Chapter 3

I have no real reason to get up early. When I do get up, I phone the law firm. I tell them I am a mediary for a company and list one of my dummy corps. I tell them my idea of buying up the computer and software companies and merging them into one. They agree to help and to have me come onboard until the mergers are complete. Not wanting to lose my business, they agree that I should start tomorrow.

That left me today to do some research regarding Hathor, the companies I intend to merge, Charles and his family. The first thing I do is check out Charles’ hard drive. He is a typical guy in that there is porn and some files from work. The browser history was him looking up his favourite sports team and porn stars. There was a bunch of silly shit like watching youtube videos of people having accidents. The only incriminating thing was his emails. I know the emails aren’t saved on the hard drive, but the passwords and addresses are. There are several where he is bragging to a friend about banging some chick that wasn’t willing. There was more than one friend, and the emails were about more than one woman.

By the time I am done, this asshole will be begging to be castrated and suck cock. I will find some nice big Native American to fuck him in the ass and have Charles clean his dick when he is done. Rape is less about sex and more about the weak trying to prove their dominance. If the rapist wasn’t weak, there would be no need for rape. Getting him to admit his weakness also eliminates his need to prove he is something he isn’t.

Avery’s hard drive was the interesting one. She hid the pictures of her ex-boyfriend dominating her. There were plenty of them and in each one you can see how she was enjoying herself. This girl liked domination and humiliation. At the moment, she doesn’t appear to have a proper dom, so her friend helps. I’m guessing her friend is either gay or bi. Most of the newer pics are of the friend tying her up and forcing Avery to eat her out. The girl clearly isn’t a dom.

I need to start working on the mom right away. She will take a bit to fall. The daughter will be easy, even if she finds a dom before I am ready for her. I am experienced enough that I can take her from an amateur without a fight. I doubt she will run into a world-class dom before I am ready for her.

Looking through all her pics has my dick awake, so I phone Lilly and see if she is free. She answers but is at work. She isn’t free until 6 pm, but I plan on seeing if Sylvie will give me another spur of the moment date. I wonder if she likes roller coasters. I head over to Twin Peaks. I want to flirt with Sylvie as I finish doing my research for my presentation to the lawyers. I get there and insist I am seated in her section. She comes to take my order, and I ask. “Care to join me for another supper and fun tonight?”

She already brightened up when she first saw me. Now she is positively glowing.

“Sounds delightful. I had a lot of fun last time.”

“You say that like it was so long ago. It was only last night.”

“Are you sure? It seems a lot longer than that.”

It is a lame joke, but we are both laughing. I Comment, “Last night was a fancy date. How about we do something fun this time. I guarantee I have something in mind you have never done before.”

“Mind sharing.”

“Sorry it is a surprise, but before I shore it up, I have to ask. Do you like roller coasters? I do not mean something as lame as the Vortex at Callaway Park. I mean the kind of roller coaster that only a seasoned enthusiast can handle.”

“I like amusement park rides, but I don’t think I am ready for something that extreme yet.”

“Good to know. I have one last question before I plan the date. What size of pants do you wear? This is important. Tell me the wrong size, and you could pass out.”

She has a puzzled look on her face. She blushes as she tells me what size of pants she wears.

The lunch rush is starting, so I have to let her get to her other customers. When she brings me my food, I ask her one last question, “Do you know anybody that could use another shift and might be free to come in after lunch?” She gave me the name of a girl, and I headed back into the office to call her. I asked the girl to be here by two. She was happy for the extra work. While I am back there, I let the manager know I will be taking Sylvie at two and have arranged for a replacement. He didn’t care. What do you expect? He wasn’t about to tell me no.

Just before two, I ask Sylvie for my bill. I gave her two hundred dollars and told her to keep the change. She got mad at me and asked if I was trying to buy her.

“Don’t be silly. Last night, did you even once see me give less than a hundred dollar tip?”

“I didn’t notice.”

“I treat all my employees the same. Yesterday I took up all your time at work, so your tips were down, then I forgot to tip you. Yesterday’s tip is there. Then today, I took up more than my share of time, and I got your boss to send you home at two, so I need to make up for your lost wages. I knew you would be mad if I tipped you the full amount I would normally give you, so I reduced it so we would only have a quick argument, and you would be satisfied. Are you satisfied?”

