Chapter 104

The ladies all loved it laughing along as it went. As it quieted down, I released them all except Peter and Charles, but most stayed to listen.

“I’m officially going to release you from the ‘Every Little Piece’ number, gentlemen. I will recast that later. Turn to the song called ‘You and Me (But Mostly Me)’ look it over for a moment. Johnny Carter and James Allen, you will be learning the PETE’S DRAGON numbers during our next day off.” Joan gave James a kiss, Geena gave Johnny a kiss on the cheek.

“Elders, are you ready?”

“Sure thing, Elder Boss...”

ELDER PRICE
I have always had the hope
that on the day
I go to heaven
Heavenly Father will
shake my hand and say,
“You have done an
awesome job, Kevin.”
Now it’s our time to go out
and set the world’s people free
And we can do it
together, you and me
but mostly me!
You and me – but mostly me
are gonna change the world forever
‘Cause I can do most anything!

Jeff Bell started the standing ovation when the two boys finished, as everyone else knew why I did what I just did. These two have a future ‘together’ on stage, no doubt about it!

We went through “Two By Two,” “I’m Here For You,” “I Believe,” and “Baptize Me,” and then it was time to work on another new number called, “Man Up” but it would need some censoring.

“Jeff,” I asked, “What do you think of this song, and what should we change, if anything?”

“Only the final line, whatever you think would work better, use it.”

“OK, the final line about the Maggots, will be changed to everybody together singing, “Man Up.” I know it’s musically very different, but you can do it, I’m quite sure!”

“Charles, are you ready... ?”

ELDER CUNNINGHAM
What did Jesus do when
they sentenced him to die?
Did he try to run away?
Did he just break down and cry?
No, Jesus dug down deep,
knowing what he had to do
When faced with his own death,
Jesus knew that he had to...
Man up, he had to man up.
So he crawled up on that cross,
and he stuck it out.
And he manned up;
Christ, he manned up.
And taught us all what
real manning up is about.
And now it’s up to me,
and it’s time to man up.
Jesus had his time to,
now it’s mine to man up.
I’m taking the reins,
I’m crossing the bear
And just like Jesus,
I’m growing a pair!
I’ve gotta stand up,
can’t just clam up.
It’s time to man up!{br}

After hearing that all the way through, I may decide to cut it.

We finished up the new numbers, cleaning them up as needed.

That night, with two queens, were Tracy, Liz, and me in one and Jennie, Princess & Stu, in the other, with Jenn relocated for the night.

Before we were both under the covers, Tracy had her mouth on me and was munching and gnawing on my manhood.

My phone rang and I got it despite being occupied, “Yeah Dad, what is it?”

Tracy looked up from what she was doing and smiled at me.

“How do you feel about legalized gambling?” he asked.

“In what respect, exactly?”

“It’s partially legal in Indiana, Evansville has a casino called the Tropicana. It’s what is called a Riverboat Casino.”

“So?”

“We ... I mean your mother and I own property on the banks of the Wabash River that could be a port for another Riverboat Casino, or possibly one of our own.”

“What an interesting idea ... you are talking about getting in the business of owning and running a casino on the Wabash River? OWWWW!”

“What’s wrong, Michael?”

“Can we talk about this later; someone is at the door?” I asked.

“Sure, call me whenever.”

After ending the call, I said, “Biting will not be tolerated Miss Crabtree, do you understand?”

“Sorry, I needed to get your attention,” she said making a face that reminded me of that day with her sister. “What did your daddy want? Something about a casino?”

“Don’t worry about him right now, either suck me or fuck me ... right now, bitch.”

She moved and was on my dick fucking herself as though it would be the last time we ever did it. I pulled her to me and said, “Can’t you go faster than that? My little sister is faster than you are?”

She did indeed start moving faster, I wondered if she was a submissive or not, the way she talked to me sometimes. I was near my first cum of the night. I flipped us over to be on top and within a minute I was pumping a large load of Michael Milk deep inside this marvelous woman who told me she loved me.

From the other bed, where Stuart was being vandalized by Liz, Jennie, and Isabel, Jennie was riding him and enjoying it immensely.

All through our liaison I was wondering about the idea of a casino. After the two of us took a shower together making out while we washed, we put on some pajamas. I wore the bottoms and let her wear the tops. She snuggled into my shoulder and said, “I hope I didn’t freak you out by telling you I was in love with you so quickly after we met and made love the first time?”

“Not even a little, Trace ... the feeling is mutual, and that is my problem ... not yours. Go to sleep baby doll, I have some work on my laptop to do.”

