Chapter 30: The Baker

Rebecca asked, “How in the hell would I be able to afford a better home?”

I said, “You’re my concubine, and I’m your partner. I would find you a larger, better location. One on a popular avenue nearer to the middle of town. More foot traffic means better access to your products. More curious people would likely come in. Some will buy things on impulse. This would create customers. A low to middle-class man or woman might be swayed to move up to a better pipe. Lots of smokers like to have many pipes to rotate through them. A better location makes your products more available. More sales would result.”

She said, “I could not pay you for that.”

“I’ll take it out in trade.”

“What does that mean?”

I said, “You would be mine.”

Continuing, “The other option is, you and Emilia could move into the big house I have bought. You could live there and walk to work every day. You two would live with me; I’ll take care of you. You help take care of my physical needs as well. That way, I could be a good father to any children you decide to have.”

She said, “Oh. How could ‘I’ have children? I need to work here. What are physical needs? What does that mean...?”

I said, “It means sex with me, as much or as little as you want. I need a lot of sex. I already have several other concubines that are going to be living there.”

She said, “Holy shit, you already have yourself a seraglio?”

I said, “You ARE a concubine, after all. Both of you are. I made you concubines because I have claimed you as mine. That’s what it means. You already take care of many of my ‘needs.’ This way, you would have better benefits and daily access.”

Continued, “I could put in a portal in your bedroom to here. Your bedroom upstairs already has one. You could come here daily, even while pregnant, and step from your bedroom at the house to here. We could easily move the portal downstairs. Maybe being pregnant, that rickety ladder might become a problem for you.”

She said, “If I wanted to be the one to have the baby, how could that work?”

I said, “Your sister works here in the store. You spend a few months teaching her your trade. You two trade off working the store. You could be open more hours if you shared the duties here. Longer hours or maybe be open every day of the week. That would be independent of whether you are here or in a better spot in town. A better spot would obviously be more profitable. How many hours do you want to be open to make more money? Will people want to come here on non-working days? Most regular stores are closed then.”

She said, “OK, OK. We need to stop talking. I have ideas but Emilia and I have to have a long talk about all this. Does she know she’s been turned into a succubus now?”

I said, “I don’t think Emilia does. She had her evil way with me and then promptly fell asleep after I’d sexed her up good. I grabbed her nipples, and she came hard. Uhm, I made a discovery and linked you girls nipples to your pussy. A little nipple play makes you cum. Evidently, Succubus cum harder than ordinary women.

She rubbed her hands together and said, “Wow, this is going to be fun. She doesn’t even know she’s become a succubus and we have a giant personal upheaval staring us in the face. Where is this new house?”

I said, “At the northwest end of Scotland Ave. It has a lovely waterfront view. I hear everyone here calls it The Big House. The property takes up an entire city block.”

She said, “That’s in the uppity section of town, isn’t it?”

“It is very uppity. If you want, I can supply you with more clothes. Better clothes, maybe?”

She grinned and said, “I know what I’m voting for.”

I said, “The house is huge and very plush inside. It is actually remarkably luxurious. I have a cook and two maids or housekeepers if you will. It has a fancy English garden outside. Inside, it has magnificent furnishings. There will be many more women there you can visit with.”

She said, “Can we smoke inside the house?”

I said, “I haven’t decided that yet. I have other women to consider. There is an outside porch that goes all the way around the house. There is my den or study. You could smoke there and in your own rooms. I have not thought about that yet.”

Ox sent, “Besides that fact, they will all have Exo’s and suffer no health problems from smoke. No withdrawal symptoms either if you or they don’t want to smoke. You will not feel the ‘need’ to smoke at home.”

I said, “Ox, That’s only the physical part. There’s an emotional component where you smoke because it naturally soothes the savage soul. You’re doing something just-for-you. Your hands go through familiar motions daily. That’s very soothing on its own. The addiction is more than chemical; the act of lighting up is comforting. It’s a ritual of sorts.”

I said, “Rebecca, don’t worry about smoking at home; it won’t be an issue. I just made up my mind.”

