Chapter 41: The Swing Out West, Too

The people who make some of the flight schedules are sadists. The best nonstop flight on Monday to Denver left Boston at six o’clock in the morning. To make that flight I got up at four-a.m. and drag-assed to Logan Airport. I slept the entire trip to Denver, and at least I arrived somewhat refreshed, and I’d already shaved the night before and dressed.

I took an airport limo direct to TCI offices. I texted Jane that I was in Colorado, but didn’t get a reply right away so I went to Brady’s office to touch base on the strategic planning work. I had two major deliverables for him before the end of the week, and I wanted to get his input on each of them based on what had been happening the past two weeks since I was there last.

Brady was bubbling over, and very solicitous, more so than at any time in the past. I figured he knew I had an ‘in’ with Jane, who had been running the entire Rocky Mountain operation since she fired a guy named Joe Collard on behalf of the TCI Board.

I’d never thought Brady would play me that way, and I always went out of my way to put up what in my company were called Chinese Walls, where what was known in one part of a company wouldn’t become knowledge in another part by any doing on our part unless the TCI bosses wanted me to share. Thus, and with Jane’s approval, if she wanted to know how the project was going, she had to contact Brady, and she had multiple times to keep abreast of the planning efforts. Brady liked that because it gave him contact with his executive boss. Also, he quickly figured out that I said little to her about ‘his’ project.

The first time Jane went to ask Brady about the project, he was surprised that she hadn’t heard any details from me – not a one. He told me later how impressed he was that Jane and I had respected the chain of command on the project, and I think that cemented our friendship with him from that point forward. That said, he gave me permission to talk about any of the planning work with anybody else in TCI, especially Jane.

Brady and I spent an hour conversing, and then I went off to an office I’d been assigned, set up my laptop, got a flipchart, and I was off and running on my first deliverable: a long-range SWOT analysis for the division.

Jane stopped by my office to see if I wanted to join her for a late lunch. I did, and so I broke away and we went to the cafeteria on the third floor. Jane had made it a point to be highly visible to everyone in the company, and the move had paid off in terms of increased morale, reduced paranoia, and her ear plugged into the rumor mill. Marge helped on all counts too, and often the two were at lunch together.

As we ate, Brenda came by the table and joined us. I could see we were watched like celebrities as we sat and ate. We shared a couple of jokes, and I brought them up to date on the weekend with René, her tour of the hospital, and how things were looking about her move to Cambridge and the physician’s assistant job. Of course, I also gave an update on Pam and her extended family, commenting specifically on Pam’s husband Pete, her lover Bob, and the little slut they seemed to have adopted.

I had made Zoey into a featured character in our discussions, based primarily on her deviant sexual tastes and willingness to try anything. I had some pictures of Zoey, and Brenda decided that she looked like a Barbie doll on steroids – like a stacked Jennifer Aniston. I confirmed that Zoey had enjoyed some augmentation in her breasts, but that her ass and other shapely parts were original equipment.

Brenda hadn’t been back east for over a decade, yet through me and Jane she’d kept up to speed on the antics of my enlarging family: the sisters, and the other men and women we played with. The updates were both factual and erotic depending on the kinds of questions she asked, and being as we were in the cafeteria with ears close by at the next table, we kept things pretty much on the up and up.

The three of us split up in different directions after lunch. I agreed to meet Jane at six for dinner. Brenda was going to see if she could make it, and find out what Mike’s plans were. All that said, I had the feeling that something else was afoot that I wasn’t privy to – some secret or plan. I figured that if I had a need to know that someone would tell me when the time was right. I also knew that Jane had trouble keeping secrets from me, so I thought that maybe tonight, if I asked, she might spill out whatever was going on.

Come six, I went upstairs to Jane’s office. I kissed Marge hello and we were chatting as Jane straightened up her desk so she’d be ready to start in the next morning. The three of us left the TCI office together, and carpooled back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner.

Jane announced that she’d heard about a nice little bistro in one of the suburbs that she wanted to take us to for dinner, so I rolled with that idea after changing into more casual clothes. We took her rental car and drove for twenty minutes, partly on Interstates, before getting off and winding through some suburbs to a small strip mall with a Peruvian restaurant in the middle of it. During the drive we had a little discussion about work and the planning effort, but then cut it off to be ‘non-business’ the rest of the night. Jane was right; the food was good, and the conversation between the three of us lively and sexy. Marge talked about the sexual mischief that her husband was up to.

Jane and Marge seemed to hurry me through dinner, and I thought that might be so they could get me back to the hotel and jump my bones for a long night of debauchery. I was wrong ... at least about going back to the hotel right away.

We left the restaurant just after eight. Jane was using the GPS on her phone and drove into one of the nicer residential suburbs near where we had dinner, and then pulled up in front of large home at the end of an empty cul-de-sac. A few other cars were parked there, and my antennae were up wondering what she was springing on me.

I asked what was going on and where we were, but she just smiled and remained mute. Marge followed her lead, but with a large smile that betrayed something good was happening. I also had the feeling that this was something sexual.

Jane pulled me from the car, and I feigned reluctance unless either she or Marge told me what was going on, but neither would give on that talking point. At the door, Jane just walked right into the house without knocking, pulling me behind her. Marge followed.

To my surprise, my client Brady stepped out of the living room and shook my hand. “Steve, welcome to our home. Come in and meet the others. You know one or two of them from TCI, but as you’ll see there are many more that have joined in.”

“Many of us, who?” My question went unanswered.

Brady introduced me to his wife Edie who seemed to know and have a kissing relationship with Jane and Marge. Now, I became really suspicious. What had been happening during my absences from Denver?

Edie had a bubbly personality, and I could see how she complemented Brady’s serious and analytical nature. Edie was the cheerleader type. She also had a physique like a cheerleader, except for her boobs that I tried to avoid staring at, although I think the top she wore invited that activity. A tight little blonde wearing short shorts and what I called ‘fuck me’ heels, with a tight top; she sure looked cute.