Chapter 25

Things went faster than anyone planned. Not quite two weeks passed before Joe and Cheryl were ready to head back home. By any means necessary, Joe figured, Rachel had found a remarkable amount of funding for creating and distributing the lengthy live video of the Tokyo concert. She even had VH1 and a couple of premiere cable channels competing for the right to show it. VH1 had always been her choice, since it didn’t require subscription, and the annoyance of commercials would promote purchasing rather than recording, but she never let on. Cheryl of course negotiated what the winner would pay and how it would be broadcast. A lengthy special planned for the spring, and then three separate nights for the three sections after that. Only after the broadcast and the sort of repeats would Rachel make the video available to the masses for sale. Also on four versions, the full length to contain a full DVD of extras.

Eddie’s old company would distribute everything, including the CDs. When Rachel wanted to require them to reissue and distribute the MIRE catalog, they retaliated with an offer to buy the catalog for far too low of a price, and Rachel backed off. A pyhrric victory, because otherwise, with Cheryl calmly threatening to sue them for their bad faith negotiations for Eddie’s Monster residuals, which would have meant a considerable amount of payment to make up for Eddie’s losses, their percentage for Eddie’s use of his old material went down considerably and Eddie’s of course went up. An unprecedented deal, with the added factor of the improvement of songs both in the live setting and the engineering being a significant part of their success would have been historical and game changing if they hadn’t required everyone signing a non-disclosure form. It did require the label to pay out two more points for all Eddie’s Monsters sales prior to the new contract. Not an insignificant amount, but it could have been more. Cheryl figured they needed to be somewhat on Eddie’s side going into the future.

The deal also required Eddie to do the engineering for the sound for both the CDs and DVDs, which Eddie had no problem with. It helped that Eddie liked the guy who filmed the concert and was editing and directing the film, as did Rachel. A strictly professional relationship. The man wasn’t gay. Though Rachel did manage to get a few professionals to take care of the guy’s sexual needs, hitting on him and not revealing their professional status, until the last one stuck with him, eventually revealing the truth to him and being not just forgiven, but actually heating things up in the bedroom.

The other reason for Joe to stay in LA happened quickly as well. Rhonda and Theresa moved into their new house. Bob as well, until school started. He even coaxed Lynn to move in with him, or at least use the place as her new home, since Bob would only be able to be there for weekends mostly. They also needed to wait until the basement was redone, creating more rooms, including a bedroom for her which she could do up in pink.

The trainer also became a shared lover. His offer to train her was only accepted when he promised to not make her any less feminine. The three trained as well once a week with Theresa and Rhonda, learning Krav Maga.

The only one who truly wished Joe could have stayed longer was Maria. He made up for it by staying with her the last three days, having the house to themselves while Bob was in Santa Monica. She was quite sated, though tearful, saying goodbye to Joe. Until the next time she needed him.

Once Joe and Cheryl settled into their seats for the flight home, she asked him, “Is Maria okay?”

Joe took her hand and kissed her. “She’s fine,” he smiled.

“Are you sure?”

“Bob will be home soon, so yes. She’s always sad when I leave. I am too. I’ll miss her. We did get closer than ever these past three days.”

“Speaking of which, I kind of wish this was one of Rachel’s weird flights.”

“Me too,” Joe chuckled.

“You sure your goddess didn’t tap you out?”

“You know me better than that.”

“That I do, stud boy,” she giggled and tapped his groin.

“Ready to get back to the grind?” Joe asked.

“I haven’t stopped grinding,” Cheryl reminded him. “I made the firm a considerable amount thanks to Rachel.”

“Thanks to you,” Joe argued.

“I’m pretty fucking great at it,” she grinned.

“That you are, Firecracker,” Joe laughed.

“You and Eddie?”

“I guess we’re taking a break. I’ll pull together the Tour book with Katrina and Consuela before Katrina needs to head home. Just a few days, unfortunately, but it should be enough.”

“You won’t just be pulling together the book with those two,” Cheryl pouted.

