her, I can honestly say I would never have planned her with Ashlyn." "Perhaps. But you two were talking about having more. In Tahiti, remember?" I closed my eyes again, remembering a simpler time. "That was a long time ago. Ashlyn and I were different people back then." "But if nothing had gone wrong, you would have had children with someone other than me and Cassandra. Specifically: with your girlfriend." "Yes. But not Vivienne." "Why not?" I rolled my eyes. "She's just a kid." "She's 23. Lots of women her age have children." I shook my head. "It's more than that. Ashlyn and I were discussing our plans together. Vivienne and I had no such discussion. She made a decision impulsively, without my input or consent." "Birth control fails. You're consenting every time you fire away inside her, or anyone else for that matter." "That's why we had 'The List', remember?" Taylor sighed and nodded, looking away. "I remember." The both of us went quiet again. My anger had built up again while remembering how Vivienne had made such a monumental decision without asking my permission, and I had to cool down again. And when I had cooled, Taylor squeezed my hand and looked up at me. "So the question now is: Does Vivienne make 'The List'?" I blinked. "Huh?" Taylor stared right into my eyes, holding my gaze. "You reversed the RISUG injection. You're firing live bullets again. I think we have to seriously talk about 'The List' again. It was a select group. Even as close as some of your girls have been: Kate, Kaitlyn, Rebecca, Mia ... they weren't on it. The risk was too great." I grimaced, remembering that time and the paranoia that came with it, the price to pay for my frequent extra-marital liaisons. "I know you feel strongly for Vivienne and Evania. But you have to ask yourself: Just how much do you trust them? And before you let your heart answer, think back to how your head reacted twenty minutes ago." Holding my forehead in my palm, I sighed and shook my head. ------- It was a quiet drive back to Fresno Yosemite International Airport, and an even quieter flight back to New York. Fully cognizant that I was upset with her, Vivienne's mood was that of a doomed prisoner on death row. And her attitude cast a pall over everyone else around. Mid-flight, Taylor pulled me into the private stateroom in the back of the plane. But rather than seduce me into a fresh Mile High experience, my wife ordered me under no uncertain terms to make up with my girlfriend so that we could all move on. Taylor then marched out and ordered Vivienne into the room with me, with instructions for neither of us to come out until we'd settled the matter. It took a while, but Vivienne and I eventually patched things up. I explained that while I did love her, our relationship had not progressed to the point yet where I was ready to have children with her. We'd known each other for less than three months, and more to the point, it was unfair of her to make such a life-altering decision without my input or approval. Vivienne couldn't really disagree with that. She apologized, telling me that she'd made an impulsive decision, but one founded on her love for me. She truly believed that we would be together forever, and she wanted that "forever" to start right away. In the end, we made up by making love right there on that flight. She cried when I told her I wouldn't cum inside of her. But she willingly opened her mouth when I pulled out. And she eagerly swallowed every drop down, willing me with her eyes to understand how much she loved me. Even so, there was no telling whether the morning after pill had worked. Vivienne had been off her birth control for nearly two weeks, and I'd filled her with sperm dozens of times in that period. For all we knew, it was already too late. And so with our immediate argument resolved, but the longer-term worry still in the back of my head, Vivienne and I returned to the main cabin. The mood wasn't exactly festive, but at least it wasn't as gloomy as before. I hoped that time would heal our wounds. I hoped that a few weeks would bring Vivienne's normal menstrual flow to confirm that she wasn't pregnant. And I hoped that things would eventually go back to the way they were before. Really, you'd think I would have learned by now. ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- "Happy Birthday!!!" Girls whooped. Disposable kazoos were tooted. And everyone clapped. Surrounded by dozens of people, all clapping, Joey just beamed and started clapping as well. "Now blow out your candles!" Ashlyn encouraged, bending over and blowing lightly at the two upright wax sticks embedded in the cake. Joey probably didn't know exactly the words meant, but she still knew enough to mimic her mother. And she puckered up and blew cutely. The candles went out. Everyone hollered even more. And Joey was having an absolute ball clapping her hands together. I could only wonder how much more excited my baby girl would get once it was time for her to open all the presents stacked on a nearby table. The mass of bodies that had collected in the dining room began to disperse after that. The large cake was expertly cut up by Lucy, Ashlyn's housekeeper. Charlotte and Karl were helping her hand out the plates. And in general, everyone spread out to resume other conversations. Joey made a mess of her face with the cake frosting. My little girl was pretty good at using a fork by now, but she still liked using her hands. I knelt beside Joey's high chair and tried to help her put a piece of cake onto her toddler fork, but she promptly grabbed a piece of frosting and slathered it across my nose. My startled yelp only entertained her even more. "Joey!" Ashlyn scolded, but couldn't help grinning. My ex-girlfriend stepped up with a wet washcloth at the ready, immediately wiping down my face. I let her clean me up and then stood with a smile. "No harm done." "Of course not." But Ashlyn immediately knelt and stared her daughter in her eyes. "Be a good girl, Joey. Food is for eating, not play." Joey tried to smother Ashlyn's nose in frosting, but the knowing mother quickly pulled out of the way. Evelyn immediately swooped in and started clucking over the now 2-year-old toddler. Joey settled down and ate her cake a little more sedately, although with that much sugar, I expected she'd start bouncing off the walls pretty soon. Ashlyn then retrieved a new plate with a slice of cake on it, handing it over to me along with a fork. I accepted gratefully, and gestured back to the table. "Aren't you going to have one?" The supermodel just rolled her eyes and patted her flat belly. "Yeah, right." I put a small bit on the end of my fork, topped with pink frosting, and then held it up right in front of Ashlyn's face. "You sure?" The redhead went cross-eyed staring at the morsel of cake, a hungry expression on her face. She sighed and then looked over at me. "We both know I can't." I shrugged, started putting the cake into my mouth, and then pulled it back, waggling the morsel in front of Ashlyn's face once more. "You're evil, you know that?" she sighed before grabbing my wrist and holding it steady so that she could glomp her mouth around the end of my fork, eating off the cake and then swallowing it with relish. "There. Was that so bad?" "Yes," she groaned. "What IS it with men? You all want us to stay pencil thin and yet every chance you get, you try to tempt us into eating more." There was actual vehemence in her voice, and I mumbled, "Huh?" She shook her head dismissively and waved me off. "Nevermind." "No, really." Ashlyn sighed. "Bad date." I arched an eyebrow. "Fabrizio?" "So you remembered his name." "Of course. What happened? I thought you said things were going well." "They were," Ashlyn groaned. "Up until Saturday night." I bristled, my fists clenching. "What did he do to you?" "Johnny, Johnny," she quickly soothed, holding her hands up to calm me down. She then glanced around, spotting a quiet corner before taking my elbow and leading me to it so that we'd have a modicum of privacy. "He didn't do anything, not really. It's just not working out." "I'm sorry," I stated, working hard to keep my face still. Ashlyn gave me a funny look. "You don't mean it." I blushed, caught. "Sorry," I offered more seriously, although with a smile. The redhead chuckled and shook her head. "Typical ex-boyfriend. If you can't have me, no one can." "Hey, I'm not doing anything to stop-" "I know, I know..." I shrugged. "Can't help the way I feel. I still care about you. About you both." "I know. A part of me will always love you, too. But we know why we can't get back together. I won't settle," Ashlyn stated firmly. "I'm not asking you to; it wouldn't be fair. Just know that I'll always be here for you. Think of me ... like an older brother. Brothers can love you, and be a little protective of you, can't they?" Ashlyn shook her head but smiled. "Uh, don't know that I can ever think that way about you. Every time I look at you I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you within an inch of your life... brother. But I get what you're trying to say." I just grinned and asked. "So what's next? Or who?" "Time will tell. I'm not in a big rush. Relationships are a complicated thing." Musing on that, Ashlyn suddenly punched my shoulder lightly. "What about you? How are things at home?" I shrugged. "Shouldn't you already know? I know you and Taylor spread gossip faster than Twitter." "Yeah," she conceded. "But I still want to hear it from your side. How are things with Vivienne?" I sighed. "Good and bad. Her period is due in two days. She's not sure whether to be hopeful or anxious. I'm not sure myself." Ashlyn glanced over at Joey, who by now was running around the living room with some of her toddler friends. "I can relate." She then picked her head up to look at me, but instead gazed past my shoulder. "Speaking of whom..." I turned to see Vivienne approaching. She smiled and immediately hugged me, pecking my cheek. But then to the surprise of both me and Ashlyn, my girlfriend turned to face the redhead. "Bonjour, Ashlyn." "Bonjour," Ashlyn replied with a smile. Although Vivienne had initially been paralyzed with celebrity awe upon meeting the famous supermodel, time had helped her get over it. Vivienne touched my arm and smiled at me for a moment before asking something I never would have expected. "Excuse me. But do you mind if I, ah... steal her ... for a moment?" My eyebrows rose in both amusement and surprise. I was amused at Vivienne's attempt to pick up the English slang. And of course I wondered what Vivienne wanted to talk to Ashlyn about. But I saw no harm in it, and willingly stepped aside. Ashlyn looked just as surprised as me, but she nodded as well. With a smile, Vivienne took Ashlyn by the arm. And then she led the two of them down a hallway toward the private bedrooms. For about half a second, I imagined the two gorgeous beauties stripping and attacking each other with an erotic passion. But then I just shook my head and chuckled to myself. My life was pretty crazy, but that was just a little too far- fetched. ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- The sun was setting in the distant west as the helicopter buzzed eastward back to the mansion after Joey's birthday party. Taylor and Cassandra reclined against my chest from either side of me. Vivienne and Evania sat across us. There was a light conversation going around, momentarily interrupted when Evania's Blackberry beeped. She quickly fished out the device, and glanced quickly at Vivienne before pressing the button to close the message. And then my valet looked up and gave me a big grin. I couldn't help but smile as well. "The packages arrived?" I asked. Evania nodded. "Yes, sir." "Right on time." I grinned even wider. I then looked over at Vivienne, but she was staring out the window. Actually, Vivienne had been staring out the window for most of the flight. She hadn't been participating much in the conversation, and Evania had to nudge her to get my girlfriend to notice that I wanted her attention. But rather than get ready to listen to what I had to say, she immediately spoke up. "Tohm, I need to talk to you when we land." I arched an eyebrow in surprise. "About what?" Vivienne looked around at the other women, sighing, "It's very private." I blinked and shrugged. "Uh, okay. But it might have to wait." Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why?" I couldn't help but start grinning once again. "Because I have a little surprise for you." Taylor now sat up straight. "A surprise? Those packages Evania just mentioned?" "And how come I don't know about this?" Cassandra frowned, looking put out. I chuckled and waved with my hands to get the girls to settle down. "It's a surprise. And they're really for Vivienne, okay?" The girl in question was now squirming in her seat, brimming with anxious energy. "But WHAT are they?" I smiled wickedly. "You'll see." That was the most the girls could get out of me for the next five minutes. Belatedly, they then realized that Evania was in on the secret and started pestering her. Vivienne even resorted to tickle-tactics, and the cabin was soon filled with the sounds of squealing girls. But then the helicopter began its descent to the family compound, and everyone started looking out the windows to see if there was anything new visible from the air. Perhaps they were expecting some twenty-foot box to be sitting on the lawn, wrapped up with a gigantic bow. But there was nothing below but the familiar sight of the mansion. Still, the girls were all atwitter as we landed and went through the rotor shutdown. When it was safe, a security officer came and opened the chopper door. And all four ladies poured out, heading straight for the mansion doors, oblivious to whether or not I was following. You'd think they would have realized they might need me to show them where the packages were placed in this cavernous house. I followed them pretty quickly anyways. In this case, I figured they would find the surprise soon enough. That was because the packages weren't actually packages; they were people. "Vivienne!" a French-accented voice squealed. Another at a slightly different pitch soon followed. And I had to clamp my hands over my ears against the deafening scream that came after. Vivienne tore off down the hallway to the living room, at a full sprint before diving into the waiting arms of Aveline. The impact was enough to nearly knock the redhead over, but she managed to stay upright. And very quickly, Cecile piled on as well. What followed was a riot of French words as questions were asked and half- answered, only to be drowned out by another question. The three girls were talking and hugging and kissing and then talking some more, all going by so fast that I really didn't understand a thing. Evania stepped up, and was immediately pulled into the middle of the circle like an old friend. A few words in heavily-accented English followed. And in the meantime, Taylor and Cassandra hung back with me. "This was a good idea," Taylor mused, surveying the babbling young ladies. "Agreed," Cassandra nodded. "Well, since I now have your approval," I drawled. The two of them chuckled and turned to me. "When did you come up with this?" Taylor inquired. "Last week. Vivienne was clearly depressed after we got back to New York. I thought this might cheer her up. She's talked about being homesick before." Taylor reached up and brushed my bangs back, staring up into my eyes. "You really want her to be happy, don't you?" I nodded. "Of course." She turned her eyes behind me to Cassandra. I saw something pass through them, but as usual, I was left out of the loop. "What?" I queried. Taylor just shook her head. Cassandra then gestured toward the four girls. "I'm assuming these are the other girls who were with you on the yacht? Not Vivienne's family or anything like that." "Correct," I nodded. Taylor smirked and then looked at my assistant. "Well then, care to spend the night with me, Cassie?" "Of course," Cassandra replied. "Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Come now, honey. Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind that those four are going to drag you down to the guest wing tonight." I blinked in surprise, my mouth falling open. "Actually ... I hadn't. I really just wanted to bring Vivienne's friends over ... for her." Taylor shrugged. "Okay. But that doesn't make my prophecy any less true." Cassandra smirked. "Let's go take a shower. I'm sure Jonathan will know what to do from here." She then glanced at me and advised, "Drink lots of fluids." Taylor swooped in and pecked my lips. "See you in the morning, honey." And then they were gone. Sure enough, four excited girls immediately surged over, surrounding me with high-pitched babbling and many, many hugs. And right in front of me was Vivienne, her eyes absolutely afire. ------- "Where is Lucette?" I managed to ask, once the girls got done kissing me in greeting. As a group, we had retired to the Common Room to sit down and catch up. Aveline sighed, "She could not get away from work." "She could not get away from her boyfriend," Cecile corrected. Aveline explained. "He was already suspicious enough when Lucette returned from Greece with the extra clothes and jewelry." I blinked and glanced over at Aveline. The busty, blue-eyed redhead preened as I ogled her, positioning her body for maximum seductiveness and batting her eyelashes suggestively. And I asked, "What about your boyfriend?" "What boyfriend? I have no boyfriend." "Not anymore," Cecile chirped. The petite blonde turned to me with a wry smile. "Sebastien realized what happened when Aveline returned home," she added in thickly-accented English. I'd forgotten that she was the least comfortable with my language. I winced. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," Aveline said with a shrug. "The relationship was over anyways." Vivienne nodded, apparently familiar with her best friend's history. "But we're not here to talk about us," Aveline said brightly, extending her arms toward me and Vivienne. "We're here to talk about you!" "Je ne peux pas croire que vous soyez toutes les deux venues ici!" Vivienne enthused happily, explaining her disbelief that her friends had come. "Comment aurions-nous pu refuser?" Aveline pouted. "We missed you!" The girls hugged again, and Vivienne looked at me. "But how?" Cecile spoke up again. "Evania called us." "It was Mr. Kwong's idea," Evania gestured to me. "Au sujet de votre nom ... So your real name is 'Jonathan Kwong'?" Cecile inquired with raised eyebrows. I nodded. Aveline and Cecile glanced at each other with knowing looks. "You are quite famous, then." I smiled. "In America, at least. Fortunately for me, I was not so famous in Europe." "You are now," Aveline said seriously. "There was a story about a kidnapping, in Marseille." I grimaced. "Yes. But that's over now." The three French girls looked at each other and made a few comments I didn't quite understand. But then Aveline moved forward and grabbed my head, turning it left and right as if looking for injuries. I chuckled and Vivienne moved forward, slapping her friend off me. "No. He did NOT get shot," she stated in English. Aveline started slapping right back, and soon the two girls were giggling as they playfully batted each other's hands away. For a second, I thought about throwing two pillows between them and then sitting back to watch what happened. "Arrêtez! Arrêtez!" Cecile interposed herself between them, smiling all the while. Her hair a little mussed, Vivienne brushed it back and then beamed, smiling the biggest I'd seen from her since Yosemite. "How long can you stay?" Aveline sighed and gestured to Evania. "Our flight back is..." "Sunday," Evania finished. "After Mr. Kwong's birthday. But the plans are flexible if you choose to remain longer." Vivienne smiled. "That is almost a week." "Just like Mykonos," Aveline said with a grin. "So? What shall we do?" ------- Despite Taylor's and Cassandra's insinuations that I would find myself dragged beneath a pile of naked Euroflesh until morning, it didn't quite turn out that way, not yet at least. Aveline and Cecile wanted a tour of the mansion, and they oohed and ahhed at everything in utter rapture. Actually, Aveline wanted to strip naked and dive into the indoor pool as soon as she saw it. After the tour, everyone assembled back together for dinner. The newcomers apologized profusely to Taylor and Cassandra for not introducing themselves earlier. My wife and assistant laughed off their concerns and welcomed the girls with open arms. Dorothy made a splendid meal, and we all ate, drank, and chatted for well over an hour. Much of the conversation centered on the new girls. Vivienne wanted to know what had been going on back in Dijon, and the girls were filling her in on the latest hometown gossip. There were discussions about kooky neighbors and various old friends. There was small mention of Vivienne's parents, from whom my girlfriend seemed to already be estranged. And the girls all laughed over how heartbroken this one young grocery store clerk had been when he found out Vivienne wasn't coming back. Vivienne also shared what she'd been up to these past couple of months. She focused on all the fun things, like the trip to DC, Nashville, and New Orleans, as well as the National Park hopping and river rafting excursion. She raved about French-Cajun food and told the story of the French owner hitting on her at Savann. And in general, Aveline and Cecile sighed dreamily over how lucky Vivienne was to have hooked up with me. Indeed, Aveline flashed me a teasing grin and asked in a flirty voice, "Do you need any more girlfriends? I'm sure I could be persuaded to stay a little longer." "She means 'forever'," Cecile put in helpfully. Vivienne just slapped her friend's shoulder. After dinner, Taylor and Cassandra went off on their own, believing that the girls would feel more comfortable without their presence. They were right, because once the European girls and I re-settled in the Common Room, there were no limits to what they could talk about. Aveline promptly began asking questions about our sex life, and how that all worked. Vivienne blushed and protested that she could not, but only for a moment. Then she went ahead and gave rather graphic descriptions of the shenanigans we'd gotten into. She mentioned Virginie, the waitress in New Orleans, who reminded her of Aveline. She laughed about the whole group seducing Chrissy, the Idaho river guide. And she even gently ribbed Evania about Tommie Joe and his houseboat in Nashville. Cecile then asked with some curiosity about Taylor and Cassandra. Vivienne was a little more demure about them, although she admitted that both were fantastic lovers. She also mentioned Kaitlyn and Jeff. And she started describing this trick that Taylor had for twisting her tongue while inside another woman's vagina that really hit the spot. All this talk of sex started getting me hard, a fact not unnoticed by Evania, who was sitting quietly beside me. My valet rather discreetly started stroking me outside of my pants, and nobody else noticed for a good five minutes. But then Cecile realized what was happening, and the petite blonde blushed prettily. And I also saw a twinkle in her eye, a sparkle of hungry lust that surged up into her gaze. Cecile's look took me by surprise. That whole week sailing around the Mediterranean, she'd been the most hesitant to fall into bed with me. I was a stranger, a rich man seducing her friends one-by-one, and she had every reason to mistrust my intentions. Yeah, she'd ultimately succumbed and slept with me, just before the end. But even that had just been her "casual affair", a wild one-night stand of sorts just to prove to herself that she could do it. She still didn't really know me now. Yes, we'd spent the better part of a week together, but that was two months ago. I was a different man now, with a different name, and a wife and devoted personal assistant right upstairs. And yet this beautiful young woman was both ready and willing to sleep with me at the drop of a hat. This was my life. A lot of it had to do with the money and the luxury surrounding us. But whatever the reasons, my situation was such that I could have dozens of gorgeous women throwing themselves at me every day. Vivienne's storytelling of our exploits certainly seemed to support that assessment. But despite all that, and even despite these four gorgeous European babes around me, I knew exactly where I wanted to be this very second: upstairs with Taylor and Cassandra. I knew they wouldn't mind me spending the night with the Eurobabes; Taylor had specifically said she would see me in the morning. But I couldn't help but shake a memory I had from long ago, back before Joey was born, even before Ashlyn officially became my girlfriend. Ashlyn, actually, was the girl in question. She was moving into the house, after the horrible breakup with Dean. Taylor was setting the ground rules for my relationship with the stunning redheaded supermodel, not to mention my budding relationship with Kate. Back then, Taylor had specifically told me: "I'm not jealous of you having sex with them." But she'd also asked: "At night, no matter how late it is, will you come to be with me?" I wanted to go to bed with my wife tonight. Ever since she came back to me, I hadn't missed a single night with her. Sure, I'd spent a lot of time in other bedrooms with Evania, Vivienne, and even Cassandra. I'd even spent most of an evening somewhere else, with someone else. But ever since Marseille, Taylor and I had slept together each and every night, holding each other in our arms. And I wasn't breaking the streak now, not for anyone. I always said I wanted things to go back to the way they were. Cuddling overnight with my wife was part of that. And right now I wanted nothing more than to feel Taylor and Cassandra spooning themselves up against me, even more than to have all four of these girls strip and take turns fucking my brains out. So I stood up. "Well, I think it's time I went to bed." From my tone, Vivienne immediately knew I didn't mean going to her bed. "Now?" I nodded. "But Tohm..." she pleaded and gestured to Aveline and Cecile. "You know we would like to thank you for bringing us back together like this. And I'm sure they had a very special 'thank you' in mind." The French girls nodded, grinning seductively. But I held my hand up. "Tomorrow. I've already made plans. Evania, go ahead and tell them." My valet nodded and stood up beside me. "I have chartered a yacht, not unlike the one we had in Greece. This is not the Mediterranean, but we will spend the day sailing up the coastline and to the famous Cape Cod." "It will be just like old times," I said with a grin. Vivienne got up and came to me, pouting cutely. "But tonight?" I shook my head. "Tonight I'm going to sleep in my own bed." Vivienne's face fell. She had gone from so giddily happy at the arrival of her friends to such a look of sorrow that I almost changed my mind. But the draw of Taylor and Cassandra upstairs pulled at me too strongly. I stepped up to my girlfriend, wrapping her up in my arms and leaning in for a sweet kiss. "In the morning, mon cheri. Tomorrow, all day will be for you." She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in an adorable pout. "It is not enough," she complained. I sighed, wondering if anything short of marrying her would be enough. "It will have to be," I answered. And then I kissed her goodnight. ------- Taylor rolled off Cassandra in surprise when the door opened. Startled, she quickly dragged the blanket up to cover her nudity and stared wide-eyed at the door. "Johnny!" she hissed. "You scared me!" I chuckled and strode into the room, reaching down to pull off my shirt. Cassandra sat up, her glorious tits bare and a little wet from Taylor's saliva. "What are you doing here?" she asked a little more calmly. I arched an eyebrow. "It's my bedroom, isn't it?" "But we thought you were going to spend the night with the girls downstairs?" Taylor queried, now dropping the blanket and revealing that she too was naked. I grinned, feeling my cock resurging. My hard-on from downstairs had softened as I left the European girls, but it was making a quick comeback. "I'd rather be here, with you two." "Really?" Taylor sighed with a dreamy smile. "Really-really," I replied, and then dropped my pants and shorts, which left me fully naked with my rigid dick leading the way. I then pointed to the bed, right between the two naked loves of my life. "Besides, isn't Cassandra ovulating?" Taylor just beamed and opened her arms. "Come to your wives, honey." ------- -- CAPE COD BAY, MASSACHUSETTS -- I reclined comfortably in a sculpted seat carved into the side-wall of the jacuzzi, with soft pads cushioning my ass and directed jets blowing bubbles against my spine. The warm water surrounded me up to my midsection. And the platform behind my back was at the perfect height to rest my outstretched arms to the sides. The jacuzzi was built into the aft deck of a private yacht that slowly rose and fell with the waves, a gentle rocking motion that was as comfortable as a baby's bassinet. And perched right on top of my dick, enveloping my shaft with her snug vaginal canal, was a gorgeous redheaded French girl who similarly rose and fell in time with the waves. Kneeling on the jacuzzi's submerged bench by my side was a dirty-blonde French girl, her 90DD breasts pushed up into my face so that my cheeks were surrounded by warm, wet titflesh. I had a big smile as I pushed my nose into her cleavage, smothering myself in her perfect mammary glands. And as I felt the ocean rocking my boat while Aveline and Vivienne were ... uh... rocking my boat, I felt as if I'd been transported thousands and thousands of miles away, to a pristine harbor in the Greek Cyclades, where all my cares had gone away. The trip was just like before. Evania arranged the boat and crew. We started off clothed, and then as the sun warmed their bodies, the girls stripped down to their bikinis and eventually removed their tops. And after moving from girl to girl, getting kisses and some heavy petting (and groping), we finally reached our destination and dropped the anchor. Lunch was served, followed by a brief period of relaxing, sunbathing, and light conversation. Vivienne and Aveline dove off the boat and into the water, playfully splashing each other for a few minutes before declaring that the bay was a little too cold and then returning onto the deck, hair wet and slicked back with erect little nipples tight and perky. The two went into the warm jacuzzi first, and it took little coaxing to get me to join them. One thing led to another, and I soon found my swimsuit pulled away as Aveline mounted me. And then Vivienne was similarly stripping away her bikini bottoms so that I could slide my fingers into her juicing slit while she smothered me in titflesh. The three of us weren't the only ones getting hot and heavy. Evania and Cecile spent a lot of the trip chatting with each other. They'd gotten on very good terms during that week in the Mediterranean. Cecile had begun that trip a confirmed heterosexual, shocked to see her good friend Lucette even kiss a girl. But days later, the young blonde was just as eager to dive in and eat pussy as the rest