Epilogue

First week of July 2029

Madam Franks - First Date

Ms. Franks or Madam Franks, as she was today, had a big bed and a lot of ‘toys’. The sweat was dripping from Zack’s forehead as he rested against the bed’s headboard, a pillow behind his back, his cock limp. He was trying to slow his heart rate and resist the urge to nap.

Back in June when introduced by Melisa to his ‘substitute sex partner’, Madam Franks, he did not have sex with Penelope that afternoon. Melisa was his paid companion that day and took care of his physical needs while Madam Franks sat nearby with a glass of red wine in one hand her black leather riding crop in the other, offering commentary and encouragement as he and Melisa had sex. Twice she came over and slapped his ass with the tip of the riding crop. That was a fun memorable afternoon. However, this last hour topped that memory.

Now a month later he watched Madam Franks walk across the rug-covered hardwood floor of her bedroom carrying two glasses of water. She was tall. 5’10” or 11” with long dark silky hair, Mediterranean looks, and perfectly round close-set breasts that hung just so. Penelope had nice muscular-looking tanned legs; she was the first woman whose legs really got to him.

An hour had passed since he climbed into her bed and what an hour; a blow job to start, licking her beautiful pussy, and three position changes. He was in heaven with his ‘Helen of Troy’ as he thought of her, the most beautiful woman in Tennessee. Up until an hour ago, she was a mysterious woman who happened to be his school counselor. Now he knew her differently than any other student at Saint-U, he assumed.

Penelope started questioning him as she handed him his glass of water and sat on the bed. “You were saying you are struggling with your feelings toward your mom and sister?”

Zack had simply laid it out for her, his time with Danika’s family, Rebekah, all his girlfriends, and his struggle with family sex, incest.

“My mom and sister are very close. I want to join them but don’t know how to ask.” He said thinking of what had happened around the house since their sudden return on Memorial Day weekend at the end of May.

“How so?” she said as she sat on the bed with him, sitting cross-legged and exposing everything. She was beautiful in that classic old Mediterranean sense and as she spoke her dark eyes held his, making him feel safe. He didn’t even look at her chest or exposed bald pussy.

“They help each other do stuff. At least three times I went out to the Jacuzzi and Heidi was sitting on the edge of the tub as my mom worked a dildo or other toy into her pussy as she moaned from the pleasure of it. Another time, I came out and it was Heidi who was working a toy into my mom’s ass on the patio as they laid out on their yoga mats.” He said picturing his surprise at seeing them and their non-reaction on seeing him.

“Did they say anything to you or ask for anything?” she asked, lying next to him resting her back against the pillows.

“Just stuff like; ‘Sorry Zack’, ‘Hope you don’t mind’, or ‘We are almost done’. Then we all just sat in the hot water or went in the sauna like nothing happened. Even though my cock was giving away my thoughts.”

“Here is what I think and what we are going to do,” she smiled turned to her bedside table, and opened a drawer.

She had two objects in her hands one long and curvy the other straighter with ridges. “Let me show you how to use these.”

Zack could feel a grin beginning on his face forming from ear to ear as she sat back and opened her legs. Madam Franks was shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom between her legs as the saying went. Not a hair covered her gorgeous meaty cunt lips.

“They are testing you and you are going to turn the table on them.” She was almost laughing “Before you know it you will be between one or both of their legs. But first a little schooling in the art of dildo.”

Zack already loved his new temporary legal companion. Even if she hadn’t been his school counselor, she was winning his heart with her ideas, beauty, and free spirit. He still talked to Melisa, his contracted legal companion, but she was in California at a swim meet this week and then off to swim camp to coach kids.

Penelope rested her back against the pillows as she spread her long legs. Zack moved around until he was prone up on his elbows, his face inches from her pussy. She started with the curved glass dildo. Demonstrating then gave him control, letting him play in her pussy. He was pretty sure Helen of Troy never used a glass dildo to tease her lover. He learned a lot more in the second hour about pleasing a woman with sex toys than he ever would have from a book or video.

Same week of July 2029 – Pegasus Group Headquarters

Brock

Brock Steele was an incredibly busy man. As best he could, he made time for his two children, his wife, and his ‘partner’ Eva. As COO of Pegasus Group, projects old and new needing his approval and input came at him constantly along with a myriad of other tasks. He constantly had to make decisions on how to allocate his company’s resources. That was today’s problem, a special little project that had been placed before him by his friend and country music star Charlie Wilks and of all people, Penelope Franks.

The Saint-U Brothel Night fundraiser had been going well since its start two years ago. Demand was high for invitations to the exclusive event, which resulted in turning men away. Same with young students wanting to participate, the interest had skyrocketed. Other private schools in the area had sought out Saint-U’s advice on setting up their own ‘fundraising’ events. Today’s project was a result of many girls having graduated from Saint-U who were now looking for a way to make some money and take advantage of their experiences working as prostitutes for the Saint-U fundraising program. That kind of sounded awful when he wrote it down but in essence, that is what the issue was.

He looked across his desk at the two people sitting in his office. Charlie dressed in expensive hand-tooled cowboy boots, cheap jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and his trademark black Stetson cowboy hat on his knee. Ms. Franks was dressed conservatively in a blue pin-striped pantsuit topped off with a matching blouse.

Brock looked at the proposal’s details on his tablet again as his guests sipped their cups of coffee while making small talk with each other. He looked up from the tablet the details fresh in his head.

“You want to open up a series of boutique ‘Salons’ in Tennessee. Starting in Nashville as soon as you can secure permits and capital. Penelope, you have identified the staff and potential locations. Your projected return on investment is impressive. The girls are from Vanderbilt, recent Saint-U alumni, and others you know from your side job as a State licensed Madam. Is that correct?”