“Tonight’s yours, I promise.”

“No Joe. Katrina misses you and she won’t be there for long.”

“Cheryl?”

“Maybe I’ll invite myself into bed with you.”

“You sure?”

“I’m ... curious.”

“Then it should be in my bed. With Liang.”

“And her masterful cock,” Cheryl giggled a little loudly. The older woman across the aisle blushed. Joe could only shrug. “What about Essie?”

“And Joanne for that matter,” Joe added.

“Joe’s crazy circus,” Cheryl giggled again. “You’ll be headed to the publisher.”

“Tomorrow.”

“You can celebrate after with her.”

“True. And maybe Esther could join me after Katrina leaves when I head to Barbados.”

“She won’t mind sharing you with Moe and Chan.”

“Nope.”

“You could do the slow trip like we did,” Cheryl suggested.

“Good idea.”

“Maybe be with your wives for a couple nights, then go off with her.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Joe grinned and kissed her. “Wives including you of course.”

“Of course.”

They kissed more passionately after.

“Damn, I wish those toilets weren’t so fucking small,” Cheryl muttered.

“Me too,” Joe agreed. “I’ll invite Katrina and Consuela after,” Joe decided.

“After your wives all molest you?”

“Yep. But you’ll be molested first.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Patience,” she mumbled to herself.

They distracted themselves during the long flight. Joe giving his novel a final read through. Cheryl reading the latest popular true crime book.

“How is it?” he asked her at one point.

“Weird but good.”

“How weird?”

“It’s supposedly true, but reads like fiction. Like erotic fiction even, without the sex. It’s a series. The writer fixates on this PI from Waikiki. Plenty of hot dames. The names are changed, including the PI, which makes it more like a fiction in a way. The author explains the names are changed to protect the less guilty,” she laughed. “Her fixation is kind of weird. I think she’s attracted to her hero, but she’s supposedly a complete lesbian.”

“Thus the hot dames,” Joe suggested.

“Maybe, but she’s not lacking for hot. I saw a picture of her with her partner, who is stunning. But there’s this appreciative gaze in her writing.”

“So maybe she has some heterosexual in her.”

“Maybe, but I think it’s more fascination.”

“Like a gay man appreciating the female form.”

“Like a fashion designer. Exactly. PI envy,” she giggled. “Questioning the veracity is interesting. Sort of like Carlos Castaneda’s inventions. The new one’s even set in Mexico.”

“Hunh.”

They went back to their distractions.

The homecoming revealed great appreciation. From kids to adults. More for Joe. The kids were adjusting having Cheryl back in their life, but it was still a work in process. Cheryl understood. The adults missed the intimacy, again mostly regarding Joe. Though their wives, including Joanne, were more equal in their greeting of the two.

After the warm welcome and sharing time with the kids in the evening, once the adults separated from them, Joe made his announcement. “I’d like to spend some time with my wives tonight, including you, Joanne.”

“I can wait,” she smiled.

“Tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

He saw the frown on Katrina’s face and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Give us an hour or so to reunite. Then I’d like it if you and Consuela would join us.”

“Really?” she smiled.

“Yep.”

She kissed him intensely before separating.

“What about me?” the lovely half Asian asked.

He smiled at Celia. “Didn’t our wives speak to you?”

“Uhm...”

“You’re one of us,” said Cheryl. “If you want.”

“I do,” she giggled.

“Then come on,” Cheryl took her hand. “I’m horny.”

As promised, Joe focused on Cheryl in the beginning, with significant help from Liang. In fact Liang, who was equally as horny, as were all of them, ended up the first one Joe fucked. Doggy style, with her mouth and fingers teasing Cheryl into a powerful orgasm. When both she and Joe soon followed, Essie moved over from bringing Celia to orgasm via cunnilingus to assist Cheryl in getting Joe hard again. Once successful, Cheryl rode the result while Essie rode Joe’s face. Beside them, unsurprisingly, Liang wore her strap on and was fucking Celia.