of them. She was still inexperienced, but she was learning fast. And it looked like Cecile had continued her education in the past few months. Evania technically still wore her bikini bottoms as she was stretched out across a reclined lounger, but the dark green and yellow fabric was pulled aside as Cecile confidently lapped at my valet's pink pussy while sawing two fingers in and out of that moist channel. And from the way Evania moaned and clutched at her own heaving bosom, Cecile was doing a very good job. "Nnnn..." Aveline moaned, drawing my attention back within the jacuzzi. Her eyes were closed and her head hung limply to her right. Vivienne was nuzzling her friend's exposed neck, kissing it while her left hand roamed over the redhead's big tits. Vivienne's right hand was out of sight, but I saw her arm leading down into the depths of the tub. And then all of a sudden, Aveline's eyes flew open and I felt her entire pelvic region tighten up as she squirmed and started jerking faster on my cock. "Vivi-enne!" Aveline squeaked. The girl in question just grinned evilly, tensing her arm as she evidently pushed her finger even deeper into Aveline's ass. "Nnnnghh!" the redhead groaned even louder, rapidly bucking up and down my shaft. I ducked my head to capture a heaving breast between my lips, and Vivienne slid her left hand lower to titillate her friend's clit. And together, we brought the French bombshell to a screaming climax. "AAAAAAAAAAA-ulp!" Vivienne abruptly cut off her friend's cry with an open-mouthed kiss, probing her tongue right into the middle of the scream. With strong arms she held Aveline as the redhead thrashed about, sending the jacuzzi water splashing over the sides. And she continued kissing her best friend until Aveline finally went limp and the pair could separate to sigh rapturously. Cecile suddenly popped her head up behind us, grinning. "Était-ce bien?" she queried. Tired, Aveline smirked goofily, nodding her head. "Très bien." Cecile then raised her eyebrows to Vivienne. "Mon tour?" My girlfriend chuckled and nodded her head. "Oui-oui." Now her turn, Cecile clapped her hands like a kid in a candy store. Without bothering to climb in, the perky blonde grabbed my head and turned it to the side so that she could kiss me. And as Aveline and Vivienne moved away, she finally hopped over the side and straddled my lap while shoving her tongue into the back of my throat. I was already pretty revved up by Aveline's fuck. I hadn't cum, but I was much closer than when we'd begun, and I had a hankering to get off pretty soon. So spurred on by my own urgency, I quickly tired of simply making out with Cecile and decided to take charge. Lifting her light body easily, especially with the buoyancy of the water, I quickly spun around and parked Cecile with her knees on the padded bench. She was just high enough for her ass to be out in the open air when bent over, so that she had to brace her hands on the platform surrounding the tub. And after swabbing my angry cockhead through her slick pussy lips a few times, I centered myself and pushed forward. "Ungh..." Cecile groaned as I penetrated her from behind. The slender young blonde gritted her teeth and focused on driving her own hips back to meet me. Once we achieved full penetration, I reached my arms around to paw her modest breasts and squeeze them as I pulled back, ensuring that my dick was as far up into her body as it could possibly go. And after briefly bending over and nibbling on her shoulders, I asked if she was ready, whispering, "Tu prêt?" Shivering as she felt my thick cock stretching her tight tunnel for the first time in months, Cecile took a deep breath and nodded. "Oui." And then we were off. It was a good thing we were in the tub for this. I'd been primed all day watching (and feeling up) the four topless babes as we cruised around the aft deck of the yacht. My next orgasm would be my first, and my body was screaming at me to achieve it as quickly as possible. But despite the urge to rapidly slam my dick in and out of Cecile's tight cunt as hard and as fast as possible, the water slowed me down just enough so that the somewhat less experienced girl could handle it. But I was still fucking her pretty damn hard. "Agh! Agh! Agh!" Cecile chirped every time my pelvis slammed into her ass. The petite girl wasn't as curvaceous as her friends, and she had less butt padding to absorb the intensity of my strokes. Her whole body jerked every time I rammed into her. But from the way her cunt muscles clenched me and the specific note in her whimpers, I was sure she wouldn't have it any other way. Meanwhile, my original three 'V's were getting hot and heavy. They had dropped another lounger to recline completely flat. Vivienne was on her back, with Aveline doing her level best to return the orgasmic favor to her friend while Evania helped along. At present, Aveline's red head was burrowing between my girlfriend's thighs while my valet knelt behind Vivienne's head, reaching forward to massage the dirty-blonde's big tits while showering her with upside- down kisses. Cecile came first, but Vivienne wasn't far behind. My petite blonde was hanging her head down, letting it sway with our rocking motions as she concentrated on simply holding herself up while I pounded away at her backside. I felt her inner muscles tensing just before she came. And as they did, her head came up to shriek in pleasurable agony as the powerful climax ripped its way from her loins and all the way up and out her throat. "EEEYYYAAAAAAAHHHH!" Cecile yelled. "AAAIIIIIIII!" Vivienne joined her. "UNNGHH!" I grunted two seconds later, as I yanked my cock out just in time to begin spraying ribbons of spunk that first arced up and onto Cecile's lower back before the streams lost power and began splattering down across her tight asscheeks. Despite having just cum, Vivienne bolted off her chair immediately. I was staggering back, struggling to maintain my balance as I stood upright in the middle of the tub, when Vivienne vaulted over the side and landed beside me. But her attention was on Cecile as the petite French girl let her arms collapse so that her head and chest lay on the jacuzzi's surrounding platform. And with the young blonde's ass upthrust into the air, Vivienne quickly grabbed onto her friend's hips and began lapping up my spending right off of Cecile's ass. Evania quickly joined her, the two slurping up the globs of jism before turning to each other and sharing them between their mouths. But Aveline came straight to me. The redhead took her time, gracefully sitting up on the jacuzzi platform and then kicking her legs over to slide down beside me. Taking hold of my hips, she sweetly asked me to sit up on the platform. I did as asked, and once my legs dangled into the water, she knelt on the submerged bench and brushed her hair back with her fingers. And then she bent over and inhaled my prick down to the root. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Aveline's wide mouth and bee-stung lips are just made for sucking dick. Smiling, I leaned back and braced my hands on the back edge of the platform. I stared down, watching Aveline roll her pretty blue eyes up to stare at me while she lovingly worshipped my cock. And then I looked past her, to where Cecile was still wiped out from our aggressive fuck, and Evania and Vivienne were both hungrily looking at me in eager anticipation of their turns. Just like old times. ------- Things got quiet after dinner. The yacht rounded Shooter's Island and headed into Nantucket Sound, leisurely bringing us back home as the sun set over the Western horizon. Aveline and Cecile were cuddled up together under a blanket on the forward bow, watching the world go by while chatting with Vivienne and Evania. I sat well behind them, staring at my girls more than the sea. But presently, Vivienne got up and said something to the others. They nodded and she turned back to me. And without a word, my girlfriend took my hand, pulled me up, and led me inside to one of the comfortable staterooms belowdecks. Once behind a closed door, Vivienne's soft but intensely passionate kiss left no doubt as to her intentions. I felt her nimble fingers working at the collar of my shirt. And soon enough, we fell semi-naked onto the bed. Our kisses were a harmony of contradictions: forceful yet yielding, firm yet soft, passionate yet intimate. We broke away several times just to look at each other. Her fingers traced my cheeks. My fingers traced her hairline. I stared into those light brown eyes, glowing with an inner golden glow as she stared right back at me. Neither of us made a move to initiate the sex or even grope at a sexual organ. Instead, we simply writhed together, feeling the sensual warmth of each other's body gliding against our own skin. And I also felt the damp heat emanating from her loins. My cockhead notched into position of its own accord. One moment, we were sinuously dry humping each other while panting heavily and moaning softly. The next moment, both of us were holding our breath as my shaft sunk inch by inch into her welcoming channel. And only after we were fully enjoined did either of us stop to breathe. "Je t'aime, mon amour," Vivienne breathed. "Je t'aime, mon cheri," I replied in kind. She started crying then, happy tears as she held my head in her hands and kissed me. She undulated her body beneath me, driving up with her hips, and we settled into the regular cadence of making love. And all the while, we felt the familiar rocking of the yacht accenting our own rhythmic thrusts, just like it had back in Greece. It was almost perfect ... almost. "Cum in me, mon amoureux..." she moaned, cinching her arms and legs around me tighter as I sped up on the final approach to climax. "Fill me!" Immediately, I groaned with a pained expression. I couldn't. She knew I couldn't. "Vivienne..." "Please..." Her inner walls clamped down around me, squeezing and releasing, coaxing out my sperm. "Cum in me. Cum in me s'il vous plait!" "I can't," I whimpered pitifully, my hips speeding up as my balls prepared to fire away. "You know why." "Tonight doesn't matter. I am due tomorrow. If I am pregnant, this will not change things. If I am not pregnant, it is too late in my cycle anyways. Please ... Please, Tohm! I have not felt you cum inside me in weeks. Please!" I couldn't. Her logic made sense, but I simply couldn't. I wasn't ready to have children with Vivienne. My heart screamed 'Who cares?' My head couldn't come up with a logical response. But I just couldn't do it. "I can't!" I groaned. No matter. Vivienne wrapped her legs around my hips, holding me powerfully even as she squeezed with every inner muscle to draw out my ejaculation. "Vivienne!" I groaned again, this time physically prying her legs apart and then seizing her hips. I felt myself about to lose control, my cock about to blast away no matter where it was pointed. But just before I did, I managed to yank myself out of her exquisite pussy and simultaneously roll her onto her stomach. "Ohhh!" she whimpered in disappointment, but let me roll her over. "Ungh!" I grunted, at the razor's edge of orgasm. Vivienne was face-down, her exquisite ass pointed right back at me. And just as I felt the sperm racing up my shaft, I centered my cock over the dusky star of her anus and pushed. "AAAIIII!" Vivienne shrieked as my cock penetrated her sphincter. But a millisecond later, she felt the rush of liquid pouring into her chute, lubricating her walls even as I pushed more and more of my cock up her asshole. "UNGH!" I grunted again, feeling her anal chute widening for my entry as I thrust in until I was balls deep up my girlfriend's ass. And only then did I finally relax to do as she'd asked. With a few more shots left, I came inside her. What felt like hours later, I opened my eyes to find myself lying flat atop Vivienne's back. She was breathing slowly, shallowly. My dick was fully embedded in her rectum, going soft amidst a pool of jism. And again there were tears rolling down her cheeks. But they weren't tears of happiness anymore. ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- Vivienne said again that she accepted why I couldn't cum inside her, that she was too young and our relationship too new to have a baby together. She even showed me her pill case, to prove that she'd gone back on schedule. But she was still very quiet and distant for the remainder of the trip back home. The next day, she left with Aveline and Cecile to explore New York. It was her turn to play tour guide as she showed her friends some of the sights she'd visited and some of the tastes she'd experienced over the past couple of months. And then late that night, just before bedtime, she came and knocked on the Master Bedroom door. Cassandra opened it, actually. My personal assistant had taken to sleeping with Taylor and me each night, not only because she was ovulating but also because she cherished the closeness of our newfound intimacy. It was a stark contrast to her previous behavior of having sex and then returning to her own bedroom. After I arrived and saw who was there, I gestured to the hallway and asked if Vivienne wanted to go somewhere private. But my girlfriend shook her head. "I just wanted to tell you that my period came this afternoon. I am not pregnant." I couldn't help but exhale in relief. But my concern immediately went to Vivienne's emotional state. "How are you?" My girlfriend gave me a wan smile and shrugged. "It is what it is. I cannot change it." "Do you wish you could?" I asked. Vivienne gave me a strange look, and then sighed in a tone that was the very definition of bittersweet. "You were right. It is better this way." And with that, she turned and went back down the hallway to the stairs. Right then and there: I knew I was losing her. ------- The next morning, the French girls didn't come to breakfast. I didn't want to appear alarmed, so I joked about them sleeping in and continued my meal with Taylor and Cassandra. Evania, however, volunteered to go looking for them, and returned a few minutes later to tell me that they were all in the backyard, and had been up early to see the sunrise. I finished my meal and then went out back. The girls were by the outdoor pool, reclining in three lounge chairs pointed off toward the ocean. The air was already warm and humid, and all three young women were dressed casually in pajama-wear with light robes. Their conversation died out as I approached. And just before I got there, Aveline and Cecile both got up. Aveline, and then Cecile came to me in morning greetings, giving me a hug and then a kiss on the cheek before walking past me and back into the house. And after a minute, my girlfriend and I were all alone. Staring off at the brilliance of morning, I settled into the lounge chair that Aveline had just vacated. And trying to be casual, I asked, "Comment vas-tu?" "Je suis très bien," she replied quietly. And she returned to staring out across the ocean. Her words had said she was "fine". But she seemed anything but, and at length, I asked, "Vivienne ... What's wrong?" She sighed and then glanced over at me. Her bra was riding up on her from reclining for so long, and she sat up straight and fixed it beneath her loose pajama top. Taking a deep breath, she stated firmly, "Nothing. I'm fine. I'm happy." I arched an eyebrow. Again, her words said one thing, but her expression was that of a defeated woman. "You're not. Why?" "Of course I am happy. Three months ago, I was bored to death, sitting in a cubicle in Dijon. My ex-boyfriend turned out to be a stupid jerk. I lived in a tiny apartment. And I had no money for fancy things. Now? I sit on this