I fully researched casinos in general, riverboat casinos, and the state of gambling in Indiana. This could be a good idea.

All the property we got from Ed Chapman wasn’t his originally. For a city that wasn’t growing as fast as founding and current fathers had hoped for, plus the very unsettling weather, the previous settlers had purchased all the barely improved land, but bugged out for some unexplainable reason in

****

My alarm woke me up, and I slipped away from Tracy. I texted dad to meet me for a breakfast meeting, for which he responded, “Sure.”

We met up downstairs with mom on his arm. I stood for her as I had been trained by her to do. The irony made me chuckle to myself.

“Good morning,” I said kissing her hand. “So, Brian, what’s on the agenda for this meeting of the board. We don’t have a quorum, do we?”

“Michael, sometimes you make me laugh,” he retorted.

“After we talked, and after dispatching the person -- at the door, I looked up gambling, casino gambling to be specific, in Indiana. Most of the laws in place aren’t terribly conducive to starting a casino of our own, whether on the Wabash or somewhere on land in Vincennes. Do you know something I don’t?”

“For a change, the answer to that is yes,” Brian said to mom’s snicker. He pulled from a suitcase, a series of maps, that showed the land we already knew we owned, from the Chapmans, was 19.44sqm, but with the new information, due to the concept of grandfathering, things expanded all along the Indiana side of the Wabash, and some other acreage just on the Illinois side. Some other patches of land above US150 and bits of property out to US 241 made it pan out to over 44sqm.

Just as I was about to change subjects to restaurant choices, my phone rang, and I gave my most recent lover directions on where to find us.

“Dad, I haven’t heard you address the dark side of having a casino in Vincennes. I found a statistic that incidences of reported crime often double and triple in communities within three years of a casino opening.”

A waiter finally came up to us, with menus. I stopped the young man asking him, “Aren’t there gambling casinos in Salt Lake City?”

“Not in Salt Lake City proper, but in Mill Creek and Taylorsville, Sir,” he answered.

“Have you ever been to either of them yourself?” I inquired.

“I checked it out one or two times. It felt fake and was too noisy for me. The government takes enough of my paycheck, so I just ignored it since then.”

“Thanks for your opinion,” I said shaking his hand.

“Are you saying, Michael” Brian said, “That we should dismiss the idea out of hand?”

“Not necessarily – Since we began this conversation, an idea popped into my brain. If there are any future casinos of any kind coming into the Knox County Area, maybe we should think this through. There is a lot of nearly vacant land on the west side of I-41. We could buy out the dozen or so farms, ranches, and homes offering them land we own up in Frichton. That would get us real close to having enough land for the Theme Park I want.”

“So,” my dad said, “This is all a transfer of land to get you in the theme park business?”

Time to drop a shoe, without Jennifer; Oooh, boy!

“A nice five or six-story hotel with a two or three-story complex restaurant. It could be alongside our airport,” I said as casually as possible.

“Vincennes doesn’t have its own airport, Michael,” Janice remarked.

“And why do you think that is?” I asked.

Dad leaned back in his chair. He knew my ways.

“Let’s look at these menus, why don’t we?”

My phone rang. “Where are you, loverboy?” Tracy asked.

“Having a breakfast meeting with my parents ... put something on and join us if you’d like?”

“Sure thing, see you in a couple.”

“Who was that?” Janice asked much too casually.

“Tracy Crabtree, she’s part of the nightly rotation of my harem,” I explained with a straight face.

Fortunately, our young server showed up and we ordered, telling him another person was coming to join us. It got quiet.

“I was wondering when you might bring up this subject, son. The financial aspects aside, do you have a place to put it?”

“Hello, everyone?” Tracy said sitting by me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I whispered ‘Theme Park’ in her ear, as I settled her in a chair by me.

“We just ordered,” I said motioning our guy back.

She ordered what she wanted. “What are you all talking about, anyway?”

“A couple of things, Blondie. Remember the positioning of the 25,000-person Entertainment Center with the big hotel to its south?”

“Yeah, I do. What about it?” She said sounding very excited.

“Brian has a layout in mind for the farthest south end, on Deshee Road. Tell her about it, Dad?”

He gave me a look, then turned his original idea 45 degrees, as he looked in her eyes, “Well, Miss Crabtree, down on the corner of Main Street Rod, and what is currently called County Road 600 S, we have an option to purchase an additional 1,300,000 square feet where we could build restaurants to our hearts content facing north just about any direction.”

Her mouth was agape.