Cheryl found her orgasm riding Joe, but wanted him powering into her, so they switched up. Essie lay atop Cheryl where they kissed and fondled each other while Joe fucked Cheryl and continued sucking Essie’s quim.

After two or three orgasms from the ladies and Joe releasing into Cheryl, Cheryl was finally relaxing, Essie spooning behind her, as they watched Liang and Celia revive Joe with their mouths, Celia getting attention from Joe’s mouth on her pussy. Then she moved over his cock and rode it. Liang switched dildos. A leaner one for Celia’s anus. Being double fucked brought Celia an intense orgasm that nearly had her pass out.

Consuela and Katrina joined them during those final moments. With a giggle, Katrina put on her own strap on, a Joe sized dildo set in it. She helped Liang remove her strap on, and plunged into Liang’s pussy from behind. With an erect cock, a real one, now available, Consuela pounced on it and rode it. Liang couldn’t get close to the connected genitals with her mouth, so her hands were used to gently play with Joe’s balls and Consuela’s clit. In the end, after a milder orgasm, Consuela moved off Joe’s cock, lowering her head and lifting her ass, and Joe took his place behind her. At her movement and her insistence, he held nothing back fucking her, his hands reaching nipples to hang on to. Stroking through her much more powerful orgasm, he found his own, pressing deep inside her and against her ass with his pelvis. It was an intense and literal climax for them, capping off the night on a high note.

Despite the lateness in which they slept, Joe awoke early thanks to Katrina. “Could you ... is there a room?”

“Esther’s old room next door,” he smiled. “Do you want to wake up Consuela?”

“Maybe later.”

He rolled carefully out of bed so as not to disturb the others. Katrina was wearing a robe she must have found in the closet, and handed him some orange juice. “Thoughtful,” he grinned and drank it down. “Come on.”

“Do you want to wear something?”

“No need,” he quietly chuckled.

She was naked too as soon as Joe closed the door. The shallow mixing bowl she had brought with her had a damp towel in it. “Lie down Joe,” she insisted. When he did, she cleaned his half hard penis before sucking it. He waited until it got fully hard before asking her to straddle his face, which she did. He found her extremely sensitive to his attention, easing off hers to the point her fist was gently pulling his cock rather than her mouth sucking it. He couldn’t even tease her long. She was too close to the precipice already. “Joe,” she moaned as her body shivered and he tasted her extra juice.

Rolling off him and turning around and onto her back, her legs wantonly open, he accepted the invitation to move between them. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, which she obviously didn’t mind. Even licking around his mouth with a giggle before pushing her tongue inside and finding his. At the same time, she reached down and blindly guided his cock inside her slippery, wet, hot cunt. He pushed in slowly, inching in before pulling back, until fully inside her. Her legs took hold of his thighs and assisted the crush of pubic bones. Their lips released. “Joe,” she murmured.

“I know,” he said.

The kiss restarted as he began the slow retreats and thrusts of lovemaking. Keeping it slow for her. Interrupting kisses to show smiles.

Eventually something triggered inside her. Her body shifted with her lifting her legs higher. Gasps broke the current kiss. She rocked into him, setting a faster tempo. He followed her lead, and increased it past her insistence. “Joe,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me Joe. So ... fucking ... good!” she exclaimed. “Oh fuck!” and her orgasm thoroughly inundated her. Joe kept his cock deep inside her, his eyes closed, concentrating on the shimmering pulses that seemed intent on milking his cock of his cum. And letting them milk him. The way he loved cumming best. Feeling the entirety of it.

His eyes opened, seeing her face blushing and well pleasured, smiling at him. “Nice one,” she said.

Joe laughed.

“What?”

“It’s just something my wives have said.”

She giggled. “Does that make me your wife?”

“For the moment, and when we can be together.”

“Sorry.”

“No. Katrina, if you didn’t have a life too damn faraway from here, I would definitely not mind sharing a life here with you.”

“I was so ... insistent.”

“You were. You haven’t been.”

“I wish I could stay. But I really do want to finish school. And José needs me as well.”