“What do you mean, my boss is going to send me home in five minutes?”

I laugh a bit, “See him heading this way? And you still need to answer. Are you satisfied?”

Sylvie fake pouts, “No, but I am willing to accept it if the date is a good one.”

“Fair enough, and I promise it is something you will be talking about long after you forget who the old guy was that took you on the date.”

The manager told her she could go just as the limo pulled up in front of the doors.

Sylvie’s smile is amazing, “Great! Now, all the girls are going to bug me until I tell them all about you and why we left in a limo.”

We leave arm in arm as most everybody in the restaurant watch us leave.

We stop off at her place so she can change and I make sure she knows to wear pants and a t-shirt. This time, it doesn’t take her long to get ready. We arrive at the airport and head down to the private hangers. This confuses her even more.

“Where are we going?”

“Victoria. I wanted to take you to the best Korean barbecue outside of the orient.”

“I thought you said roller coaster.”

“No, I asked if you liked them. There is a difference.”

We get into the hanger, and she is even more confused. There is an A-10D Warthog and a CF-105 Mk3B Arrow. The B means it is a two-seat trainer. Sitting on the workbench in the back of the hanger are two flight suits, including flight pants. I hand her hers and point out where the bathroom is.

“Be sure to do the pants up tight, or you will pass out.”

“What? What is going on here?”

“Just get changed, and I promise you will have fun.”

It isn’t my first time getting dressed up in the monkey suit, so I just change in the hanger. I quickly pull the Arrow out and go through my pre-flight checks. Somebody already did that for me while I was eating lunch, but a pilot should not rely on others, especially when you plan on flying at Mach 3.5.

When I am halfway through my checks, she comes out. I continue my checks as we chat.

“You might be a little young to have heard of the AVRO Arrow. Do you know what it is?”

“No.”

“It was the crown of Canadian aviation history. Canadians designed the most advanced fighter of the 50s, and if it weren’t for our government selling us out, it would still be one of the top fighters today. This is its baby brother, the Hathor Arrow. I helped design it.”

Sylvie is in awe.

“Are you serious? You are a billionaire business tycoon, self-proclaimed slut and you design fighter craft.”

“You forgot hero and child molester.”

She punches me in the arm.

I challenge, “That is it. On your day off we are going to the gym. If you like punching me all the time, we might as well do it properly.”

I walk up to her and spin her to face away from me.

“I have to check your pants to make sure they are tight enough. This is the world’s fastest fighter, and it pulls a lot of Gs. The forces in the jet will get so extreme all the blood in your body will pool in your legs, and you will pass out. The pants inflate and push the blood out of your legs.”

“Are you serious?”

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that. At full speed, this plane can make it from Calgary to Victoria in 15 minutes. Ther is no time for the stewardess to give you peanuts.”

“I’m not sure I am ready for this.”

I grab the ladder and put it on the side of the aircraft.

“Well, you are here now and dressed for it. You might as well give it a try. Besides, who else can say they flew faster than a missile? Get in the front. This is a trainer, so there are controls for both seats.”

She climbs the ladder, and I talk her into the aircraft. I wish she weren’t wearing flight pants. It would make a nice view with that fine ass of hers.

I move the ladder back and climb into my seat. Sylvie comments, “I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t want to hit the wrong control and accidentally kill us.”

I hand her a helmet.

“Put this on. You need it for safety, but it also has coms so we can hear each other. Don’t worry about the controls. Like I said, it is a trainer. I can disable your controls from the instructor’s seat.”

She puts her helmet on, and I get in. My ground crew stayed out of sight until now. They know when they are not wanted. They take the ladder away and flag me onto the taxiway. Before I reach the taxiway, I radio the tower. As always, with a busy airport, we have to wait a few minutes, but then they permit me to taxi and send me over to the runway I will be using.

As soon as we leave the runway, we go vertical, and I turn the scramjet on. We have all three engines at full thrust. She is screaming her head off. In seconds we are above the clouds.

“Do you want to have some fun or do you want to head straight there.”

