Chapter 14

When I woke Thursday morning, I was energized, thinking about the event scheduled for tonight and the potential for the ‘after’ party.

Looking at either side of me, both Dakota and Jennifer were facing away from me. Jennifer had kicked off all the covers off her body, whereas Dakota was all cocooned up in them.

As stealthy as I could be, I got up for my morning duties in the bathroom. I decided while I was in there that I would take a shower to wash off all the sex that might be emanating from my body after such a delicious night of debauchery with my beautiful women.

I head down the hall, wondering where Amy had gone to. I pushed open Tina’s door and see my darling Amy and Tina all snuggled up into one another. I smiled and quietly close the door.

In the kitchen, I put on the coffee pot for Dakota, figuring that the smell of hot coffee would wake my blond goddess.

My mind was doing the daily checklist for today. I opened the laptop seeing hundreds of emails in my work mailbox.

I rolled my eyes, thinking ‘what now’?

Many of the emails were just butt-kissing emails about seeing me on TV helping the FBI. That reminded me to make a note about setting up the meal for the Agents that worked that case.

However, a secondary idea came to mind. What if we had a delightful BBQ at the Commune? With two brand new large BBQs, we could certainly have a delightful time, inviting both spouses and kids. Truly a family event.

I found an email from Roger. He thanks me for sending him yet another quality candidate for the security team. He went on to say that he will still be out of town a couple more weeks and to please keep his Tina ‘entertained’ followed by a “ha, ha, ha”. I replied that I was happy to do so.

An email from Paula told me that the armed Chauffeur program had not even moved, as Roger was way too busy to put it into action. She inquired about finding someone else to handle the training. I replied that I need to think on that as I don’t want to put the program on the shelf, but maybe Roger can suggest someone to help us out.

There were several emails from managers who I had noted that their restaurant’s performance had slipped greatly and wanted to know their action plan for correcting things.

One email announced their resignation. Two thought I was being too critical. After all, it was only the third time that they had a bad month in the past year. Two more had sent me their action plans, which looked lame at best. However, one was exactly what I was looking for. Clear, concise, and willing to accept responsibility for the decline. That manager did point out that the restaurant was having difficulties with maintenance. The facility was one of the oldest in Tampa Bay and needed serious renovation. The manager asked if there were any plans for renovation or maybe moving the restaurant from the declining high crime neighborhood to another location just a couple of miles north to a section of town called Seminole Heights. A neighborhood that has been going through renovations and is making a huge comeback in the city.

I made notes about this and to have Jennifer investigate this Seminole Heights part of Tampa. I also made a note that I needed to call that manager personally. It occurred to me that the manager’s boss, the district manager, had not responded to my emails about the decline. I also made a note to investigate what was going on with that DM.

I had also received several emails from the trucking company. They were responding to issues with the tires that they had always been buying for the rigs. The price had more than doubled in the last 6 months and the quality had gone down noticeably. I responded that I would investigate and hopefully have an answer by Monday at the latest, remembering that the closing on the fab five would also be on Monday.

There was also an email from Bob Jaxson. He said he had identified another company for us to acquire, but he didn’t want to overload me with new projects. The new company he was thinking about acquiring was a 350-unit truck-stop/restaurant/gas station spread out across the US. He wanted feedback on my thoughts.

I sat and pondered that for a few minutes before my darling Dakota put her delicate hands over my eyes asking, ‘guess who’. I reached around behind me and pulled her around so that I may kiss her properly. She responded quite well. She sat down on my lap and put her arms around me as we put our lips together, as lovers often do.

“Darling, we have much to get accomplished today. Let’s save the play for tonight?”

“OK, but I hope I get to play with you tonight, Daddy,” she replies, putting on her pouty face.

I remind her that we will be leaving the Commune about 5. She, Amy, Tina, and Jennifer need to have outfits to change into at the new house as we won’t be coming back here once we leave. I also remind her that we will have the ‘tenants’ from the pool house joining us as well as Fred’s nephews and Miguel, the good-looking locksmith. Dakota responded in pure Dakota fashion, by licking her lips.

In my head, the 350-unit truck stop seemed like a good idea. We could use the finance company to issue a specific credit card series made specifically for the truck-stop and automatically issue them to our fleet of trucks. In addition, I gave serious thought to buying a huge quantity of tires either from Continental or another top brand for our trucks. I sent out a couple of emails to the trucking managers asking for opinions regarding the tire issues and if they had preferences on a brand.