“He’s with Stuart in Boston.”

“Before we have to leave,” Katrina nodded.

Joe had been holding himself up so as not to crush her. When his penis slipped out, they shifted so she could lie against him.

“Could we meet with Consuela after we sleep some more?” she asked. “If you want to stay here?”

He glanced at the glowing numbers of the digital alarm clock. Five thirty. “I have a meeting, but not until late morning.”

“When?”

“Eleven. I like meeting then and having lunch after whenever I get with my publisher.”

“Eight then? We can talk about the Tour over breakfast.”

“You want me to set the clock?”

“I have a pretty good internal alarm clock.”

“Me too.”

She kissed him and shifted off him. He spooned behind her. Sleep came quickly for both of them.

Her internal clock worked better than his. He awoke to a platter. Breakfast in bed. “Your robe, sir,” said Consuela with a giggle. Both ladies wore borrowed robes.

He slipped out of bed, put the robe on, and told them, “I’ll be right back.” They both noticed his morning wood and giggled.

The platter ended up in the middle of the bed when Joe returned from pissing. They made a triangle around it of crossed legs. Three copies of the book sat in front of each. “Wow,” said Joe. “You put it together.”

“You still need to edit my translations you haven’t yet,” said Consuela. “But I think the structure works.”

It was divided into five parts for five locations of the tour: Southern Europe; Eastern Europe; England; the Netherlands; Australia. Even though the poems didn’t necessarily refer to the locations, or the actual tour, there was a connectedness somehow between Joe’s and Katrina’s poems. Like a dialogue, or two related monologues.

They paged through for Joe to grasp the order. “It really works,” he declared.

“It’s pretty cool,” Consuela agreed.

“Unfortunately the two ladies who used to publish my poems and plays are retired. They basically sold the house to a gay couple. One of the ladies was an amazing illustrator while the other put the books together. The paper and binding and such. Everything custom made to the need of the book. The two men are similarly tasked, but instead of illustrations, one of them specializes in photographic printing. The other is more of an editor and publisher. Custom paper and binding isn’t really their thing. What they kept was the concept of having images on the page along with the writing.”

“So you’re saying images of the tour would be behind the words,” Consuela concluded.

“Exactly.”

“What images?” Katrina asked.

“I know a lot of us took pictures,” Joe said, “but I think we should talk to Rachel.”

“Is she the better photographer? I don’t recall her taking pictures.”

“Wherever we go,” Joe explained, “Rachel hires a local video crew to record us. Onstage. Backstage. Sometimes hanging with us when we’re tourists. And she essentially buys the footage from them. The exception was Japan where she brought a crew over from the States. Proven veterans. I have a couple theories why she documented the tour the way she did. There’s sort of a history of supposed bootlegs which the Monsters actually put out. And I think she’s going to incorporate some of it in the legitimate live film she’s putting together. I know for sure she’s going to have an extra disc for the full length release, and it will probably have some of that footage on it.”

“Video images instead of photographic images?” Consuela wondered.

“The loss of sharpness would actually be the point,” Joe clarified.

“So the text would literally be the focus,” Katrina figured out.

“Yep.”

“I think that would be interesting, but maybe I could do a second publication in Spain? Something ... simpler?”

“I don’t have a problem with that.”

“Would you like me to ask Rachel for the footage? I could look at it.” Consuela asked. “I am your assistant after all. And I have gotten to know the poems.”

“Sure. I’ll probably look too, but I do need to do some writing.”

“What do you need to write?” Katrina asked.

“A play for Morpheus, my theater company. It’s a yearly thing. A new production in the spring.”

“You write a play a year?”

“Since I was eighteen.”

“I know you have a theater...” Consuela said.

“Co-owned with a few others. I do my Morpheus show there, but we also have regional groups come in. Theater and dance. Sometimes concerts. MIRE plays there sometimes, but it’s usually more chamber type music. Contemporary music or jazz. Mostly stuff me and my partners find interesting.”

“Can you give me a tour?”

“Me too?” Katrina added.

