Courtesan

Tonya turned to Kelly. "Well, that was certainly exciting."

Kelly laughed. "Yes it was. Did you see it coming?"

"No, I didn't. I've always known that there was a special affinity between them, but I assumed that was because they were both black. I guess I was wrong." Tonya smiled. "I will say that I'm very happy for them and they seem to compliment each other very well."

Kelly nodded. "Yes they do."

There was a pause. After a moment Tonya looked at Veronica, Dave and Mandy."We had lunch together today for a definite purpose. Antoine's proposal has temporarily distracted us from our task. I don't think that was his intention. I'm quite certain that his proposal was done on the spur of the moment. I know Antoine very well. There isn't any doubt in my mind that he's been trying to muster enough courage to propose to Keisha for several days now. I'm sure that he just blurted out that proposal and before he realized it the question had been laid out in front of all of us."

Mandy laughed. "Yes, that would be our Antoine."

All of us chuckled.

Tonya looked at all of us. "I think it's time for you to get back to your task." She stood up and turned to Elvira. "Ellie, we've said our piece. These people don't need us anymore and Kirby does." She smiled at me. "Cookie is still trying to take a complete inventory of his stock. He really does believe that he can sell everything and get out of debt."

"I hope he's right." I stood up. "Tonnie, I promised him a slice of quiche."

"Yes you did."

"I'll be right back."

I hurried into the kitchen. I put two slices of quiche into a plastic container, a serving of spinach salad into another container and six chocolate chip cookies into a plastic sandwich bag. I placed everything into a brown paper lunch bag and hurried back to the dining room.

Everyone was now standing in the living room. I handed the bag to Tonnie.

She smiled. "Thanks Timmy, Kirby will appreciate this. He really was disappointed that he couldn't be here."

"I know he was, I'm sorry he couldn't be here too. I enjoy his company. I look forward to the day we can prepare a meal together."

"Hey when you do that I get to help." It was Mandy.

"So do I." This time it was Mandy's dad.

Kelly laughed. "On that evening I expect that the entire party will be held in the kitchen."

Tonya nodded. "I'll certainly want to be sitting at the kitchen table watching the show with a glass of wine Timmy's good red wine in my hand."

Veronica shook her head. "Mandy honey you and your friends definitely know how to have a good time."

Mandy giggled. "Yes mom, we do."

"If Davey and I are able to reconcile, do you think that sometime you might invite us to one of your dinner parties?"

Kelly grinned at Veronica. "You'll have to bring a date, and I'm not talking about Davey."

Veronica took a deep breath. It was obvious that she'd found Kelly's comment exciting. Quickly regaining control she said, "I think we'd better finish our task for today."

"Yes, and we'll get out of here so that you can do that." Tonya turned to Elvira. "Come on Ellie, let's go give Kirby a hand with the inventory."

As Tonya was shepherding her out the door Elvira looked back over her shoulder. "Bye everyone, Kelly and Timmy that was a wonderful lunch. Thank you so much for inviting me."

I waved. "You're welcome Ellie. I'll see you in the morning."

As soon as the front door was closed Kelly said, "Why don't we all sit down in the living room."

Mandy smiled. "If you don't mind I think I'll retire to the kitchen and start cleaning up the lunch dishes."

Veronica nodded. "Yes dear, I think that would be an excellent idea."

"Mandy, I'll give you a hand." I started following her to the kitchen.

"Timmy, wait."

I stopped and turned.

Dave was looking at me. "I would appreciate it if you'd stay and be part of this conversation. I value your opinion and I think I might at times need a little bit of encouragement from you."

I nodded. "Certainly, if you'd like me to be here, I'll be happy to stay."

Kelly sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Timmy why don't you come over here and sit next to me." She pointed at the easy chair on her right and said, "Davey why don't you sit there and Ronnie why don't you sit in the other chair."

As soon as all of us were settled Kelly said, "Here we are, how shall we begin?"

GH:

That was great! Loved the way they became reunited and the open mindiness of everyone there.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Good Husband

WOW! I am touched and speachless over this episode!!

Meijer

I would have expected nothing less that another example of your brilliance with the written word. Well done GH, what an excellent, heartwarming segment.

Thank you. Love this story.

TrF2

cuck4one, Meijer and Trf2

Thank you for your comments. I do appreciate them. I've been writing almost non stop for three days straight and I'm getting tired. Your kind words help restore my energy.

Thank you again

GH

As soon as they were gone Kelly turned to me. "Timmy honey, is there anything I've ever done for another man that I haven't done for you?"

"I don't know. You're in a better position to answer that question than I am."

I thought for a moment and then I added, "But if there is, I think I might like you to tell me about and then refuse to do it for me."

Kelly giggled. "Mr. Jamiemister, every day you are getting kinkier and kinkier."

I shrugged. "What would you expect. You've introduced me to some of the finest teachers in the world."

"Yes I have, haven't I."

"Can I ask you a question."

"Sure."

"This afternoon when you were dominating me in front of Veronica and Dave you called me Timmy rather than dicklet."

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, “I've always regretted giving you the name, dicklet."

"Really?"

"Yes, Do remember the night I gave it to you? We were at The Goldenrod Supper Club. It was the same night you beat up that guy at the bar."

I laughed. "I didn't beat that guy up."

"Timmy honey, you kicked his ass."

"Yeah okay, your memory of that night is a little different than mine."

"Timmy, you know very well that the privilege of writing the history is always accorded to the victor. I'm your historian and I say that you kicked that guys ass."

"All right, so what about dicklet?"

"That night we'd consumed several martinis and a bottle of wine. For awhile I was feeling very dominant, a little sadistic and not very subtle. I afraid that also describes the name I gave you."

"You mean dominant, sadistic and not very subtle."

"Yes, I'd like you to have a name that still reflects your position in or relationship, but isn't quite so overtly demeaning."

"Like Mandy's name, nymph."

"That's right."

"Have you thought of one?"

"Yes I have, Mandy actually suggested it. I like it very much, but I still wanted to discuss it with you before it became official."

"What is it?"

"Bunny."

I shook my head. "Hey we were just discussing the night I beat up a guy in a bar."

"Yes, and wouldn't he be embarrassed to find out that he was beat up by a guy named Bunny."

Suddenly the kitchen door opened and Mandy walked into the dining room. She looked around. "Did my mom and dad leave already?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, they went to your dad's townhouse. They were planning some serious makeup sex."

Mandy grinned.

“They told us to tell you that they'd both call you in the morning.”

"Timmy and Kelly I don't how to thank you. This is a dream coming true."

