Chapter 4

I was inside Mom when I saw Sarah react with alarm. James was back and he wasn’t alone. There were three men in masks, also with crowbars and sledgehammers. He must have hired them in a hurry, probably right after his burglary. They didn’t have time to find guns, so crowbars and sledgehammers were the order of the day. They didn’t have as much time as they thought, though. Sarah fired at them, as did Lindsay, Alexis, Kathy, Leslie, Marjorie, Heather, and Karen.

Before I could pull out of Mom and do anything about the situation, James and his goons were all eradicated. It was a truly stunning moment. I didn’t know what to expect now. One usually isn’t saved by one’s pregnant lovers, but then I had nothing left to prove. I had done enough last year and earlier that same evening to prove my worth. I knew that I would have to seriously beef up my security measures, since James and his thugs managed to get inside. The next home invaders might not be as inept, might even use guns instead of crowbars or sledgehammers.

We had to quickly do something with the bodies, so we worked together, all ten of us, though the more heavily pregnant ladies did lighter work. I didn’t want to risk their health or that of the babies. We ended stripping and piling the bodies, dousing them with gasoline, and lighting them up to cause a large funeral pyre. We also looted them of any souvenirs we wished and donated the rest of them in a Purge charity bin (those were an increasing trend).

Then I boarded up even better and kept my shotgun in easy reach, just as my ladies kept their guns close by, just in case. I took a shower with Sarah so we could talk about our future, living with her in her place. She was in earnest for some reason, but I wasn’t about to turn down a chance to get my women into a nicer home. Our current place was fine, but clearly, the Weiszacker residence would put it in the shade. I was rich, but Sarah was even richer.

“So ... why do you still work for me, if you’re so successful, you know ... affluent?” Sarah asked me the obvious question.

“I enjoy my work. Investigative and security work. It’s all I know. I don’t want to still do the riskier stuff I did back in the day, but I like working as a private eye, bodyguard, and consultant. Not to mention that my boss is rather cute. A bit spoiled and jaded, but sexy and pretty in that whole ‘princess’ mode of hers,” I added with a little teasing.

“Jewish-American Princess and don’t you forget it! I knew that you found me attractive! I knew it! Face it, you dig my tush and you know it! I’ve noticed the way that you ogle me and burn with lust for me, but especially my butt! You wanted to spank and lick and fuck my ass for a while now, haven’t you?” Sarah confronted me in a playful manner, “you can spank me, even at work, just close my office door when you do that. I can’t have people seeing the boss get her bottom spanked by a subordinate. Unless...”

“Unless?” I probed Sarah to finish her statement.

“Unless you invested some of your wealth in the firm and became my official business partner. We could be partners, even if my own larger fortune would make it likely that I retained senior partner status. Think of how great it would be if we were officially partners and you were a boss at work, too. Then you could spank me openly and I wouldn’t lose face. Hell, maybe spankings could become a tradition at the agency!” Sarah impishly proposed.

“Sweet idea, though we’d want to have some labor lawyer numbers on speed dial, just in case. We don’t want a sexual harassment lawsuit, you know!” I observed.

“See? You have a solid head for business, my dear! Better than me, in fact. I didn’t even think past my fantasy of spanking pretty and handsome young workers and encouraging you to do so as well! We’ll make an excellent team. We’ll set up waivers for anyone to sign if they want to get spanked by you or me. I suspect that once people learn of it, they’ll sign in a hurry. I would even sign one to set an example, though only you would be allowed to spank me. Can’t have underlings do that to the boss lady!” Sarah laughed while we lathered and rinsed each other’s flesh under the hot water jets.

“I have to warn you, I spank only one way. Bare bottom. Your ass would be on display, mooning all of the staff. A nice shade of hot pink, too! And you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a few hours, you’d be so sore,” I gave Sarah fair warning.

“As long as it is bare hands upon bare bottom, I have no trouble with that. I want your manly hands to make my booty sting a bit. I might even go commando that day or else toss my panties to any guy or gal who wants them. I’d wear a very short skirt, not a mini, but a microskirt, too, so it would barely cover my rump when I’m standing. If I bend over at all, for any reason, my bare ass would be on display. Who knows, they might even want to kiss it! I’d let them, too, as long as they did so around witnesses. Would you get jealous if I let someone else kiss or even lick my pampered butt?” Sarah teased me a little more.

“Nah, not really. I only keep my eight to myself, or at least for the past year I have, simply because they’ve had bad experiences with other men or even other women in some cases. They’ve been traumatized. Even then, I let them cam, and of course, they are free to enjoy each other. Plus I made an exception for you, at least.

“I also haven’t strayed outside my harem for the past year, either. Largely because I’ve been too busy with my ladies and with the security plans for the Purge and with financial restructuring of certain estates that we inherited. So it’s been mutual fidelity for the most part. I’ll tell you what, though. They’re already obviously ready to expand a bit, as they showed by plotting with you. I’ll forgive that, this time, since their hearts were in the right place. Any future adjustments need to discussed and accepted by everyone. I’ll put this idea to them and see what everyone says,” I offered.