“Sure.”

“What do you think you want to write about?” Katrina asked.

“Alejandra.”

“Young starlet or sad old woman?”

“Both.”

“Maybe have her star in it?”

Joe laughed. “A definite possibility.”

“We have work to do,” Consuela insisted. “Polishing my ... attempts.”

“Let’s do it like a workshop,” Joe suggested. “We can critique the poems together.”

“You value my opinion?” Consuela asked.

“Yes!” the other two said.

“Oh okay,” she smiled.

By the time Joe had to leave, they all thought a lot of good work had been done. “Could we do this for the next couple days before I leave?” Katrina asked.

“Sure,” said Joe.

“No problem,” Consuela smiled.

“Starting with the early morning fuck?” Katrina grinned hopefully.

“Sure,” Joe laughed. “You’ve been staying with Consuela. You could use this room if you like.”

“Me too?” Consuela asked. “I’ve gotten used to my little angel sleeping with me.”

“Of course,” said Joe. “You want to keep your apartment?”

“It’s been my place to study and be on my own. Though it’s been nice sharing it with my Kitty Kat. Are you asking if I want to move in?”

“Not that I wouldn’t mind, but since Cheryl has moved back, we don’t really have an office just for you. As it is, Esther shares mine.”

“What about Li?”

“She and Joanne use Moira’s old office, which is the largest. Actually Joanne used to just use her own room. Maybe we could switch things around. You could take Joanne’s room. There’s a couple of guest rooms she could move into.”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep my place. Unless you’d rather not have to keep paying for it.”

“It’s a tradition, keeping the mistress with her own digs.”

They laughed.

“You’ve never even seen it, let alone visited me there for your pleasure,” Consuela pointed out.

“Is that what you want?” Joe asked.

“It’s not what I want, Master,” she winked.

Joe chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. I should go.”

He received a kiss from each of them, Katrina’s lingering longer, before he walked to the large bedroom next door and showered and dressed. Joanne met him downstairs. Cheryl would be at the publisher, coming from work. He was soon headed there.

The cute brunette bespectacled receptionist greeted Joe and company at the reception area, recognizing him immediately and letting Cassandra know of his arrival. She was in charge, which Joe thought showed Jefferson again knew what he was doing when he decided to retire. Her former boss Greg and his new secretary, a pretty, very serious tall blonde, met them in the conference room. Joanne distributed three chapters that came from the beginning, middle and end of the novel and sat silently to let them read through them. Cheryl decided to visit the in house lawyer, a friend, and someone she did need to touch base with. Joanne, like Joe, waited patiently. She had the outline of the complete novel and was looking through it, mostly to keep busy. Joe worked on another outline, that of his new play.

They were quick readers, and the chapters were relatively short: between five and fifteen pages.

Cassandra finished first. “Can you describe the characters?” she asked.

Joanne handed her another page. Joe, being a playwright, wrote a cast of characters for his novels as well. It was actually drawn from notes he would make as he created the novel regarding them. He would compress the notes as a reference, finding it helpful for some of the more minor characters, but also to reexamine the major ones and whether he had expressed who he thought they were within the novel.

“You don’t want to describe them in your own words?” Cassandra asked.

“Those are my words, more carefully made than if I were to tell you about them off the cuff,” Joe smiled, though slightly tight. He did worry how some of them, especially the abused girl would be received. “You have a concern?”

“Angelique.”

The abused girl.

“Of course. I actually did quite a lot of research on her. She’s mostly based on a woman who went through similar things. I interviewed her, or a friend of mine who also had experience with sexual abuse from a relative mostly interviewed her, because they had things in common. Besides that experience. They actually grew up in the same area. And the woman was more comfortable talking to her than to me.”

“Understandable.”

“Yes. I also did a lot of research with the psychology of abuse, with the same woman who interviewed the model for the heroine who specializes in it, and another woman who had actually been the heroine model’s psychologist, and who specifically treated women who had been victims of white slavery, particular juveniles.”

“You were concerned with the perversity.”