Episode 151: CALCULATED RISQ

Long before First period began at Horton-Dexter High School...

“We could have gotten a ride to school from Mace again.”

Henry McKellen pulled out of his driveway with his daughters in tow. Dakota’s suggestion was ideal considering his schedule was full, with meeting his employers at the Hillbilly Hyatt. Still, with Dakota’s constant demand that Henry coach her on how to be with boys and his reluctance to, she had mentioned going next door and having Piper Cherry’s nephew Mace Belmont teach her instead. After she came home yesterday asking about candles and her body obviously oiled up a strange jealousy had emerged from Henry. While he did not question her over it, he was not dumb. Nor was he wanting to explain a step ladder standing in the grass beneath his balcony that he needed to return to Piper’s garage. Dakota saw that, Sable saw that, neither said a word. Truthfully, after witnessing Mace Belmont jumping down from that balcony last week, they presumed it might be him snooping. Dakota was shamelessly giddy thinking Mace decided he wanted another look at her last night. Naive all around. For Henry in this moment, call it protecting what was his, without him she would never be born. If only he knew how late that envy was.

“I needed some fresh air anyway. With your mother off God knows where before the rooster crowed, it just gave me that chance. Besides, I like spending time with my girl ... girls.” Dakota flared her eyes telling herself just how much he wanted her. He did indeed but was fighting hard not to.

Behind them in the backseat Sable McKellen the youngest of the twins by three minutes pouted slightly at the way he phrased his girls. It was obvious daddy had more affection toward her sister. Not that it was any big deal, Sable was just starting to understand all things manhood. Of course, three days ago before she got her braces out, she was privilege to being mistaken for Dakota and had her dad rubbing up on her naked. Big mistake on his part and more mistakes to come. The girls now twisting their identities to get what they both wanted was now becoming great fun.

“We love spending time with you too daddy.” Sable ventured to offer her opinion.

“Good! You know I love you two.” She fidgeted hearing that, presuming two meant too. Dakota was always top priority. Bitch! For a brief moment Sable thought about Dominic Black lifting her t-shirt up right in front of an oblivious Travis Herbert. Wet beyond imagining she really wish the hillbilly giant had done more with her. After that he behaved just to keep the peace. Smart on his part but Sable was so needy to be touched these days. While yes, she liked Travis, but seeing how Dominic treated Trav’s mom was breathtaking. The way Kelly responded to Dom’s every command. Last night before falling asleep Sable even roleplayed with herself kneeling on the floor to talk to Dominic, calling him master. All new to her but fun. She rubbed her pussy harder than she ever had before.

“Big day’s almost here.” He smirked leering at Dakota. In her mind she focused on her losing her virginity over her actual birthday. She knew what he meant; they both did. Regardless, Dakota couldn’t even blink while staring over at her handsome father. Picturing all of the erotic things he had taught her thus far she couldn’t wait to get with a real man. Angus Furlong was on her list, but she wasn’t quite convinced he should be her first. She wished it could be her father but knew that was never going to happen no matter how hard she begged. Mace Belmont eating her out and fake fucking her in his bedroom made her wiggle in her seat even now. Casual glances by Henry he presumed that wiggle combined with her stares that she was fantasizing about his going too far recently. He too rubbing his dick all up on her body. So wrong! Still, it was rather fun to see just how hot and bothered Punky got around him.

“Three more days.” Sable beat her sister to it. Their birthday fell on Thursday, even if their party would not be until Saturday.

“Yep! My adults! It seems like yesterday you two were crawling around on the carpet.” A brief image of seeing Dakota on her hands and knees looking for a lost earring crept in. No panties on, it was quite the sight. Site even! He had to stop pondering on those images or his dick was going to speak out of turn. Thoughts only he did his best. “I wonder how Amanda Pruett is going to react to the incest subject matter that Tessa and I have incorporated into Frisque? If she thinks, it’s too much for my subscribers we’re going to have to start over. I’ll just blame Tessa.” He grinned to himself as he watched the traffic ahead, matters worse the road construction slowing up his timetable. Sadly, he even waved at the very men who had played with Josie mere hours before she herself made it to the school. Crazy how life tends to crosshair itself.