“Yes, if you go to Appendix C, you will see a list of names with photos of a dozen girls, of the highest quality, who have shown interest,” Penelope answered.

“I noticed, nice lineup. Three more questions. Do you have clients and what is the ‘tagline’ that makes your Salon more than just an expensive bordello? Lastly why Pegasus? We are a defense contractor, not a bank.” he said eyes on his two well-dressed guests whom he considered friends.

Charlie spoke first to the last point. “I am going to fund 75% of the capital with my personal funds and my circle of investors while Ms. Franks is covering the rest. But I can’t be publicly tied to this project, and we figure your organization might be good at creating front companies and running discreet projects. So, you could probably advise us? Plus, I trust you.”

Brock thought about that. Taking Charlie’s money and running it through some financial tricks and black projects would take some work, but doable. Set up a shell corporation or two. He knew he could do it with little risk to any of Pegasus’s government contracts. But legal would have to sign off first.

“We could do that. But what is in it for Pegasus to take on this project? Will we get a percentage or flat fee?” He watched as Ms. Franks and Charlie exchanged looks and she nodded.

Charlie answered, “Information. Our ‘tag line’ is we plan to sell the Salon as a place for men and women of quality to meet to talk freely, to socialize with their peers over drinks, good food, and of course ‘companionship’. All in confidence and exclusive. Each Salon will have a rotating hostess who will be the face for that weekend along with a select group of young women.” He took a sip of black coffee.

“The salon won’t be a 24/7 operation, just certain nights of the week. When not open the girls will be allowed to handle outcall work. The return for Pegasus is access to information as you can install listening devices in each bedroom and any other areas you’d like. The benefit for Pegasus is a prime source of domestic business intelligence in the State capital. A city I might add visited by many heads of State and business leaders and the like. Some would be encouraged to visit the Salons. No blackmail, of course, that would be illegal and destroy our reputation.” Charlie stopped talking and took another sip of coffee.

Brock sat back in his expensive office chair, turning away from his guests to look out the big tinted window behind him. He caught sight of his son Zack hustling across the small courtyard between buildings on some errand or another. His internship was going well, as was Danika’s. She was a very impressive and smart young woman. Then he turned back, decision made, ready to proceed.

“By itself, the information is of limited use. Our business is at the national and international level, not with the State of Tennessee. But I will agree for a fixed monthly ‘consultation’ fee in addition to access to information on select clients of yours. I’ll pass your proposal on to Special Projects and have our lawyer draw up a contract. Charlie, give my executive assistant your lawyer’s name.” Brock said, his decision made.

Charlie set his empty mug on Brocks’s desk. “I’ll leave his details with your assistant and tell him to expect your contract.” He said, looking at his pretty business partner. “But overall sounds good.”

Penelope nodded her hands clasped in her lap. Brock was enjoying seeing this side of her, the businesswomen verse the leather-clad Madam he had fucked on the 2^nd night of Brothel Night.

Now Brock had a question for Ms. Franks, “Penelope when did you want to get started? When do you envision having your first Salon ready and staffed if we get the contract finalized and the financial arrangements set up in the next couple of weeks?” he asked. Special Projects could knock out Pegasus’s end in a few days.

“I have a couple of properties in mind and my girls are ready, really eager. I would like to purchase the first house as soon as we get the green light.” She said. “Then at least a month of renovations and I assume at that time your people can install the electronics you need in the rooms. My goal is Labor Day weekend in September. We’d start a quiet advertising campaign putting the word out starting the middle of August.”

Brock liked what he heard. This was a low-risk investment of time and a staffer or two until the project was up and running then he would have to staff out the team to come up with a targeted collection plan. His initial thought was there was no need to record every room. Only record a target of value once they were identified and only after his management team signed off.

He stood and reached his hand out towards Penelope. She stood and took his hand over the desk. “How was your time with Zack yesterday? Anything I should know about as his dad and the guy paying the bill?” She was a licensed prostitute, not a licensed counselor in this case, so no privilege existed as far as he was concerned.

She paused still holding his hand and glanced at Charlie.

“It’s okay you can speak in front of him, after all, I took his daughter Tiffany’s virginity a few weeks ago.” That had been a fun night, the fourteen-year-old turned out to be an anal freak, giving him her anal virginity immediately after he took the other. Which was a technicality as her maidenhead had been broken years before in an accident.

Penelope sat back down for a moment reaching for the Chanel purse at her feet. “I don’t think I’m breaking any confidence to say he is struggling in his relationship with your recently returned wife and Heidi.” She had his attention and continued “Zack is having a hard time admitting it to himself, but he enjoyed the intensity of his visit with the Van Winter family in May. He is curious if that can or should happen in your family. At the same time, your wife and daughter are making his life a bit tough with all their overt sexual play in front of him.” She stood, holding her expensive purse, and smiled her disarming yet predatory smile at him.

“I understand completely and will speak to Julia and Heidi.” She had moved toward the door, Charlie staying seated.

“One other thing, Danika’s extended family is going to summer camp in Florida later this month. It’s a nudist resort that caters to families like the Van Winters and her relatives. I’m sure four places could be found for your family to join them.” She paused “Full disclosure I have been invited to attend as a camp counselor and conduct some research for my doctoral thesis.”

“Thank you, Penelope. I will discuss it with my family soon and be in touch. I appreciate the honesty and the invitation.” A nudist resort for incestuous families sounded like a good idea to him, at the least he would get an all-over tan. He would invite the newly promoted VP Brad Van Winter up to his office as soon as Brad was back from Poland, where he was working on the new close air support contract.