Chapter 43: Opportunity Knocks

I was vaguely aware of the top sheet being pulled from my body. My nudity became part of my dream, and then so did the feeling of a warm mouth engulfing my morning wood. I was getting a fabulous blowjob from somebody that really knew what they were doing. I tried to guess who might have such wonderful skills to arouse me this way, right into my dream.

Consciousness slowly took over and I blinked my eyes open. My wife and my fiancée were on either side of my body with my erection between them. They were taking turns sucking on my rod. This was such a hard relationship to pursue, but I just had to do it.

“I love the two of you.”

“We love you,” they chimed almost in unison. “We want you to cum for us.”

“I’m not that far away, given what you were doing.”

The blowjob returned. I just shut my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. Awake, I could now tell when one or the other of them took over as their turn.

My climax came without a lot of preamble. I wondered whether anybody was going to gobble my meat as I shot off or whether we’d have cum dripping from the ceiling.

My wife captured the first two blasts from my cock. My fiancée took the next four. After that, I dribbled down the side of my cock as I watched the two of them combine the loads they’d taken in their mouths and start to snowball their morning protein shakes. God, they were sexy. How did I get so lucky?

Breakfast was quiet and then we all went off to work. I knew I had an interesting call later in the morning from a company in Atlanta that did the same work that I did, plus a lot more. I wondered what that was about?

Before the call, I went to the Cyber Solutions website. They seemed to do about everything in the network, networking, and security areas – a much broader cut than the narrow niche I’d carved out for myself.

An hour later, I answered my phone and found Phil Rothman introducing himself. “Dave, if I may, I’m the founder and head of CS here in Georgia. We have about fifty employees, and a nice corner on the market in a few areas, and we play nice with the other kids in a few others, such as website hosting.”

I told him that I’d just gone through the Cyber Solutions website and noted they had a broad service offering. I was waiting for the reason for the call. I thought they might like a local rep in Sarasota area or something akin to that.

“I would like to ask whether you’d be willing to keep this conversation confidential – highly confidential. I’ve had a couple of other talks that weren’t fruitful, but I’m hoping this one will be.”

“Phil, I won’t talk about what we talk about with anybody except possibly my wives. I can commit the three of us to secrecy on your behalf.”

Phil laughed, “Now, that statement raises questions, but I might go there later if time permits. Here’s the thing. I need an immediate successor. I’ve studied you, gotten very high recommendations about you and one or two people that work with you, and I think that we think alike. Are you interested?”

I was silent as I took in what he’d said. “You want me to buy your company?”

“No. If I find the right person, I will give it to them. I would remain on the board, but you’d takeover and run it. You can even move it to Sarasota, if you want. I’d gradually fade into the background. Some of the people here would like that given the lousy housing market here. I can arrange for soft landings for those that don’t want to go, and I can help you hire replacements for them down there.”

“I’m speechless. I’d be an idiot for saying I’m not interested. I’m waiting for the catch, however. There’s something I’m missing. Why would you do this?”

“Here’s the part that has to remain highly confidential – I have Lou Gehrig’s disease – ALS. I may live up to five years, but I will be seriously incapacitated within two years, and then a fucking vegetable. I will ‘off myself’ before then. I don’t want to put myself or my family through the rigors of coping with my demise. They know and are sympathetic.”

“Shit. I’m so sorry. I ... I don’t know what to say?”

“Please say you’ll consider this offer. I’ve done my homework about you, and I’m sure I have the right man for this job. I want time to handoff to somebody that thinks the way I do and that has the mental horsepower to run this business.”

“I would like to talk to Kim Stanley about this. She’ll keep the confidence when I explain the situation. If I could I’d like to meet with you and go over this again in more detail.”

“Just tell me when and how you want to get together, bring Ms. Sterling if you wish. I’ll make sure we find the time. Right now, my symptoms are minimal, but they’re there and each day that goes by, I feel more and more like a ticking time bomb and more and more of my symptoms show.”