“Straight there. I want to get used to it. If we have time, on the way home, we can have some fun.”

She is loving it and will not stop asking questions about the aircraft. Five minutes later I ask her to be quiet, so I can radio Victoria. “YYJ(designation for the Victoria airport), this is HR Flight 35 out of Calgary.”

“HR Flight 35, this is YYJ, go ahead.”

“YYJ, Just letting you know we are ten minutes out.”

“HR Flight 35, confirm you are ten minutes out. You are not on our radar and YYC has you as leaving 5 minutes ago.”

“YYJ, That is affirmative. Read your paperwork. We are in a CF-105, and it is only a 15-minute flight.”

It turns out they thought the paperwork was accepted in error. They can only stick us in a high altitude holding pattern and have us wait for 20 minutes. Instead, we head out to sea for some acrobatics.

When I am done talking to the tower, I get back to talking with Sylvie, “I guess we aren’t going to break with tradition after all.”

“What do you mean?”

I give an evil laugh, “It is tradition, that the first time somebody is in a trainer for a fighter, the instructor shows what the plane can do and tries to make the student throw up.”

“DON’T YOU DARE”

I am seriously laughing. “This one is scarier than a typical first time because you don’t understand what is going on, but it is harmless, and you won’t throw up.”

I take her on a tailslide and deliberately stall the engines. We are high enough up that it isn’t a problem. When I get the engines running again, we do four rolls, then a loop. She doesn’t know, but there is a camera in the front, and I can see her facial expressions. I know how far I can push her. We do a hammerhead, then back into a vertical climb and spiral back down. She is screaming her head off but has a smile on her face and is loving every minute of it. I don’t push the Gs too hard.

All too soon, our fifteen minutes of fun are over, and we are in a holding pattern above YYJ. We land and they direct me to park at the airforce hanger. There isn’t any real security there, but they feel safer having us park the fighter with the military helicopters.

At least they are equipped to handle fighters. The occasional CF-18 parks here. Before we stop, a couple corporals are pushing stairs used for a CF-18 over to us. The 18 is about 6 ft shorter than the 105, but I make due. There are jacks on the stairs, but it is still about 4 ft short. I hop out and then help Sylvie out.

Before our feet touch the ground, there is a crowd of military personnel gathered around. Most don’t even notice I am with a goddess. They are too busy ogling my plane.

Coming down the stairs, Sylvie hits me.

“That first move, I thought I was going to die.”

I just laugh at her. She fake pouts and hits me again.

“It isn’t funny.”

“We have a crowd of admirers. I should be polite and quickly address them.”

They gawk and have all kinds of questions.

“I’m sorry, guys, but we don’t have time to answer all your questions. My ground crew will be here in less than an hour, and they will gladly give you a proper tour and tell you all about it. The Arrow is the pride of Hathor, and we don’t mind showing it off. Just no climbing onboard. She has another flight tonight.”

While I was addressing the crowd, my limo shows up with two armoured SUVs escorting it. Sylvie hears me curse under my breath.

“Dam it. My security found me.”

I have been hiding from Hathor’s security force because they insist I don’t go anywhere without an armed escort. Calgary isn’t a place any of my enemies would look for me, so they reluctantly agreed to leave me be while I am there. Apparently, they were still watching me. Victoria was where the original Slutty headquarters was located and where I first started making a name for myself. It is a place I could be expected to show up, so I can’t blame security for their overzealous reaction. I shrug my shoulders and tell her, “It looks like we will have armed guards tonight.”

The guards signal for us to get in the limo. I tell the driver, “Take us someplace where we can get both men’s and woman’s casual clothing. Nothing too cheap, but I don’t want to look like a yuppie.”

He takes us to Mark’s Work Warehouse. It wasn’t quite what I was looking for but nobody parks in their parking lot so it is one of the few places in town where there is room for our three big vehicles. For some reason, the road lanes and parking spots are six to eight inches narrower than any other North American city I have ever been to.

We get our clothes, and I make sure she gets a good jacket, then we head to the marina. The sailboat is just a little too big for me to handle on my own, but the crew is onboard and ready to go.

“I figured that since you grew up in the prairies, you have likely never gone sailing before.”

She jumps up and gives me a big hug.