The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 8: Mon 12th December 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8: Mon 12th December 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
She woke up and lay against Julian, and felt her wrist. It was pretty sore, and she’d definitely need painkillers again to get through the day. She’d have to notify her work that she was out sick, but first she decided to catch up on the news. The headline was that that woman who attacked her was in an induced coma and would be for a few days. Scanning through the rest of the news and op-eds, she found an article rewriting her history, telling the story of how she was a conniving social climber and lush drunkard who’d do anything for fame and fortune. She was past getting upset by this, but she noted the name of the author, and looked at his affiliations. Weirder though, why had the media organisation gone ahead and published it? Even for the Murdoch press, this was quite something. Oh, it had a twin, attacking Layna - empty headed bimbo yada yada yada. The articles had a matching op-ed, driving the message home about both of them. They had Peter Nutter’s original malice, but without even the style and insight he had. Just vicious. Well, it wasn’t hard to guess the source, the motivation for the articles. She had a further look, and sure enough, Robert had been targeted as well, though that was more subtle.
She sent a message off to Layna, Steph, Suzy, and Toni: “My response is amusement, quite funny for a toddler. Layna, ask someone about the publication approval?” Then she checked the financial pages, and found an article about Sienna - speculation about her video today, who was the bimbo this time, and just why the minister had visited for lunch on Friday for a quick ‘social visit’? The article had an interesting opinion poll comparing views about house prices and rental prices before and after Sienna’s work - she really had shifted public opinion about it, and they had an interview with a father with investment properties saying that he was nervous because how could negative gearing continue as it was given the price it was having for his children?
She’d got out of the shower when she saw Layna’s tweet about the articles: “Hey @Murdoch, how much to buy 2 crappy articles and an op-ed full of libel? Asking for a friend...”
She spent the first part of the morning doing odd-jobs around the house that she could do with one hand. That was frustrating and for the first time, she started to regret what she did. Steph found her looking down and asked her to look after Rachel so she could go do media work for Layna, so Larissa let herself chill out and play with Rachel for a couple of hours. Rachel was all go now, running around and talking a little, super cute, so that wasn’t a hardship. And she had a steady procession of project friends wandering over and checking on her, that she wasn’t getting down due to her enforced rest, which was sweet. Then late morning, Julian turned up and took her back to bed and took his time blowing her mind. She could deal with a morning like that once in a while, and she lay in his arms kissing him until it was time for her to throw on her exercise gear and ride off to meet Clyde for lunch. Except of course, she couldn’t ride because of her wrist. Damn.
She met Clyde for lunch at a beach side cafe on the bay. Their table was right on the beach, very much out in public, but far enough from the other tables that they could speak in private. Clyde travelled with even more security than anyone else she’d dealt with and that kept the media away, though they were lined up on the beach watching. Clyde could still stare at the girls in bikinis if he wanted, she made sure he was looking out to the beach.
“Well, Larissa, Hello,” he said, once security arrangements were sorted.
“Hi Clyde. How was your flight? And thanks for coming to see me.”
“Well, I didn’t really have any choice. You’re stealing another daughter from her father, and I can’t sit by and do nothing about that.”
Larissa shrugged. “I figure it will look like that, but I’m not. Robert and Elise were concerned that I was trying to alienate Sienna from them, but of course, I wasn’t, and it shows.” Sienna had had lunch with her parents somewhere public the day before, and the photos had shown a particularly close and loving relationship between all three of them. Clearly intended for public consumption. “And Isla was already completely alienated from her father. Had already tried to commit suicide because of him.”
“I don’t care about them, I care about Sarah.”
“Sure. That’s fair. And Sarah doesn’t care about them either, she cares about Sarah.”
“Right. She only cares about herself, not her family. And no doubt you and those other young girls are encouraging her to only think about herself.”
“Really? You can say that to me? Is that what you think I encourage? Is that why you put that op-ed up this morning?”
“I didn’t pay for that!”
“No. You got ripped off if you did. I got my team to post that he must have been blackmailed to be that stupid.”
