Chapter 8

“Well, we don’t really know. She’s in a coma. They’re going to try to get her out of the coma today. She lost the baby she was carrying the other night at dinner. It’s a long story.” I tell her.

She asks which way to Dakota. I just point down the hall. I head to the kitchen to put on the coffee for my baby momma.

I hear some squeals coming from the bedroom. I go in there to see Dakota and her kissing. I just shake my head.

“Daddy, why don’t you come join us? I’m interviewing for the Commune.” Dakota says, smiling to me her beautiful smile. I think to myself, ‘how is it she just woke up, and she is so stunningly beautiful?’

“Daddy?” Amy asks.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you? I’m pregnant by Daddy. But I’m not the only one who calls him Daddy. Do you remember Diane? She now calls him Daddy as well. So does Tina,” Dakota says to Amy.

“David, you got all of them pregnant?” Amy asks.

“Um, no. Tina’s pregnancy has nothing to do with me. Diane calls me Daddy because she believes that in the few short months that I’ve known her, I’ve been more like a Daddy to her than the guy who ran out on her and her Mother.” I explain purposely leaving out Diane may be pregnant since it may be John’s baby.

I get into the shower. Again, since I’m in there alone in the shower, it only takes a few minutes and I’m done.

I walk out into the bedroom, naked. I see Amy eyeballing my cock. Dakota says to her, “Why don’t you go make Daddy happy?”

Amy jumps off the bed, grabbing my arm and pushing me onto the bed. She begins stroking my cock. It only takes a few strokes before it is pointing at the ceiling and leaking some pre-cum droplets.

Amy sheds her clothes quickly. She pushes me back on the bed, making my head land in Dakota’s lap.

She straddles my raging hard on and lowers herself down upon it. She begins to ride me like she’s riding a pogo stick. I thrust up into her as best as I can. After a few upward strokes, I roll her over and begin plunging my cock into her with increased thrusts. She begins moaning and swearing. I’m getting close to Sasha-mode. She is writhing underneath me. I feel her body having wave after wave of orgasms wash through her body.

“OH, FUCK ME, DAVID. I’VE MISSED THIS SO DAMN MUCH.” She says to me.

I keep thrusting hard into her. She reaches a peak yet again, “FUCK ME, HOW DO YOU MAKE ME CUM SO DAMN MUCH?” As I feel her wet wanton pussy grasping my cock and her woman juice squirting all over my thighs.

I’m still pumping my cock into her when orgasm number three arrives, “OOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEE” She says in one long orgasmic phrase.

Her eyes are now completely glazed over. The pupils are now drifting into the back of her eyelids. And then it happened.

She goes totally limp. No breathing. No response. No conscious outward response.

Dakota slaps her across the face. She gulps a huge amount of air. Her eyes open but she is still clearly in a dream state.

“Amy, are you OK?” I ask

“Huh? What happened?” She asks me.

Dakota begins laughing, “Amy, welcome to the club. Daddy fucked you unconscious. It is one of the sexiest things to see. Apparently, only Daddy can do that. You’re now his.” She says with a bit of a chuckle and a bit of seriousness.

“Does that mean I can stay with you?” She asks a bit sheepishly.

“Hun, it doesn’t take me fucking you for you to stay with us. Clearly Dakota loves having you here. Dakota, what do you think? Is she allowed to stay with us?”

“Hell, yes Daddy! I loved playing with her in Vegas. She tastes sweet. She’s always willing to fuck, and she got spit-roasted by John and Marcus and wore both of them out. She’s on my team, not that skank you had here yesterday. What was her name? Darleen? She can go away, for a long time. She wasn’t fun to play with at all. She just wanted the spotlight all to herself.” Dakota says with a bit of venom in her voice.

“Well then, we won’t invite Darleen anymore.”

I get off Amy, who still hasn’t calmed down from her intense orgasms and being fucked unconscious.

I get off the bed and head into the shower to rinse off Amy’s woman juice from my body.

As I’m getting out of the shower, both Amy and Dakota enter the bathroom. I kiss each one and head out. I put on a pair of dress shorts, one of my Columbia brand Cuban style shirts. I put my wallet, keys, and cell phone in my pockets. I open the fire box and grab another $500 noting to myself that we’re down to less than $2000 left in the box.

I hear orgasmic sounds coming from the bathroom.

I head down the hall, pouring myself a glass of pineapple juice before logging on to my laptop.

I make notes of things. I send out several quick emails. I notice that the Vegas restaurant has now moved into the number 2 spot in the whole company. I send the district manager, the restaurant General manager, and the head chef a note of congratulations.

I also send out a couple of emails to units that have fallen far down the standings. I note that they need to improve in various areas and request an action plan no later than Wednesday morning, 10am LA time.

I decide to call Dr. Ronda.

“Hey Ronda. How’s my beautiful wife doing today?” I ask.

“She’s awake. We gave her several shots and hung a bag of medicine to allow her body to wake itself up. She woke about 20 minutes ago. We’re going to feed her some soft food till after lunch then we will move her to some easy to digest things since she hasn’t eaten since your dinner three days ago. Hey, I got a call from John’s girlfriend. She says she thinks she’s pregnant and wants to come see me today to confirm. Did you know she was pregnant? She said that it may be yours, or John’s. She’s not sure.” Dr. Ronda says to me.