“What are you thinking about Daddy?” Dakota saw his grin hoping he was thinking of her. “Please don’t tell me that it’s the first time Sable and I rode a bike.” In just that tiny comment Henry envisioned Dakota on top of him riding his ... Schwinn. Acting as if getting a chill, he shook that vision off quickly. “School Bus! Elephant at the circus! Piggyback rides! Ferris wheel!” He recited every other ride imaginable to avoid the inevitable. Thankfully it kept his erection minimal.

As much sex as he’d had in the last four days it was shocking his dick wanted to come up at all. The strippers and bartender at Cashanova, Kelly Herbert, Serafina Black, Marie Sadler, even his wife Josie, he was wiped out. How he got any further work done on Frisque was hard to fathom. Even then his dick was back and forth hard in creating better graphics of the incest twins in his game. Honestly, he would be glad to move on to the BDSM aspects of the new game sequences. All pending on what Amanda had to say today when they met of course.

“You’re going to miss your turn.” Dakota pointed. Henry’s thoughts were so deep he was indeed going to drive right on by the street Horton-Dexter was on. His turn? A shot glance at Dakota he swallowed dryly then slowed up just in time. His thoughts led him to view Sable in his rearview, Dakota double vision. DAMMIT!

“Half asleep still. Coffee hasn’t revved my engine yet.” He switched topic. In turning he followed other parents in dropping off their kids at school. While in line he noted Piper Cherry walking toward the front entrance in her nearly sheer dress, lace sunflower over her breasts. Seeing the reaction of the boys around her made him cock an eyebrow. “They sure love Piper. Has to be that dress she’s wearing. Fuck it’s not only short, but also halfway see-through.” Too bad that at a distance he couldn’t see her nipple nubs sticking out through the pistils of the sunflower inlay. His dick was rising and this time he didn’t care.

“I need to design more scenes for the game with her in it. I wonder how she’d look in bondage poses. I really need to dive into research for more interesting positions.” As he studied Piper, he spotted her bend over to pick up a few cigarette butts on the steps and caught the fact she wasn’t wearing panties. “Of course, she’s not. Look at the guys running to get a glimpse. She’s crazy!”

With the traffic easing forward he heard a honk behind him to stop staring and pull forward. Even Dakota giggled at his lapse in judgment. She presumed he was looking at her not Piper. Sable however knew differently. With many students outside still jabbering away Henry searched the group of football players knowing a jersey when he saw one. “So, which one is this, Angus?”

“I don’t see him. He must be inside already. He’s been really quiet since Friday’s game. He got roughed up pretty bad and won’t let me be there for him.”

“I recall. Pride! Just give him room.”

“I am!”

“We can get out here and walk daddy.” Sable unfastened her seatbelt. “You don’t need to pull right up to the exit.”

“I have to wait anyway. In a hurry to ditch dear ole’ dad?”

“Never!” Dakota pouted, “I’m here to the very last second.”

“Ugggh!” Sable rolled her eyes. Her sister was so obvious it was unreal. Maybe she should act that way toward her father and see if he bought into the body swap. Another time! Going ahead and getting out of the car Sable stepped to her father’s door and tapped a nail. Rolling his window down she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Good luck at your meeting today.”

“Thanks Shyster! Love you.”

“Love you more daddy.” Around the back bumper she waltzed and blended into the herd.

“Alone at last.” He chuckled then froze in expression. Without thinking he alluded that he liked being alone with his eldest. Trembling with excitement Dakota unhooked her own seatbelt and dove across the console to kiss Henry dead on the lips. A little too long at that he heard that darned honk again. Not only that but a number of the football players and cheerleaders noticed the lip lock. Henry had to push her away but sadly he palmed a breast in order to escape. She giggled thinking, “He sooo wants me.”