beach, wear these fine clothes, and enjoy all the wonderful things you have given me. I am happy here. Really." I looked at her skeptically. "Really?" Sighing, Vivienne canted her head to the side and just looked at me for a long while. Her lips were pressed together tightly, and her eyes were a little tired. She was quiet for a few moments, clearly trying to figure out how to put into words how she really felt. But after a while, she admitted, "Perhaps it is not what I expected." "What isn't?" Looking sad, she glanced at her own lap and interlaced her fingers, twiddling her thumbs. Whatever she needed to say, she was having difficulty saying. But all I could do right now was wait her out. Finally, she took a breath and said, "I miss being with you, Tohm." I blinked in confusion. "I'm right here." "I KNOW. And I am supposed to be making the most of this time. Because I know that very soon, we won't be able to be like this again." "Why not?" "Because..." she huffed, frustrated by her inability to make me understand. "Because ... you have the others. Because you have your wife. Because you have Cassandra. Even Evie ... She is my best friend here ... But she also takes away the time I could be alone with you." "Vivienne, I told you-" "I KNOW you told me it would be this way. I KNOW it. You tried to tell me in Athens, at the airport, that things could not be the same way they were on the boat. But I didn't listen. I love you, Tohm. I want to be with you. And I told myself it would not matter who else you were with as long as I got to stay with you." I raised both eyebrows. "But it does matter?" "YES!" she blurted, and then immediately clamped her eyes shut and turned her face away from me in shame. I scooted up closer to her and stroked her shoulder. "I'm sorry." "You should not apologize. Things are just the way you said they would be." "But you're not happy with that anymore?" Vivienne sighed and finally looked up at me glumly. "I have to be." I frowned. "But you're not." She looked away from me again. Getting up, I kicked a leg over the back of her lounge chair and slid down it until I was spooned up tight against her. I pulled her back against my chest, hugging her from behind with my feet on the ground to the sides. She raised her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. And she stared away at ocean surf, although I knew she wasn't really seeing it. We sat there in silence for a little while, Vivienne lost to her thoughts and me trying to figure out how to resolve this. Clearly, she wasn't quite satisfied with the current state of our relationship. I had to fix this, because I knew that neither of us wanted our relationship to end. "Do you want to spend the day together?" I asked, thinking of how my girls had needed their one-on-one time back in Yosemite. "We can go out, just you and me." "That would be nice," she conceded. "But it's not about that." "Then what IS it about?" She trembled slightly and shook her head. Her head lolled to the side, exposing her neck. And I couldn't help but lean down and run my lips against the creamy skin. She shivered at my touch and hummed, wrapping an arm around my head to hold me tighter to her neck. But then she let go a second later and sat up straight, pretty much shrugging me off. And then she turned her head to get a good look at my face. "You are not Tohm Eriksen." I blinked in surprise, not expecting that particular statement. "Excuse me?" She sighed. "You are not the Tohm I fell in love with." I frowned. "I'm still the same man." She shrugged. "Perhaps." I furrowed my eyebrows, suddenly very scared that Vivienne was going to leave me. "What are you saying? Do you not love me anymore?" Instantly, her face softened and she reached to touch my cheek. "Of COURSE I love you. It's just..." She took a deep breath. "I need to remind myself not to expect things to be the same way they were before." "How were things before?" Vivienne looked at me frankly and said, "Things were about me." I arched an eyebrow. "About you?" She nodded. "Yesterday ... on the boat. It reminded me of being in Greece. There were four of us then, just like now. Aveline and I were your favorites. Or at least, we were the most willing. Lucette came around after a few days, and Cecile after that. But I never doubted that you felt very strongly for me. And I never doubted that I was the most important woman to you." I couldn't dispute that. It had lasted only a week, but it had been an incredible week. "Even when we came to America, it was just you, me, and Evie. We had our own little apartment in the city. I could walk every day in that beautiful Central Park. And I always knew that I was coming home to my loving boyfriend, and that he would want nothing more than to spend time with me." I sighed, realizing where this was going. "But not anymore. On the boat, it was Aveline and me in your room while Lucette and Cecile were next door. Here, Taylor and Cassandra get to share your bed each night. I am not even next door. I am downstairs and a kilometer away in a distant wing." "It's not a kilometer," I said defensively. "And we can move you and Evie upstairs now that Ashlyn and Charlotte are gone." She ignored me. "I feel like I love you more than ever, more than I even did in Greece. But you don't love me as much anymore. I am not the most important woman anymore. At best, I am third. And I am not used to that." I exhaled. "Vivienne. It's not that you're 'third'. I love you all, in very different ways. Taylor is my wife, yes. I've known her for almost fifteen years. You and I have known each other for what ... two-three months? You can't expect us to be as close in such a short amount of time." She sat up again, tightening her arms around her legs. She stared at her kneecaps for a moment, and then glanced back at me. "Do you love me?" "You know I do." "Do I?" "Of course I do." "Tohm Eriksen loves me. Jonathan Kwong ... I'm not so sure." "I'm still the same me. Whatever the name, I am the same man." "No, you are not." She put her head down, resting her cheek against her knees. "Things have changed. You do not love me the same way you did before." I exhaled. "This is what happens with love. You're still only 23, Vivienne." "I'm old enough to know what love is!" "I know, I know," I said quickly, holding my hands up defensively. "I didn't mean that. I just meant that I don't know how many long-term relationships you've been in. This is what always happens. There are a few months of whirlwind passion, lust, and excitement. But then you start to get used to one another, and-" "Are you saying you're becoming bored of me?" she interrupted. "No-no-no," I shook my head. "Is that why you're not spending as much time with me?" she kept going. "No," I stated firmly. "I'm not bored of you. And I realized we haven't spent as much time together. It has more to do with Taylor and Cassandra and what we've been through. Please understand. Taylor is still coming back from drug rehab and Cassandra-" "You don't have to finish that," Vivienne cut me off, closing her eyes and wincing. When one girl gets raped, every girl feels her pain. "I'm just trying to say that we're all trying to get used to each other again. Taylor and Cassandra, but also me and you and the way we are together. You're right: things are different than they were back on the yacht in Greece. But I'm still the same man, whatever the name. I love you. I'm attached to you. And I don't want to lose you. And I'm trying to make this work for both of us." Vivienne sighed again, biting her lower lip and looking away. "It does not matter." There was a note of finality in her voice that cut right through me. I was suddenly very, very scared. "Vivienne..." "It is what it is," she mumbled, more to herself than to me. "I cannot change it." "Vivienne, please." "I think it is time for me to go home," she said quietly, her voice breaking with the same fissures that cracked through my heart. "Don't say that." "I am sorry ... John." Her voice cracked even more as she spoke my real name. "I cannot keep doing this. I cannot pretend anymore that you are this fantasy man, this Tohm Eriksen. He does not exist." "I'm still me." "But you are no longer him. I love him. For weeks now, I have tried to see him in you. But things have been different ever since we returned to this house." She sighed. "You are not as intimate with me as you once were." "This is because I wouldn't cum inside you, isn't it?" She squeezed a tear from her eye and turned her head away, resting her opposite cheek on her knees. I got up from behind her, swinging my leg over and circling around so I could straddle the chair again, this time facing her. Vivienne still would not look at me, but I reached to her cheek and brushed it gently. "That was a pregnancy issue. I told you we weren't ready." She shook her head. "It was more than that." "No it isn't. From now on, things will be back to normal. As long as you keep taking your pills, I will trust you on that. Taylor and I have this 'List'. It has the only girls that I trust enough to cum inside of. She asked me if you were on it, and I know the answer. It's YES!" I panted quickly, scarcely believing I was saying this. But I didn't want to stop and overanalyze things any further. I didn't want to lose Vivienne, and if cumming inside her was the difference between her staying and leaving, I would easily give her that level of intimacy, whatever the consequences. She shook her head. "You will still leave me at night to be with your wife." "That can change." I reached forward, rubbing her legs urgently as if I could communicate my love through the simple touch. "Please. I will share myself with you completely." "It is too late." I pleaded with my eyes. "It's NEVER too late." Vivienne blinked a few times. She stared off for a few seconds, clearly thinking, before picking her head up and looking right at me. Her lower lip was quivering and her lips were pursed. And then all of a sudden, she split her legs to the sides, lunged across the lounge chair, and grabbed my head. At first, the kiss was fierce as she tried to devour my mouth all at once. She cried into my mouth, a choking cry of desperate love. But almost immediately, she slowed down into a sweet kiss more of fondness than passion. She hummed into the liplock, a riot of emotions running through her at a moment like this. And then she pulled back, staring at me with those big, soft brown doe eyes. "Je t'aime, mon amour," she murmured. "I love you, too," I replied warmly. Immediately, she recoiled away from me, her eyes going wide and a hand coming up to cover her mouth. Really, Vivienne looked as astonished as if I'd just slapped her. And shaking her head, she quickly got off the chair. "Vivienne, wait!" I warbled, wondering what had just gone wrong. Looking back, she quivered and then started crying again. Biting her lip, she whimpered in a broken voice, "You said it in English." And then she turned and ran back into the house. ------- -- QUEENS, NEW YORK -- I still remembered the first time Vivienne was supposed to leave. She was absolutely hysterical, first refusing to get into the Mercedes GL and then having no choice but to follow me when I jumped into the SUV. She then spent the entire 45-minute trip trying to talk me into changing my mind, whimpering and sobbing all the while. This time, she stonily sat across from me in the helicopter, staring out the window and holding Aveline's hand for the flight to JFK International Airport. The tension filling the cabin was palpable, an awkward silence that wouldn't go away. Cecile and Aveline both tried to break the ice, thanking me and Evania for the trip to America, however brief. But all we could manage were trite replies, and we fell into the awkward silence once again. For thirty minutes, I ached inside. My brain tried to tell me that this was for the best: that Vivienne was never meant to be with me forever. She was right about one thing: she belonged to Tom Eriksen. And I wasn't him anymore. But it still hurt to lose her. As it turned out, I wasn't the only one thinking of that trip to the Athens airport. After thirty minutes of the cold shoulder treatment, Vivienne spoke. "You warned me. You said this would happen." Aveline sat up and queried her friend. None of us knew exactly to whom Vivienne was speaking. So she turned and stared straight at me. Her eyes were red and puffy. And her tongue was thick as she sighed, "You warned me that I should not come with you to America. You knew then that it would not work out between us." I blinked and sighed in resignation. "I'm sorry." She shook her head. "It is not your fault. The fault is mine." "Vivienne, no..." She shook her head more emphatically. "I forced you to bring me." "I don't regret bringing you." She went quiet at that for a few seconds, and her face softened. She actually managed a small smile, but then her earlier melancholy settled upon her once again. "You told me you had this other life to return to. You told me you had a wife, a family, another name. I didn't listen." I pursed my lips. There wasn't anything I could really say to that. She exhaled and looked around the helicopter for a moment. "I wish I could stay." I seized on that and leaned forward. "You still can." This time, she gave me a wan smile and shook her head. "I cannot. We both know it." I deflated, feeling my shoulders sink back down. "Ashlyn told me it would be this way." I picked my head up. "Ashlyn?" Vivienne nodded. "I spoke with her at your daughter's birthday party, remember?" I'd forgotten. But now that she mentioned it, I did remember Vivienne coming by to steal my ex-girlfriend away for a private moment. "She told me that you have room in your life for a girlfriend. It would be a wonderful life, with clothes and food and travel enough to make many girls very happy." "Oui-oui!" Aveline couldn't help chirping, flashing me a twinkling smile. Vivienne patted her friend's hand, getting her to settle down. "Désolé," she apologized to her friend. "I am making your vacation short." Aveline just smiled and shook her head. "I am happy to bring my best friend home." Vivienne sighed and returned her attention back to me. "Ashlyn told me there would even be love, a very special love. But she also warned that Taylor and Cassandra would always come first. And she told me I would have to decide if that would be enough." I grimaced and looked down. For Ashlyn, it had NOT been enough. For all the happiness and luxury she could have had living with me, she'd ultimately chosen to move out and find someone who could make HER number one. And apparently, Vivienne was deciding the same. "I was going to talk to you then, as soon as we returned to the house. But you had your surprise for me..." Vivienne gestured to her friends " ... and I sort of forgot." I sighed. "At least it gave me a few more days with you." She nodded. "Days I do not regret." I sighed, staring at my girlfriend's (ex-girlfriend's?) radiant face and spectacular body. I still remembered our last moment of intimacy together, with her pleading for me to cum inside her. I hated to end things like that. I wished we could have another chance. And in desperation, I asked, "Perhaps I could talk you into staying for a few more days you would not regret?" Vivienne chuckled and shook her head. Fresh tears were in her eyes, and she stared back out the window. "You tempt me too much." She wanted to stay. I wanted her to stay. But we both knew it was best that she leave now. So I sighed and willed myself to let her go. "Tom Eriksen will always love you, Vivienne." Now the tears rolled down her cheeks. As Vivienne began to cry, she looked out the window and leaned her head back against the seat. And in a voice so soft I could barely hear her, she whispered, "Et je t'aimerai toujours." She would always love him. Things went silent once again. Evania squeezed my arm. Aveline patted Vivienne's shoulder. And the helicopter banked as we prepared to land at the airport. But then Cecile piped up, asking, "Who is this 'Ashlyn'?" Aveline sat up and nodded her own curiosity. And Vivienne turned to look at her friends, barking a short laugh and shaking her head. She rattled off a rapid burst of French so fast that I could barely make a word out. I got "ex-girlfriend" and "mother" and "Josephine", Joey's full first name. But then Vivienne also stated the full name "Ashlyn Scott" along with the brands "Christian Dior" and "Chanel". And all of a sudden both Aveline and Cecile were gawking at me with wide eyes and gaping mouths. I sighed and shook my head. "Jonathan Kwong lives in a different world." ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- Within the comfort of the Master Bedroom, I stood at my favorite floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the ocean. The sun was ascending high into the morning sky, on a day just like yesterday. And I watched the glittering reflection of light playing out over the waves far below. A little closer was the neatly landscaped and paved area of my backyard. The curvy, organically shaped pool with an infinity-edge spread out in front of me. And just beyond it was a set of lounge chairs that still pointed oceanward. 24 hours ago, I'd sat on one of those chairs with Vivienne, talking about the end of our relationship. Even though she had never seemed to truly "fit" in this house, I felt a cavernous emptiness now that she was gone. We had shared something really special. But that was a different life. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands sliding around my chest, and a warm body dominated by two large breasts pressing against my back. "You miss her, don't you?" Taylor said softly. I reached my hand up to cover my wife's as she interlaced her fingers over my breastbone. And I sighed with a cynical tone. "I miss each of them every time this happens. Nicole, Kaitlyn, Kate ... Ashlyn. But that's just the point isn't it? Vivienne was just the latest in a line of girlfriends. There will be others." "Now, now," Taylor scolded lightly. "I know you're hurting, but don't try to cheapen what you two had as a defense mechanism. Vivienne never would have lasted here forever, but that doesn't make what you shared any less meaningful." I simply took another deep breath. That was the key: to keep breathing. In. Out. In. Out. And my life would go on. I patted Taylor's hand and then spun slowly, keeping her arms around me so that we immediately went into a hug. My wife turned and laid her cheek against my chest as I bent my head over her shoulder. And I squeezed her tightly, reveling in the warm rush of contentedness a simple hug with Taylor could bring me. "I guess it's time to move on," I muttered. Taylor nodded silently, her cheek rubbing against my shirt. "First, we've got to decide what to do with ourselves. No more JKE. No more modeling. I was thinking-" [flash] I was interrupted by a sparkle of light coming from the backyard. It wasn't blinding, but it was noticeable enough to draw both Taylor's and my attention. And then the two of us were staring in horror at the man standing next to the pool, carrying an array of photography equipment around his neck and shoulders. In his hands was a big black digital camera with a massive zoom lens mounted to the front. The sunlight must have reflected off one of his lenses and right at our window. And as Taylor and I gaped at him, he stealthily crept forward toward the house. The windows here were mirrored to the outside. It was especially important that my bedroom and other sensitive areas were impervious to outside cameras, no matter what other security we had in place. So unable to get a good shot from the backyard, the paparazzi photographer seemed to be looking around for the nearest entrance. If he gets inside the house... I darted across the room to the communications console, jabbed a button, and barked: "Security! Intruder by the backyard pool!" I didn't stick around to hear their response. I marched out of my bedroom and went to the top of the stairs. "Johnny!" Taylor yelled behind me, back in the bedroom. "He's going for the foyer doors!" Fuck this, I growled to myself. I literally ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time in my haste. From inside the Grand Foyer, I saw him approaching the main double doors. And I sprinted across the room to meet him there. Like a soldier invading a house, he entered with his weapon at eye-level, quickly scanning the room. He saw me running at him, and instinctively his finger depressed the trigger. But fortunately for me, this invader wielded a camera and not a gun. He squeezed off three rapidly-shot rounds of my crazed face coming at him. But then I was immediately in front of him, wrenching the large tube away from my face and jerking it hard enough to rip the whole camera from his hands. The camera strap around the stalkerazzi's neck momentarily saved the camera itself. The momentum of it flying away jerked him to the side, just in time for me to drive my knee into his midsection. He doubled over in pain, and I took the opportunity to grab the strap off the back of his neck, ripping the whole camera away from his body and then smashing the entire contraption onto the hard marble floor. The camera broke into pieces with a satisfyingly loud cracking sound. "Fuck, man!" he wheezed, still breathless from my kneeing him in the stomach. "That thing was expensive!" I ignored him, yelling at the top of my lungs, "Security! Intruder! I think he's got a gun!" The man's eyes went really, really wide. He immediately raised his hands defensively, as if only now realizing what kind of shit he'd put himself into. I heard the bootsteps rounding the corner. And with a little smirk, I simply backed away just in time for the security officer to leave his feet and tackle the poor bastard to the marble floor with all the force of an NFL linebacker. The groan that subsequently came from beneath my security officer's heavy weight was quiet, and quite clearly in a lot of pain. "Owwww..." A second officer turned the corner, slowing up when he saw that the situation had been resolved. I pointed my finger thickly at him, as if holding him personally responsible for the breach. And I stated clearly, "I want every single piece of equipment he has with him destroyed. EVERYTHING." "Yes, sir." And then I turned and went back up the stairs to my wife. ------- Cassandra came through the door a minute after I rejoined Taylor in the Master Suite. I opened my arms to her, and Cassandra quickly came to my side and joined us on the couch in a group hug. Feeling much more relieved, I reclined against the backrest, sighing wearily. "Anybody feel like packing up and moving someplace more remote?" I asked aloud, my eyes closed while I rubbed my temples. "I'm thinking about buying an island where no paparazzi can come anywhere NEAR me." Taylor shrugged helplessly, but Cassandra burrowed herself into my embrace. She put her forehead on my shoulder and whispered, "I'll go with you wherever you want. You're never leaving me behind again." I immediately turned and pecked her forehead. It was still very strange to me, to have Cassandra so ... affectionate. I was too used to her being in the background, being the pillar of strength who had my back. But that's not to say I didn't like the change. Indeed, I'd long felt guilty about our relationship, feeling like I was getting all the good without having to deal with the bad. And rather than feel put upon, I relished this chance to be HER source of strength. Taylor touched my arm, drawing my attention. She leaned in and kissed me, then stroked my cheek with her fingertips. A moment later, she traced her own cheek, the one with the skin pebbled and ridged from her scar. And she sighed, shaking her head. "There's nothing tying me down to New York anymore. No more modeling contracts. No more fashion deals. I wouldn't mind a change of scenery, either." Slowly, I nodded my head. Evania certainly wasn't attached to any place in particular, and I knew she'd follow me anywhere. Hey, maybe Jeff Lee could design me another mansion in some out of the way location. I certainly loved my current one, but I'd had a few new ideas in the past few years, some redesigns that I wouldn't have thought of before. For example, replacing the stairs with motion-activated escalators sounded lazy, but fun. Still, was I really ready to bury my head in the sand and run away from my life again? I'd enjoyed my time living as Tom Eriksen, traipsing from place to place, but that had proved to not be a permanent life for me. So I lay my head further back until it was resting atop the backrest and I was staring up at the ceiling. My breathing slowed, and Taylor touched my arm again. "What are you thinking?" I took a deep breath, still staring upwards, and finally said, "I'm thinking of going outside." "Really?" she asked in a surprised voice. "Mmm-hmm." Cassandra followed. "'Going outside' as in ... walking up to some paparazzi and letting them take your picture?" "Our picture. All of us. Even Evania." "Seriously?" I nodded. "Yeah. Like ... just walk out there and own it, the way we used to. For years they've been after us. For years, we were able to just stop and pose and let them have a few good shots. We were comfortable with it, and after a minute, they would leave us alone." "That was a long time ago," Taylor murmured. I sighed. It was our lives until JJ died. Only then did we become recluses. None of us wanted the bright spotlight on our grief. It was so painful that I literally changed my face and changed my name to get away. But that was then... "I'm Jonathan Kwong again. Tom Eriksen is no more, gone off with Vivienne back to France. Stalkerazzi are part and parcel of being rich and famous." "It doesn't have to be," Taylor reasoned. "Two minutes ago you talked about buying a private island so you could just disappear away from it all." I exhaled again. "Two minutes ago, I was still thinking like Tom Eriksen." "Excuse me?" I took a deep breath and sat up straight. Taylor and Cassandra let me up, sliding to the sides to give me a little room. I patted their legs, then momentarily let my hands slide up their ribcages before first brushing against one of Taylor's tits and then Cassandra's as well. Both women chuckled. And then I stared into my wife's eyes and stated. "I love you." Taylor looked at me, a little perplexed. "I love you, too." I then turned to Cassandra, consciously looking at her face and then down to her belly, rubbing it lovingly. "I love you." Cassandra gave me a warm smile and nodded. "I love you, too." Turning to Taylor again, I sighed. "I have you back. That's all I really wanted. I became Tom Eriksen because I couldn't have you, and it was killing me inside." My lips quivered and I felt myself choking up. "But now I have you back, and I don't want to lose you again." "Oh, Johnny..." she soothed, touching my face. "You'll always have me, whether it's here or back home or off on some private island. Always. I'm never leaving you again." "Promise?" Taylor blushed, then bent down and kissed the tip of my nose. "I promise." She then sat up and sighed. "Besides, it's not like I have anywhere else I can go, now that I've got this thing on my face." She brushed her cheek, touching the scar. "Don't say that. Not again," I stated with a frown. The irrevocable disfiguration to her former beauty had been one of the key reasons for Taylor's depression before, and I didn't like to hear her falling back on the same self-loathing. Taylor sighed and looked away from me. She then turned and looked out the window. "I don't want to go out there again, not in public. Remote places like South Dakota and Idaho were one thing, but Manhattan? Your private island idea sounded pretty good, actually." "Because of your face?" She sighed and continued staring. I realized that the window she was looking at faced back to the backyard, where the paparazzi had suddenly appeared. "My whole life, I loved cameras. When I was four, I used to make my mom take a million pictures of me, just so I could be the center of attention." I watched the moisture forming in Taylor's stormy blue eyes. She'd been very close to her mother, but lost her to cancer just after college. I reached up and brushed her bangs back again, which had fallen over her eyes. "I remember the photos," I murmured. Indeed, Taylor and I used to go through our childhood photo albums together, just for fun. Taylor exhaled wearily and shook her head. "Now ... I can't imagine letting anybody take a picture of me without wondering how much of this scar is in the shot." I thought about that for a moment. It would be easier, wouldn't it? To just get away from it all? It wasn't like I needed to be in the office at JKE anymore. Taylor wasn't modeling anymore. And Cassandra's "job" only required her to be wherever I was. There was nothing tying us down to any one particular location. Even if I didn't buy a private island, there was nothing stopping me from picking all of us up and parking us somewhere away from all the tabloids. I could move to Europe, for example. Evania certainly knew her way around, and would probably be even more useful as an assistant there than here. The people there had already proven they didn't really care who I was. Jonathan Kwong was an American billionaire. The Europeans had their own rock star celebrities to fawn over. I could move us to Asia. My mom had family in Hong Kong. All the technological conveniences I could want were in Japan. Or we could even go to Australia, and let Cassandra rediscover her homeland. Okay, there was ONE special thing holding me to New York: Joey. Kids were resilient and could handle a move, but Ashlyn was still modeling and my little girl had already made friends in the building. But then that's what planes were for. If I really worked at it, and stopped taking the Gulfstream in, I could still visit pretty frequently. We could disappear, as a family. "Or we can stop being scared." "Huh?" Taylor gave me a confused look. It took me a moment to realize I'd said that last part out loud. I took a deep breath, and looked up at my wife. I reached up and held both hands beneath her jaw before moving my right hand up and gliding my fingertips across her scar. And then a confident smile crossed my face. "C'mon, babe. This is you ... and this is me. Shit has happened. Between the money, the drugs, Cassandra's kidnapping, and even our son... Serious shit has already happened. But we're still here. We still have each other. These things could have broken us ... and maybe for a while, they did. But we're back, aren't we?" She blinked, staring down at me. It was clear she wasn't completely following, but she nodded and said, "I'm with you." "I'm with you, too," Cassandra chimed in. I reached my arm out to her and pulled her in with us. "Yeah, it'd be nice to disappear and just get away from it all," I conceded. "It's not like we can't afford to do it..." "I sense a 'but' coming," Cassandra commented. "But ... Are you really sure you'd want to do something like that? I mean, you both know I love beach weather. But are you really ready to isolate yourself on some private island? I brought it up because I want to get away from the stalkerazzi. But really, are we ready to let them cramp our lifestyle like that? No more going into the city and shopping? No more trips to