She sighed. "Well it was a wonderful afternoon, but I see that I'm the last one still here. I don't want to overstay my welcome, so I'll just say thank you one more time and leave the two of you alone."

"Mandy, Timmy and I are going to have a simple supper and watch a movie tonight. Would you like to join us."

Mandy shook her head. "No you guys don't get enough evenings alone together. I'd better go home."

"Mandy we also don't get enough evenings with you and this would be a very nice opportunity." Kelly giggled. "Besides, how many chances do I get to spend an evening with two submissives."

Mandy smiled. "Can Timmy and I take turns licking your pussy?"

"Definitely."

"Can I make Timmy lick my ass?"

"Yes, but you have to lick my ass while he's doing it."

"Hey who's going to lick my ass."

Mandy and Kelly both grinned at me and in unimister said, "Nobody."

In a voice dripping with mock indignation I said. "So that's the way it is."

Both Mandy and Kelly laughed and then Mandy smiled at me. "No babydoll, that isn't the way it is or the way it's ever going to be. You and I can take turns."

Kelly grinned. "So you and Bunny will not only be taking turns licking my pussy, you'll also be taking turns licking my ass. Oh I think I'm going to love this game."

"Bunny? Did you tell him about his new name?"

"Yes, I was just telling him when you came into the room."

Mandy turned to me. "Do you like it?"

"It's a little demeaning."

She rolled her eyes. "It's a slave name. It's supposed to be demeaning."

"I know." I shrugged. "I guess it's better than dicklet."

"It's a lot better than dicklet. We can call you bunny in public." Kelly was smiling.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure I'd call that an improvement."

Kelly kissed my cheek. "Calling you bunny makes my pussy tingle and I'll bet it stirs your little dickie too."

She slipped her hand down the front of my jeans and gently squeezed my tiny penis. "What's my name?"

"Ms. Mamister."

"What's Mandy's name?"

"Nymph."

"What's your name."

"Bunny."

"Yes it is and the name excites you, doesn't it."

Of course she was right, I loved the name. I found it unbelievably exciting. I looked at Kelly. "Yes Ms. Mamister, it excites me very much."

Mandy slipped her hand under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a gentle twist. "That's right, now be a good little slave and thank your mistress for giving you your new name."

I took a deep breath and smiled at Kelly. "Ms Mamister, thank you for giving me my new name. I promise you that I will always answer to it."

Kelly looked at me. "Even in public."

A shiver of masochistic excitement rippled through me as I answered. "Yes, even in public."

Kelly kissed me and then she turned to Mandy. "What should we do now?"

Mandy smiled. "I was thinking that this might be a good opportunity to teach bunny how to give a proper pedicure."

"Nymph, that's a wonderful idea." Kelly grabbed both of our hands. "Let's retire to the bedroom. It's time for us to have some fun."

And we did have fun, in fact it was a memorable evening. Mandy and Kelly are both very creative and we acted out a myriad of wonderful and at times exotic fantasies. We played until we were completely exhausted and then the three of us crawled into bed and slept curled up together like puppies in a cardboard box.

Wow, this is like visiting a top New York steak house and being given a 24oz Filet. You want to eat it all but somehow you can't. I'll save some for later, because it IS that good ....

Don't go *******ing yourself GH, we need you to know what happens next ...

Mmmmmmmm......... now I'm hungry again!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Damn GH, take a break. Go hit some golf balls or something, you're going to burn up your keyboard. Every time I log on, you've posted a couple more segments. I can't even keep up with you.

Thanks for all your hard work, it's greatly appreciated.

TrF2

Peak

Sunday I drove by the Big Texan Steak house in Amarillo, Texas. They advertise a 72 ounce top sirloin. I suspect that most of us would be leaving that restaurant carrying several styrofoam boxes.

Peak as always, thanks for the nice comment.

cuck4fun

You mentioned that you're hungry. They do serve wonderful cream pies in many of the restaurants in Texas, but I don' t think they're that kind of cream pie.

Trf2

I'm getting perilously close to finishing this story. I just passed the quarter pole and I'm moving into the home stretch. I've got a full head of steam and I can't stop now.

Gentlemen,

Thanks for the comments. I do appreciate them.

GH

At 5:15 I slipped out of bed. Kelly and Mandy were both still sound arelax.

I didn't need a shower. Kelly had ended last nights games by making Mandy and me serve as her "geishas". We had to bathe her, give her a full body massage and then take turns orally pleasuring her.

Once Kelly was fully satisfied I made her a cup of herb tea while Mandy tucked her into the bed and propped up her back with several pillows. Then, as she relaxed and sipped her hot tea, Mandy and I amused her by performing a traditional sixty-nine on the foot of the bed.

My wife thoroughly enjoys her position as a dominant.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth and combing my hair I pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean polo shirt, kissed my two relaxing beauties good bye and left for work.

When I pulled into the parking lot at Kirby's I wasn't at all surprised to see Tonya's Mercedes parked in its usual spot alongside the back of the store. I parked my car next to hers and went inside. Tonya was standing behind the cash register reading the morning paper. Kirby was on his knees in aisle one busily counting bags of potato chips.

When she heard me come in Tonya set down her newspaper and said, "Good morning Bunny, did you have a pleasant evening?"

Kirby looked up at her. "Bunny?"

Tonya giggled. "That's his new slave name. I like it."

Shaking his head Kirby said, "I think I'll keep calling him Timmy."

"Oh I will too. Bunny is just for special situations."

"How come I don't have a slave name?"

"But you do."

"I do?"

Tonya rolled her eyes. "Yes silly, you're Cookie."

Kirby looked at me and shook his head.

I shrugged and then I walked over and poured myself a cup of coffee.

While I was doing that Kirby said, "Timmy after you have a cup of coffee would you help me with this inventory? I'd like to try get it done this morning."

I nodded. "Sure, what would you like me to count?"

"Would you do the candy counter?"

I laughed. "That's the perfect job for a guy named Bunny."

Tonya handed me a clip board with a stack of lined notebook paper on it. "Timmy, start on the left side of the bottom shelf. You can use this to keep track of everything you count."

As I started counting a box of Butterfingers Tonya said to Kirby. "Remember, he has to leave at 9:30."

I stopped counting and looked at her. "What do you mean I have to leave at 9:30."

Tonya shook her head. "I'm sorry Timmy, I'm not used to being up this early in the morning. Martin Jackmister would like to meet with you at 10:00. They're sending a Lincoln to pick you up at 9:30."

"Why are they sending a Lincoln? I can drive my own car."

"Oh Timmy you know Martin. He likes to do things in style. I also think that he wants you to be able to drive home in your new car."

