Chapter 8

Adam was in a good mood and gave me shit about getting only regular rooms. I reminded him that half of his travel expenses came out of my pocket and he shut up but didn’t apologize. We met with Sam, Victoria and our attorney, Rich.

We weren’t really negotiating but all working toward a common goal of the best method to set up the business entity to meet the goals we were aiming for. When it was agreed upon, Sam took over to get us all set up and legal. It didn’t take long and soon Adam and Rich were flying home to get back to work. I had meetings the rest of the week out of my small but finely appointed office.

Tim Wilson, Andy’s dad came by with Andy in tow as I asked. When we all sat down, I handed Tim and Andy both NDAs. Tim read and signed his and nodded for Andy to do the same. I explained that it was binding and that the relationship should be kept to a need to know basis. I looked at Andy and his father said he would make sure he had a good talk with Andy.

I walked through the history of D&B and when I mentioned the programs in place and some that were ready to be released. Things started to click with Andy. His father asked, “What are you offering?”

“I think it would be best if you set up a different company as a distributor. You can definitely use your existing company for contacts, distribution, sales and maintenance but they will be a subcontractor of the new business. If you sell other software into other industries, you may have to subcontract to office supply or paper supply companies and that would be odd for a liquor distributor.”

Tim sat back and rubbed his chin. “I wanted to have each of my kids inherit equal parts of my business. If this one takes off or fails, then Andy could be much better off or worse off than his siblings.”

“Put them both in a trust along with all of your other assets and then leave the trust to them in equal parts. If you want to reward them for their effort then you can increase or decrease their salaries to reflect their work. The ownership would be equal.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Andy asked, “It looks like you have this all planned out. Do I get a say in this?”

We both looked at him. “What do you want to do, Andy?” his father asked.

I actually like the idea of running a business like this. I use the software every day and am amazed at the amount of time saved and efficiency it brings to my schoolwork. I don’t think I’m ready to run this today or even the day that I graduate.”

Tim said, “We’ll set it up with competent people. You’ll train under those people until I feel you’re ready to step into the leadership role. You can start in the mailroom as they say.”

I added, “Andy this isn’t a gift and the deal isn’t exclusive. I’m not going to reach out to others until you fail to hit our forecasted numbers. I can work with your team and Andy over the break from school to see if we can get some momentum.”

After they left, I sat back in my chair and thought about all that I’d just done to help a lady I’d met at a bar try to get back with her husband. Thursday came around and Greg showed up with Phillip. They were hopeful but leery about the meeting. We all shook hands and sat down. On the desk was a top of the line electric typewriter and a word processor. I had a page typed up with some words spelled wrong and things I would want to have changed later.

I asked, “Who wants to be the guinea pig?”

They looked at each other and I said, “Phillip, have a seat. I first want you to type the two paragraphs on the page, word for word, letter for letter and space for space. Time is a factor. If you see that you have it wrong, you can fix it at that time if you choose. When you’re ready please start and I’ll start the timer.”

He got the paper ready and cracked his knuckles. Then started. He started and had to use the backspace key and correction tape built into the typewriter a few times. When he finished, I stopped the clock and wrote down the time so they could both see it. I told him to proofread it and mark any errors he found. I started the clock and he started. When he finished, I handed it to Greg to read and then I read it. I marked down the time.

Then I said, “We need to fix this. We can use whatever method you’d like. You can scroll it back in and use the correction feature. You can type it from scratch but then we will need to reread it for new typos.”

He retyped it and we reread it for typos and found two that he whited out and tried to line up the typing to look correct. Then we added up all the times and it took us 90 minutes to get it done. Next I put the word processor in front of him. He was given the same two paragraphs and off he went. When he was done, I printed out three copies and handed them to each of us to read. He made the changes and we printed out a final copy but didn’t need to read for typos since they were highlighted on the screen.

Total time was ten minutes. I said, “We could do another test with the word processor first and the times may skew some the other way but even if there was a narrowing of the times, I doubt that it would close the gap to zero. I also decided that the paragraphs are in the wrong order. To switch on the typewriter, I would need to start from scratch and on the word processor, I could copy and paste them into position and hit print. This is how students can save time and effort. They would still need to learn how to do the work and use their minds. They would need to learn how to type but they wouldn’t need to be experts behind the keyboard.”