As I heard the rest of the house begin to stir, Tina dragged her tired ass out to the coffee pot looking like a woman who was ridden hard and, well, not even put away. I think she passed out from exhaustion rather than ‘falling asleep’, but that’s just an opinion.

“Good Morning darling, rough night?” I asked.

She just put her hand up in the ‘stop’ fashion, telling me without words to zip it.

I just chuckled and went back to work on my laptop.

Jennifer began kissing me from behind again, however this time I knew who it was from the start.

“Good morning, beautiful, sleep well?” I asked rhetorically.

“No, some bastard kept putting his cock in me, making me all wet. Then, he had the nerve of making me orgasm over and over until I couldn’t go any longer,” she replied with her usual smiling and giggling.

“That bastard, I’ll have to have a word with him later,” I said with a big cheesy grin on my face.

By this time, Amy finally dragged her well-worn ass out to the kitchen. She went directly to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, black, no sugar, no cream. She took a big gulp announcing, “Fuck, that shit is hot.” We all just laughed at her, which she turned a shade of red from embarrassment.

“Remember ladies, once you leave here today, we will be leaving for tonight’s festivities from the Commune and returning to the Commune later. We won’t be coming back here, so please take everything you will need with you before you leave here. Also, remember there is no makeup, hair stuff, nor smelly good stuff at the Commune,” I say to everyone.

“Jennifer, maybe you and Tina could go to Target or someplace like that to get towels, sheets, and pillows for all the beds that we are having delivered today. Check with Dakota to find out how many of each size bed should be arriving today,” I suggest to her.

“Dakota, will you go and pick up John and Diane? Oh wait, I think John is supposed to be at the call center early, like 9?”

I check my cell phone, finding Paula’s text about John’s schedule. Indeed, he’s scheduled to work today. However, I notice that he was scheduled yesterday as well, but he spent the entire day working at the Commune. I need to call Donna. Did John leave her short-handed? Did he call out? Did John tell me, or did I just not hear him?

“On second thought, Dakota, let me get you some cash. You and Amy could go do the grocery shopping that didn’t come to a good ending, as that grocery store doesn’t take AMEX. Also, get some bottles of good liquor and decent beer. Would the two of you do that for Daddy?” I ask them in my own unique way.

Instead of a verbal acknowledgment, each one kisses me and gives my cock a squeeze. I just smile a big smile. In my head, at least, tonight would be a wonderful night, even with the additional 7 but still missing my queen. I went down to the firebox and grabbed $800 and handed it to Dakota, who gave me a kiss.

It really didn’t take all that long before Fred showed up. Jennifer rode with me to the Commune since I had ‘kidnapped’ her willingly from her own house yesterday.

I called John from the car.

“John, are you at work today?” I asked.

“No, sir. Donna was looking for people to send home as I was just clocking in, so I decided I would make it easy for her and just not clock-in,” He told me.

This concerned me that Donna had gone to sending people home. What was the issue? Had calls dropped off? Did we have too many people in the Call Center? Maybe we need to expand the Call Center’s duties to include handling some of the trucking company’s reservations as well.

My phone buzzes after I hang up with John. It’s Diane.

“Daddy, where’s Jennifer? She isn’t answering her phone,” Diane says.

“She’s right here,” I tell her as I hand my phone to Jennifer.

Jennifer chats with Diane for a few minutes, only to learn that Jennifer never picked up her phone when she left the house with me yesterday. I suggested to Jennifer that John and Diane come to the Commune, but to bring an overnight bag that has at least two changes of clothes in it. I figured that we would make this a long weekend of fun and debauchery.

Jennifer began rubbing my cock through my shorts as she continued to chat with Diane. It didn’t take very long for Jennifer to have me hard.

Once again, this gorgeous woman had me fully erect in my shorts, wanting a release. I just sat back and let Jen have her way with my manhood.

She rolled up the privacy window to keep Fred from watching us and not the road.

Jen unzipped me and fished out my erect manhood. She wasted no time in licking the shaft and head of my cock. She unsnapped my shorts, allowing her access to my balls as well as my cock.

I just closed my eyes, enjoying the wonderful ride in her mouth that her oral skills were providing. I felt her mouth engulf my entire cock, allowing the tip of my head to touch the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

I don’t know what it is about that sound of a woman gagging on my cock, but in my head, it sure is erotic.

Instinctively, I put my hand on the back of her head, pushing it down on me further. Now, she is gagging almost continually with huge amounts of saliva dripping from her onto the seat between my legs.

