Billi
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 3
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3 - All he wanted to do was get the network job finished, but the customer’s daughter wound up doing much more for him than he could have imagined at the time. One never knows what might come up from the past and change your life forever. Charlie ran into Billi again after several years and the result was more than phenomenal. Charlie’s dad told Billi’s dad to keep her away from him when they were kids. Didn’t work. Oh, shucks.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic Polygamy/Polyamory
Things had just quieted down after the wedding. Derek got himself a job breaking figurative rocks and working out for a living, at the behest and demand of the state and their renowned correctional system, when a serious situation peeked its ugly head out from beneath a low hanging rock.
The CEO over in Illinois that signed the tripling contract with us some eight months ago was released by the board of the company we rewired and reoutfitted, to the tune of five hundred and fifty thousand dollars. They had been in arrears on their end of the bargain, namely paying for it, and I had asked my new wife to look into it if she didn’t mind.
“Charlie, are you using me? Are you taking advantage of my knowledge, my contacts, my kindness? What, pray tell, are you doing?” She giggled, so I knew she wasn’t serious. As soon as I was sure of that, I let her have it with both barrels.
“You are now the Legal Department. Remember the prenup, darling? It mentioned your involvement with our company. OUR company? Do you remember that, my dear?” She nodded. “I thought so. Now, as our legal department, speak to yourself about your insolent behavior in front of your CEO and go find us some MONEY!” I yelled as I chased her out of the kitchen and into the family room.
I caught her at the bar, sat in one of the stools, and pulled her over my lap, spanking her several times while she laughed out loud.
“Okay, okay. I give up. Uncle, all right, all ready. I’ll go find you some damned money. How much do they still owe you, anyway?”
“About four hundred and change. If it was a non-profit, I would have eaten it for tax benefits, but they’re just crooked. Crooked investment bankers, or mortgage brokers, or whatever they call themselves this week. The fact is, we have a contract, I fulfilled my end of it, and they owe us money. Lots and lots of money.”
“The legal department is on it. Oh, and by the way, if you spank me again, you’re going to hear from your HR department.”
“And just what is it I’ll hear from them, counselor?”
“That I want to apply for the position permanently,” she said, coyly, then kissing my arm as she was holding it.
“It’s yours. Consider HR notified. Billi, seriously. Do you want to be the legal department? I just assumed since a bunch of it is yours now that you’d want to be involved.”
“Yes, Charlie. I do. I’m not doing much else, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do, actually. I don’t really need to do a lot else, at least not yet, and if it’s all right with you, and you don’t get tired of buying my gas, I’ll just do that.”
“All I buy is gas. Your father told me about your trust fund. What a joke. At least I know you’re not a gold digger.”
“Nope. No need to dig. I just go to the bank and sweet talk the nice lady into putting more of my gold in my checking account. Easy peasy.”
“You’re bad.”
“I’m your bad.”
“I love you, Billi Jo. I really do.”
“Kiss me, then let me up. If you tickle me anymore, I’m gonna have an accident.”
She rose, kissed me, and walked away, smiling, and making me a happy, happy, newlywed.
She found a good friend of hers over in Illinois. She went to college, then to law school, with Tiffany Baker and knew her quite well. Tiffany was in the capital, working for some lobbyists, but still had her fingers on the pulse of the legal bloodstream.
After a discussion with us on who the people were and who they had as friends there, being close to Chicago and the dirty goings on in that vicinity, I asked what kind of friends I needed to find to fight them. She mentioned a couple of names and the positions they held in state offices there, so I told her I’d work on it and get back with her. She and Billi talked a bit, they bade their farewells, and Billi asked me what I had going. I told her my intention and as she smiled, nodding, said, “Sounds like a better plan than mine. I was going to fight them in court; head-to-head.”
“Your buddy Tiffany made it sound to me like that was a sure-fire way to meet with trouble. We’d have an easier time trying figure out our chances by tossing a coin. At least that’s what I got.” Billi nodded, with a frown.