museums or other landmarks where they might find us. No more ... golfing?" "YOU'RE the only one who likes golfing," Taylor teased. "Cassandra's even better than me," I drawled. Cassandra just laughed. "The fact is: I don't want to let THEM decide how I'm going to live my life," I insisted. "I've spent the past five years doing whatever the hell I wanted whenever I wanted. Am I going to suddenly become a hermit just so I can ensure nobody takes my picture? I'm not ready give up things I like just to get some privacy." Taylor bit her lip, looking thoughtful. "And then there's you," I said, turning back to Cassandra. "I made a commitment to you, to be your husband, your partner in this life. That means becoming my equal, by my side, and not keeping you in the background as my assistant." Cassandra gawked. "Uh, I rather LIKED being out of the spotlight." I smiled. "Maybe. And I know we've talked about you keeping some of your job duties. But I don't want to hold back in public any longer. I LOVE you, Cassandra. And I don't care if anybody knows about it. Hopefully, we're going to have a BABY together soon. I don't want to have to pretend that I'm not madly in love with you when we're out and about. I don't want to have to hold myself back from grabbing you and shoving my tongue down your throat whenever I feel like it, just because somebody might take our picture." Cassandra blushed pink and seemed a little embarrassed. Free or not, she might not want that kind of exposure. But she nodded and seemed at least open to the idea of taking our relationship public. "I love you, Jonathan. For the first time, I'm letting go of my inhibitions and letting myself love you. I guess being willing to show that love for you in public is part of that." I nodded. "Look. We all get annoyed by the paparazzi. But I think I'm willing to deal with them, the same way we used to, as a necessary evil to enjoy my life the way I want. Aren't you?" "I..." Taylor began with a wince and glanced away from me. Her hand was on her scar again. "I don't know. Johnny, this scar is just so ugly and-" "We're not afraid of them," I intoned, trying to convince her. "You're my Taylor. You're the most badass chick I've ever known. And I'm John Billionaire. Shit happens, but we get through it." I stared hard into my wife's eyes, willing her to understand. She stared back at me, a confused look on her face as she processed what I was saying. But a moment later, that confused look turned into a sly grin. "Johnny, are you telling me to cowboy up?" I chuckled, thinking of all the times Taylor had told me to cowboy up and act like a man instead of hiding, sulking, or otherwise wallowing in self-flagellating introspection. "I guess I am. The scar is part of who you are. I still love you. And I don't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks." The grin spread across Taylor's face, and she quickly bent back down and kissed me. It was a quick kiss, but firm and passionate for the two seconds it lasted. And then she sat back up with a more confident smile on her face. There was the Taylor I knew. She grinned and stared across at Cassandra. Something communicated between the two of them without words. And then Taylor turned to me with a confident grin. "Let's do it." ------- -- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- "Everybody ready?" I asked, checking my own reflection in one of the limo's side-panel mirrors. I'd shaven off the goatee some time ago. Taylor said it tickled her when I was eating her out. But she liked the blonde-frosted tips of my hair, saying it reminded her of when we were in college, so those had stayed. Around me, the three women nodded. Taylor smiled, quelling any of her fears and summoning all of the superior self-confidence of one completely at ease being in the limelight. Cassandra was a little more nervous, a trait I still had to get used to after all those years seeing her be more self-assured than even Taylor. I reached out and squeezed her hand, and the radiant smile she gave me was accompanied by a deep breath that similarly gave my assistant her sense of poise back. And Evania simply smiled, appearing fully comfortable. I'd made my decision, and that was all my loyal valet needed. The instant my door opened, the flashes strobed so fast I was blinded by the wall of white light. Though it was ostensibly Evania's job now, Cassandra had made the call to our favorite restaurant in the city. I imagine it took less than four seconds for the Maître d' to call his media contacts with the scoop after Cassandra Cooper had called for dinner reservations. She had given away nothing except that we needed a table for four. But the world had gone so long without Jonathan Kwong making a public appearance that we must have set a record for the number of paparazzi hanging around a street corner. I went out first. It seemed impossible, but the strobing lights got even MORE intense. I did my best to stare without blinking, just putting on my best smile and facing the gallery with every shred of self-confidence I had. I was Jonathan Kwong, Billionaire. I was Master of my world. There were shouted questions, presumably about where I'd been all this time and what was going on in my life. But there were so many people yelling at once, any individual words were drowned out in a cacophony of noise, deafening to behold. Taylor came out next. I took her into my left arm, letting her cuddle up against my side. Attired in a stunning violet evening gown that showed off her absolutely perfect figure, she posed coyly for maximum sex appeal. At the same time, she stood fully erect, proudly carrying her 5'10" height and settling into the imperial demeanor of a gorgeous supermodel fully aware of her beauty, scar be damned. The yelled questions got even louder, but still nothing specific came through. Cassandra was next. Instead of remaining behind me and Taylor, as she would have typically done on such a public outing, I brought her into my right arm. She stood a few inches above me because of her heels, dressed to kill in a white gown that flowed over her supple curves and enhanced her bombshell beauty. My hand went around her waist, pulling her to me. And without any hesitation, she tilted her head to mine and met me for a very firm, very intense, and very public kiss. The lightstorm managed to get even MORE intense for a few seconds before fading as if some cameras simply overloaded and stopped functioning. The yelps for attention got a little louder, with individual cries of "Cassandra!" getting through. And then Evania finally emerged, quite pretty in a green dress with her dark ringlets of hair done up for an evening out. Unlike the others, though, she remained behind. At Cassandra's suggestion, she wore a bluetooth earpiece and held a portfolio against her chest. Attention briefly went to her, and stayed there as she was an unknown face. But a few seconds later, the floodlight focus came back to me and my two wives. At last, I took a step forward and held up both my hands. The flashbulbs increased, but after a few seconds of me gesturing for things to quiet down, they actually did. The photogs seemed to realize I had something to say. And when the noise level dropped low enough for me to be heard, I stated quite proudly, "Jonathan Kwong is back. You tell them I said they could print that." ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- "Happy birthday, Johnny." Kaitlyn Reynolds kissed my cheek tenderly, lingering for a few extra seconds before pulling back. I let her out of my arms and then caught notice of an extra sparkle coming from her left hand, something I soon realized sparkled because the overhead lights were hitting a bigass rock on her finger at just the right angle. "Holy crap!" Taylor blurted, beating me to it. Immediately, my wife darted forward and grabbed up her young friend's hand, zeroing in on the fat diamond perched upon the fourth finger. Kaitlyn giggled beautifully, letting her wrist go limp so that Taylor could twist her hand left and right while examining the ring from all angles. I just turned and looked at Jeff. My best friend couldn't be smiling any wider, and I immediately stepped over to him with a hand outstretched. "Congratulations, man." Jeff beamed and shook my hand vigorously. "Thanks." "When did you pop the question?" "Last night, actually. Kaitlyn wanted to wait and surprise you guys with the news tonight. She could barely keep it in." I grinned. "Oh, I'm sure you found a way for her to work off all that nervous energy." Jeff smirked and wriggled his hips, as if sore and a little uncomfortable in the groin area. "Let's just say she found a way to express her happiness last night." "I'll bet." "Oh, and now I can finally ask you for advice on where to travel in the Mediterranean. Kaitlyn cut me off last time, not wanting to spoil the surprise. Then again, even SHE didn't know I was planning for it to be a honeymoon." "Well," I grinned. "You definitely have to start at-" "'Scuse me," Taylor interrupted. She had scurried over and unceremoniously grabbed Jeff, yanking him into a big hug. She then pulled him away, gushing all the while about how thrilled she was for the two of them. My wife had been instrumental in getting the young pair together, and I knew Taylor felt both relief and a sense of accomplishment that their relationship had progressed to this point. Meanwhile, Cassandra stepped up beside me. "I saw it first," she murmured with a touch of pride in her voice. "Back when they first walked into the room." "I'll bet you did," I murmured just as quietly. My ever-observant personal assistant never missed a thing. She wasn't usually so verbally arrogant about it, though, and I rather enjoyed that she was loosening up enough to make such a remark around me. Still, I didn't mind asserting myself over her. So after sliding myself right up next to her, close enough so that our arms were touching, I stated quietly but firmly, "Miss Cooper." She stiffened immediately, old assistant habits pushing her into readiness. "Yes, sir," she responded. "Give me your panties." She hesitated. "Here?" "Now." A small smile crossed Cassandra's face. "Yes, sir." Never mind that we were in the middle of the house's living room, in full view of a dozen people. She bent slightly and reached beneath her long blue and white dress, sliding down the white thong she wore beneath it. After stepping out of the flimsy white cloth and handing it over to me, she straightened and fought to keep the pink blush from rising into her cheeks. I grinned and pocketed Cassandra's panties, then slid my hand down her lower back, cupping her ass and pressing gently into her crack. And then with the intent of only teasing the gorgeous blonde, I quickly stepped away and returned to continue congratulating Jeff and Kaitlyn. In the old days, Cassandra would have melted into the background once again, leaving me to continue socializing. But those were the old days. Tonight, I soon felt a tug on my arm as Cassandra took my elbow and slid in. "Congratulations, Kaitlyn ... Jeff," she said with a warm smile. "But I'm sorry; I need to borrow Jonathan for a few minutes." The happy couple beamed and simply nodded. Taylor, on the other hand, noticed the gleam in my assistant's eye and arched her eyebrow. But nothing else was said as Cassandra pulled me away from the little group and led me at a brisk walk toward the nearest exit. Along the way, we spied Evania giving some directions to one of the maids who was carrying a serving tray of champagne glasses. Cassandra didn't slow down at all as she merely called, "Evania! Follow me!" My valet turned in surprise but quickly bowed her head. "Yes, ma'am," she replied at once, and then hurried after us. Two minutes later, I found myself parked on the couch in my own home office while Cassandra stood directly in front of me, fire in her eyes. She pointed at my pants and ordered, "Suck him and get him ready." "Yes, ma'am," Evania replied with a smile, then knelt and went to work at my belt. Meanwhile, Cassandra pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down, revealing her massive cleavage supported by a white lace bra. "What about my birthday party?" I queried with innocent eyes. "It can wait, Jonathan," Cassandra growled with a predatory grin. "Right now, you're mine." ------- Gripping her hips so tightly my knuckles turned white, I held myself as far deep as I could go, groaning as I felt my cockhead expand and then belch out a great burst of semen straight into the back of Cassandra's womb. Her legs, wrapped tightly around my waist, quivered as she strained to hold me inside her. And I rubbed her thighs as I relaxed and felt the rest of my cum flow out of me. Lying flat on her back across the big desk, Cassandra groaned and let her arms and legs go limp. As her crossed ankles dropped down my ass, I reached back and spread her thighs so that I could back away, momentarily stepping on some folder or another. The folder wasn't the only one on the floor. Papers and a destroyed computer monitor littered the rug beneath us, sent there when I'd casually swept the desktop clean to make room for my blonde bombshell. Indeed, much of the office was overturned in our enthusiasm. The ottoman was on its side after my overaggressive doggy-style with Evania had tipped it over. The couch was missing a couple of cushions from when we'd tumbled into a threesome on the floor. And a torchiere had fallen, the glass reflector bowl in six pieces on the hardwood floor. Somehow, Cassandra's dress had remained intact. She still wore it, albeit with the straps pulled down and her breasts exposed, my saliva marks all over her nipples. The hem had also been pulled up to reveal her bare muff, now oozing my cream. But that view was blocked as a buck naked Evania knelt in place and began tonguing up the leftovers. And as I watched, I felt a new stirring in my loins as I deduced that I would start getting hard for round 2. Actually, I had deduced wrong. I looked down and realized that my cock was still rock hard, having never gone down. It had become a little numb after my ejaculation, and the fresh stirring was that of sensation returning to my turgid lump of meat. But still, I had figured I would have gotten a little soft after that little tour around my office. "Cassandra, did you have something to do with this?" I asked, pointing at my diamond-hard prick. My wiped out assistant smiled as she looked over, but shook her head. "Don't look at me. Taylor's the one with connections to controlled substances." "But you girls DID slip me some controlled substance, didn't you?" Cassandra's smile got even bigger. "Happy birthday, Jonathan." She then sat up and tapped Evania's head, pointing to the door. "Show him to his next appointment." "Yes, ma'am," Evania replied neatly, bowing her head. My valet then stood up and went to the closet, returning with a plush red robe. With a little smile, she merely stepped behind me and put it on me. And without another word, she took my hand and led me to the door. "Next appointment?" I queried back at Cassandra, who by now had propped herself up on her elbows, smiling over at me. "You'll see." ------- The door opened and a blast from my past was waiting on the other side. She was tall for an Asian woman, ideally slender with an above-average bustline. Her jet black hair was in an updo, showing off her graceful neck. Posing in a slinky purple dress that was cut high on her chest and even higher up her legs, Mia Cheng's eyes danced as she immediately took in my disheveled appearance and locked onto the pole making a tent out of my robe. "Mia!" I enthused, a broad smile spreading across my