Chapter 13: The Office

Amiyah said, “That whittles the selections down to one office, Bill. It’s large. It has two adjoining offices and a smaller waiting room in front. It is furnished, so the price reflects that. It’s right here on St. George Avenue, just three blocks south. It’s a fairly prestigious location.”

I said, “That sounds perfect. Let me see to Mariam before she pees herself.”

Both women turned pink and giggled.

They escorted me to another room and locked the door behind us. Little Marie has a new dress on. She had to get a new dress a few times now since she was putting on weight. She explained away the weight gain to other people by the fact that she’d had a tapeworm.

She shucked the dress over her head. Oh my.

I quickly took off my vest, shirt, and breeches. Amiyah waylaid me for a kiss. I felt out of place in my silk stockings and my hard cock sticking straight up.

Marie was on the quilt on top of the desk by the time I got there. I was barely slowed down by both women taking off their clothes. We had no subterfuge whatsoever this morning was a fuck session, without a doubt. They were both primed up for me to fuck them; and they wanted to fuck me right now!

I approached Marie’s wide open legs and barely moist vagina. I licked her partially open slit, and I repeated that with more drool to wet her enough for entry. I stood and gave my glans a few swipes up and down and began pushing into her. It took several strokes to fully bottom out, but I was soon there tapping my cock-head on her cervix.

Marie said, “OHHhhhhhhhhh ... so good, Bill.”

I looked down at her. Her tits were bordering on cute little B’s now. She had started as barely AA, but they had plumped up lately. Her complexion had cleared up, too. You would not know she had been very sick just weeks ago.

Amiyah was sucking Marie’s breasts, first one and then the other. She played with one nipple with her hands as she sucked the other. Marie’s head rolled side-to-side as she moaned loudly, with the two of us both double-teaming her.

Evidently, these two made no secret of things with me now. They were both bisexuals in a long-time affair. Marie got louder and louder as she came.

“Ohhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh...” she yelled as her crotch slammed up at me.

I quietly squirted in her so she would get her dose of Exo’s. It’s a much healthier feeling pussy, now that she has been healing.

They must have rehearsed this. Mariam soon slid off and Amiyah took her place with her legs open wide in invitation. Her fine, now teenage-looking pussy is open for business, so I gave her the business. The business end of my cock. I looked down as I plunged in and out of her. Her pale light pink flesh and her vivid black hair almost clash.

Amiyah’s legs were soon behind me as she pulled me tight to her vulva. She kissed me, and her pussy took charge of my position. Her legs quickly pumped against me in a hard and rapid way. Amiyah sure knows what works for her.

Her young-feeling thighs are soft. Her own pussy perfume tells me she wants it and needs me too. A big hard dick beats a wooden dildo any day.

Amiyah moaned loudly. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Fuck me, oh, oh, oh, Fuck me BILLLL...”

Evidently, watching and participating with us had Amiyah seriously primed and ready to cum.

Amiyah slowed to a stop. I continued to stay inside her as she began to relax. I stood up so I could play with her titties as I started fucking her again.

This time, it was for me. I enjoyed looking down at her supine young looking body as I pumped my pecker repeatedly into her. I pumped and pumped and then I felt her pussy turbulent and churning as she ramped up again.

“Bill! Oh, wow, wow, Aaaahhhhhh ... you fucker, ssooo good, sooo d-damn gooood...”

This time I had little choice; she pulled a second cum out of me. Her clasping pussy was so welcoming and puffy. Her heels had me jammed up against her super plush, swollen vulva.

I muttered, “Shit, shit ... aaaahhhh ... mmmmmm...”

I noticed we didn’t do the oil-in-the-butt shtick this morning. No dildos were used in the plundering of their teenage-looking and feeling pussies. I think I had reset Amiyah’s body to around 20 and Mariam is somewhere in the late teens. So many women, so little time. I don’t really remember.

Almost like magic, Mariam provided moist cloths and some towels for cleanup. We dressed and went back to Amiyah’s office. I needed an office.