“Well, I think he has a point. Your public relations team is amazing, there’s stories of your heroic selflessness everywhere, but look at you, heir to a larger fortune than mine. Just how did that come about?”
“Quite a bit larger than yours, too, and what’ll be left of yours if you don’t start looking after it?” Larissa asked, grinning at him. Time to stick the boot in. “Not that I care a whit about that, but I don’t suppose you’ll believe me. As to how it came about ... you’ll have to ask Bob. Him making me heir didn’t make me happy. In fact, I swore at him. Anyway, where all those stories came from is that I lived them. Another one a couple of nights ago.” She showed him her wrist. “What have you lived?”
She’d done her homework; she knew what he lived - luxury. And politics. Not her kind of politics at all, not that she was particularly invested in politics.
“You’re certainly right that I’m not going to believe you about being the heir. You advised Isla to give her fortune to Bob knowing that you were the heir and would inherit that. That’s pretty much the biggest conflict of interest anyone’s ever heard of.”
“Yes, that’s one reason I swore at Bob when he made me the heir after that. Because I was not the heir at that time, though I pointed out to Isla that I had that conflict because I would expect to get a part once she started talking about that. But tell me, would you have struck that deal with Isla?”
Clyde was thinking about that. “Because if you would, I could refer another couple of young ladies to you who think it sounds like a pretty good idea if it comes to that. They give you their fortune, you run all their screwed-up businesses, you pay them cash for ever after, and they don’t even have to fuck you. How about it?”
“Are you joking? I’m not an idiot!”
Larissa grinned at him. “Well, I guess that answers that question then. Of course, you have your hands quite full with your businesses right now. I’m surprised you made the time to come down and meet me, honestly.”
“My businesses are a mess because of you!”
“Well, thanks. I mean, I hardly think I’m solely responsible, but inasmuch as I have contributed to making your coal business a mess, I’m very happy about that. Happy dance space for me.”
He was getting riled now. “You don’t care about all those livelihoods then.”
“Well, we do. That’s what Sarah’s been saying to you, but no, you didn’t listen. So I guess Robert decided to do something about that himself.” Clyde wasn’t happy about that at all. “I mean, surely you can read the tea leaves here, but you haven’t been. You’re even running an anti-Layna media campaign two days after someone tried to murder her in public?” She shook her head. “I mean, it’s your money, so what do I care? Well, Sarah cares. But whatever.”
“Sarah cares about the money? Since when has Sarah ever cared about anything other than rugby players?”
“I wonder how well you know her. She’s quite concerned about more things than that, but we certainly challenged her to think more seriously about her life, tried to empower her to take more control. You’ve seen that we did that for the other girls, what did you think Sarah is going to do?”
“Well, I know where she is, at least, at your brother’s place.”
Larissa shrugged. “It isn’t that hard for you to figure out, but I think it would be very good if you just leave her there in peace, it’ll be good for her. If you hassle her, she’ll ask me to actually disappear, and one of us will if she asks.”
“Right. So you can set her up with your brother?”
“Well, your information’s not that good then. My brother is very happily and newly married to my best pal Jane, so that’s sure not on the table.”
“Oh? What’s she doing there then?”
“Well, I suggested it so she could spend some good time with Jane’s mum, who’s a real sweetie. Here, I’ll show you.”
She showed him a picture Sarah had sent through that morning, standing proudly at the kitchen bench behind the tray of scones she’d made. A rite of passage for young teenage girls, but something Sarah had never done. Clyde looked at her in surprise: that was very far from the kind of thing he expected to see.
“I thought that Sarah’s comments on Friday night were a little intemperate, shall we say, and their timing was unfortunate for you. I’m hoping that a week or so with Jane’s mum will settle Sarah, and she’ll be a bit more grounded. But you also might find her a bit more firm about what she thinks.”
Clyde gave her a long look. “Well, I can hope for that outcome, I guess, but I sure hope it doesn’t blow up on you.”
Larissa looked at him quizzically. “Is that a threat?”