“Let’s sit and discuss this,” Billi said, pulling me into a place for lunch. We wrote down several names that I knew, then a couple that she knew, then she called her father and got a couple more after explaining the situation to him.
“What do you think, Legal Department?”
“I think you need to fly us down to Jefferson City and take those two,” she circled their names on the notepad, “And their wives, or suitable substitutes, out to Domenico’s for dinner. We’ll let them know what we’re dealing with and see if they know anyone on the other side of the river.”
“Sounds good. I like the way you think.”
I made two phone calls, asking for assistance from the Assistant Secretary of State and the Director of the Department of Revenue, one a high school friend and the other an old friend of my mother’s, and to meet up for a dinner date. They knew each other as well, working on several things together, and wanted to hear what our issue was and how they could help.
Two nights later, over some fine steaks and exceptional sides, we discussed the firm that was giving me issues and trying to get out of paying me almost half a million dollars. Each of them gave me names of people that Tiffany could call on, dropping their names, to look to for assistance. There was no reason for the contract not to be paid, and no recourse for the company short of proving I didn’t perform the upgrades and connectivity, which they had already accepted and were using on a daily basis.
Tiffany called back the next Wednesday and asked if we could meet. Billi invited her to the house for a weekend getaway. Summer was coming on strong, so there was plenty of recreation around the house to keep her occupied and entertained. She was to arrive on Friday afternoon, early, and leave on Sunday evening.
“Charlie, just so you know, Tiffany is a looker. Don’t be afraid. I’m not the jealous type. You can look all you want.”
“Why thank you, counselor. Should I call HR just in case to head off any sexual harassment complaints?”
“I don’t think it would do you any good. She doesn’t work for the company and there’s nothing you can do to her for it if she sexually harasses you. Just buck up and have fun.” She started grinning. “Charlie, if anyone harasses anyone, it will be her teasing you. She’s always been a lot of fun. Don’t worry. We’re fine.” She kissed me and went into the back room. I was happy she went back there, as she was unable to see me shaking in my boots, or flip flops, as it were.
Tiffany arrived all right, on Friday afternoon, and was already dressed to go out on the town, which is how Billi had everything planned. A night out for dinner and dancing Friday, then all day Saturday at home basking in the sun and swimming, then taking in a movie Saturday night, a little work on Sunday after breakfast, then Tiffany taking off so she could get home to Springfield at a reasonable hour, as she had work to get busy with on Monday. Our issue wasn’t the only work of which she had to take care.
Anyway, her arrival set me back a bit. She was wearing a black and silver flounced long sleeved lamé top over black lamé hot pants, off black sheer hose, and black four-inch pumps. She was definitely a looker. Billi called that one in spades. She looked good enough to eat, but I kept my trap shut and was very polite. I invited her in, asked her to sit at the bar in the kitchen and told her Billi would be home shortly, that she had run into town for some paperwork.
“Nice place, Charlie. Billi didn’t do it justice with her description. Mind if I take a look out back?” she asked.
“Not at all, Tiffany. Please make yourself at home. Seriously. Relax and pretend you’re in a familiar abode. All will be easier if you do.”
“Thank you,” she said, then walked over to the back door and swooned lightly. “Pool, hot tub, grassy area to lie around on, deck with sunning lounges. You have a really nice setup, Charlie.”
Just then, Billie came in through the garage door. “TIFFANY!”
“BILLI!”
They met in the kitchen, and instead of a hug, like I expected, there was a hug and a kiss, a real kiss, and another hug, and an “I’ve missed you so much!” from each of them.
‘There is more to their relationship than I was led to believe,’ I was thinking at the time.
“Girls, is there something I should know?”
“I already told you, didn’t I? I said I’d had a few boyfriends and a couple of girlfriends. This is one of them. The last one, actually.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.