Chapter 1. A Message From The Pablo

Tuesday September 2, 2008

As planned, I got to the office just after Noon. After a quick read of Irene’s Yucatan summary about Tony’s op and the clean-up troops I texted Zar saying “Operation Pizza - Yes.” She sent out a pre-planned group email, every family in 49 was getting a premium pizza, or similar meal, they just had to pick a night and time this month when they made their choice of the menu from one of 5 favored take-out/delivery places. There was a web page, 49 staff had made the arrangements, they could eat where they wished but the party room in the apartment building was available all month if they wished to share time with others. I could not say in public why we were celebrating, but rumors would spread. I had asked for snipers, mortar-men and tank drivers, I was not planning a ice cream social. I mentioned that “the ship” expected to dock in Florida Friday or Saturday.

There was another development late in the afternoon that brightened my mood even more. I planned to work at the office until 8 that evening, but at 6 I left when I got a priority text message from Zar. It was a coded text message, just a 4 digit number. It came into the 49 switchboard at the Pablo where it was logged and the computer returned with an immediate priority order to forward the text to Zar’s phone. She in turn sent the code number to my private cell without knowing what the code meant. I had a thumb drive with the codes. I replied back to the Pablo, calling an executive meeting that would start when I arrived at about 6:40. I gave another set of codes for who was invited.

The code number meant that Darnel had been found. His identity was confirmed by the security team so all the females in one of my crowd-source teams now had their college fund. He was a dead man walking and I was getting Gracie back, I just had to make up my mind about the timing of the two joyful events. Plus, the bloody business in between.

Out of general good feelings I ordered a service call. While watching Resha pose and touch herself to pleasure I broke down and reassembled my Glock. We all have our own happy place.

I left for my apartment in the Pablo directly from work. Since I was traveling from the office I arranged to give Resha a ride home. She wanted to talk.

It was not about guns.

When I picked up Resha on the street we talked about two subjects with a little 60’s music sprinkled throughout.

First up was the extended weekend, she had a few general facts but she wanted “all the dirty details” on what she called the “wife fight.” Since guys could not bid on their wives I thought that might be overstating things. She opined that we lawyers lost some potential fun and drama with that rule.

I countered that there was no bloodshed, we were still married partners.

Second she wanted to talk about us. Honestly, since coming back from Peru in July, we had not enjoyed much quality naked time with each other because, between neutralizing mortal enemies and getting married, time was tight for me. We both wanted to change that.

Barnes had asked Resha to put her sweet body into the auction and orgy, spreading her legs and fucking for low pay the same lawyers she sucked off during the week - only there would be 4 lawyers in the room, all eager for the abundant professional pleasures of her body. Plus a few wives, who could be a little catty or maybe downright bitchy towards her even as she ate their pussies while she was fucked. That sounded like a giant step back, into her past. She was popular, in the “top 5” with the lawyers who loved her mouth and wanted to try her special forbidden garden of pleasures, front or back doors, which they could see but not touch at work. Her auction price would have been high, with higher expectations for performance. Barnes made a cash offer. Previously she would have felt she had to accept.

However, after I had paid her for the Peru trip and Tango’s parties Resha felt, for the first time in her life, that she could decline the extra cash based on her own desires. The money from the weekend would not change her life now that she had some money in the bank. Plus, Peru had been “a performance, for a good cause,” where she was creative and sincerely appreciated. That meant the world to her. Also, the time off with her child renewed her soul, she really wanted to spend the extended weekend relaxing with her family. I agreed with her decision and today she felt really good about the choice she made for family over work. She thanked me for making it possible.

She said her child missed her and the little fellow was so pleased that they spent to whole extended weekend together, day and night. Children that age may not remember the day, but they surely remembered a mother’s love. Perhaps the child’s two grandmothers enjoyed watching mother and child together even more. On two of the days her whole family went to a family-oriented pool nearby with some others from the block, it was so good to be with family and friends. Her neighbors were so good, they knew she was a sex worker, but many of them had been there. Plus they saw how I treated her, adding a “Cinderella” touch.

Today at work she heard from some of the service girls who did go and it was not much fun, because it was basically a busman’s holiday, with a messy pussy replacing their usual quick salty protein snack. Plus there was no real pleasure for them because of the way some of the wives they were working next to made them feel inferior in all kinds of small bitchy ways.

I agreed. There were exceptions but as a group my partners’ wives were world-class bitches. It was before Resha’s time, so I recounted how they treated Abril early on, and how she inverted the order, declaring her-superior-self as the “whitest of the white women in the room.”

Resha was very glad for the choice she made, being with her child was what she lived for and the long weekend with him changed her entire disposition. She thanked me again for my good advice and support, saying she wanted to exercise those feeling with me.

After talking about her weekend, Resha’s first question about my weekend was, “Who did you and your team get at the auction?” She was curious even if she never met the wives. Every lawyer who was married had the obligatory family picture on his desk. Some of them even had risque pictures of their wife for help when they needed a “boost” before calling a service girl, or as something to look and feel faithful about while they were being served by some whore’s mouth. Resha and some of the others thought that was sweet, she wondered if I would do the same.

“Probably not this year, but ... do you recall the Demi Moore nude magazine cover when she was pregnant?”

That was before Resha’s time but she was aware of it.

“Well, I could see having something like that of the women I have pregnant. I bet I could get Bente to take some pics that were perfect for the purpose.”

She was not sure I was serious, but now that I said it I kind of was.

I talked about the weekend. “We were high bidders for Rose Barnes, Jessica Stern who played under another name and was second behind Abril in the bidding, plus the two other wives who had history with my teammates. They were all very nice, happy to have us bid for them. Abril and I were also invited to share an extra session with young Corky Garvey.”

“Oh, she is very young, still 18. As I recall they married last December. An arranged marriage in LA ... with him twice her age ... how can that happen? Are they Amish? Well, how did you get to pop the Corky without your team?”

“It was a special session arranged by David and Rose Barnes. It is kind of a funny tale actually. During the auction Corky’s high bid was from the four oldest guys, the dinosaurs who also got Helena. They liked her young body and were very ‘hands on’ with her squirming away in the table during the “public viewing” part of the orgy. Those old guys put their fingers EVERYWHERE on her body as people watched her squirm and giggle out-of-control. But when they got into bed they did not give Corky much in the way of the pleasurable action she expected. They were saving up their shallow cum reserves for Helena, because she was so good at getting it out of them with a smile. I heard that one BJ took an hour, without stopping, while the other guys felt her up and poked her puss. They all put their wet cocks into Corky’s hot body to stiffen up, but they held back on the fucking, did not close the deal so Corky did not get fucked decently all night. Their hands got her all hot and bothered but all the attention she got was foreplay for Helena’s tongue ballet.

When it was over Corky’s puss was wet without sperm and she felt cheated out of pleasure, so she complained to Barnes. To his credit he got on it. After being with Rose I was one of those asked to help provide her with “dependable” pleasure the next night. Abril came along.”