She looked the most likely property up, and it was for rent and or sale. We went down the street, and she let me in. The waiting room had a wood desk and and several wood chairs. No chairs that are too comfortable I noticed.

Behind the desk were two doors. Inside, they each had an executive-style desk. There was an accompanying well-upholstered executive-style chair with wheels. There were also three chairs and a couch in each office. They were cloth upholstered in the same burgundy color as the executive chairs. Between the desk front and the chairs was a burgundy throw carpet. The other flooring is all an unstained light red oak. Each office had two windows for cross ventilation. It was hot as hell since the place had been closed up.

I sent, “Ox, this place has a serious need for a hidden air handler that will keep it more comfortable. Is that possible?”

He said, “Probably, let me check.”

He came back, “Gigziks says this channel is doing very well. This addition is approved for the office and the apartment above, too.”

I told Amiyah, “I’ll take this place as a purchase.”

She said, “Uh, there’s an upstairs, too, and you didn’t even ask the price???”

I grinned at that remark, “Please show me the upstairs.”

We went outside and Amiyah turned left and walked around the corner on the north street side. There was a set of stairs going up; I followed Amiyah up with my hand on her ass, feeling and enjoying her sweet butt. She rocked her hips as she took slow, exaggerated steps. You gotta love an appreciative woman who teases you back.

At the top was a small landing. Amiyah unlocked it, and I was impressed at what I found inside. It has a two-room suite with one room being a bedroom and the other a sitting room. It was fully as large as the downstairs, so it was very roomy.

The sitting room had a closet-looking door, which revealed a privy very much like my room at Morgan House. I didn’t have a maid here to dump the crock of shit daily. We will have to work on that.

If I rented out the room, Amiyah would handle the rent and such. I instantly decided I would not have renters. This solved several problems for me. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable for me at Morgan House. One rooster and so many tempting young pullet chicks were a dangerous situation. I also felt my being there was improper.

No, this is going to be my new bachelor pad.

I said, “Amiyah, nobody is using this right now?”

She said, “No, The previous owner lived up here and worked down below. That’s why there is only one privy. You don’t know how many people come in off the street looking to shit or piss inside your business. Disgusting. It stinks the whole place up.”

I laughed, “Hell Amiyah, if you gotta go, you gotta go.”

With my modified body, shitting was somewhat rare and usually quick. My new improved Exo’s digested food much better than an ordinary human’s system did. I had not really thought about the restroom issue here on Earth 19. Geeze! It was called a “privy” and not a restroom.

So many things here I had yet to understand. It was right there, but I had not really noticed it. The date systems used were different. Were had equal days, but the months and dates were different. Do the Heillizdt know what or why? Whatever.

I said, “I am going to live right here. Morgan House has too many women there now. I will have my things moved after we finalize the papers.”

Amiyah ushered me back to her place. I wrote a bank draft to cover the cost of the building. We signed the papers, and she gave me two sets of keys. They were quite large and clunky.

I sent. “Ox, when you put in the hidden air handler in the office, include the upstairs. Have them put in a hidden incinerator in the poop crock upstairs. Add AI controls to the doors. The key is required downstairs, but it only opens to approved personnel.”

He said, “I had all that working already, including a full security package.’

I said, “Excellent. I still need to find a place for Paloma. She should be in tomorrow or the next day.”

He said, “There is a good bed and breakfast for women only a few blocks away. We should wait for her to see it and approve of it.”

I said, “Thank you, I had no idea something like that even existed.”

I said, “Uhh, what about the portal and stealth bathroom in my Morgan House room?”

He said, “We will move it to your new second-floor apartment or the first floor if you wish.”

I said, “Let’s go with the bathroom on the Second Floor.”

He said, “You got it, if a visitor goes to the doorway, they see the thunder-pot, you will get the regular Earth bathroom.”

I decided I needed my Tea Time. A snack was needed to get me through the day.