"Is that what this is all about? I'm getting my new car today?"

"That's part of it, but he also has some things he wants to discuss with you."

"Won't they want me to bring them my old car so they can sell it or something?"

"I'm sure Martin will send someone out to pick it up."

"What other things does he want to discuss with me? The house?"

"The house is certainly on his agenda."

"Is there more?"

"Yes, I'm sure there's more."

"Tell me Tonya."

"Timmy I think it would be better if you just waited until you talk with Martin."

"Tonya, now you're scaring me."

"I'm sorry Timmy, I shouldn't have said anything." She thought for a moment and then she sighed. "He isn't going to tell you anything bad. Do you remember that we had a dinner meeting Monday evening at the Golden Rod Supper Club?"

"Yes, Kelly told me about it. She said that they're planning to make some changes in the hostess section. Is that what he wants to discuss with me? Why would he want to do that? I don't work for him."

"Timmy, both you and Kelly have become very important to him. He now views you as part of the JTandR family, especially since you're facilitating the house project. Please just go see him today. Martin obviously feels it's important to talk to you. He's blocked out a half hour for you and you know how obsessive he is about time."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll go see him." I laughed. "And that's why he's sending a Lincoln. It's the only way he can be certain that I'll both get there and be on time."

Suddenly the front door opened and Elvira walked into the store. "Okay what did I miss?"

As she hung her coat in the storage closet she looked at Tonya and asked, "Did you remember to tell Bunny about his meeting with Martin?"

I turned to Tonya. "Does everybody know about my new name?"

Tonya laughed. "Just the people that matter Bunny."

Behind me I heard Kirby chuckling.

I turned around. He smiled at me. "Timmy in the navy we used to say, 'Roll with it buddy, just roll with it.'"

Grinning at my friend I said, "I think that's pretty good advice."

"All right, if were going to finish this inventory by eleven we'd better get busy." Elvira picked up one of the clipboards. "I'm going to do the paper products."

Tonya manned the cash register and took care of customers while Kirby, Elvira and I counted and recorded all of the merchandise that Kirby still had on his shelves.

At precisely 9:30 a black Lincoln Town Car pulled into the parking lot of the Quick Stop. We all watched as Edward Baylor got out of the back seat, straightened his tie, fastened the top buttoned on the jacket of his dark gray suit and walked up to the store. As he opened the door I smiled at him and said, "Hi Edward, I gather you're my escort for today."

He nodded. "That's right Timmy. Are you ready to go?"

"I am." I handed the clip board to Tonya and waved to my three friends. "I'll see all of you tomorrow morning."

As I walked out of the store Tonya cryptically said, "I'm quite certain that you'll be seeing all three of us this afternoon."

Wow GH, I just finished reading your posts up thru 9/30, with Timmy reading his story to Kelly, and the aftermath. Outstanding, incredible, and amazing. Hate that I didn't have the opportunity until now, but you made it well worth the wait.

Maybe your best ever, and what great way to do it. Inspired! I think I should hang it up - no way I could compete with that!
Seriously, thanks for the great story, and for the escape. You're my hero.

storm

Why were my posts from yesterday deleted?

GH

GH:

I think there was a glitch on the site yesterday. The site locked up on me when I was on.

Please repost those that were lost. I'm sure MBC isn't picking on you.

THANKS GH !!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Don't worry

I found out what happened, I will repost the segments.

I was a little perplexed because I didn't see anybody talking about it. If it was a site wide glitch I thought others would also be curious about what had happened.

It did turn out to be a site wide glitch.

GH

A well equipped Lincoln Town Car is a wonderfully luxurious form of transportation. When I was deliberating about what kind of car I wanted from JTandR, Kirby kept prompting me to choose one of these. Now that I was once again riding in one, it was easy for me to understand why

Surprisingly, Edward Baylor and John our driver both turned out to be engaging company. The first time I'd met Edward Baylor he'd seemed rather stiff and aloof. Now he was friendly, outgoing and actually seemed to enjoy laughing.

I suspected that prior to our first meeting he'd been given strict instructions to avoid any conversation or interaction that might anger or upset me. He had apparently complied with those instructions by refraining from any conversation and interaction with me unless it was absolutely necessary.

This trip was very different. During this trip the three of us engaged in an animated discussion about the relative merits of The Green Bay Packers, The Minnesota Vikings and The Chicago Bears. Edward was obviously a Packer fan and John was clearly a rabid Bears fan so in the interest of total disharmony I adopted the position of a loyal Minnesota Vikings fan. We had a very good time.

As soon as the Lincoln pulled to a stop in front of the Whetmore Building Edward Baylor opened the car door and we stepped out. As we walked up the steps to the building's large glass entrance John lowered the front passenger side window of his Lincoln and called out, "Go Bears."

Edward and I were both laughing as we entered the large office Building,.

The elevator was crowded, so as is typical of most people we remained silent during our ride up.

When the elevator stopped at the 52nd floor the doors opened to reveal the oak paneled alcove. We stepped out of the elevator and crossed to the double glass doors leading to the offices of Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds.

Suddenly I was nervous. My pulse was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach. Every time I'd passed through these glass doors my life had changed. None of the changes had been bad, in fact most of them had been fantastic; but change or at least the prospect of change can be trying.

Edward opened one of the glass doors and said, "After you Timmy."

Feeling a little apprehensive, I stepped into the reception area of JTandR. Edward Baylor was right behind me. My glance immediately went to the corridor leading off to the right. That was the corridor that led to Kelly's office. I wondered if she was here and if she would be attending the meeting. I thought about the meeting we'd had with Martin Jackmister last Friday. That morning he'd made it clear that in his eyes I was a slave. I wondered how I was going to be treated today.

In front of us the receptionist, Janet Collins was seated at her desk. As soon as she saw us she picked up her telephone and pushed a button. After a moment she said a couple of quick words, nodded and set her telephone back down on it's cradle. Then Janet stood up and walked out from behind her desk.

Next to me Edward whispered. "See you around Timmy." He peeled off and disappeared down the corridor leading off to the left.

Janet walked over to me. "Good morning Mr. Jamiemister. Mr. Jackmister is in his office. He'll see you right away."

I followed Janet Collins down the corridor behind her desk. When we got to Martin Jackmister's door she stopped and knocked lightly.

The door opened immediately. Martin Jackmister nodded to Janet Collins. "Thank you Janet." Then he turned to me. "Good morning Timmy, won't you please come in." As I entered his office he gestured towards the brown leather chairs. "Why don't we sit over here."

