Pleasent Dreams
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Some dreams are so real and frightening that you never want to go back to sleep, but there are those special dreams that take you places you never want to leave. Be careful not to let those dreams become your reality. Doris Groves walked that fine line between reality and her dream world.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Paranormal Masturbation Oral Sex
It was four weeks before all the legal and medical forms were processed and exchanged, and Mr. Berkley’s remains were returned to the States. His wake eclipsed anything I had ever seen before. Every employee and their spouse attended. The women wept. The men looked downcast. Who said Mr. Berkley didn’t have a family? I even noticed two of the interns sniffling.
Once the news of Mr. Berkley’s demise circulated amongst our distributors and major customers, confidence in the company leadership was down. My office was very busy reassuring vendors and customers that it was business as usual. Headhunters started to call critical manufacturing, engineering, and marketing employees. Nothing about the turmoil outside the company surprised me. What did surprise me was the calmness and loyalty of the employees. We lost one engineer, who left reluctantly after his wife was offered her dream job on the East Coast.
Two months later, our quarterly statement came out. It was back to business as usual. The intern program ended at the end of the quarter. Two of the interns left. I hired Connie Wise as my Admin. Assistant. I wanted an assistant that I could train to do things my way. Connie had a BA in business administration, a brain, good instincts, in addition to her lovely features.
It took three months to settle all the legal details of Mr. Berkley’s estate. As I went over all the financial details with Mr. Anderson, it became clear that I could retire and not have to work another day in my life, but I had a company to run and employees that were counting on me.
I was happy with my condo, but when I toured Mr. Berkley’s estate and sat for an hour enjoying the view of the bay, I decided I had to move in.
As I toured the Berkley Estate, Mrs. Maria Cortez, the housekeeper and cook, along with her husband Manny, the groundskeepers and part-time chauffeurs, wrung their hands nervously. Mr. and Mrs. Cortez had worked for Mr. Berkley for over 23 years. Their son Jesus worked with his father at the estate during the summer. I also knew that Mr. Berkley was paying Jesus’s college expenses at Yale.
I had fallen in love with the house and grounds, and especially the view. Even the furnishings were exquisite and tasteful. When I could tear myself away from the view of the bay, I informed Mr. and Mrs. Cortez that I would be moving in and that I would be grateful if they would agree to remain on in their present capacity. Their relief was easily discernible from the way their shoulder relaxed as a smile came to their face. They thanked me and promised to provide me with their schedule and any other information that might require my attention. Of course, Mrs. Cortez explained that her son worked in the summer and was going to college. I assured her that Mr. Berkley had set aside funds for Jesus, and if there were any issues, to let me know. I would see that it was resolved in the same manner as I believed Mr. Berkley would.
With my hectic work schedule, it took almost a month to put Mr. Berkley’s personal items into storage, move my things to the estate, and put the condo up for sale.
I had been at the estate for two weeks when a courier arrived with a legal-size envelope from Mr. Anderson’s office. Inside was a sealed envelope with nothing but my name in Mr. Berkley’s handwriting. I went to the living room and stared at the envelope for five minutes, wondering what message it could contain. With my curiosity piqued, I opened the envelope and removed the folded letter. With nervous hands, I unfolded the letter. It was also in Mr. Berkley’s handwriting.
My dear, Doris,
If you are reading this, I am dead, and you have my wealth, my company, my home, and I’m sorry to say, my curse.
By now, you must have experienced some very vivid and unusual dreams. Most will be pleasant, even comforting, and restful. For instance, you may have daydreamed about spending some time on a beach in the Bahamas, but you can’t get away from the office. Your dreams will take you there. You will have a pleasant vacation while sleeping in my bed. Well, it’s your bed now if you haven’t replaced it. The dreams cater to your desires. Everything from a pleasant vacation to your deepest sexual cravings.
Find and hold onto someone in the real world before the dreams become your reality. That is the curse that comes with the pleasure.
Pleasant Dreams,
Tom B,
I put the letter aside as I spoke to the empty room as if Thomas was there with me, “Thank you very much, Thomas, I sleep very well here. It’s the cool air from the bay and the tranquility of this place. Not dreams of lying naked on beaches having sex, although I’m sure you had plenty of those, you old letch.”
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