“Yes, I know. Please run a paternity test when it’s possible. I believe that it is John’s, but it is possible to be mine.” I say to her.

“Wow David, is there anyone you haven’t gotten pregnant yet?” She says giggling.

“Well, yes ... you.” I say smiling as I say that to her.

“If I wanted a baby, you certainly would be tops on my list of Father candidates. However, I take birth control just for that reason.” She says to me.

“Darling, please tell my gorgeous wife that I’m heading her way soon. We were going to stop for breakfast, but now I think we should just show up.” I say to the doctor.

“No, David. Go have breakfast. We have a lot of testing to do to make sure she’s going to be OK. We’ll see you when you get here. Bye for now Darling.” She says to me.

I hang up and decide to call Paula.

“Hey there Darling. How goes the limo business?” I ask.

“It’s going OK. I think I have a name for you for the Vegas limo company. Michelle Sanchez. She’s tough, she’s on top of her game, she’s bilingual, she’s willing to move to Vegas where her Mother lives. She cares for her customers as well as those she manages at Black Car. Is that what you were calling me about?” Paula asks.

“Absolutely!”

“But I also wonder how you are doing?” I add.

“I’m tired, but we’re making big progress. I’ve been contacting each of our clients. They love the credit card idea as well as it being directly linked to a bank account, that way they don’t have to handle cash. Oh, and I’m supposed to let you know that the Senator and his wife have requested you and Jill.” Paula says to me.

“HA, HA, HA ... apparently, he doesn’t know that I’m now CEO of the company. He thinks that I’m still just a newbie driver. I’ll call him and his wife this week. This should be a hoot of a call.” I say laughing.

Paula thanks me for supporting her. I know she is working very hard and the numbers of Happee Happy Limo and that of Black Car Limo show her hard work. Now, we have a name for the Vegas Limo company. If Paula recommends her, then she must be someone good and I will certainly give her a try.

When Amy and Dakota finally got done playing with each other in the bathroom, I had finished my work, sent all my emails, and made my phone calls. Now it was time to head on to breakfast. However, one small hiccup. No Fred.

I texted Fred asking if he was in the limo could he come now. If not, don’t worry we’ll see him at 11. He texted right back that he was on the way. I called the gals and told them to hurry up as Fred would be here shortly.

It took only a few minutes before two beautiful women came out to the dining room each kissing me.

“Wow! Just look at how beautiful you both look. I’ve got to be careful, otherwise I’d be dragging you both back down to the bedroom.” I say smiling.

“Daddy, you can’t drag the willing.” Dakota says to me giggling.

Amy now asks, “May I call you Daddy too? I think that’s a sexy name for you.”

“Darling, I would be honored if you did.”

“OK then DADDY ... where are we going? To the hospital to see Jill?” She asks.

“No, we’ll go have breakfast first. I spoke to Dr. Ronda who tells me Jill is out of the coma, but they have lots of tests to perform and they need time, she gave me direction for us to take our time getting there.” I say.

I see Fred pull up to the house.

We head out to the car. Fred, of course, has the back door open and stands waiting for us.

“Fred, thank you for coming so soon. I appreciate it.” I say to him.

“To the hospital sir?”

“No, lets eat first then the hospital.” I reply.

Fred heads the vehicle to a breakfast place that is both cheap and delicious. It’s called “Eggs and meat”. Stupid name I thought to myself, but what the heck.

I didn’t even notice until he was pulling into the diner parking lot that we had a town car, not a limo. I ask Fred about why the town car and not a limo.

“Ms. Paula was trying to appease a pissed off Senator and used the car that was ready for you to take care of the Senator and his wife.” Fred tells me.

I laughed out loud. I had already forgotten about the Senator.

I texted Paula.

“Good Job on saving the Senator.”

She replied: He wants to hear from you, now that you’re a somebody. He also wants a credit card.

I laugh out loud showing the text to both Dakota and Amy. Amy didn’t get the joke, but Dakota certainly did.

As we get out of the car, I invite Fred to join us. He hesitantly accepts.

He certainly knows how to pick good places, certainly not by their name that’s for sure.

We get a booth. Dakota and Fred sit on one side and Amy and I on the other. A large black man approaches the table apologizing for interrupting us.

“Sir are you David Greene?” he asks.

“Yes I am. Do I know you?”

“You had me call your Director of Security, Roger Johnson.” He says.

“Um, you’re the guy from the Kraft building.” I say smiling.

“Yes sir. Roger remembered me and hired me. I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity.” He says.

“Come join us then, have some breakfast. My treat.”

“No sir, thank you, but my wife and I just finished breakfast. We’re heading to Church. I just wanted to say thank you.” Reggie says offering his hand for me to shake.

He walks back over to his wife and another couple, all of whom are dressed sharply. They get up and leave.

I see Dakota smiling at me and feel Amy’s young hand caressing my thigh. I think to myself ‘this is going to be a good day’.