face as I recognized my former interior designer and one-time guest. "Happy Birthday, John," the 25-year-old babe drawled in her fabulous Hong Kong accent. She stepped forward, letting me enfold her in a hug. She squeezed me back and immediately elevated on her toes to kiss my cheek. "What are you doing here?" "Shouldn't that be obvious? Or did Cassandra and your new assistant scramble your brains?" I chuckled and patted her drumtight ass. The willowy Chinese girl definitely had ABD: Asian Booty Disease, which meant that she had an almost flat butt that let me get really deep whenever I was pounding her from behind. "But Seattle? Your boyfriend?" She shrugged. "The boyfriend is casual. And I couldn't pass up Taylor's invitation to visit. Besides ... I missed you." The last part was directed to my cock, with Mia staring downward and actually patting the iron bar trying to get out of my robe. I grinned. "I think I'm beginning to understand the structure of this party." "Mmm ... perhaps not yet," Mia murmured cryptically while taking me by the hand and leading me down the hallway. I wondered about that as we left the West Wing and headed for the Common Areas. The hallways were empty, although I heard noises coming back from the formal living room where my "official" birthday party was still underway. But instead of heading in that direction, Mia took me deeper into the mansion. And the next thing I knew, we had arrived at the private gym. Mia opened the door, ushering me inside. And seated on the incline bench wearing nothing but a sports bra, fingerless workout gloves, and a decidedly sheer thong, was Rebecca Raymonde. My longtime personal trainer stretched her arms above her, where she held a bench press bar with some light weights high above her head. Grinning, she set it down on the rack behind her, sweating lightly. She then immediately reached down and ripped off the moist sports bra, freeing her impossibly round silicone- enhanced tits. Standing up, she flicked her long, braided ponytail off her shoulder. And finally the well-toned brunette scolded with a smirk, "You've gone long enough without a proper workout, John." "Uh, I'm a little tired after, ah ... Cassandra and Evie," I stammered, staring at the heavy iron weights. Rebecca glanced at Mia and grinned. "That's okay. You just sit on the bench and we'll do all the working out." ------- I was a limp sack of expended fluids by the time my balls squeezed their last, pushing a final glob of jizz up my cockshaft to become embedded in the soft lining of Rebecca's bowels. Every muscle in my body then relaxed, and I sagged wearily into the exercise mat beneath my back. Actually, every muscle but one relaxed. My dick was still unbelievably rock hard. Unfortunately, Rebecca then relaxed as well. She'd been doing something of a crab walk, holding herself up on all fours while facing the ceiling, flexing muscles I didn't know she had to elevate and lower her asshole up and down my cock. Now, her weight collapsed right onto my chest, driving my dick even further up her anal chute. Making matters worse, Mia had been on top of Rebecca, in a sixty-nine position so that the three of us had formed a triple-stack of sex. And now both women's bodies were crushing my lungs. Buried beneath two happily-fucked naked women: Oh, what a way to go. I wasn't really in any danger. The two sweaty babes rolled off me. To my left, Rebecca panted and then wiped up the trail of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. I hadn't spurted in her mouth at all; that had been cum she'd sucked out of Mia's pussy after our first round. Yes, I'd come three times by now, and STILL my dick wouldn't go down. "Come on." Mia tugged at my right hand, slowly getting to her knees. "We've gotta get you in the locker room for a shower and your next appointment. "You've gotta be kidding me." Mia shook her head. "It's after nine o'clock now. You spent too much time drilling Rebecca over the medicine ball." "YOU spent too much time screwing him while hanging from the chin-up bar," Rebecca retorted. Mia laughed. "We're running behind schedule." "To get me back to my party?" Rebecca chuckled. "Silly John. This IS your party." ------- The girls led me to the big co-ed locker room, where I expected a shower and a chance to breathe before my next "appointment". As it turned out, my next appointments were waiting for me. "Hi, John!" Maile Lindqvist chirped, already naked beneath the shower spray. "Hi, John!" Milena Kvitiva giggled, also naked and rubbing herself up behind Maile. "Hiiii, John," Stephanie Selsett drawled, sitting naked and dripping wet on the center bench. "Hey M&M. Hey Steph," I sighed, unable to resist ogling their wet, naked bodies despite my weariness. All three were smokingly hot models, with figures men drooled over and faces to be fantasized about. "Don't mind us," Rebecca offered. "We're just going to clean up and get out of your way," Mia finished. Well, at least I wouldn't have to satisfy FIVE women at once. ------- Two ejaculations later, M&M walked me out of the locker room between them, each holding one of my hands while Stephanie trailed behind. I would have thought I'd be more tired, but the shower had been quite refreshing and I felt a chemical buzz keeping my muscles from stiffening up. But nothing woke me up more than the sight of the most smolderingly beautiful redhead I'd ever seen. She leaned against the hallway wall, both hands against it with her head turned to me as if she were shooting a fashion magazine. Her glittering green dress, with a single strap over her right shoulder, accentuated all of her curves in just the right way, showing off what some still considered to be the most desirable body in the world, mother or not. I'd seen her just a week ago, and figured that she would probably come here for this event, but not quite like this. "Hi, Johnny," Ashlyn purred alluringly, stepping away from the wall and sauntering up to me, crossing her feet as if on the runway to make her hips sway. She was so sexy that I would have gotten a fresh erection even without Taylor's little concoction. M&M just giggled and gave me twin kisses to each of my cheeks before turning and walking away. Stephanie patted my ass and mimed a telephone to her ear, mouthing "Call me". And then I was left alone with my gorgeous ex-girlfriend. "How's Joey?" I asked. "Asleep. You'll get to see her in the morning." I nodded, and Ashlyn stepped up to me, holding my head next to hers and tipping it down so that I got a noseful of her intoxicating scent. Despite the rather complicated history between us, there was nothing simpler than the raw lust we'd always had for each other. And I felt my hands already sliding around her waist to hold her tight without any intention of ever letting go. "Happy birthday," she husked suggestively before nibbling on my ear. "Seriously?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Ashlyn turned her face to mine, a sparkle in her eye. "Why not? I'm a single girl, just as horny as the next one. We may not be meant to be together for all eternity, you and me. But as long as I'm ... unattached ... you don't mind helping a girl scratch an itch, do you?" I grinned and reached down, palming the firm globe off Ashlyn's buttcheek. And squeezing it firmly, I growled like a caveman, "MY ass." Ashlyn's eyes glittered. "ALL yours tonight." "Lead the way." She did. Right next to the wall Ashlyn had been leaning against was an unassuming door, plain and looking like any other storage closet. But it actually led to one of the few stairwells leading down into the mansion's basement, and more specifically, to Taylor's and Charlotte's old Dungeon. I was surprised that Ashlyn might lead me here. She had never been the submissive type, too strong-willed for that. But I kept my mouth shut as she opened the Medieval-looking wooden door, and then I nodded to myself. Of course: I'd been double or triple-teamed every other time. Charlotte already laid face-up on the long platform. Her hands were cuffed and pulled back behind her head by steel chains wrapped around a wicked-looking winch. Her nipples were clamped with alligator clips and attached to a string long enough for Ashlyn to grasp and tug on. And her eyes were covered with a thick, black cloth, so that she moaned blindly at the ceiling while a vibrator hummed away loudly up inside her pussy. I went straight to Charlotte, pulling away the blindfold and then smiling down at her. She smiled weakly at me in return, offering, "Happy birthday, sir." I chuckled. "I thought you and Karl were moving past this stuff." Charlotte giggled. "We did. But when Taylor suggested this sort of present, I couldn't resist coming back down here. So I requested Ashlyn and I host you down here." I chuckled and glanced over at Ashlyn, who by now was wielding a thin riding crop. "That had better not be for me," I drawled, pointing at the hardened leather. Ashlyn giggled and used the crop to unhook the single shoulder strap to her dress, causing the entire garment to fall down and puddle around her feet. I gasped as I took in the view of her naked body. "We'll see," she laughed. ------- "Unnggghh!" I groaned, feeling my balls compress almost painfully as my load raced out of me in pulsing jets that bathed the inner walls of Ashlyn's asshole. After all, human testicles were only meant for so many ejaculations in one night, and the poor little bastards were being severely overworked. On top of that, my back itched from the red welts in criss-crossing streaks running from shoulder to shoulder and even across my bare buttcheeks. Some of the welts were from Ashlyn's fingernails when I'd been pounding her pussy missionary style atop this very platform. But some of them were from a light buggy whip that she'd been using to spur me onto fucking Charlotte harder and harder. Beneath me, bent over on all fours while I filled her up from behind, Ashlyn was groaning as well. The exquisitely gorgeous redhead was now mussed up, with running makeup and sweat-soaked hair. But she was also crooning the musical lilt of a woman in ecstasy as she climaxed both from my cock up her ass and the double-ended dildo crammed up her cunt. Beneath her, Charlotte was quivering and crying in mixed pain and pleasure. Though we'd released her and re-bound her in several different ways, she was flat on her back on the platform again, this time with Ashlyn's teeth at her tits and the other head of the double-ended dildo squishing in her snatch. And then all three of us collapsed, cramming dicks into orifices even harder, with my unyielding prick refusing to deflate and the rubbery dildo just sinking an extra half-inch deeper into the two ladies beneath me. "Ugh..." Ashlyn grunted as she put her head down, feeling both her nether holes filled up to the max. "Ngh!" Charlotte whimpered a little more urgently, feeling the press of two bodies on top of her. I felt her pain, and immediately pulled myself out and off the platform. I then helped Ashlyn roll over. And the two of them lay side-by-side, gasping for air. "Same time, next week?" I quipped with a little smile. "That an actual offer?" Charlotte managed to chirp. My jaw dropped. I had been joking, but Charlotte sounded interested. "Seriously?" Charlotte tugged at her chains and then nodded, much to my surprise. Ashlyn giggled and shook her head before picking it up and fixing me with an intense stare. "I'm in if you are. Gawd, I haven't been fucked like that since you ... almost six months ago, Johnny. It's almost enough to make me move back in permanently." "Really?" I asked, just a little more excited. Ashlyn sighed. "'Almost', Johnny." I deflated slightly. But then Ashlyn shrugged and gave me an encouraging grin. "But in the future ... who knows?" ------- Exhausted and sweaty, Charlotte, Ashlyn, and I emerged back in the hallway on the main floor. Waiting for us was a vision of youthful beauty, like Helen of Troy come to life in a gossamer white Grecian gown with gold straps over the shoulders and a matching belt cinching around her narrow waist. Her golden blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, perfectly framing a delicate face dominated by large green eyes. And she smirked to see me dragging my feet and barely managing to stay upright. I'd seen the same young woman in the same dress earlier in the night, but she was just as stunningly beautiful right now. "Hello, Kaitlyn." "Happy Birthday, John." She reached a hand out to me, and I smiled as I took it. Kaitlyn then turned and led me to the main stairs up onto the residential floor. Charlotte and Ashlyn followed, although when we got into the upstairs hallway, they both sidled up to me and pecked my cheeks. And then with a few more "Happy Birthday" wishes and a "good luck" from Ashlyn, the two took their leave to return to their own rooms. Kaitlyn then tugged me by the hand over to my bedroom, opening the door and taking me inside. By the bed, she turned to face me, reaching her hands up and getting a grip on the lapels of my robe. Tilting her head to the side, the young blonde closed her eyes and kissed me firmly, soulfully. There was an intensity coming from her that I hadn't been expecting, and despite all my tiredness, I felt a surge of arousal rising up in me. But at the same time, I felt uneasy about the situation. I raised my hands up, sliding my palms along Kaitlyn's forearms until I covered her hands with my own. And beneath my right palm, I felt the rigid hardness of the young blonde's new engagement ring. Breaking away from the kiss, I asked softly, "Are you sure you're supposed to be here right now, kitten?" Her bright green eyes shone at me, and a little smile crossed her face. "I'm not," she replied with a coy giggle. I arched my eyebrow. "Huh?" She beamed at me and leaned forward for a quick peck. But then tasting her own lips, she looked up into my eyes and said, "I'm not actually your next appointment. Taylor offered me a slot, but I turned her down." "Then why are you here?" Taking a deep breath, the young girl exhaled slowly and stared down at my chest for a moment, right where my hands were still covering hers. She wriggled the fingers of her left hand, enough to get me to free it. And she raised the hand with the engagement ring facing back to me. "I wanted to say goodbye." My eyes rose. "Goodbye?" She grinned. "Not goodbye. Just ... For years I've been in love with you. Oh, we've talked about romantic love and how you and I were never meant for that sort of thing. But I've still loved you in a way. You were the ideal man to me, the perfect man. And even after you married Taylor, I always kept a special place in my heart for you." I smiled and rubbed noses with my kitten. Kaitlyn closed her eyes and enjoyed the intimate touch. But then she pulled back and sighed. "I'm saying goodbye to that place in my heart. I'll always remember you, and I'll always be around. For one thing, Taylor's planning a Playroom Party soon." Even after all the sex of this evening, I chuckled at the future prospect. And Kaitlyn giggled excitedly. "But my heart is for Jeff now," Kaitlyn continued. "He adores me. And he's going to be my husband. He deserves all of my heart, and I can't hold a piece back from him, not even for you." "I understand." "I knew you would." She smiled and got a faraway look in her eyes. "I still remember the first party when you moved into the Penthouse on 5th Avenue. Daddy brought you down specifically so I could hit on you." My chest tightened at the memory. "I remember. You told me then that you weren't interested in college, that you were just looking for a rich guy to marry." "I've come a long way, haven't