I then added. “How many less secretaries would the campus need if they could finish the work in a third or a fifth of the time?”

Greg asked, “How much are they?”

“They sell for a thousand pounds a piece. I want to give the school a hundred to supply the writing labs.”

“Can we get a discount for the offices?”

“You and I can meet tomorrow to talk about it. Phillip, would you like the gift for the school?”

“More than you know. We have a lot of papers that are published by students, professors and Doctoral candidates. They want to have everything perfect and this will raise the bar in our quality. We have desks and chairs. The typewriters in place now are electric, so there’s power. All we will need is the machines.”

“I’ll need a receipt when they arrive and a letter thanking us for the gift of one hundred machines with the date and model. I’ll have them delivered after the first of the year because we want the gift given in the 1983 tax year.”

We all shook and then went out for an early dinner. Phillip had driven down and said he was going to get back to his home. Greg and I went out to dinner later that evening and we talked about me and my living all over the world. I brought the conversation around to relationships. How I had many but didn’t make any or demand any commitments. I explained that I was still close to many of them but really just wanted them to be happy.

He said almost to himself, “I just wish I knew what would make us both happy.”

I kept ordering drinks and since he was going to be asking me for a discount in our meeting the next day he went along with it. I suggested a club if he was willing to have a good time and meet a girl or two. He seemed hesitant but again new that even a 10% discount could save the school thousands of dollars. We walked down the street and I paid our cover charge.

We went into the bar area and had another drink. We hadn’t been there for ten minutes when a woman came up to me. “Hello, Sir. I was hoping that you’d play with me tonight.”

“Do I know you?”

“No but I was here a week or so ago when you were here. I was hoping that I could have a turn.”

There was a ring on her finger and I pointed it out as Greg leaned forward with interest. “I see you’re married. Where is your husband and what would he think?”

“He’s around here somewhere. He probably found a young one to play with. He doesn’t understand the dom, sub thing. Well he understands it but doesn’t have the needs that I do. At home we’re husband and wife but here he can be a stud on the prowl and I can be used. We both have our needs met.”

“This is my friend. “G” maybe you can explain it to him. Naked and kneeling at his feet.”

She was quick to lose her clothes and kneel at Greg’s feet. I said, “G, is new to the lifestyle. Why don’t you explain why you want to be used?”

“It comes down to me and my core needs.” She said as she took off her clothes and knelt before him. “I like to please people and like to feel accepted or needed. When I’m used, the attention is on me and what I’m doing or allowing to be done to me. I’m making my, Sir, Master or user happy and meeting his or her needs. I got good grades in school because that is what pleased my parents. I had sex early and often because that’s what pleased my boyfriends. I’m addicted to affection like an alcoholic or drug addict is controlled by their vices.”

“Can’t you get that from your husband?”

“I can but sometimes it comes too easy. I feel the need to suffer or be used and abused to earn his acceptance or affection.”

“G, do you want to help her? She can suck you off or you can take her upstairs and fuck her or downstairs and beat her.”

“I wouldn’t mind a blowjob or a fuck. My wife and I are separated and it’s been a while.”

She soon had his cock out and sucking on him. After a while, I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of Greg and spun her around so her hands were on the low table and her pussy was pointing at Greg. He stood and started to plow into her. He had some frustration to get out and used her to get off.

When he sat back in his chair, I asked her, “What did you want from me?”

“I have seen four men try to do what you did to Honey and all came up short. What you did to her was different and not just the same guy spanking and fucking a girl tied to the rack. I have even seen one try it on Honey and after that she said that she would save the repeat performance for the one that knows what he’s doing.”

“Do you like pain?”

“My parents both used to spank me bare assed. I crave it. It was the first way that I remember connecting with them.”

“They trained you to equate spankings with love.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I noticed Greg listening and processing what she was saying. We went down to the dungeon and I did some things similar or the same as with Honey but gave her a unique experience. She also came multiple times, close to fifteen before her body was used up. When she was finished she was harnessed in ropes and hanging face down as I fucked her from behind. Her ass was red and her hair was curled into a handle that I used to pull her harder onto my cock. Afterwards, she was held and cuddled in my arms for almost a half an hour.

