Chapter 7

It was Wednesday morning, not too early, and Mike was in his truck on the way to work. "Lord, you took great pleasure with Gina last night. I believe that in the future she will bear you many children," AI said.

"Yeah, and she seemed to have a good time," Mike answered, remembering last night. Gina was like an animal, all over him, her keening cries of pleasure sounding over and over as for the first time in her life she experienced multiple orgasms.

Never had Mike felt more powerful, more physically powerful and more sexually powerful, than he did last night. He took his three concubines again and again, bending, manipulating their bodies as he wanted, for his pleasure. And when Shannon begged him to take her virgin anus, he used her as he desired, hard, as he wanted, with little thought of her needs. But she didn't mind, orgasming constantly as he thrust his hard organ into her, until finally he erupted inside her convulsing asshole. With that, they finally slept.

He dreamed again of his palace above the alabaster city, but this time the dream didn't involve his death. Instead, it was peaceful as he stood by the open window watching white sailed boats moving across a calm sea. He turned to see behind him the women of his harem talking, laughing quietly together, though again he could hear no sounds. He spied two lovely young sisters, and upon his gesture, they came to kneel before him, to please him with their mouths and soft fingers.

And then it was morning and he awoke to find his concubines worshipping his erect phallus as the sisters had been doing in his dream. Kay had the head between her lips, while Shannon licked and caressed the long shaft, and Gina kissed his thighs while caressing his balls. Raising his head to watch, "That's good, real good," he said.

Gina raised her head to smile at him. "Lord, you're so strong, so powerful, like a panther. I never knew I could be as happy as you made me last night," her voice soft, her dark eyes glowing.

"Lord, you're incredible," Shannon echoed a delighted smile on her face.

Kay letting his cock slide from between her lips to look into Mike's face, her green eyes shining. "Oh Lord, you're so powerful, you're magnificent, like a great lion with his pride, his harem of females, and all we can do is serve you and please you, however you want to take us."

As he pulled into his parking space, Mike smiled at the memory of the tremendous orgasm he experienced this morning, enough to fill the mouths of all three of his concubines. I had six orgasms in twelve hours. I couldn't do that when I was sixteen, he thought. "As I told you before, Lord, you have the capacity to take as much pleasure with your concubines as you desire," AI commented.

Getting out of his pickup, "Yeah, I remember you told me that, it's just pretty amazing to experience it." On the way to the building entrance, he saw Gina's car parked around the corner. Mike had decided they should keep their relationship secret at work for now, so he ordered her to arrive before him. Although if they were discovered, it wouldn't be hard for him to use the power of the crystal to head off any problems.

As he entered the office, Veronica looked at him, her dark eyes flashing, a big smile appearing on her face. "Good morning Mike. Glen said he'd like to see you as soon as you get in."

Mike paused for a moment. "Veronica you're looking very pretty this morning," he said softly, almost whispering. He saw a pink flush spread from her neck to her cheeks. "Okay, thanks," he said, turning toward Glen's office, hearing Veronica sigh loudly as he left.

Terri looked up when he approached her desk. "Mike, Glen wants to see you," she said.

"That's why I'm here," he answered, seeing her cast her eyes down at his words.

"You can go in now, he's off the phone," she said, her eyes still lowered.

Glen looked up from his keyboard as Mike came in. "I talked to Bob Chandler about your partnership. He said he's willing to consider it. He'll be in the office tomorrow or Friday to review your progress and discuss it with you."

Mike smiled. "That's good news. I'll look forward to talking to Bob. I know I've got your support."

"You do, for sure," Glen said. "I'm handing off the Cruz campaign to you. I'll be supporting you all the way, but you're in charge. And I let Bob know that too, that you can handle them a lot better than me."

"Thanks, we'll make it work," Mike said as he exited the office.

Terri stood, holding out a file. "The models are available. They'll be here to meet with you in about an hour."

Paging through the file, "The ones we talked about, are they all available?" Mike asked.

"Yes, we were lucky, and Stan and his crew are available for the video," Terri said, giving Mike the file, a tentative smile playing across her face. When he didn't reply, she lowered her eyes, her body bending as though she wanted to fall to his feet.