I was a little surprised. My reception had been warm and courteous. I was definitely not being treated like a slave. My expression must have reflected that surprise. Mr. Jackmister smiled. "Timmy, the last time we met, I made some mistakes. I don't intend to repeat those mistakes this morning. This meeting is going to be strictly business. I do hope that in the near future we might be able to get together socially. Your wife is a very creative dominant and Mandy tells me that you're developing into a competent submissive. You know about my relationship with nymph, don't you?"

"Yes sir, she's told me."

"I think it would be fun for the four of us to party together. I'm certain that your wife and I would both enjoy being pampered and waited on by you and Mandy and I hope that you might find it exciting to spend an evening serving us."

A little tingle rippled up my spine. I knew that Martin Jackmister was an accomplished dominant. An evening serving Kelly and him would be very exciting, especially if I was doing it with Mandy. I nodded. "I would enjoy that Mr. Jackmister."

He smiled. "Now I just have to find the time to do it."

Mr. Jackmister paused. After a moment he said, "Timmy, I think it might be easier if I give you a little background information before I explain why I asked to meet with you today."

"All right."

"Our hostess section was never actually planned. It just kind of sprouted and then grew in an uncharacteristically haphazard manner. That's not the way we normally expand our business, but in our defense we never realized how helpful our hostesses would become. I've always known that sex was a powerful motivator, I just didn't understand how powerful it really was."

I smiled at Mr. Jackmister.

He nodded and then he continued. "Tonya was our first hostess and I think she's told you the story of how she came to work for us."

"Yes she has."

"Mandy was hired next, then Antoine, Chris and Keisha and finally your wife. We never envisioned the section becoming as large as it is today and because of that we never developed the necessary infrastructure to support an operation of this size. Now we are in the process of trying to correct that error. With one small exception we believe that we currently we have an adequate number of hosts and hostesses. What we need to do is add some support permisternel so that the staff we currently have can work more efficiently."

"For the past two years Tonya has acted as a quasi administrator for the section. It was never a formal appointment. She's an excellent employee. She saw what needed to be done and on her own initiative, she did it. Unfortunately we've only recently begun to understand the full extent of the duties she's assumed. She's done an excellent job, but we've been unknowingly working her to death. Tonya needs some help and I intend to give it to her as quickly as I can.

"Our first step was to create a section we called Project Promotion with Tonya as it's coordinator. At JTandR section coordinators answer directly to either John, Wendell or myself. I'll be the partner overseeing the Project Promotion Section. Tonya is now an upper level administrator at JTandR and she is being paid and treated accordingly."

I smiled. "From what Kelly tells me, she deserves that recognition.

Mr. Jackmister nodded. "Yes she does, now our next step is to provide her with some much needed assistance."

He paused for a moment and then he said, "Timmy there are several reamisters that Tonya has been able to create such an outstanding hostess section for us. Her work ethic and her organizational s*******s are of course the primary factors, but her experience has also been very helpful."

"Because she worked as an escort."

"Timmy, Tonya wasn't just an escort, she was an extremely successful escort with an intuitive grasp of how the business works. She understood that escorts provide two distinctly different services. Most escorts provide an hourly service. A client schedules a block of time that is supposedly his, but in fact there is an industry wide rule that governs that time period. I call it the one and done rule. Tonya tells me that most escorts tell their customers that they're allowed to enjoy themselves one time and only one time."

"You mean they're only allowed to have one orgasm."

"Yes."

I smiled. "I'll bet lots of guys, especially younger guys get cheated out of a large amount of time by that rule."

Nodding in agreement Mr. Jackmister said, "I would guess that's probably true, but both Tonya and Mandy contend that the rule actually benefits the customers."

"How?"

"It provides the escort with an incentive to work hard."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "Yes, I understand. It makes it much less likely that a man will be buying an hour of disinterested lethargic sex."

"That's exactly right." Mr. Jackmister smiled. "Mandy and Tonya also both tell me that the rule is equally beneficial to the escorts."

"Because their sessions can be shorter?"

“Ostensibly that would be correct, but in reality it actually doesn't make much difference.”

"I don't understand."

"An escort doesn't have a line of men standing outside her door waiting for the guy inside to finish. She has to schedule each of her clients for a full hour and still leave enough time between each appointment to clean up and prepare for the next customer. It doesn't actually provide her with the opportunity to see more men. What it does do is allow the her to avoid having to engage her customers in anything more than superficial conversation."

I smiled. "Now I get it. The guy arrives, gets some very energetic sex and has an orgasm. As soon as he's done he gets dressed and leaves. The two of them might chat, but it will only be for a minute or two. I'm sure that does make it easier for the escort. Making conversation with permister you don't know can be difficult"

Mr. Jackmister nodded. "That's right, we've all had that awkward experience of trying to pass time with a permister we just met. It can be very uncomfortable."

After pausing for a moment Mr. Jackmister said, "There is another kind of escort. For the last several years of her career Tonya was one of these escorts, so was Mandy. You don't buy an hour from these women, you buy an entire evening or even an entire weekend. These women are the true artists in the profession. They're also extraordinarily expensive and beyond the reach of most average businessmen."

I was beginning to understand what Mr. Jackmister was trying to explain. "If you're spending the entire evening with someone you have to be very s*******ed at the art of conversation. You want your hostesses to be like this second group of escorts."

"Yes, that's exactly right. We want them to be able to entertain their associate for an entire evening. We're trying to provide more than a one and done fuck."

"So your hostesses all have to be good at making casual conversation."

"And they are, but it can still be difficult. Shortly after she started working for us Tonya came up with a way to make it a little easier. Professional escorts are at a disadvantage. The discretion necessary in their profession prevents them from knowing very much about their clients. We on the other hand, don't have that limitation. In fact, we know a great deal about our associates. We've had research assistants put together detailed reports about them. I've allowed Tonya to have access to those reports and for the last two years she's been providing all of our hostesses with a short synopsis of the history and interests of the associate they're about to entertain."

I nodded. "Conversation becomes much easier if you know a little bit about someone."

"That's right, and everyone ends up having a more enjoyable evening." Mr. Jackmister smiled for a moment and then he leaned forward. "Timmy I told you earlier that I was trying to reduce Tonya's workload. Putting together these reports has been very time consuming for her. We discussed having the research assistants write them, but we're reluctant to do that. For obvious reamisters we have to be very discreet about the actual duties of our hostesses."

"Yes, I understand."

"We also want a permister who can provide some additional background information to the hostesses."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about your wife. I know that she loves football and baseball, but she's not much of a basketball fan."

"She finds it boring."

"So telling her that the associate she's about to entertain is an avid Los Angeles Lakers fan probably wouldn't be all that helpful for her."