I exchanged contact information with Phil and then ended the call. I called Kim right away and made sure she was going to be around that evening. She teased me a bit about sex being involved, but I told her it was something else and I needed my mentor’s advice and counsel. She said she looked forward to talking with me.”

I started a list on my computer of all the questions, issues, concerns, and so forth that I had. In an hour, I’d filled over three pages single-spaced. I also went back and did a more thorough examination of the Cyber Solutions website, noting the areas I had some technical strength in and areas that I did not. I felt that this job was going to end up being more managerial in any case.

I checked D&B and a few other business publications as well as read several dozen articles about CS on the Internet. It was all good. The company was relatively large for a privately-held venture. I wondered why Phil Rothman hadn’t taken the company public. I guessed the business to be netting about a $10 million per year. There were no lawsuits that I could find, and hadn’t been any. Their customers seemed happy and recommended them.

I sat and also evaluated my life in terms of goals, achievements, dreams, and aspirations, too. I took a walk through town and down to the marina and just walked around thinking.

For a several months, I’d thought about some way to beef up my own business and hence my income. Within a year I’d gotten married, added a fiancée that I thought of as a second wife, and added a few others to my ‘harem’ – as Elynn called it. I could get along on what I had, but I did want to earn more money.

Professionally, I had Harley working for me as a summer student before he started at the nearby university. He was a wonder child; smart as a tack. I also had about a half-dozen other stringers that did occasional work for me. They didn’t require much management. I’d throw them some work, and they’d do it and get paid as a 1099 contractor, in IRS terms.

I did want some more challenging work. I liked the tech field as a playground. I understood the others that thought the way I did. I wanted to self-actualize more.

I got back to my office, but I shut up early and walked the three miles to Crystal’s photographic studio. When I went in the door, the foyer was empty but the door to the actual studio was open and I could hear voices. I walked back and peered in the door.

Crystal had a businessman in a three-piece pin stripe suit sitting erect on a bar stool against a neutral background. She was giving directions to him, “Sit up. Nice posture, please. A slight smile. Winning smile. Come on, lighten up. That’s it. Grin wide and then relax. Puff up your chest and then breath out slowly. Look at the camera. Stare into the lens.”

Suddenly, the strobes started to fire of at a rapid pace, and I could hear the whirring sound of Crystal’s camera as she focused it on her subject. A pause occurred, more directions and coaxing, and then she went and posed him with arms crossed in front of him. She straightened out the lapels on his suit jacket, and then repeated the process. I just watched quietly from the doorway. She was good at getting what she wanted from the executive.

I looked for Carol, but didn’t see her. There was a further room at the back of the studio that she used for editing. Given the subject matter for a lot of her work, she wanted to be away from public scrutiny.

I saw Carol appear from her office and then skirt around the periphery of where Crystal was working. She came up to me and I got a kiss. She whispered, “Hi. What are you doing here?”

“Just being friendly plus I have something to discuss with the two of you, but no immediate rush. Nice day for a walk, so here I am.”

“I saw on our closed-circuit TV camera that you were watching Crystal work. Come on to the back room. I’ll show you what I was working on. It’s about done.”

I let Carol escort me through the studio with minimum disruption. Crystal did see me and waved with a big smile. I waved back.

Carol’s computer screen was dark when I sat down next to her. She said, “This is Elynn’s sex video that she did about a month ago. Our backlog is growing, so I think we need another one of me to speed up the video editing. We have some other ideas, too. We had a staff meeting this morning.”

I chuckled, “Staff meeting?”

Carol laughed. “Yeah, the two of us had coffee together and talked about this place – Crystal Blue Photography. Nothing life changing, but a few ideas emerged.”

Carol started Elynn’s video from the beginning. It was pure pornography, but had a soft edge to it that was Carol’s style as she picked scenes and camera angles. She’d adjusted the contrast on some of the sequences, making them almost monotone. Her trademark close-ups were in there, too.