Mike turned, carrying the file went into his office, where he found Gina waiting, holding out his mug which he must have left in her studio yesterday. "Morning, Lord," she said, her voice low. "I brought your mug, and full of hot tea, better for you than coffee."

He set the file on his desk, took the mug, checked out the door that no one was looking in, then with his arm around Gina, pulled her to him. "How are you doing, after last night?" he asked, kissing the top of her head as she pressed herself to his chest.

"Great," she whispered, looking up, pausing as he kissed her lips. "You were great. I... I never experienced anything like last night."

He moved back a little, leaning against his desk, still with his arm around her waist. "So you don't mind sharing?"

"Now that I know who... what you are, I... I just feel lucky you picked me."

He looked into her dark eyes. "You know Kay and Shannon are bi and they're gonna look on you as another... uhh... recruit."

She gave him a wry smile. "I haven't done much of that sort of thing. Last night they were okay, just some touching, caressing, things I've done with girls before, and you made me so hot I didn't mind anything they did." Her expression becoming more serious. "How do you want me to handle it? I'll do whatever you tell me."

"As far as I'm concerned, you don't need to do anything with them, unless you want to. If you don't feel comfortable with what they want, you don't need to do it. I'll tell them the same thing, not to try to force you into anything." He kissed her lips lightly. "Now you better get back to work. I'm looking forward to tonight. I hope you can be as wild as you were last night."

"You were the wild one, the king of the jungle, the great lion with his mates... his harem, like Kay said," she laughed pressing close to him. "And don't worry, I'll be ready for whatever you want." Smiling at him, she turned and left the office.

Mike finished the tea, then filled his mug with black coffee. He checked his email and phone messages, reviewed the file on the models, and was typing some notes when Terri called to let him know they were waiting in the conference room. He printed off the notes, checked they were what he wanted and headed for the meeting.

Terri was standing by the door, holding her notepad. The girls Gina, Nikki and Kim, were together at the far end of the table, engaged in what looked like a serious conversation, while the two male models, Steve Grant and Jesse Martinez sat at the other end of the table, across from each other, not speaking.

As soon as Mike caught sight of Kim, AI said, "Lord, Kim has the ancient blood, a great deal, more than Kay," the construct's excitement almost palpable.

Mike looked at Kim, a beautiful black woman, twenty-four years old, married, no children. He had used her before on other jobs and liked her. He had always found her easy to work with, and of course, could not deny how attractive he found her.

"That surprises me," he said. "I guess I never thought that a... someone like her, her race... "

"Lord, any human may have some of the ancient blood, but some have more, enough to hope that if you, who have the most, father children with such women the rule of the Lords of Light may come again. And Kim has a great deal of the ancient blood, much more than your concubine Kay. Surely, Lord, you must have noticed a mutual attraction. Lord, you must take Kim as your concubine."

"No, she's married. I know that like you did with Nikki, you'll tell me that becoming my concubine will make her the happiest girl in the world, but I won't interfere with her marriage."

Mike dropped the file on the table, the others looking up at the sound. The girls smiled at him, while Steve looked at Mike for a moment, then stared down at the table. "I've got some ideas for changes to the commercial." Looking at Gina, "Sorry, but you'll need to change the storyboards."

"I don't mind, it's my job," Gina said, smiling at Mike.

"Okay, here's the way I want it. First, Nikki in her car, showing it to Kim and saying the tag. Then Kim, in another car, showing it to Jesse, with the tag. Then Jesse in another Hyundai, showing it to Steve, with the tag. Then, we'll have Steve say the tag, wave and drive into the distance."

He paused, looking into their faces, waiting for a reaction, and when there was none, continued. "With this, we'll have the opportunity of cutting the commercial into shorter segments of a few seconds, each one with a different model in a Cruz Hyundai saying the tag. With voice over, we can run them as thirty second or shorter spots."

"Sounds good," Gina said, smiling at Mike. "Won't take me long to rough up new storyboards."

"Thanks," Mike said looking at Gina. "And you'll all get the standard fee, even with less screen time," he added to the models.