I chuckled. "That's the truth, she doesn't know anything about the Lakers."

"It would make a big difference if we could provided her with a one page synopsis about the Laker's upcoming seamister."

"Yes it would. Kelly's smart enough to be able to use the information in a report like that to ask enough relevant questions to keep her associate talking all night long."

Mr. Jackmister nodded. "That's the idea." Then he smiled at me. "So Timmy, this brings us to the reamister I asked you to meet with me today. You're a bright young man, you understand exactly what our hostesses do, you're an excellent writer and all of our hostesses like and trust you. I'm offering you the position of research assistant for the Project Promotion Section. Tonya Lewis would be your immediate supervisor."

"But you told me that the husband of a hostess could never work for JTandR. You felt it would be too awkward."

"Yes, but that was if you were working in our project development section. In this situation you'll only be working with the hostesses and the other support people we hire for that section."

"Does Kelly know about this?"

"Yes and she's hoping that you're going to take the position. Timmy we'll start you out at a salary of eighty thousand dollars per year with the opportunity to earn bonuses. You understand how the bonus system works at JTandR, don't you?"

"Yes, Kelly explained it to me."

"Will you take the job?"

"When would I have to start?"

"We'd like you to start immediately."

I sighed. "Mr. Jackmister, you're offering me a wonderful opportunity, but I can't accept it. I still have obligations at my two current jobs."

As I said those words I knew that Kelly was going to ******* me. I'd just turned down a position paying eighty thousand dollars a year so that I could continue working at two jobs that weren't paying me anything at all.

GH... were hanging by our finger nails to hear more!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

cuck4one

Hang on tight, here's a little more.

By the way, thanks for the comment.

GH

Mr. Jackmister stared at me.

I shook my head. "Please don't be offended sir, I really do wish that I could accept your offer. It's just that the people I work for right now need me and I wouldn't feel good about walking away from them."

"Don't Worry Timmy, I'm not offended. In fact, this display of loyalty to you current employers magnifies my interest in hiring you."

I smiled at him and shrugged. It was an awkward situation. I couldn't think of anything else to do."

Mr. Jackmister started to chuckle. "Timmy, you may be a submissive masochist, but I have to say that you are one tough mister of a bitch. You certainly aren't afraid to stand up to me and I get the feeling that there isn't very much in this world that does scare you."

"Spiders, I'm afraid of spiders."

He looked at me for a moment and then he started to laugh. "Timmy, I'm beginning to understand why Tonya and Mandy are so taken with you." He leaned forward. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm afraid of them too."

I grinned at him.

"Okay, let's get back to this employment situation. I assume that you're talking about your jobs at Kirby's Quick Stop and The Southwest Crier."

"Yes, that's right, but how did you know about them?"

Mr. Jackmister rolled his eyes. "Timmy, remember that one of the reamisters that JTandR is so successful is that we do our homework. Also Mandy, Tonya and Kelly have been providing me with regular updates about your situation. Do you want to hear something funny?"

"What's that?"

"All three of them predicted your initial rejection of my offer."

I grinned at him. "That's a relief. I was afraid that Kelly would ******* me when I she found out that I turned you down."

Mr. Jackmister chuckled. "Actually I think she will ******* you if you turn this offer down."

"But you just said..."

Mr. Jackmister held up his hand to stop me. "Timmy before you say anything more why don't you let me give you some additional information."

"But..."

"Please just listen to me."

"All right."

"I first heard about Kirby and Elvira last Saturday night at Eagle Lake. Tonya, Mandy and Kelly told me about Kirby's amazing effort to save Elvira. I have to admit that I was deeply moved by the story."

Mr. Jackmister paused for a moment and then he said, "Timmy, we live in a cold and calculating world. As a cutthroat businessman I work in an environment that's the coldest of the cold. Hearing about a man like Kirby is warming and revitalizing."

I smiled. "Yes it is."

He shook his head. "Then Tonya told me that he was losing his store, that broke my heart."

Taking a deep breath Mr. Jackmister said, "Timmy that first day we met in my office I told you that John, Wendell and I were tough businessmen, but we've always tried to make our money without hurting anyone."

"Yes, I remember."

"We're also always on the lookout for opportunities to accomplish some good while were doing business." He smiled at me. "Later that night, after Mandy, Tonya, Keisha, Kelly and Antoine had all retired to their private rooms with their associates I called the coordinator of our New Projects Section and asked him to assign two research assistants to investigate the circumstances surrounding Kirby's store."

"What did your researchers learn?"

"They started their investigation late Sunday morning and by the early afternoon they'd come to the conclusion that he didn't have a chance."

"Really? Why?"

"Timmy, a year ago the most successful food chain in America opened a twenty-four hour megastore just two blocks south of Kirby's store." He sighed. "And last spring one of the largest oil companies in the world opened an ultramodern convenience store gas station a block and a half east of the Quick Stop. I don't care if Kirby is the greatest businessman in the world, he cannot compete with those giants."

"So what can Kirby do?"

"It isn't what Kirby can do, it's what we can do."

"Tell me."

"Sunday evening I called Tonya and told her about the report from the research assistants. She told me that Kirby had already come to the same conclusion, but he was trapped. He owed money to his land lord and to his suppliers. He was a man who prided himself on paying his debts, so he couldn't just walk away. The only solution he could think of was to try to sell off all of his remaining shelf stock and use the money to pay off as much of his debt as possible. Tonya said that he understood that that was a futile endeavor."

"That night as I went to relax I worked out a possible plan. In their report the research assistants had stated that the property was at the intersection of two very busy streets. They felt that it was a prime location for almost any business except an independent convenience store."

"Early Monday morning I met with the coordinator of our acquisitions section and asked him to have a team of appraisers evaluate the property. I wanted an estimate of the properties current value and the potential value after the economy recovers. I also asked him to have one of our real estate attorneys contact the owner and inquire about his interest in selling the property."

"Monday afternoon I met with the real estate attorney and the team of appraisers. The appraisers had looked at all the other properties in the area that were for sale. They reported that nothing was selling, and prices were plummeting. They agreed with the research assistants that the property was in a prime commercial location and they also believed that after the recession ended the value of the property would sky rocket."

"When the attorney informed me that the property owner was strapped for cash and desperate to sell I knew that we were looking at a situation that had the potential to return a very nice profit for a minimal amount of risk and effort."

"After taking a few minutes to decide on a fair offer, I instructed the attorney to contact Kirby's land lord and negotiate the purchase of the property. I made it clear to him that all of our offers had to include a provision that the sale of the property would fulfill all of Kirby's financial obligations related to that property."