“Oh no, I’ll accept your advice, and wait a week for Sarah to contact me. Please tell her that.” Larissa nodded. Sure. “But Sarah does do cocaine, so that might well be a problem.” Cocaine? Larissa hadn’t seen any hint of that, but she might not have. “And Sarah has left a trail of jilted lovers behind, who might see some reason to create trouble for Sarah. I heard she dumped the last one pretty dramatically. So I’m not the only problem you have to worry about.”
Larissa frowned, and considered that. No doubt there was a way to get cocaine down in the country there, but Sarah could very easily get into trouble if she tried to find it, and that certainly wouldn’t go down at all well with Jane’s family. If all that was true. “Thank you for telling me that. You aren’t concerned about it?”
“Oh sure, but she stopped listening to me a long time ago.”
“And you stopped listening to her,” Larissa said, nodding. “I will put it to her that she has work to do there, but she won’t be able to do that fully unless you also put the work in.” Now Clyde was thinking about that. “Actually, you have a great deal of work to do across the board. But you won’t listen to any advice I give you, of course.”
Clyde looked at her in amusement. “Sure, why not? I need some entertainment from somewhere.”
“OK. Why don’t you give Sarah her inheritance now, and let her screw it up herself, rather than you doing that for her?”
Wow, that totally caught him by surprise. But it was something that Suzy had said to her. Clyde didn’t seem to know what to say, so she said, “Well, you did want some entertainment, so...”
“Oh, that was quite entertaining. Did you want to offer me any other advice?”
“Sure. I’m full of good advice. Just ask my friends. This one’s for free. Sooner or later, you’ll have to go on Layna’s project and explain your position with regard to carbon utilisation before you can get in to see the minister. You better have a good story to tell Layna.”
“You’re making that rule for the minister?” He looked quite affronted by that.
“Oh no, I’m just a silly little girl, what do I matter? No, I just think he’s going to say that, that’s all.”
“Larissa, I might not like you at all, but no one in the world can think after this year that you’re a silly little girl, or that you don’t matter.”
“Oh? Except for the author of that little op-ed this morning, of course. But never mind, I’m looking forward to seeing what people have to say about that tomorrow.”
“How you’re responding, you mean?”
Larissa waved her hand dismissively, and said “I can’t be bothered. I’ve got better things to do than worry about that. I spent all morning playing with my super cute one year old niece. And getting laid. And I rather suspect that several different billionaires might choose to respond on our behalf. And they aren’t so nice as I am.” She grinned at him. “They like direct action, so watch out.” Clyde was looking at her in surprise. Well, maybe more like shock. “Anyway, if those sharks on the beach over there get close enough, I’ll get to respond without having to do any work. Do you want to talk to one or all of them?”
“I’m not talking to them. Will you? What will you say?”
“Oh, I’ll talk to them. I’ll tell them my wrist’s quite sore, we had a nice lunch, and your daughter’s a cocaine addict.” His face! “No, of course not. About Sarah all I’m going to say that just that as always, I hope that you and your daughter will end up better friends. And also, that I’m looking forward to seeing how everyone responds to an apparent media campaign against Layna and I, and I’m considering giving an award for the funniest twitter meme or cartoon in response. Bonus for guessing the source correctly.”
“What’s the prize going to be?”
“I haven’t decided.” Larissa said. “Maybe they get to give you business advice for fifteen minutes, since you evidently need it. Want to do that?” Hell, this was just fun now.
“Larissa, not funny!”
“Oh. Alright, I won’t do that. Sorry. Anyway, did you want anything else from our lunch? I hope you like your food.”
“The food is fine, and the location was great, but the company has left something to be desired so far.”
“Oh? Sorry. I should be more compliant? Or prettier? Or just more polite? If you’ve had enough of the company, you can push off, I’ll pay them.”
“No, Larissa. I would like you to do what I wanted to ask you in the first place. Please tell me your story, the real story. The truth, please.”
“Well, OK. I mean, it’s all public knowledge. I grew up dirt poor in Traralgon. Poorer than you can actually be, because the man who was my father shoved so much money at his mistress.” She told him the story, the kind of detail she had given at the women’s evening. “So there you go. I don’t know how it all happened. I just want to do my job that I love, and love my friends, my families, and my man.”
