Chapter 96

With a girl on each arm, we walked into the Teacher’s Lounge with Charlie giving me a slap on the shoulder saying, “You always have a pretty girl on your arm. What do you do for them?”

“Charlie, that’s need to know ... and you don’t.”

His gregarious laugh caused others to laugh along.

“There he is, on your seven o’clock, Michael.”

I noticed he was sitting alone ... after I set the girls down I went over and said to him, “Mr. Reyes, my name is Michael Thomas, we need a fourth at our table. I would like to talk to you about marketing, if that would be all right.”

In almost a too quiet voice, he said, “I would glad to, Mr. Thomas. I know of you. You can’t be at either school and not know who Michael Thomas is.”

He got up and was easily six foot seven or eight. I had him sit by Clarice. She smiled at him.

“So, Mr. Thomas...”

“Call me Michael, please?”

“Then you can call me Joseph, all of you,” he said.

“All right then, you know of our group the Gold Standard Society? We have recorded a CD. We have the means to duplicate it on a pretty good-sized scale, or simply, and expensively, sell it directly through iTunes. We need some Marketing tips on the best way to sell it?”

“Very interesting. Are you singing on this CD, my dear?” he asked Clarice.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“No, she’s not,” I affirmed.

“I’m aware of eBay, iTunes, or maybe just going to a music store and trying to sell them on a commission basis. Could you help us on a marketing level?”

“Well, I doubt I can help you in the hour we have for lunch, but maybe I can direct you a little...”

Our server came up, and we all ordered with me saying, “Put it all on my ticket please, Roseanne?”

She giggled and said that was OK, and left.

“That was a form of marketing. Talking directly to people and getting a positive response,” he said.

“I never thought of that before, Sir.”

“If all Michael had to do was talk to every girl in the world they would purchase whatever he was selling,” Jennifer said with a smile. Joseph smiled at her.

“Pardon me, this lovely lady is Jennifer Guthrie and is also my fiancée. Show him the ring, honey.” She did. “Of course, you know Clarice Hornicek, niece of the principal of the school.”

“I have had the pleasure.”

We talked some more. I was fascinated with his off-the-cuff ideas. We traded business cards and our meal came and we ate it. I promised to call him when I needed some more information. After lunch was over, I took both ladies and walked out.

“I think he’s got it pretty bad for you, Ms. Hornicek,” Jenn said.

“We went on a single date, but he was much too forward for me. I’d swear he had four or more hands.”

“Sorry, I guess I ruined you for a real man, haven’t I?”

“Mr. Thompson is very real and also very machismo. We really seem to click together. Off to your next class, you two.”

I gave Jenn a kiss on the mouth and I kissed the back of the hand of this adventurous redhead.

While we were gone, I had asked Tracy to Next Day Air our package to the Lopez clan. I was hoping for them to love it as much as we did.

Our day was over, we got Princess bringing her up to date on things. She sounded so excited. We quickly got home to get to work on things.

One of the things Joseph mentioned was to find out what people are charging for similar product, so that was my first job. To make it go faster, we all poured over websites selling packaged CDs.

I quickly realized we need more music recorded, in case this first one goes viral. I went to my iTunes Gold Standard playlist (which was formidable) to come up with a list of twenty songs to record next.

I was dropping GSS songs so fast into a new Playlist, by the time I stopped to check, I had thirty-six songs instead of only twenty.

“Michael! What are you doing?” Princess said getting up and looking at my laptop.

A little sheepishly, I said, “Picking out the songs we record next.”

“You’ve got Broadway mixed with current music ... I don’t think you should mix things up. Maybe go with all Broadway. That is your favorite genre of music after all.”

I took her idea and cut the list down to seventeen songs lasting sixty-eight minutes.

“There, what do you think of it, now, Princess?”

She looked at it and said, “Pretty good. Show your fiancée?”

She liked it as well. “Are you including the whole group this time?”

“Of course, your mother has to sing the title song from GOLDFINGER, you at least would sing, “I Dreamed A Dream” and Janice would sing “The Winner Takes It All.”

“That is so bitchin,’” my little sister said. “Us ... selling recordings of music we all love.”

“I still have to get approval to record the songs. Jeff would be able to do that for me.”

“I thought you usually used your dad for that?” Jennifer said.

“Most of the time, he handed it off to Jeff, so I thought I should go straight to him. I will still go to Brian for the big things.”

“We have and know enough Broadway music to put out a dozen CDs, don’t we?” Princess asked.

“More like four or five dozen,” Jennifer added on.

“We got the James Bond Music, Disney, any of the shows either Jackson or Lincoln as ever done,” Princess said.

“Yep, we have all that to choose from. Why didn’t I think of this earlier. LES MISÉRABLES, ANNIE ... all of those shows? Dammit.”

“It’s OK lover ... you couldn’t foresee what was going to happen,” Jennifer said kissing me behind the ear. That felt nice.