“I think it’s the fact that you truly care that makes you different. Let me know if you ever need anything. I can give you my home number if you want to play, Sir.”

“Greg and I both showered in the locker room and went back to the hotel. We met in the office the next morning. It looked like he hadn’t slept much. He said, “Last night was really interesting.”

“Greg, I’m not going to lie to you. I set you up last night. I had never seen or met that girl before but she isn’t alone and if we were to go in there tonight or any night there would be one just like her. I met Anita at a bar one night and she was drunk. She was trying to ease the pain of losing her family. I’ve taken her from drinking until she passes out down to only allowing a couple drinks a day. I was out of town for a while and while I was gone she quit drinking altogether.”

“You’ve fucked her?”

“I have but that’s not the point. She wants you, just like that girl last night wants her husband. The husband is unable to give her what she needs. I heard from Anita her side of the story, what’s yours?”

“I don’t like being tricked.”

“I figure that either you will use this as a point to start mending or a point to end the relationship. Either way the limbo of her sitting and waiting for you to call will come to an end.”

I could see him thinking so I added, “I’ll give you 30% off the first five hundred word processors, then 10% after that. It doesn’t have anything to do with Anita except I’m talking to you because of her. I’m not blackmailing you to get back with her.”

He finally wiped tears from his eyes and said, “When I found out what had happened to her as a young girl, I felt so much rage. How could a grandfather do that to his granddaughter? How could her parents not have known? How could she let him? All the others were dead or gone. She’s the only one left that can answer for it. I feel like what I thought was a fine bottle of wine to be cherished is now a spoiled bottle of vinegar.”

“And that’s the way you make her feel every time she sees you. She learned to cook and clean, to be the best wife she could be for you. I bet that she’s never turned down sex when you asked. She’s done all that to please you. Now nothing she does pleases you. You can either take her back and train her to please you in and out of bed or she’ll look for someone else willing to use her to meet the needs that she has in her life. She never asked me to fuck her but expected it after all I did to help her. She knew that I cared for her and she didn’t want to lose the one person that still cared about her.”

“Do you care for her?”

“I do. She seems to have been kicked in the teeth and everyone turned their back on her. She was heading down a hard road and others would have just taken and taken from her. I tried to help. I’m still trying to help. If you give up on her, I may ask around here if there is a dom that’s a good person and could use a good sub.

“I’m not saying that you have to become a dom and join a club. What you have will be between the two of you but you need to talk to tell her what you expect and you need to get out of her what she needs to feel alive. Your rejection almost took all of that away from her.”

“I have a lot to think about. Do you know where she is?”

“She has a place near the Royal Arms pub. That’s where I first met her. I can give you directions if you want to go and talk. You’re supposed to be here tonight so you’ve probably made arrangements for your daughter.”

“She’s with a friend but she has the personality of her mother.”

“Some things are genetic. Addictive personalities can be one. I’ve tried to get Anita into exercising instead of drugs and sex. I can try to do the same for your daughter but I would think that both seeing and talking to a physiatrist would be a good start. Your daughter is much closer to my age and not married.”

“I’ve seen what you can do to a woman and as much as you spanked that woman yesterday, I also saw that she got off on it. You could probably change your approach and make any woman come back again and again.”

“I wouldn’t go that far but I try to see what they need or desire and give that to them.”

“I’ll need to talk to the head financial guy at the school but I think the word processors will save us a lot of money in personnel. Who should I call with the order?”

“His name is Andy but I don’t have a number for him. I’ll have him call you.” After giving Greg more detailed directions to Anita’s place he left and I sat back and looked around my little office. It was bare bones but did what was needed. I gave Andy a call at home and said, “Cambridge wants to buy some word processors. I don’t know how that will work but we can figure it out. I had a long week, where are you taking me for dinner?”

He said to take a cab to Stringfellow’s and he’d meet me there. I was expecting a high-end restaurant and was right except it also was a gentlemen’s club or strip club. Andy came in after I was seated at my table. He sat down and said, “I know that a lot of people have business dinners here. We may run into one of my brothers.”

“Or your sister.”

He smiled and laughed at the thought. “Man, you kind of freaked me out the other day. I knew you had money and your buddy was into software but I didn’t know that you were part of it all.”