“Tracy,” I said, “That frees up enough land between Wabash River and I41, nearly 58 square miles, to build the CAMELOT THEME PARK I have been thinking about for some time. I need someone with a million-dollar smile to go with Brian and Stuart to purchase and relocate the businesses, homes, and farms inside our other available land to improve.”

While she was thinking of a downside to this, I nudged Dad, who said, “We have lined up enough places for a six story Restaurant Row, of sorts.

“Of the sixth floor, would be an Elephant Bar and PF Changs. We would be the first place in Indiana to have an Elephant Bar, and only Indianapolis has a PF Changs nearby.”

“Ohh, new places!” Tracy said. “We need some new places to eat badly in this town.”

I put my hand on her back causing her to see my mouthing ‘calm down.’

“What’s on the fifth floor, Dad?” I asked.

“A large version of Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. It’s Rush Limbaugh’s favorite place to eat. The only other places in the state that have one are Indianapolis and Mishawaka,” he said.

Tracy giggled. “What’s next?” she asked.

“On the fourth floor, would be a Carrabba’s Italian Grill. The only other ones in the state are at Southport and points north of it.” His rolling of his R’s helped sell that.

“I have been to one those before, hon ... Michael, they are fabulous,” Tracy said. “Their Lasagna is to die for.”

“I have always preferred my mother’s Lasagna, Miss Crabtree.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said to me. “What’s on the third floor, Brian baby?” Janice is in the zone!

He gave her a look, then announced, “It’s a place called the Bonefish Grill. They have one in Evansville, but still want one here.”

“Do they realize that they may need to adjust their hours of operation to coordinate with the different events at the Mansion?” I asked.

“I have told everyone about that very thing. PF Chang may be willing to be open 24/7, but they may change their mind on that. On the second floor would be a larger than usual Rainforest Café. It would be their first in Indiana. They would promise us at least five years of being the only one. The next closest is in Nashville.”

“And on the top floor?” Tracy asked smiling broadly at Brian.

“The Capital Grille, with the closest being up in Indianapolis,” Mom mentioned.

“Why have all of these places come here, is it because of the Mansion, or something else?” Tracy questioned taking a quick glance at me.

“To be honest,” Brian said, “It was only partly because of the Mansion. Every executive I have spoken to has told me that they think that my son is a role model for every teenager in the United States of America!”

His eyes were brimming with pride for me. I was near tears myself.

Out of impulse, Tracy took my arm and said, “Everyone knows how important Michael is. I know I do.”

“So, Dad ... What other places have you spoken to, but haven’t gotten a commitment from?

Proudly, he said, “Benihanas, Trader Vic’s, where we will be only the fifth one in the United States.”

“Wow ... again, and this will be back to back with the mall being built on the other side of the street!”

“Yes, with Vincennes getting its own Hooters, Victoria’s Secret, and a few other non-food stores and business” I said.

I stopped talking long enough to eat some of my breakfast. It was my usual, scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and sourdough toast. After taking a drink of my milk, I realized something we hadn’t talked about before.

“Dad, will the Mansion have a marquee or electronic sign of some kind to let people know, who are driving by, exactly what is onstage along with what is coming up in the future?”

He looked like he was thinking pretty hard, then said, “Son, we never have discussed that before, I’m pretty sure. Is there anything you have in mind, Michael?”

“What comes to mind is either a large electronic marquee, or billboard like they use in Vegas, for when a show comes into town or a colored running script line, like I have seen in pictures of New York City. It wouldn’t hurt to buy a traditional set of billboards to advertise the general idea of having the Mansion on both ways into Vincennes, on the I-69 and the US 50.”

“Michael,” he said, “The Vegas style marquee is likely too much flash for little Vincennes to handle.”

Tracy spoke up, “Excuse me Brian, but isn’t the whole idea of having the Mansion to make little Vincennes ... bigger Vincennes? From what I know about the town, the population has gone from over 21,000 in the ‘80s to barely 20,000 in the ‘90s to the latest census showing that there are back down to 18,423 people.”

“She has a point, Dad. She’s not only pretty,” I said kissing her hand.

“In those same statistics,” she went on, “The city proper is 92% white, 5% black and the median age in the city proper is only 33. Besides that, we are the 45th largest city in the state only needing 5,000 people more to become the 40^th largest. I remember from a marketing class I most recently took; business and industry are looking for places that are growing, not declining. Between the Mansion, the several 105 story Hotels with 30 of its own places to eat, the half dozen PDI’ and the collection of restaurants you guys just talked about and the excitement your son has brought to people everywhere he goes, Vincennes may be headed to 50,000 or more, before you know it.”

“That would make us the fifteenth largest city in the state. Maybe I should hire you as our Public Relations expert?” I said to her.