I move my hand off her head, allowing her to retreat from my cock is at the entrance to her throat. As she gasped for air, I began to undress her. Yeah, I know that I told the ladies in the kitchen to wait until tonight to play. However, having Jennifer already sucking my cock changed my mind.

Being fully naked, I urge her to sit on my cock. She complies without hesitation. I feel her wet womanhood slide completely down on my cock. She begins bouncing on me with a passion. She leans in and kisses me hard and passionately. I begin tweaking her nipples, which in turn causes her to moan into my mouth. The more she moans, the more I tweak. The more I tweak, the more she grinds her crotch onto mine. I feel her pussy tightening around my cock as each wave of orgasm washes through her beautiful body.

“Oh baby, this is a wonderful way to go to work,” she says between moans.

She finally hits her first big orgasm saying, “OH GAWD DAVID, I’M CUMMMMMMMMING!”

I feel the splash of her cum juice hit my thighs as I thrust into her hard to release my own orgasmic juice. “DAMN DARLING, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GREAT!”

I empty my entire contents into her wet, willing pussy. She moans in acceptance. We continued fucking for a few minutes further. I feel her pussy spasm over and over as she continues to have orgasm after orgasm. “FUCK ME DAVID, HOW DO YOU DO THAT? YOU MAKE ME SO DAMN HORNY,” she says to me before collapsing on my chest.

I put my arms around her and pull her in tight to me. I look into her eyes, so sincere, so willing, so heartfull. I slowly and deliberately lean in and kiss her passionately. Fred inches the privacy screen down about an inch to announce that we are about 2 minutes from the Commune. I thank him and put the screen back up.

As Jennifer and I gather our senses, I gently move her off my lap to pull my shorts and boxers back up. She begins by putting her panties and bra back on first, then her pants and finally her blouse. She finished off with her shoes just as Fred pulled into the parkway of the Commune.

As we went into the Commune, I reminded Fred that the two-stretch limos should be here by 5pm. He said he would be here with another veteran driver for tonight.

I thanked him once again, giving him three $100 bills as a tip even though he tried to again object. I just folded the bills in half and put them into his shirt pocket. I did ask if he would be interested in joining us tonight. He declined, saying that the type of music that we were going to see was not his type of music. He enjoyed more of the big band era music from WWII. I thanked him again, and he headed off.

Once inside, I called Donna to get an answer about John and why people were being sent home.

“Donna, my darling, I hear that my boy John has been off the past couple of days. What’s going on? Should I worry that he’s skipping work?” I ask.

“No, sir. He’s been quite the help, as our labor budget is getting all shot to hell. Mostly because of the restaurants that have been shut down, our restaurant reservations have taken a beating and thus I’ve been having to send people, who are willing, to go home,” she tells me.

“I have an idea that might help things. What if we were to take on reservations for the trucking company as well? People or companies that need things moved would call an 800 number that would route the calls to the three call centers. I figure that we would need to set up some training, as moving stuff is different than making a hotel or restaurant reservations. What do you think of the idea so far? Do you think that we can make this work?” I ask her.

“Let me work on that for a couple of days. I like the idea but need to sketch some things out like: like what training needs to be accomplished, how many people need to be on each trucking team, can we cross-train others to handle overflow if we get too busy, when is the busy times for the trucking company during the year, do they have a season. Stuff like that, I need to sketch out first,” Donna explains to me.

“Call Arthur Beeman. He currently handles most of the issues for the trucking company. He should be your primary go-to source for that information. Why don’t you put a plan together and email it to me by next Wednesday,” I say to her.

She thanks me and asks if she is also invited to the concert tonight. “Of course, you are my darling. You are always invited to everything that we do. You need not even ask. We’re leaving from the Commune about 5. Bring at least two changes of clothes and whatever girly stuff you’ll need as we don’t have makeup, hair stuff, or perfume of any sort yet. I will expect that you should leave the Call Center about 3 to get yourself ready before 5. Text Dakota if you have any questions. I got to go now, my darling,” I say to her as I end the call.

I put in a call to Jill.

“Hey, my sexy darling. How are you feeling today?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m fine. I miss you. I hear you have a party going on at the concert tonight, then everyone goes back to the Commune. I certainly wish I was going to be there. I would love to put my hands on you, plus I hear the women from the pool house already got a piece of you,” Jill says with a giggle.

“Who told you?” I asked.