We all have a great breakfast. Fred suggested for me to have one of the ‘house special omelets’ which I do and enjoy it immensely.

Breakfast really wasn’t that long, but then again how long does it take to cook eggs, bacon, and hash browns?

I had another glass of pineapple juice when Fred asks me why pineapple juice and not apple or orange juice.

Dakota pipes up to answer that question, “It makes Daddy’s cum taste sweeter.” My eyes grew bigger as I see a couple of guy heads turn hearing Dakota’s statement.

Amy began laughing at the slight shade of red that Fred’s face had turned.

Fred sat quietly after that. I just chuckled to myself.

Dakota pulls out her AMEX and pays the bill. We all head out to the car and off towards the hospital. Since it was Sunday, I expected the traffic to be light, but I was wrong. The LA Rams have a home game and traffic ... well, sucked.

The Rams were scheduled to play the Oakland Raiders, which meant to me that not only would it be horrible traffic, but half the fans would be assholes wearing silver and black.

From the interstate, I could see all the smoke from the BBQs of people tailgating before the game. I thought back to my childhood thinking how I missed some of the things that made me happy as a child. It was right then that I decided to call Mike Booker about getting tickets to an upcoming music show. This would also allow me to see him in action working behind the scenes trying to do his ‘magic’ in building the recording studio’s base of clients, which made me think of that Billy guy I met with the blonde spiked hair and British accent when I was that trainee Chauffeur with Jill.

“Hey Mike, its David Greene. I’m sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I wanted to ask if there were any upcoming concerts that you could get me a few tickets to. I think I would like to get a couple of my hardworking people a night out.”

Mike offered a concert being held at the Staples center this coming Thursday.

“Certainly, sir. By the way, how’s your wife? You all left in such a hurry that night.” Mike asks.

“She’s out of the coma this morning. We’re on the way to see her now. I’ll tell her you were asking about her.” I say thanking him for the good wishes and end the call.

Finally, we arrive at the hospital.

The three of us head inside to see Jill. I feel Amy’s hand squeeze my ass walking through the hospital corridor.

Arriving at Jill’s room, I see her face light up.

“Holy Fuck! You are gorgeous! How can that be?” I say to her loudly.

“Shut up and get over here and kiss me you fool.” She says smiling.

I see the dreaded dish of green Jell-O. I wonder to myself why do hospitals always have the suckiest tasting Jell-O on the planet?

I put my arms around Jill, hugging and holding her tightly. I kiss her long and passionately. I don’t want to let her go but she breaks from the hug asking Dakota how much of a horndog he’s been.

She quietly says that I’ve been a good boy.

She says hello to Amy, who smiled when Jill said her name.

Amy pulls up a third chair next to the bed. Dakota and Amy sit on one side of the bed and I sit on the other side.

“OK Dakota, spill it. How many times did you have to play with David while I was here? 15? 20? 50? More?” Jill asks smiling and giggling the whole time.

“No Ma’am. Not even once. David has been worried about you the whole time.”

Amy sat quietly. She didn’t know how to participate in this conversation.

“WHAT??? My David? Are you sure? That sure doesn’t sound like him, he’s the horniest guy I’ve ever met and ... I’m so happy he chose me to marry.” Jill says.

Jill turns and looks at me saying, “Who are you? And what have you done with my husband?”

I smile feeling so much better seeing my gorgeous wife laughing and joking.

“Amy, why are you here? Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing you, but I was worried that you fell off the planet since we haven’t heard or seen you since Vegas.” Jill said to her smiling.

“I came begging for a place to stay. David and Dakota said it would be OK for me to stay with you for a bit until I find a place of my own.” She says in a defeated tone.

“What happened? I can tell something drastic happened, us women know. We have a 6th sense about this stuff.” Jill says to Amy.

“Well ... my ex-boyfriend got all freaked out when he learned of what happened in Vegas. He got drunk. He balled his fist up like he was going to hit me. I picked up his softball bat and told him he was only going to get one swing and then I was going to swing. He backed down but threw me out. I didn’t know where to go, none of my friends can really help. I spent most of the night driving around not knowing what to do. I stopped at a 7-11 to get a soda when I saw David’s picture on the news and thought of you both. I just showed up at your door this morning and David let me in and told me that I was welcome to stay with you guys. I hope that is OK with you.” She says with a tremble to her voice.

I had not heard the ‘drove around all night’ part the first time she told me the story.

Dakota pipes up, “And the bastard thinks that Daddy was a predator forcing us ‘little girls’ to have sex with him. NOTHING could be further from the truth. We all love David. I hope that you’ll be OK with Amy staying with us. I think she could use some ‘family’ time.” Dakota says in a somber manner.

“Of course, she can stay ... as long as she likes.” Jill says.

Amy is smiling. Dakota is smiling. Jill is smiling.

“David, did you name our house?” Jill asks me.

“Um, yeah ... I now call it ‘The Commune’. You and me, Dakota, Jennifer, maybe Diane, and now Amy. Yep, we are certainly becoming legendary, at least in our play community.” I tell her.