“I like to pride myself on thinking ahead. However, it’s not too late. I have over 55 CDs worth of music labeled BROADWAY/FILM not counting all the music for the shows I haven’t purchased yet for next year.”

“Couldn’t we do it on Sundays?” Princess said. “We usually just lay around the place, eating, singing, and making love.” She giggled loudly after she was done.

“We already take these kids from their families too often,” I responded.

“The money we make from doing it -- why not share that, like the way you do with the concert money?” my little sister said back to me, doing the kiss behind the ear thing herself.

“That sounds like a lot of recordkeeping, trying to keep track of who is in which musical number,” I said.

“Cut the percentage to maybe half, and pay everybody for all the songs. Wouldn’t that make plenty of money for the corporation, Michael?” Jenn said moving to sit on my other side.

“That could work, until we have the symphony to deal with,” I speculated. “Then, I could cut the percentage to 0.39 percent per performer ... NO, it would need to be less than that, maybe to 0.32 instead. Anyhow, it’s a marvelous idea. Thank you ladies for talking me into it. Let’s see how everyone responds.”

I texted a gang text, including adults asking for a yes or no to using Sunday to begin recording music to sell. These people must be waiting for texts from me, because of how fast I received ‘yes’ after ‘yes’ with a few saying ‘yes’ with the condition of needing to go to church first.

I texted back what was better ... early like nine am or later at one pm. The overwhelming responses was one pm, so I set that with a final text saying we were starting this coming Sunday. Done!

Coming up with the list of who would sing what was simple enough, and we were set. I needed Stuart to configure Thomas Auditorium so he can run things from the eye in the sky!

I had the music for the next group, but I needed to get some original scores from Jeff. I moved from the sofa and put some Johnny Cash music on the piano I had been wanting to learn... (The Folk Singer)

As I walk these narrow streets
where a million passin’ feet
have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
suddenly I realize nobody knows me

With the rain on my face
there’s no place where I belong

Did you forget the folk singers so soon
and did you forget my song

“That was a Johnny Cash song, wasn’t it, Michael?” Jennie said walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, it was in the box of music I got from the kids. I’m slowly going through it, although I may need to move sooner with the new recording schedule we have developed.”

I went right into another older country song, although either Peter or Geoff would probably sing it better...

Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you’d see there

And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain{br}

(They all joined in)

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places{br}

(Everyone in the room was rocking to the music)

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before
Everything’s all right
I will just say goodnight
And I’ll show myself to the door

Hey, I didn’t mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I’ll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you’re livin’ in
‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places{br}

(They all joined back in again)

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends ... in low places{br}

I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before
And everything is alright
I will just say goodnight
And I’ll show myself to the door
I didn’t mean to cause a big scene
Just wait ‘til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I’ll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I will be okay
I’m n’big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places{br}

Oh, I’ve got friends in low places

It could have gone on forever, but I stopped it. Tracy was dancing with Andy in her arms. I went over and wrapped my arms around them both and danced with her.

From the baby between us, we both clearly heard ‘Daa-daa,’ causing her to blush and me to swell with pride. We had a moment and a kiss, with this baby bundle between us.

Breaking apart, I asked, “Was that the first time he ever said that?”

“With me, it us. Don’t think too much about it, Michael. Please don’t?”

“I can at least dream about him being mine, can’t I?”

“I don’t know. Be careful, please?”

“What’s with all your whispering?” Princess said.

“We’re just talkin’,” I answered. “I do have a responsibility to keep all of you as happy as I can.”

“I need to feed Andy,” Tracy said taking him upstairs.

“Who would like a big hug and kiss? Anyone?” I asked.

I was semi-surrounded by these fabulous examples of feminine artistry.

Elizabeth was first to step towards me. I approached her and said, “Somebody has always got to go first, my dear.”

I walked towards her and put my hands on her face. She leaned in with closed eyes and the contact was marvel-ous. Her lips tasted much like my Princess, but they were fuller ... more like kissing mom. I felt her arms surrounding me and it felt really nice. My hands slipped inside her arms and found a wonderful pair of butt cheeks, although my hands were outside of her panty line. The kiss lasted a long time, and with separation I said to her, “How about we share a bed later tonight?”

“Do we have to wait?” she asked, shuddering in my arms.

With my newborn upper arm strength, I picked her up over my shoulder and said, “We should be done by dinner ... don’t wait for us if you get hungry.”

In her room, she got herself undressed as did I. “Michael,” she said. “I don’t understand this, but you seem more confident even since I moved in. What is it ... what’s happened?”

“Nothing, except that I have a supreme amount of love for each of you, and I’m more willing than ever to express it. Do you want anything in particular, Lizzy?”

“Just fuck me ... fuck me really hard, for as long as you want and fill me with that marvelous Michael Milk of yours, please?”

I dropped my pants showing my extreme hardness.

“Ooohhhh, dear ... he seems ready to invade me. Please?”