“That would be amazing, Michael. That’s what I have my bachelor’s degree in ... with a minor in Business,” Tracy said.

“Mom,” I asked, “That sounds like a match made in heaven ... don’t you think?”

She had been suspiciously quiet through most of these discussions, being on the alert for a reason to belittle Cece’s little sister, it appeared to me.

However, she answered, “I think that sounds like a very good idea. Having a pretty PR person has its advantages.”

“Thank you for saying that, Janice. I appreciate your approval a lot.” She got up and so did mom, and they hugged tight.

“The fact that she is a hugger can only help,” Janice said with a snort.

After wrapping up breakfast and agreeing to talk again soon while keeping what we had discussed to ourselves, I took Tracy back to our room.

In the elevator she said, “I had gotten the feeling that your mother didn’t like me very much, but it seemed to change today.”

“She probably realizes how important you have become to me and may have been jealous, a little.”

“I don’t want to come between a boy and his mother,” she said

“I would like to cum all over your face,” I said back to her.

She pushed me against the wall of the elevator and said, “You have yourself a deal, Mr. Thomas,” putting her mouth on mine for as long as we dared.

Getting to our floor, we met Liz and Jennie, telling them we had breakfast already. I added to please come in quietly.

They each gave me a peck on the cheek, giggling as they left.

“You really know your city ... spouting all of those statistics, pretty lady?” I said.

“I can’t believe you offered me a job. I guess I won’t be going back to college after all.”

“If you already had a Bachelors, why were you still going at all?” I asked starting the walk to our room.

“I was going towards a second Bachelors ... in Technology with a specialty in Information Tech,” she said.

“I have never heard of that before, how far along were you?”

“Only about halfway, I was really tired of going to school. Your offer couldn’t have come at a better time.”

“Speaking of cumming at a better time,” I said opening our door.

“SURPRISE!”

It was Jennifer and Princess waiting for me wearing only panties. Tracy also quickly stripped to her panties, leaving me in front of three gorgeous women, with the youngest clearly the hottest.

Stuart was nowhere to be seen.

“Did you know about this, Tracy?” I asked her.

“I may have set it all up, as long as I get first chance at that all-day sucker you got between your legs.”

“I have been wondering exactly how big you are, so I brought a tape measure,” Princess said.

“You won’t be able to measure me soft, because the moment the door opened, I started getting hard,” I admitted.

“Get stripped and on your back, Buster,” Jennifer said.

This won’t be a foursome ... it will be a reverse gangbang!

After arguing for a minute about where to measure from, they made sure I was fully erect, that was Izzy’s job giving me a partial blowjob.

They found the mid-point and measured around. Tracy announced ‘Nine point eight four centimeters’... ‘Three and seven eighths inches’ in girth.

After that, Princess, taking her job quite seriously, got me extremely hard again. Again, they argued whether a tape measure would be more accurate than a hard ruler. Since none of them brought one, the fabric tape would have to do.

They found my pubic bone, then matched the spot on the top of my erection.

“Twenty-seven point nine five centimeters,” Tracy announced. “That’s exactly eleven inches.”

“You have gotten bigger than when we first started making love,” Jennifer said to me.

“The last time I measured myself, I was only six inches long. I can only assume I had a growth spurt, pardon the pun.”

I saw Tracy taking off her panties, I’d swear I just got even bigger, but she came up and straddled me. Princess was handling my erection putting it in position, then said “Go!”

I was expecting her to drop splat on me, but she asked Princess to keep hold of me and she put just the tip inside. “Jerk him off, Isabel, until he cums please?”

She did as requested. This was very different than anything any of us had done before. The double sensation of being inside a pussy and a hand on me from a different girl was moving me along rather quickly as it was happening.

From the other side of the bed, Jennifer put her fingers gingerly on my nut-sack. They were all giggling saying how they all felt me when I flexed.

“Do ... do you still want me ... to - to cum on your face ... Trace?”

“No ... I want you to cum with all of us attached to you. I want us all to feel you cumming. Are you close?”

“Yeah?” I said. “Really close! Do you want me to say when I am, or not?”

“Don’t,” Jenn said. “I want only to feel it when it’s happening.”

Princess said, “Fuck her, cum in her, you know you want to. You know Andy is yours, don’t you? Come on big brother, we all want to feel you making a baby inside Tracy. She told us she wants your baby, so do it ... fuck her ... cum inside her. Fill her up right now!”

I couldn’t keep it in any longer and I silently started to cum -- spurt after spurt. I felt at least eight this time. Both girls were jerking me trying to get even more inside Tracy.