With a sudden movement, Steve pushed his chair back, stood and turned to face Mike. A frown disfiguring his handsome features, his voice loud, he said, "That's not what I want. Some of us," he looked at Nikki, then back to Mike, "Don't wanna just do commercials our whole life, we wanna get into films. And cutting back our screen time like you're doing isn't right." Glaring at Mike, his right hand a fist, he continued, "I want more screen time. Before it was just Nikki and me, now I'm only gonna be on a fourth of the time. I want more."

Nikki moved to Steve. Taking hold of his arm, "It's alright, Steve honey," she said. "We're gonna make it, and the money we'll get from this job will be enough for us to get by on for a couple of months. And you can keep on with your lessons, too."

Steve shook off her hand. "No, it's not enough. We're just wasting our time on these two-bit commercials. They're just local, anyway, we're not even getting national exposure." He turned, looking at Nikki's upturned face. "I'm walkin outta here, you can come with or stay. I don't give a shit what you do."

As Steve moved toward the exit, Nikki buried her face in her hands, Gina and Kim quickly moving to comfort her.

"Hold it," Mike said to Steve, at the same time willing him to stop. "I know I changed the shoot. But I promise, Steve, next time I'll make sure you get a lot more exposure." While saying this he was willing Steve to Agree... Agree... Agree.

Steve turned from the door, staring into Mike's face. "Okay, but you gotta know I want more than just bein in your shitty commercials. I'm gonna make it big some day and you'll be sorry if you don't follow through like you promised." He moved back to his seat. After a moment, he reached his hand out to Nikki, but she just stared at him, then returned to the end of the table.

When everyone was seated again, "Okay, you probably want to do some quick sketches for the storyboards," Mike said to Gina.

Gina stood, looked at the models. "Let's go out to the parking lot. I can do a few sketches of you in your cars, then you can go. Mike, I'll have the watercolor boards done for your approval in a couple days. Then we can present them to the client Tuesday." "Okay... good," Mike said before turning to look at the others. "We want the models here Tuesday for client approval."

"More approvals, this is Bullshit!" Steve said too loudly.

"Maybe you think it's bullshit," Mike said his voice angry. "But it's what pays me and you and everyone else here. So just calm down and cooperate." At the same time willing Steve to yield to his will.

"Come on, let's go," Gina said, leading the models out of the room.

Mike told Terri to get letters of agreement ready for the models to sign before they left, then went back to his office.

He grabbed the pile of memos that had collected in his in basket the last couple of days and started to go through it. Terri brought in the six letters of agreement for the models to do the Cruz commercial. He looked them over, they were the standard letter, so there was no real question about signing them.

Mike was leafing through the latest Ad Age when Terri brought in the signed letters of agreement. He told her to file them, and as she was leaving his office Gina called. "I've got the rough sketches done, but I need to fill them in a little while I've still got everything in my memory. So, I'm gonna work through lunch. Veronica's ordering from the deli. You wanna join me? We'll have time for dessert... something special."

"Sounds good," Mike laughed. "I'll be over in a few minutes."

Mike put down the magazine and was just rising from his chair when the phone rang again. It was Veronica. "Mike, a Mr. Velasquez is on the line. He says he needs to talk to you right away, but I told him you might be at lunch. Do you want me to put him through?"

"Yeah, I'd better talk to him," Mike said wondering why Velasquez was calling.

Immediately, Mike could hear the tension in the Senator's voice. "Lord, I'm sorry, but I made a huge mistake."

"What is it?" Mike said, trying to keep calm.

"This morning, at home, Steve Lanz, he's the other one with a crystal here in the States, in Florida, called and asked how my campaign was going and if he could help. I said it was going fine, just getting started really. He mentioned my ring, that it would help with my re-election. And I said I didn't have the ring because the crystal was being reset. Lord, with those words I betrayed you. I don't know how I could have been so careless."

"Okay, that's what I told you to say, it's not your fault."