She said, ‘What do I do today?”

I said, “Let’s step into the back room for a minute.”

She smiled.

We went in the back room and I had her get on the table. I had her lay on the table with her skirt up. I hiked my kilt up and slid into her slowly. The Exo’s allowed easy entry. I pulled her loose corset down and barely touched her left nipple. Her pussy promptly started to shudder and convulse.

In seconds, I felt that telltale feeling in my back and balls. I looked at her magnificent tawny-haired cunt for inspiration and joined her. We stayed together for a minute, enjoying the afterglow. I had to continually talk to her about the house so she would not pass out like Emilia had.

I withdrew, and we got ourselves together and went out into the store. I knew we were not going to get caught in the act. Ox has sensors and cameras everywhere.

I kissed Rebecca goodbye and said I would be in tomorrow to see what they decided.

I felt rather peckish and decided I wanted to visit the café. I had been avoiding it for a while. I was actually really avoiding Lara, not the café itself. I found it a delightful place. Fuck it, I was going there and have a better cup of coffee and a sinful snack.

I had come to the realization some of my issues with Lara were caused by my own attitude. I had given her the bum rush, and she had balked at my treatment of her.

It was a ten-minute walk. I began to people-watch a lot. I stumbled when Ox threw in an up-skirt video of a young woman I was approaching on the sidewalk. My left eye was suddenly co-opted by a live vid of her pussy, thereby disorienting me. I paused as I enjoyed the sight. The woman’s pussy lips moved against each other at each step

“Ox! WTF, Dude? I almost stumbled into that woman. Pretty little pussy, but shit, warn me next time.”

“Yes, boss, will do. I will say “incoming” like it was a battle zone.”

I said, “Watching old videos again? Did Emilia’s recent hard fuck remind you of warfare? It sure did remind me. Sheesh.”

Ox sent, “That girl’s name is Noella; she’s only fifteen. She started in the spring at college. She’s a foundering student about to get the academic ax. Let me remind you of what you just saw.”

He played a real-time video of her up-skirt while she walked the other way. I paused again and stared at a window so I could fully enjoy the view. Noella’s pussy was lovely; her pussy lips worked against each other as she walked. They were swollen.

I had just left two of my lovers satisfied. Now, I was already lusting for a new girl within 100 feet of Rebecca’s store.

I sent, “That’s a fine-looking girl. Keep track of her. I have things to do and want a coffee and snack at Lara’s café.”

The scene in my left eye automatically changed to another up-skirt.

Ox said, “Let me remind you of Lara.”

He then went to split screen and showed Lara completely nude and getting ready for work on the right and the current up-skirt on the left.

I had my first look at Lara fully and in the light of day. Oh my!!! I could use that as a model to change her lovely Aunt Amiyah.

I needed to get moving again. People were beginning to stare at me frozen in front of that store.

I soon walked into the café and noticed Lara as soon as she looked and saw me. She rushed over.

She whispered, “I thought I had driven you off permanently. I’m so glad you came back.”

We walked to a table.

I smiled and said, “Lara, Bring whatever’s best this morning and a black coffee. Could we take a few minutes to talk?”

She said, “Yes, I would like that.”

She curtsied and left. She came right back with a huge Danish pastry with red topping and a big mug of coffee.

‘Oh, I get a special coffee cup this morning.’

She put them down, and she hesitated.

Ox sent, “Body language says she wants to sit in your lap.”

I sent, “Not just yet, Ox. Need COFFEE!”

Ox giggled at me. “Asshole! You have your viewers to make happy.”

I said, “They need a little drama, too. It cannot always be ‘Bill goes fuck-fuck twenty-four-seven.’ That seems pretty boring.”

I took a long, slow sip as Lara settled across from me. She put her hand on my left hand.

I looked at her a second and said, “I owe you an apology. What happened was more my fault than it was yours. I had to think about it a lot to figure out that ‘I’ had screwed up.”

She said, “Really? I thought I was the one that messed everything up.”