“And all that’s true?”
“There’s no point me lying to a man of your means. I’m sure you can confirm the truth or otherwise of almost anything I said. It’s almost all on the public or court record one way or another, from long before anyone, least of all me, thought I’d be anything other than a perfectly normal person. Just some of the family context stuff isn’t public.”
“Well, I can only hope that your experiences in the future will teach you wisdom,” Clyde said.
“I will hope for that too,” Larissa said. “Would you like to offer me some advice? I’ll try not to be too entertained.”
“Yes, Larissa, you’ll find that it’s very easy to agree to things when you don’t have to deliver, and very easy to break things, but much harder to build things that work, businesses that keep people with food on the table.”
Larissa frowned. “OK. Thanks for that advice. I’ll think on that, and try to learn better. Of course, we think that it’s proven a lot easier to break the environment than to build things that work, that are sustainable.” Touche, she saw, she’d scored a goal there. “Do you have other advice for me?”
“Yes, Larissa. Be patient. You’re good at making people be better but over time they’ll slide, and you’ll have to accept less than perfection. And you’re going to be in the public eye the rest of your life.”
Larissa nodded. “That’s certainly true, and good advice. I’ll work on my patience, thanks. You’re planning on making me need it?”
Clyde gave a bark of laughter, and said, “Good one, Larissa. It’ll be my daughter who tests you. This has been fun and interesting, and no doubt we’ll run into each a lot in the future. Tell Sarah, and let me know what she says.”
With that, he was gone. Larissa took a deep breath. A few seconds later a bunch of press arrived at her table. Larissa sent a couple of messages and then looked up. “Hi guys!” Though it was mostly women, this time.
“So how did your lunch go?” one of them asked, like it was the most important thing in the world.
“OK. On the record,” Larissa said, to their surprise. “My wrist’s quite sore, and will hopefully start getting better tomorrow. Clyde and I had a nice lunch together, and as always I hope that he and Sarah will end up better friends. I’d also like to add that I’m looking forward to seeing how everyone responds to an apparent media campaign against Layna and I, and I’m planning on giving an award for the funniest social media meme or cartoon in response. Bonus for guessing the source correctly.”
They laughed for that. “What’s the prize?” one of them asked.
Larissa grinned at them. “I haven’t decided. But off the record, OK? I invited Clyde to be part of the contest, it’d be wrong for him to miss out.” They had their mouths open, stunned. They all knew who the source was. “I asked him if I could say that the prize was that whoever wins gets to spend fifteen minutes giving him free business advice.”
The press burst into laughter for that. They really thought that was very funny. When they finally stopped laughing, Larissa said, “You might not believe it, but he didn’t think that was very funny.” They were gone again, barely able to stay upright.
“Come on, you didn’t really say that to him, for real?”
“I really did, but off the record, OK?”
“Will you say anything more about what you said to him, or where Sarah is?”
“Off the record? No, even then, nothing. Primarily it’s a personal thing between them, anything I say isn’t going to help.”
“Come on, tell us something about where Sarah is.”
“Nah. That’d take all the fun out of life. Tell you what, though, she’s not going to do a song with Layna.”
They laughed again and tried a few more times to get something out of her, but she wouldn’t comment further, except to express her worry about the woman who attacked her who was still in an induced coma.
She headed off to the doctor. While security drove, Larissa caught up with her messages.
✉ Larissa: Toni, please announce that I’ll give a prize to the best meme or cartoon anyone tweets to #LarissaAndLayna over the next 48 hours, as long as it’s about today’s media attack on us. Bonus points for correctly identifying the source
✉ Toni: Awesome. Love it
✉ Suzy: Great
✉ Toni: Any rules?
✉ Larissa: No swear words. Beware of libel laws. We’re not responsible for your meme
✉ Suzy: Toni, Nathan will send you a link to quote for Libel
✉ Larissa: Thx. Suzy, you can press release this one once it’s done
✉ Toni: On it!
✉ Suzy: Me too
Then she turned to the messaging thread she’d already been running, just her and Sarah. Maybe this should’ve been a call, but the impersonality of messaging had an advantage.