"You mean the back rent he owes."

"That's correct." Mr. Jackmister nodded and then he smiled at me. "Timmy at eight o'clock Monday evening the attorney called and informed me that the land lord jumped at our offer and we had a signed purchase agreement for the property."

"So you're now Kirby's land lord."

"We haven't had a formal closing yet. That will happen next week." He shook his head. "But even if we'd already closed, JTandR still wouldn't be Kirby's land lord."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not in the property rental business. We don't want to be land lords."

"But you bought the property?"

"As a long term investment. We plan to raze the building and let the property sit as an empty lot."

"Why would you do that?"

"The building that currently houses Kirby's store is actually a liability for us. It's an old structure in need of extensive repairs. While we're holding the property the building would add to our insurance costs and increase the taxes . When we finally decide to sell the site, the buyers will most likely be planning to erect a new building, so the existing structure will also be a liability for them."

"What's going to happen to Kirby's store?"

"Yesterday afternoon I purchased the store from him for ten thousand dollars. Shortly after you left in the Lincoln this morning, a crew of workers arrived and helped Kirby complete his inventory. Once that was was done the crew began loading all of the merchandise on to a truck so that it can be taken to a local food shelf for distribution to the needy."

"If you're going to give everything away, why did you bother to complete the inventory?"

"Tax purposes."

I shook my head. "Kirby never said a word to me about this."

"That was at my request."

"Why?"

"Timmy, I've always believed that in business it's wise to play your cards close to your vest."

I chuckled. "You enjoy a little subterfuge, don't you."

There was a noticeable twinkle in Mr. Jackmister's eyes as he grinned at me and said, "I does seem to add spice to hum drum of daily life."

"So what's going to happen to Kirby?"

"Why are you worried? He has enough money to pay off his debts. He's a free man now, he can do anything he wants to do."

I shook my head. "That store was his life. Now that it's gone he's going to die of boredom. Mr. Jackmister, everybody has to have something to do."

Trying to conceal his smile Mr. Jackmister said, "Well, he does have Tonya." He paused for a moment and then he added, "And his new job."

"His new job? What new job?"

"I decided that it would be much more efficient if the new Project Promotion Section had it's own Lincoln. Of course, the car is useless without a driver."

"You mean Kirby is going to drive a Lincoln for JTandR?"

"Yes, specifically for the hostesses."

I laughed. "That's wonderful! I think that might very well be his idea of the perfect job.” I looked at Mr. Jackmister with a puzzled expression. “How did you know that.”

He shook his head in mock chagrin. “Tonya told me.”

I smiled. The answer to my question should have been obvious. I paused for a moment and then I asked. “When does he start working?"

"This afternoon."

"Mr. Jackmister, that was a very nice thing to do."

"Timmy, Kirby is very happy about his new job and that does please me, but this also helps me. I 'm certain that Kirby Lundquist will be an extremely reliable employee for us."

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Jackmister, I believe he will."

Suddenly I thought about Elvira and my euphoric mood vanished.

Noticing my abrupt change in demeanor Mr. Jackmister quietly said, "You're worried about Elvira, aren't you."

I nodded. "Yes I am. The store may have been most important to her."

"I know. Timmy over the past couple of days Mandy and Tonya haven't been able to stop talking about that woman. It was obvious to me that they both liked her very much. That piqued my curiosity so I made some discreet inquiries. I learned that before she retired she was the office manager for The Magnussen Construction Company. I know Albert Magnussen, he's a very wealthy man. He's invested in several of our projects. Yesterday morning I called him and asked him about Elvira. He told me that she was the most efficient employee he's ever had. He said that she almost ran Magnussen Construction and it took the company nearly a year to recover from her retirement." Mr. Jackmister started laughing. "He also told me that she slept with most of his male employees and several of his female employees."

That made me start laughing too.

"Timmy, Tonya desperately needs a good administrative assistant. I offered the job to Elvira yesterday afternoon. She accepted it immediately."

"You mean Ellie's going to be working for JTandR too?"

"That's correct. She also starts this afternoon."

A wave of disappointment suddenly washed through me. I was happy for Kirby and Elvira, but I felt like a little kid who was to watching all friends get in the car to go to the circus while he had to stay behind. The new project promotions department was going to be a wonderful place to work and I wasn't going to be part of it.

I looked at Martin Jackmister and sighed. "Now more than ever I wish that I could accept the job you just offered me, but I still can't."

He nodded. "You're concerned about Ellen and The Southwest Crier, aren't you."

"Yes."

Finger nails are starting to loosen.......

I feel the end is near!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

cuck4one

Yes the story is drawing to a conclusion, but not quite yet.

GH

"At eight o'clock Monday morning I asked the same two research assistants who had put together the report on Kirby's store to investigate The Crier. It was an easy task for them. They were able to get all the information they needed from telephone contacts and the Internet. At ten o'clock they delivered a detailed report to me."

Mr. Jackmister took a moment to organize his thoughts and then he said, "Timmy I'm sure you're aware of the history of The Crier. It started out as a local neighborhood newspaper. Twenty years ago they were common in our suburban communities. They reported news about local government, the schools and community activities. They generated most of their revenues by running advertisements for area businesses. There was a time that they fulfilled an important need. They reported news that the major metropolitan papers had neither the time nor the inclination to report. Unfortunately that time is long passed. Now people are able to get that information from Internet web sites."

He shrugged. "Your friend Ellen has been trying to operate a newspaper that's an anachronism. Now matter what she does, as long as she stays with the current format her eventual failure is inevitable."

I nodded in agreement. I'd long ago come to that same conclusion. I was just reluctant to admit it. I liked Ellen and I liked working for a newspaper. I didn't want it to fail.

"Timmy, Ellen also fell into a vicious cycle. It's a cycle that's currently affecting the most prestigious publications in America. The Internet is *******ing our newspapers. Circulation is down for all of them. As circulation drops so do advertising revenues. In an effort to try to remain profitable newspapers have to cut their expenses. This means fewer reporters which results in a reduction in content. Of course a sparser, less comprehensive newspaper isn't as satisfying to subscribers, so circulation drops even further."

I smiled. "Which again reduces advertising revenues and that powers the newspaper to make even more cutbacks in staff so that it can continue to remain profitable." I looked at Mr. Jackmister. "Ellen's in a hopeless situation, isn't she."

Mr. Jackmister slowly shook his head. "No Timmy, I don't think she is. My research assistants are good. Once they established the problems Ellen was facing they started looking for possible solutions. They began by looking for successful local newspapers."

"Did they find any?"