I headed to Lara’s Coffee and Tea. It was time I got the her-and-I business behind us. The town was small enough that we could not hide from each other. Her place was one of the few that appeased my sweet tooth and also had decent coffee.

This way, in public, Lara has to behave herself and not make a scene. She seemed a bit on the moody or grumpy side the last time. Was it her period? I didn’t care.

She’d well and truly been rude, a bit too rude after how she had been treating me. I could just as well stayed in Ft. Lauderdale if I wanted to deal with female divas and drama queens.

I entered, and because it was after two pm, it was empty. I headed for a small two-seat table at the back. Lara came over.

She said, “Hello, Bill.”

I said, Good afternoon, Lara.” I see you have bear claws on the board; let me have one of those and a black coffee, please.”

She said, “I’ll be back soon,” as her eyes misted a little.

I thought, Please, no tears, no tears. I hate crying women; it’s an unfair advantage they have over us males.

She went into the back. I think she took a moment to get herself together. She came out with a bear claw on a dish with the coffee. She gave me a fork for the bear claw. It was excellent, as expected. It has apple bits and cinnamon in it. I looked forward to the apple pieces.

I think she did not know what to say as she busied herself while I was there. It was obvious her aunt Amiyah had clued her in on her monumental fuck-up. We had her birth date wrong; Lara was almost five years older than me at 20. Emotionally, she still behaved like a selfish young girl.

I finished, put my coins down, and left. I had done nothing wrong, so if she could not talk about it, oh well. I still plan to come here for sugary snacks anyway.

I went to Morgan House. Mother Olwinna was in the library. I went in and we talked. I told her I felt out of place with all the girls here. I’d found a place and was moving out today. If one of these girls turned up pregnant, I would not be in the picture.”

She sighed. I could tell she was relieved. I kissed her cheek and went up to my room.

I went into the kitchen to say goodbye to Cairistìne. She saw me and came over.

I said, “I’m moving out. It’s not proper for me to stay here any longer. This is a woman’s place now.”

Cairistìne said, “You’ve found another place?”

I said, “I’m all moved already, so I wanted to say goodbye. You’re a great cook and a sweet lady.

Cairistìne hugged me tight and she kissed me on the lips. I grabbed an ass cheek and held her tight to me as I felt her butt cheeks up.

“You, you did something to me. A bit of magic, maybe? M-mmy face is younger, but look at this.”

Cairistìne pulled her skirt up to just below her pussy. I crouched down.

What a pretty pussy.

She said, “Do ya see? I have the legs of a young woman now. You should see my tits. Look at this.”

She pulled her dress up enough that I saw her pussy better. No hair on the labia. Nice.

I pulled Cairistìne’s hips to me and smooched her pussy with a little tongue action before I stood up. I winked at her and smiled.

I said, “I have no idea what your talking about, but thanks all the same, you’re very pretty. Feel free to show me that again.”

She gave me a long gaze that said, “Bullshit, you DO know!”

I snickered.

She continued, I’m Scottish, so we have a little to do with the little people. I know when I have been magicked, I thank you for it. If I found a man, would I get pregnant?”

I winked and said, “No, but you should have a long, healthy life like my stepmother and Caitir will.”

She said, “You scamp. That explains Caitir’s moods lately; you have been under her skirts, too. Come to think of it, she’s looking prettier too?” She gave me a look.

She then said, “Aye, she’s upstairs with the new girls. The place is crawling with girls now, and you are running off. Well, goodbye, young Master Bill. You are a smart one; you are.”

I said, “Goodbye, you tasty treat, Cairistìne MacNia.”

I smacked my lips. I then turned and left. It hurt to walk away. I wish I had another chance at Cairistìne’s fine-looking bare cunt. I could sense she knew that I’d fucked her. She appreciated the wake-up call on her life.

Her question had been as much to allay her fears that she might be pregnant now as it was how it might affect her later. I hope she knows she has at least 50 years ahead of her.