I? Columbia. Architecture. Jeff. It's all because of you and Taylor." I shook my head. "It's all because of you. Jeff's a lucky man." A sly grin spread across Kaitlyn's face. "Yes, he is." "Why don't you go find your lucky man, then?" "I will," Kaitlyn nodded. "But first, I just have to do this." "What?" Kaitlyn's eyes sparkled mischievously, but before I could react, she tugged apart the lapels of my robe and dragged them off my shoulders, dropping the plush red fabric onto the floor and revealing my naked body. And then with a grin, she dropped to her knees, fisted my cock, and swallowed the whole thing down to the root. "Ughh..." I groaned. Despite being severely overworked this evening, my prick had been given enough rest after Charlotte and Ashlyn that all of my nerves were alive again, and I felt every inch of Kaitlyn's exquisitely tight throat wrapped around my mushroom head. But just as suddenly as she'd swallowed me, Kaitlyn pulled off and stood back up. She reached up to fix her golden curls, once again looking prim and proper and perfectly Helen of Troy. And then she leaned forward and kissed me gently. "Goodbye, John." "Goodbye, kitten." She giggled and stepped away, then turned and walked out of the room, never looking back. I sighed, feeling both proud and regretful. "She's growing up, isn't she?" a new voice sounded behind me. Finally. I put my head down and smiled at the sound of Taylor's voice. "Yes, she is," I commented. And then I turned around and arched an eyebrow at my wife. "Please tell me that you're my last 'appointment'." Taylor chuckled, leaning against the archway to the bathroom while wearing a slinky robe of her own. "A little tired?" Despite my exhaustion, I summoned enough verve to confidently state, "I'm never too tired for you, honey." But when I took a step toward her, I felt every muscle in my body ache along the way. And I couldn't help but grimace in pain. "Aww ... I know just the thing." She reached for my waist, where my chemically- hard dick was leading the way. It was throbbing so much as to be a little painful. And what did they say about four-hour erections? "Ummm..." I winced hesitantly. I loved my wife, but truth be told, I was pretty fucked out. I'd screwed nine women already tonight, and ejaculated seven times. Somehow, the dick was still willing, but the rest of my muscles had already gone past their limits. My wife stopped short of touching my prick, instead just taking my hip in her hand and smiling up at me. "Seriously, I know just what you need." And then from the pocket of her robe, she produced a small vial filled with a light blue liquid, held in by a black rubber stopper. I arched my eyebrow. The last time I'd seen her holding such a glass tube had been in Malibu. "Taylor, please don't tell me this is how you're getting over your cocaine withdrawals." My wife barked a short laugh and shook her head. "No, absolutely not. No, I got over the serious withdrawals in rehab. And every time I've gotten the urge since, I've just tracked you down to have wild monkey sex." I blinked. "Works for me." Taylor grinned. "Actually, this is the antidote to that very powerful and very expensive designer drug I gave you with your first glass of wine this evening. This'll make your pecker finally go down." The word "down" had no sooner left Taylor's lips than I'd snatched the vial away from her, uncorked it, and downed the entire contents all at once. At first, I felt nothing. But then a warm buzz slowly began radiating away from my belly. And at last, I felt my penile muscles beginning to relax. Of course, the rest of me relaxed as well, and the last four-plus hours worth of aerobic exercise was suddenly catching up to me. My eyelids drooped, my shoulders sagged, and I stumbled forward, ready to collapse. My wife caught me easily. I wasn't so far gone that I would fall to floor, but it sure helped to have her support. Indeed, Taylor scooped her shoulder beneath my armpit to prop me up, and then head-nodded toward the shower. "I think you've had enough sex for one night, cowboy. Let's get you cleaned up, and then Cassandra will join us in bed. The three of us will cuddle together, and we'll let sweet dreams take us away. Sound good?" I grinned. "Sounds great." ------- -- OCTOBER (TWO MONTHS LATER), MANHATTAN, NEW YORK -- "Look, you know and I know that Heatherton is just blowing smoke. His ROI's are always bullshit and he's trying to pull a fast one on me because I've been out of the game for so long. We're not going to fall for it." I smirked and shook my head, leaning deeper into the plush chair at the head of JKE's Executive Conference Table. "Mike, do your own workup and email them to Evania tomorrow morning. George, maybe you can call Andy Hollins over at Citi. He owes you a few favors, doesn't he? Find out how much equity Heatherton's really got in this deal, okay?" I got two head nods from my new VP of Acquisitions and my longtime VP of Finance. Scanning the table, everyone else nodded as well. And when I stood up, they all followed and stood at attention. "When will you be back in the office, sir?" Cindy Cornette, my VP of Human Resources piped up. "I'll need your approval for the COL salary increases before the end of the month." I smiled and thought about it. "You know I'm not sure. Tell you what, let Evania know when you're ready, and I'll fly YOU out to ME." Cindy smiled and nodded. "Good day, everyone." I turned and walked out of the boardroom. Evania detached herself from the wall and fell into step beside me as we marched down the hallway toward the elevators. "You get all that?" "Yes, sir," Evania replied. But then she added apologetically, "Well, the reports and the arrangements to pick up Miss Cornette when she is ready, yes. But perhaps not the financial analyses." I chuckled. "Don't worry about it. Cassandra spoiled me, but it's not an assistant's job to understand that stuff. This is just a 15 million dollar deal, nothing I can't handle myself and nothing too big to stress out about. Still, it's nice to be back in the game." "I'm happy you're happy, sir." Evania smiled warmly. We entered the elevator and spun back to face the doors. I shrugged and commented, "I'm doing what I love. It's why I started JKE in the first place." ------- -- MONTAUK, NEW YORK -- After a minute of gradually falling down to Earth, I felt the floor beneath my feet suddenly pushing back at me, as if I were standing on an elevator slowing down to stop at the ground floor. I knew we were out of time, but I wasn't quite finished yet. No matter. I was the boss. Everyone else could wait on me. The helicopter touched down, causing the floor to quake lightly. But soon enough we were on solid ground, and planting my feet a little wider for balance and strength, I gripped Evania's hips and really started pounding her. My sexy valet groaned, arching her back and bucking her ass back to meet my every thrust. She was bent over doggy-style on the helicopter's bench seat, still wearing her business suit, albeit with the skirt pulled up to allow me access. And she clenched with her pussy muscles just the way I liked in order to bring me down the final path to orgasm. "Cumming," I growled and yanked myself out. Quickly, Evania spun and sat down on the seat, bending forward to take my throbbing dick into her mouth. Her right hand circled the base and started stroking upward along my shaft. And with a powerful suction, she took me into the back of her throat. "Ungh," I grunted briefly, my eyes rolling up into my head. I felt the jets of sperm lancing up my thick column of manmeat, spraying out from the tip and right down into the Greek beauty's gullet. She moaned and swallowed every drop of creamy honey I gave her. And when I was done, she gasped for breath with a delighted smile and then lovingly nuzzled my deflating prick in gratitude for my heavenly offering. "Efharisto..." she thanked me. "Parakalo," I replied with a smile. After zipping up and then reaching down to pocket Evania's panties, I turned and opened the helicopter door. Above me, the rotors had already gone nearly still after powering down, and the only significant wind came from the ocean breeze. One of the security staff was standing at attention outside, waiting patiently; he knew better than to open the door from the outside before I was ready. But now he held his hand out to assist both me and Evania down and onto the tarmac. And then we went into the house. "Good morning, sir, ma'am," Edward greeted us as we entered, taking our jackets. "Was it a good meeting?" "Great. But it's good to be home." "Would you care for dinner?" "What's Dorothy got on the menu?" "Your favorite, sir." I just chuckled. "Is Cassandra back from the doctor's office?" "Yes, sir. Miss Cooper is currently in the staff wing." I nodded. "And how about Taylor? I know she's been running here and there all week getting the new Foundation up and running." "Actually, sir, Miss Brynn accompanied Miss Cooper this afternoon. She's upstairs now." "Oh, okay," I said while shrugging in surprise. "Well, tell Dorothy to hold dinner a minute. I need to talk to my girls and we'll let you know when we're ready." "Of course, sir." I moved past Edward and started off for the staff wing. Along the way, I pointed Evania to the home office so she could wrap up my business affairs. My valet nodded and left. I wasn't sure where in the staff wing Cassandra would be, but I didn't have to try very hard to find her. Her stern voice carried down the hallway, and I simply followed my ears. "This is unacceptable. You're not working at the Ritz, anymore. This is Jonathan Kwong's household and I expect you to be better." I turned the corner to see a striking young brunette with nice tits quailing in fear before the wrath of an angry Australian Amazon. The maid had her head bowed, but she glanced over at me as I appeared in the doorway, causing Cassandra to look over at me as well. "Be with you in a moment, Jonathan," my longtime assistant stated before returning back to the maid. "You have more than enough downtime, Rose. Everyone else is completing their assigned duties. Don't let me catch you slacking again." "No, ma'am." Cassandra nodded and then spun on her heel. Raising her eyebrows to me, she sighed and then walked out the door and down the hallway back to the Common areas. I fell into step beside her. Though I'm sure she knew I was waiting for her, she didn't immediately say anything. And after another few seconds of agonizing anticipation, I asked anxiously, "So?" "So what?" She gave me a confused look for a moment before picking her head up as if only now realizing what I was asking for. "Ohhh. Yes, sir. I got the inspection report on that Pebble Beach manor you were looking at. Everything's clean, and I've already spoken with the director of the country club. They'd be happy to extend you a membership." "Country club, what?" I sputtered. The statuesque blonde glanced at me with a little smirk. "Was there something else?" I shook my head in annoyance, feeling ready to throw a tantrum that would outdo the worst Joey could come up with. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, and I was practically quivering in anticipation. "Hello? OB visit? Ultrasound?" Cassandra glanced back, that smirk on her face once again. "Oh, that?" She grinned evilly, watching me squirm. "Come with me." Just this morning, Cassandra had shown me her positive home pregnancy test. The girls had immediately made an appointment to see their OB-GYN that afternoon, and although their doctor usually made house calls, for this they would need the ultrasound equipment at the medical building. And for the first time since she'd shown me the test, I started to relax. "It's true. You're pregnant, aren't you?" I asked excitedly. "You wouldn't tease me like this if you weren't pregnant." "Wouldn't I?" she asked mysteriously with a Cheshire grin. Cassandra led me to the main stairs and up onto the residential floor. We went straight for the Master Suite, where Taylor was sitting on the couch in the Lounge, staring off with a dreamy look on her face. Cassandra looked over and asked, "You have the disc?" Taylor looked over, smiled, and then nodded as Cassandra and I sat down beside her. She pushed a button and the massive TV blared to life. My wife manipulated the remote and then there was a video of a little gray lima bean pulsing within a black oval, with more gray haze filling up the rest of the screen. In the upper left corner was the name "Cooper, Cassandra". "Oh my gawd..." I breathed, feeling my stomach fluttering as if full of butterflies. I hadn't seen one of these since JJ's last ultrasound. And all of a sudden, my eyes felt moist. Cassandra moved in closer beside me, wrapping her arm around my back and dropping her chin onto my shoulder. "Ready for a surprise?" I glanced at her, seeing that teasing sparkle in her sky blue eyes as fresh anxiety rose up my chest. "Surprise?" "Show him the next video." Taylor nodded and worked the control. This one was a 3D ultrasound video, with the camera rotating relative right. I saw the little lima bean that would soon become my child. But then a moment later, it moved out of the way ... and a second lima bean came into view. "Holy shit!" I gasped. "I'm having twins," Cassandra confirmed. "Holy shit!" I repeated. Now Taylor moved in beside me, wrapping her arm around my waist and pillowing her head against my shoulder. "Are you ready for one more surprise?" she asked softly. "Don't tell me Cassandra's having triplets." Both ladies laughed and picked their heads off my shoulder. Taylor looked straight into my eyes and shook her head. "No, no." I took a deep breath. "Give it to me." Taylor hit a button and then a new video appeared on screen. There was the single lima bean again, pulsing rapidly. I heard the heartbeat over the surround sound speakers. And I smiled to see it. But I'd already seen this. And curious, I asked, "What's the surprise?" Taylor looked at me with wide, glittering blue eyes. Her gaze was entirely on me, ignoring the screen and watching me intently as if she wanted to memorize the look on my face. And in a quiet voice, she said, "Look at the name in the corner." Immediately, my eyes darted to the upper left. And there it was: "Brynn, Taylor". My tongue dropped into the bottom of my stomach. My jaw landed somewhere on the floor. And with a gaping mouth, I turned back and stared at my wife. "Seriously?" Still with those sparkling eyes, she nodded slowly. "You got your own ultrasound?" "I was late, too. Didn't take a home pregnancy test, since my periods are all irregular anyways. But since we were there, I asked them to scan me as well." "But ... but ... I thought the doctors said you would never have another child," I breathed in disbelief. My beautiful wife cracked a wide smile. "Actually, they said it was 'highly improbable', but not 'statistically impossible'." "Congratulations!" Cassandra squealed from behind me, wrapping me up in a bear hug. "You're going to be a father again. Three times over!" "Ohmigod..." I breathed as that moisture in my eyes turned into full blown tears. Taylor hugged me up from the other side before reaching her arm out and pulling Cassandra in as well. The three of us huddled together on the couch, all of us crying now, crying happily at where our lives had brought us, despite all of our recent turmoil. We'd gone through near-bankruptcy, breakups, and even death. But through it all, we'd come back together. And now my family was beginning again. All was as it should be. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-04-16 Last Modified: 2010-04-26 / 09:44:08 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------