"Yes, in fact they found several. They're all local arts, entertainment and dining newspapers. When they're well run these publications can be very successful."

"Do you think Ellen could turn The Crier into one of those?"

"Not on her own. She has another problem. Sunday morning, before we left Eagle Lake, I took a little time to ask Kelly about your two jobs. While we were discussing your situation at The Crier she told me a little bit about Ellen and the problems she's recently had in her permisteral life."

"Her husband abandoned her."

"Yes and that destroyed her financially." Mr. Jackmister leaned forward. "Timmy, Ellen has the s******* to restructure The Crier; but before she can do it she needs some help."

"Can you help her?"

"I already have." Mr. Jackmister was smiling. "I had an accountant and an attorney from my acquisitions section meet with Ellen on Monday afternoon."

"She told me that she was meeting with some people who were interested in buying The Crier. She was excited."

"Yes, she's in debt and she's desperately looking for ways to get out of debt. Timmy we met with her partly to assess her interest in selling The Crier..."

"Selling The Crier?"

"Yes, my analysts are convinced that The Crier can be turned into a profitable business. Timmy, this is one of the ways we make money at JTandR. We find businesses that are failing and buy them. After we make the changes necessary to make them profitable again we either sell them or run them ourselves."

"Are you going to buy The Crier?"

"We already have. We bought it last night."

"What about Ellen? Are you going to power her out?" I was suddenly feeling very uneasy about what Mr. Jackmister was doing.

He smiled. "Timmy your concern for your friends is inspirational. I hope that someday you'll be my friend."

I stared at Mr. Jackmister. Compliments were not going to calm my apprehension.

Recognizing my concern and building agitation he said In a very calm voice; "Timmy I have no intention of powering Ellen out. If we're going to be successful with The Crier, we need her."

He paused and then he added, "But she also needed us. She was desperate and begging for help. The other reamister my representatives met with her on Monday afternoon was to ascertain exactly what her needs were. Of course she needed money and when we bought The Crier she received enough to pay off all of her debts."

He looked at me. "But Timmy, money was not her primary need. Ellen needed structure and support. Owning a small business sounds very romantic, but it has a huge drawback. Small business owners are out there all by themselves. No one is looking out for them. The moment Ellen signed the papers selling The Crier to us she became an employee of JTandR. She now earns a regular salary and has full benefits, benefits that include health insurance for both her and her youngren."

I now understood exactly what Mr. Jackmister had done for Ellen. I smiled at him. "Thank you, that was a very kind thing to do."

He shrugged. "I told you earlier that we're always looking for ways to do some good while we're making money."

I took a deep breath and said, "I assume that I no longer work at The Crier."

"Actually, we'd like you to continue at The Crier, but not editing advertising copy. We'll hire college kids to do that.'

"What about the job writing reports for the hostesses? Don't you want me to do that anymore?" I was suddenly feeling disappointed.

He laughed. "No I definitely want you to do that, but we think you might still have enough time to write a weekly column for The Crier."

"A weekly column?"

"Yes a foods column. It was Mandy's idea. One week you could review a neighborhood restaurant. Maybe the following week you could write about affordable red wines. Another week you might teach our readers how to make quiche Lorraine." He grinned at me. "By the way, I heard that Kirby got two slices. I didn't get any at all."

I laughed. "At my earliest opportunity I promise that I'll make one for you."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise Timmy."

"By the way, in addition to the eighty thousand dollars you'd be earning as the research assistant for our Project Promotion Section, we thought we'd pay you another twenty thousand dollars a year for writing the column. Would that be acceptable?"

"Of course, but..."

"But what? Timmy this is a very fair offer. Everyone at JTandR who knows you is hoping that you'll accept it. Will you?"

I laughed. "If I didn't, I do believe that Kelly would ******* me."

He nodded. "I think that's a certainty."

"Then I guess I'd better take it."

Mr. Jackmister held up his hand. "Timmy there is one more duty that we'd like to give you and I think you should know what it is before you finally agree to accept this position."

"All right." I was again feeling apprehensive.

"The associates we invite to our parties at Eagle Lake and Evergreen are generally our most sexually adventurous clientele. When we entertain these people we try to create a cosmopolitan atmosphere charged with sexual excitement. We want to encourage our associates to feel free to indulge even their most private fantasies."

I nodded. "Yes, Kelly's told me stories that have given me that impression."

"Timmy, I think that you and I have a similar philosophy about sex. If it's between consenting adults and nobody is being injured, then it's purely a matter of permisteral preference."

That made me smile. "Yes, Mr. Jackmister we share the same philosophy."

"At Evergreen tomorrow night, we're entertaining four of our most reliable investors. All four of them are middle aged men with very sophisticated sexual tastes. I would like you to be part of this party."

I shook my head. "Mr. Jackmister, I'm not interested in having sex with a man."

Mr. Jackmister laughed. "Timmy that's not what I'm suggesting. If a man we're entertaining expresses the desire to enjoy the company of another man, I'll hire a professional for him. No Timmy, I want you to attend the party as a slave."

"A slave?"

"Yes, we have a full compliment of household service staff, so you won't actually have to do any work. You'll be introduced as the slave for our four hostesses and during the party they'll all make it a point to make you run a variety of menial errands. Mandy thought you'd enjoy the job."

I chuckled. "Mandy knows me too well."

Mr. Jackmister grinned. "She also knows me too well."

I looked at Mr. Jackmister. "You love Mandy, don't you."

He shook his head. "Timmy you really aren't afraid of me, are you."

I shrugged. "You're not a spider."

Laughing, Mr. Jackmister said, "No I definitely am not."

There was a brief moment of silence and then I said; "Yes, I'll take the job. Mandy's right, I will enjoy it; or at least I'll find it very exciting. It will also give me the chance to travel with Kelly."

"Timmy you do understand that once the associates arrive your wife's attention will be totally focused on another man for the duration of the party. That's her job and it's very important that you do not, under any circumstances disturb her while she's working. None of our guest can have even the slightest inkling that Kelly is your wife."

"I understand."

"Can you do it?"

"I don't think I could have done it a week ago, but now I believe I can.

"That's what Mandy thinks too."

Mr. Jackmister paused for a moment and then he said, "You realize that when she's working Kelly uses the the name, Melody."

"Yes, I understand that all the hostesses have working names."

"Yes, they do. When you're working you'll be known as Bunny."

I laughed. "Is this why my slave name was changed from dicklet last night?"

"Yes, we thought Bunny was a little more suitable."

Mr. Jackmister leaned forward. "Timmy do we have an agreement?"