"But Lord, there's more," Velasquez continued. "Just a few minutes ago Steve called me back here, at my campaign headquarters, to tell me he was coming to LA tomorrow to help with my campaign, and that I should meet him at the airport, at 2:30, when his flight arrives. He'll know something is wrong when he sees I don't have the ring and finds out it's not really being repaired."

"Shit!" Mike said loudly. "He probably thinks something's wrong because you let the ring out of your possession."

"I'm sorry Lord, I should have said something else. I just didn't know..."

"It's not your fault," Mike said, calmer now. "I should have considered that other members of your society, one of the others with a crystal, might contact you."

"We call it the Order of the Crystal, Lord, and I should have said something else, but I didn't know what to say."

Mike was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Okay, can you come here to talk to me about this, so we can figure out how to handle it?"

"I've got a lunch meeting scheduled, but I can get out of it if you want Lord."

Mike ordered the Senator to come to his office. He called Gina to tell her he'd have to skip lunch with her, then tried to catch Veronica before she left for lunch, but she was already gone. He called the deli and changed their order, getting a sandwich for Velasquez.

Nervous about the impending confrontation, Mike got up and walked out to the reception area, pacing back and forth, waiting for the deli delivery. "Lord, I'm sure you will be able to overcome Steve Lanz, just as you did Senator Velasquez," AI said.

"That's not what I'm worried about. If he contacted the other members of the Order and they act against me... us, combined they might be more than I can handle."

"I didn't consider that Lord. It's possible, they might be able to overcome you, all of them together," AI said, his worry obvious.

Mike continued pacing until the deli car pulled up in front. When the boy came in, he took the box with the two sandwiches into his office, directing the boy to Gina's work area.

He was pacing again, out front, when Velasquez pulled his white Caddy into the guest parking space. As he came into the reception area, "Come into my office. I've ordered lunch," Mike said.

The box from the deli was on Mike's desk. He sat down, Velasquez taking the chair opposite. "You want ham or roast beef?" Mike asked, taking the sandwiches from the box.

"Roast beef Lord, if it's okay with you," Velasquez answered. "Please Lord, forgive me, I should have known Steve would be suspicious. None of us would ever let a crystal out of our sight."

"Yeah, I know. Don't blame yourself, it wasn't your fault. I should have thought of that before giving you that command. Okay, now let's figure out how we're gonna take care of him."

When Velasquez left after about a half-hour, Mike called Terri into his office. "Your boyfriend, the detective, can you get him to come here, this afternoon?"

"He's Detective Wizinski, Roy Wizinski, and I broke up with him a while ago, I don't know if he'd be interested. And I don't want to see him, it was me who ended the relationship."

Mike looked into Terri's face as she stood before him, obviously uncomfortable. "Listen, this is a way you can help me," he said, his voice low. "It doesn't need to be about your relationship. Just call him and ask if he can come over, that you've got a problem and as a friend you're requesting his help. Now, you can do that, can't you?"

"Yes... yes sir, I can do it, if that's what you want."

"Okay, go give him a call, now."

In a few minutes, Terri called Mike. "He'll be here at four. I... I think he thinks I want to get back with him, but I don't."

"I know, Terri. Don't worry, once he gets here, I'll take care of him."

Though Mike was nervous the rest of the afternoon, he felt a little better because now at least he had a plan for dealing with Steve Lanz.

Gina came by later, to show him her sketches. She was disappointed he hadn't been able to join her for lunch and concerned when she saw how agitated he was. Her lips forming a mischievous smile, "How about I help you relax, Lord," touching his thigh. "I could give you a blow job. It won't take long and it would help calm you."

"Not now, save that for later," Mike said with a laugh, but still worried.

After checking again they weren't being observed, Gina gave him a quick kiss. "Okay Lord, tonight then, but it would do you a lot of good now," she said as she left his office.

"Lord, I think your concubine Gina is right," AI said. "A brief encounter now would help relieve your stress. Perhaps you would prefer Terri or Veronica. I am sure an encounter with either of them would be equally beneficial."

"Not now, just leave me alone," Mike answered then began shuffling through the work on his desk. One good thing about his anxiety, it gave him plenty of nervous energy that let him get a lot accomplished.