Chapter 7: The Move

Story by Nunpata
Illustrations by Mat Twassel

In March, less than two years later, all of the department managers were called into the conference room. We were told that the newly elected Tribal Government had met and decided that only Native Americans would be allowed to be department managers and above. Everyone was in shock. We only had one tribal member in senior management. That meant that eleven of us would lose our jobs. After the meeting, I went to the General Manager to see if that included me. Most people don’t know, but I am what some people call a half breed. My father was full Oglala Sioux of the Dakota Nation and my mother was German. What I found out is that I was not the right kind of Indian. The tribe decided that only members of their Pueblo would hold the senior management positions in their businesses. We were all given three months to find new jobs.

It is funny how life can throw you a curve ball and you end up hitting a home run. It seems that the casinos in Oklahoma had reopened their table games the prior year and needed dealers and managers for their casinos. I called a few of my friends in the gaming industry and found out that the one of the casinos in Lawton was looking for a table games manager. I called, got an interview and two weeks later I was working in Oklahoma.

Now some of you might be thinking, what this has to do with Max and Susan and our MFM fun. First, Max and Susan lived in Texas only four hours away from my new place. Second, I was on my own for three months while my wife stayed in Santa Fe to sell our house.

Ten days after arriving in Lawton, I called Max. I told him the stress of the new job was taking its toll on me. I needed a wet mouth and a wetter pussy to get me through. Five minutes after talking to Max, Susan called me. She was on a week’s break between semesters, and she would arrive here the next day.

Susan texted me the moment she arrived. I saw her standing by her car in the parking lot. As I walked toward her, she presented me an absolutely wonderful view of her naked left breast.

By this time in our relationship, Susan knew that when she was with me she should be braless and pantiless. I took the afternoon off and I rode with Susan to my apartment. Before getting into the car, Susan raised her skirt to her waist exposing her bald pussy. Once in the car, she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse so that I could view her breasts and hard nipples. It only took two minutes to drive to my apartment, another two minutes to give her a tour; bathroom, kitchen, living room/bedroom. Five minutes from the time we left the casino, Susan was naked on my bed. We relieved my stress over the next two hours. The first day she was with me we christened the bathroom while taking a shower together,