"Yes I think so. I'll be employed as a research assistant for your new Product Promotion Section. Tonya will be my supervisor. I'll also write a weekly column for the revised Crier and when you entertain associates at Eagle Lake or Evergreen I'll be the hostesses slave, Bunny."

"And we'll pay you an annual salary of one hundred thousand dollars plus bonuses."

I nodded.

He smiled. "Our plane for Evergreen leaves at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Can you be on it?"

"Of course."

Mr. Jackmister stood up and extended his hand to me. "Do we have an agreement?"

I stood up and took his hand. "Yes we do. Thank you very much. I'll try very hard to be a good employee."

We shook hands and then Mr. Jackmister walked over to his desk and picked up his telephone. "Janet will you tell Tonya that we're ready for her."

GH,

You are the man! What an unexpected and most interesting turn of events. Just brilliant! I can't wait to see what happens.

I do have a request for you to consider. Usually, you end your stories once things are settled between the characters. Would you consider telling us what do you see 10 and 30 years into the life of Kelly and Timmy?

Sklavos

Fantastic story GH, like Stormy's story, I read the majority of it straight through. I find myself checking daily for new installments of this fantastic piece of art! You have mastered getting your readers to have a connection with the characters, not just a connection, an emotional connection....the sex is great and written very nicely, but the roller coaster of emotion, that you instill on us the readers is what makes this story, and you an artist! Well done my friend!

Sklavos and Rick R

Thank you, those were both very kind comments. I appreciate them.

Since you have both been following this story you probably know that I write from an outline. I envisioned these last segments over a year ago now. I was excited when I finally go to write them. That was also true of the scene with Mandy's parents.

Last night when I went to bed I was tired and feeling a little down. I was worried that the scenes hadn't worked. When I read your comments this morning I felt much better. Thank you very much.

Sklavos, because I write from an outline I really haven't thought about anything involving these characters beyond the end of this story. It is an interesting question. I'll have to think on it.

Gentlemen

Thank you again for your comments. They keep me enthused about writing.

GH

Mr. Jackmister set his telephone back on its cradle and turned to me. "Timmy the next several weeks are going to be very busy around here. For the past year John Reynolds has been working on a takeover of Artiel Fabricating. They make jet engine parts for several of the largest aircraft manufacturers in the world. Artiel's annual stock holders meeting is next month. Our stock buyout is going to require an enormous amount of capital. Right now we're scrambling to line up investors. A group of four businessmen are flying in from St. Louis this afternoon. This evening John, Wendell and I plan to take them to dinner at the Kensington Grill. After dinner Tonya, Kelly, Keisha and Mandy will be entertaining them in our suites at The Calvert Hotel. I know this is quick, but we can't afford to waste time right now. I would appreciate it if this afternoon you could review the information we have on these four men and put together reports for the girls before they leave to go to The Calvert this evening."

I smiled. "This is why you hired me."

"Yes it is."

"Where can I work?"

"At your desk. I don't have the space to give you a private office. You'll be sharing an office with Kirby and Elvira. When Kirby's not driving his Lincoln he'll be assisting Elvira."

"Where is the office?"

"Tonya can show it you."

There was a knock at the door.

"That should be her now." He turned to the closed door. "Come in."

The door opened. Kelly rushed in first. Mandy and Keisha were right behind her. Antoine, Kirby, Elvira and Tonya followed them. I noticed that Kirby was now dressed in the black three piece suit that was the standard uniform for the Lincoln drivers at JtandR.

Kelly ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. When she was done she grinned at me and said, "Timmy did you take the job?"

Realizing that I rarely had this good an opportunity to torment my wife I lowered my head and quietly said, "No Kelly I didn't"

Next to me I heard Martin Jackmister fetish back a startled snort. I don't think he realized that I loved to tease my wife.

Kelly's smile turned to a frown. "You didn't, why not?"

I made a big production of shaking my head, shrugging my shoulders and sighing. "Kelly honey, I'm so close to finishing my book. Right now I really can't afford to take any time away from it.

Everyone was staring at me in dismay. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at Martin Jackmister. It was taking every bit of self control he could muster to keep from laughing.

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, I know that book is important to you. It's important to me too; but this is a really good opportunity. With both of us earning a large income we could save enough money to be able to retire in ten years. Then we could both write our books."

I grinned at my beautiful wife. "That sounds really nice, doesn't it. It's a good thing I took the job."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and the she balled up her fist and lightly punched my shoulder. "You cuckolds brownie! You were teasing me."

Now everyone was smiling.

I nodded. "Yes I was. Teasing you is one of the great pleasures of my life."

Kelly grinned. "And I have to admit that being teased by you is one of the great pleasures of my life." She leaned forward. Whispering in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear she said, "But you do understand that if you hadn't taken this job I would have cut off your balls and hung them from the rear view mirror of my Mercedes Benz."

The entire group was chuckling as I quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mamister, I understand."

Behind me Mr. Jackmister said, "Timmy I don't think spiders are the only things that scare you."

Kelly looked at him. "Spiders?"

He smiled. "It's an inside joke."

"Martin is Timmy going to Evergreen with us tomorrow?" It was Tonya. She was trying to get the group back on task.

"Yes, he is."

"As Bunny?"

"Absolutely."

Kelly giggled. "Having my little slave boy traveling with us is going to be fun." Then her expression became much more serious. She kissed my cheek and said, "Timmy working together is going to wonderful.."

I smiled. "Yes Kelly, it is."

Mr. Jackmister glanced at the clock on his wall and then he turned to Tonya. "Tonnie, why don't you show Timmy his desk. He promised me that he'd have the reports about the investors from St. Louis ready in time for the four of you to read them before you have to leave to meet them at The Calvert this evening."

Mr. Jackmister turned to Elvira. "Ellie, Janet Collins has the files. You can pick them up from her as you pass by her desk."

Realizing that we had just been dismissed Tonya waved her hand and said, "Come on everyone, let's go back to the section office."

GH, you really need to turn off that little switch in your head that causes you to worry about the story you're weaving for us and how well it's being received. There has never been a weak moment. The story is clever, enchanting, exciting and so well written. You should be extremely proud of your product, it's pure genius. I only wish I could buy you a take and take you out for a round of golf, but I know that won't be possible. Instead you'll just have to accept my sincere Thank You for a job well done. I know you have a little more to finish up here, but I can see that the end is near and it makes me a little sad. You do realize that with Courtesan winding down, the pressure is now shifting over to Stormy and he will have to shoulder the load. I still think the two of you should collaborate on a story, it would be kick ass. I know, I know, the logistics would be way too complex.......just throwing that out there for cuckolds brownies and giggles.

Take care my friend, and again..........THANKS.