✉ Larissa: I loved your scones photo:-)
✉ Larissa: Your dad says you do lines of the white stuff. Is that current?
✉ Sarah: OMFG I did do it a few times with the former dick
✉ Sarah: I told Dad I don’t do that anymore
✉ Sarah: It’s the actual real reason he’s a former dick
✉ Larissa: K. Thx. So you don’t have any on you?
✉ Larissa: Haven’t held on to any just in case?
✉ Sarah:...
✉ Sarah: Not me, I would never
✉ Larissa: OK. Go put it in the fire now. Send me a photo
✉ Sarah: How did you know?
✉ Sarah: [Photo of bag of white powder burning in Jane’s family fireplace]
✉ Larissa: I was a drinker, so I know
✉ Larissa: There’s always a secret stash
✉ Larissa: Thanks for burning it. I suggest you talk to Jane about it
✉ Sarah: Do I have to?
✉ Larissa: No. you can talk to me instead
✉ Sarah: I choose Jane
✉ Larissa: Good choice
✉ Sarah: You’re scary
✉ Larissa: I don’t want to be scary to you. You’re a friend
✉ Sarah: Oh, that’s not what I meant, just scary how good you are getting inside me
✉ Larissa: It’s cause I care about you. And Jane will too
✉ Sarah: Thanks
✉ Larissa: Love you. Stay strong. Looks like it’s going well there
✉ Sarah: Love it. A real mum, and Thomas and Jane are great. Last night was very special indeed. Thanks again
✉ Sarah: You sending me here is real love, and I love you back
✉ Larissa::-)
✉ Larissa: On another subject, your Dad says that he will not try to contact you until you contact him
✉ Larissa: But he’s living for that moment
✉ Larissa: I think he loves you a lot, but he forgot to live like that for a while
✉ Larissa: For now, he regrets that. I promised I would tell you he’s waiting, but I don’t think you’re ready yet
✉ Sarah: Thanks. Agree. He can stew a little while longer
✉ Larissa: +1
Then she sent another, to Jane:
✉: Call me about Sarah when you get a chance
Jane called her a few minutes later. “Hey Jane. So about Sarah ... first, how did you go last night?”
She could hear the pleasure in Jane’s voice when she answered. “It was lovely, Larissa. She slid into bed with us, and we had an intense heart to heart, really intimate. Then Thomas demonstrated how good he is with his fingers while I hugged her from behind, and then she watched us make love and ran her hands over us. When we were done we cuddled with her and she cried because it was so different to her other experiences.”
“Sounds really lovely.” And that was pretty much what she’d expected from them. “So, about Sarah, I just had lunch with her Dad, and he warned me that Sarah’s a cocaine user.”
“Oh? I wondered whether she had done it, actually, from something she said. She’s not an addict though, at least not much.”
“No? Well, I just convinced her to burn a bag of cocaine, which she said is her secret stash. And I offered her a choice: talk to me, or you, and she chose you. Are you up to it?”
“I’ll give it a go, Larissa. But if she’s an addict ... that won’t go well. Kicking cocaine requires professional help. If she’s only used it a few times, and she really burnt her stash, maybe.”
“I understand. We’ll do what we can, but we won’t expect miracles. Jane, you’re awesome, thanks.”
“OK, I’ll let you know.”
“Jane, if she tries to score some while she’s there ... kick her straight out. Tell me, and I’ll give her no choice. I’m not letting her screw up on your family there.”
“Thanks Larissa. I’ll definitely do that.”
When Prala, her doctor, unwrapped her wrist, the area covered by the bandage was swollen from internal bleeding, an intense red/purple bruise showing clearly around the needle mark. All healing fine, the doctor said, but don’t hurry back to work. Larissa pouted and said, “I need to get back to work for my mental health,” which made Prala laugh.