After first giving her a few good licks, I powered my way deep inside this teacher. I heard she used to be called ‘Melons Marvel’ because of her big round tits and great legs. Every boy I knew wanted to be where I was at this moment in time, but I was there and I started thrusting for every boy.

I fucked her with a fast rhythm, all the while playing first with her breasts and nipples, then kissing this most marvel-ous female in my harem. I would put her in third place behind Princess and Jennifer in overall beauty either clothed or naked.

Not sure how long we had been going, but I was finally near my first orgasm. She was enjoying it all very much, her bosom flopping around in response to my machinations.

She already had at least two of her own. I started gnawing on those pink nipples of hers at which time I released a torrent inside her.

“Oh, my god ... no one has ever made me feel like this. I admit to many lovers in my lifetime, but Michael know this ... you are the best I have ever hoped to have. I love you.”

She began to cry and I just kept spurting. “It’s OK Liz. You’re welcome here for as long as you need. Just stay protected, please?”

“That’s a deal, Michael. If not on the pill, I could have twins or triplets. They’re prevalent in my family. I have an identical twin, but she teaches in Chicago.”

“Maybe I could meet her while on the Tour,” I suggested.

“Maybe so, she’s not married either ... have you ever had twins?”

“Now there is an idea,” I said. “I do need to ask Jennifer for approval.”

“Are you getting hard again?” she asked.

“We’re talking about sex, that always makes me hard,” I admitted.

“Let me clean up a little, please?” she asked sounding like Princess.

I pulled out letting her up, and within a minute she was back, but she turned on her stomach.

“Oh, you want it in the ass, do you?”

“Do you mind? Jenn said you were really good.”

“So, all of you are talking about me?” I said pulling her up on her knees.

“Of course, guys talk about girls ... you don’t think girls pass around pertinent information about size and endurance and who is the best fuck?”

“Never gave it much thought, I guess.”

“Go wild honey, I absolutely love being butt-fucked,” she said spreading her cheeks apart for me.

Wow, was such an understatement at this point?

I did go in easier than ever before, and I quickly was deep inside her. She was most certainly enjoying every centimeter of my hardness. I didn’t even have to thrust, she was moving back and forth on her own volition. Another Wow was in order!

It took some time before I was anywhere close to cumming. She was in near rapture the whole time, until the inevitable happened and I came deep inside her ass. She moaned loud as that happened as was I.

There was a knock on the door, “Everything all right in there?” it was Jennie.

“Just fine,” I announced.

Multiple giggles abounded from just outside the door.

“Don’t pull out yet, Michael ... just keep stroking inside my ass,” she said loud enough to be heard.

I did as she had requested, and it felt so magnificent to be inside this fabulous ass. I may not have been the first, but I will bet I was the best ... so far!

When we were finally done we took a shower and I put back on the boxers I had worn to get to my room and change.

We had a final arousing kiss, and I headed to my room.

I had something of a ‘walk of shame,’ with all the ladies taunting me a little.

I went inside my room with Jenn right behind me. I fell backwards on the bed, saying, “Wow ... she is a lovely woman and has one hell of an ass. I need to rest for about an hour, then I should be good for the rest of the night.”

“Is she the only other one besides Izzy and me to get you in her ass?”

“So far, but there are other ladies in the house,” I said falling asleep.

I woke up to them all listening to the FROZEN recording again downstairs. They all appeared to love it, singing along whenever they could. I dropped between Tracy and Princess to listen with them. They both grabbed an arm.

“I could listen to this over and over,” Tracy said. “Between Isabel, Jennifer and Charles, this could sell a lot of copies.”

“I did some rough figuring, if we sold 1,500 copies at $9.99 per CD, everybody concerned would make $52 each.”

“But, if we sold 100,000 copies at that same price, everyone would make $3,600 each ... and that’s just for one CD.”

“How much would the GSS in general make for those same 100,000 copies?” Liz asked.

“Over $600,000 ... that would be enough to replace both of our buses when we need to,” I answered. “I’m including everybody in this room, except for Andy, with those figures.”

“When we become a Symphony, I will keep those same percentages,” I promised. “Every adult will have a job with the corporation, if they want it,” I added. “The women and men will be all paid the same pay for equal work.”

That got me some big applause from them all.

“But, they would be full time work, no side jobs allowed.”

That quieted things down a bit. I got a look from Elizabeth.

“That won’t be happening for around eighteen months from now, so get your affairs in order,” I said trying to keep a straight face, but not doing a very good job. “I’m actually expecting to have mostly female employees. I have been reading they are more productive in the workplace, as long as they aren’t in competition with the other ladies.”

“So, we all will be working underneath you?” Jennie Robinson said.

“Not at the same time, unless it’s well scheduled,” I said back.

“I’m sure that can be done, maybe a weekly get together?” Tracy said.

“As often as it will take to make sure he keeps on top of things,” Elizabeth said.

They all broke in gales of laughter.