When Prala had finished with her wrist, Larissa said, “Prala, can you do something else for me? My cousin, a thirteen year old girl, no, fourteen, anyway, she’s just been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, and apparently she needs some expensive medication that costs thousands of dollars a month for ever.” Prala nodded, and muttered something about the new antibody medications. “Her family hit me up to pay for it this weekend, but they were nasty, really bad. I don’t talk to them, don’t want them in my life. And I’m sure not giving them any money.” Prala was nodding. “But I will pay for her medication, if her specialist tells me it’s medically justified.” Prala looked at her in surprise. Larissa shrugged. “I can cover it, and I can’t say no, but they’re horrible. So I gave Helena your name, to give to her specialist, with instruction that they’re to call you. If you think whoever it is a real specialist, they’re not just taking me for a ride, get them to call me so we can figure out how I’ll pay for it.”
Prala looked at her suspiciously. “Are you sure? That’s a pretty big deal thing to do.”
“Yeah, well, welcome to being rich. I’d give it up in a heartbeat, Prala, but no one’s giving me any choice. But no matter how awful her parents are, it’s not her fault. And no one else cares for her, so I guess it falls to me.”
Prala smiled at her. “She’s lucky that you care, like you care for everyone. But no one cares for her? Not her mum?”
“Nah, evidently not, but I couldn’t dig deep enough to find out how bad it is.”
Prala gave her a long look, and said, “OK. I’ll talk to her specialist if they call me.”
“Thanks, Prala! You’re the best. Make sure your receptionist charges me ten times or something, OK?”
Prala grinned. “Nah. Larissa, I’d rather have you as a patient.”
Well, that wasn’t going to change anytime soon; she’d built up real trust with Prala since getting her pretty much at random when she first arrived in Melbourne. But she’d done what she could for Helena now; Prala’s appreciative smile was just a little like Helena’s massive smile: earlier Dee had sent her a photo of an excited Helena hugging the box containing her phone along with a message of thanks for being a lifesaver.
Had Sienna’s minister made any announcements? They’d had silence from Sienna all day.
✉ Larissa: Any update from Sienna, anyone?
✉ Harper: Not yet
✉ Cornelia: Hanging out for it!
✉ Sienna: Press Conference in 47 minutes
✉ Larissa: Awesome. So excited
✉ Layna: +1
✉ Kayla: I’ll be watching!
Larissa watched the press conference with Layna and her team on their big screen. They were excited about this - they’d supported Sienna’s team on an ongoing basis, and they were laughing and joking about some of the things Sienna had done while waiting for the press conference to get going. Finally, the principals came in: The Minister, the Prime Minister, a man Larissa recognised but didn’t know, and Sienna.
The first to speak was the Prime Minister, who thanked everyone for their interest in one of the subjects most dear to his heart, housing affordability for normal Australians, and welcome to his government taking a significant move to resolve the problem. He handed over to the minister to describe the challenges in the housing space.
The minister described the problems, all things that Sienna had covered, since she’d been thorough, and a brief history of the challenges that previous attempts to make housing more affordable had faced, and then the minister expressed her determination that her government was going to fix the problem. Then she handed back to the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister announced that he had established a royal commission into the matter, and read out Sienna’s terms, word for word as far as Larissa remembered. Then he announced that negative gearing was on the table, in spite of being a political third rail again and again. There was just no choice, he said, and people deeply invested in the property market might have to figure out how to find an exit strategy, because there was simply no other way but to reduce the value of property in an inflation adjusted sense and sustain that reduction for decades. Finally, he announced the chair of the royal commission, and introduced him, and mentioned that he was also the Chair of the Board for the Brotherhood of St Laurence.
Wow. Sienna’s board chair. The purpose of the royal commission had to be clear to everyone now. He thanked the Prime Minister and the minister for giving him the opportunity to address this really significant issue and noted that the Brotherhood worked with many Australians unable to find or afford housing, and the problem was worsening. Then he noted that negative gearing and restrictive planning practices were at the core of the challenge, and they were front and centre for the commission, and thanked Sienna for her work in raising the profile of the whole issue, and noted her determination to smash negative gearing, a vision he shared.
Back to the prime minister, who thanked the Brotherhood and their activist board, and his minster for her leadership, and then made a final position statement about his concern for normal Australians. Time for questions.
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