“OUT! You can’t be acting like that around other people Punky. They might get the wrong idea. Incest is illegal.” So why wasn’t he able to stop touching her or letting her touch him she thought. For now, she sighed and apologized. Opening her door, she was gone in a flash. Sadly, he watched her wiggle away until that honker blasted him again. “FUCK YOU!” Easing around the cars Henry left Horton-Dexter behind.

Amanda Pruett arrived at work bright and early, knowing she had a meeting with Henry McKellen alone. She opted to forego his partner Tessa Harper today arranging a second meeting tomorrow to compare their notes. Amanda wanted to hear the real creators voice before bringing in the youth aspect. This game was Henry’s baby, so Amanda respected him enough to listen before encouraging any positive or negative feedback. That, and after their last official meet Amanda sucked his dick in the viewing room she was slightly stressed. So, unlike her but the woman had needs. At 42 she was missing out on life; her ex-husband having run off with a younger woman didn’t help. She wasn’t normally a go-getter but simply took a chance with Henry that day. Knowing his personality, she didn’t fear any harassment suit so went for it. He didn’t argue so that in itself was intriguing.

Addicted to his game Frisque herself only added fuel to her desire. Unlocking the front door, cutting the alarm, and turning on lights she ended in her office to begin her day. She had a few minutes still before her secretary Candace Morgan would clock in so she started coffee and went back to her desk. Firing her computer up she immediately went into Frisque the original to make notes. While what Henry had already achieved was a masterpiece the fanbase was waning over the usual content. Spicing things up was necessary and she had faith in him to blow her socks off. Incest addition had her concerned but an e-mail from her own hand sent out a poll to ask the current members of his subscribers their opinions. Many actually took the time to beg for a serious taboo. A risk certainly but if it paid off and paid the bills Amanda would risk her reputation.

“I wonder if Henry really did add in an Aunt Amanda. Mandy, he called me.” She knew she wore a short skirt today for a reason. Fingers slipped between her thighs and rubbed along her lace panties with an eager temptation. “Wet, already! This is going to be a long day. If Henry shows me some incredible new footage, I’m going to have to lock my office door.”

Wondering if she should dare try sucking him off again, she slid nails beneath her panties and teased her clit. “Play it by ear. Let’s not put any wedge between he and I. He’s my biggest talent in this lackluster gaming company. I’m sooo tired of these racing and apocalyptic games it’s unreal. Hmmm? I bet Henry could make those kinds of games really steamy. No, let’s not get stupid, just keep him in his genre.”

Touching herself she knew she needed to stop before she was sinking fingers deep but the game unfolding on her monitor although a few years old still had that perfect tone to spark hormonal necessity. “I’ll hear Candace come in so let’s live a little.” She smiled with mischief and sat up in a slouch to reach beneath her skirt and gradually remove her lace panties. Once off she curled them up and placed them in her desk drawer. “I haven’t gone without underwear in ten years. The thrill is contagious. Maybe I’ll do a Sharon Stone in front of Henry at least and see his expression. It doesn’t mean I have to go further. Although, I did enjoy sucking that man’s cock. It’s just been so very long. I wish the dating sites were me but I’m just to set in my ways I suppose. Live for the day Aunt Mandy.” She giggled and switched scenes on Frisque to one of his characters resembling Henry himself and his ex-wife doing it in the kitchen. “She makes an apron look so sexy. Henry certainly knows how to design beautiful women. They always look so real. I might just commission Henry to design scenes of he and I having sex together.” Intriguing idea but that was not a paycheck for her, only for him.

“Something to consider once he completes the new episodes. Sadly, I feel he’s going to need a couple dozen new acts to satisfy and increase viewership.” Sighing as her fingertips taunted her swollen clitoris Amanda abandoned her pleasure. “I need to start acting like a boss. Too unprofessional and I’ll create a bad work environment and eventually push my prize away. Henry really isn’t my type. I honestly don’t know, other than the fact he’s good at his job what I see in him. I mean the man has one hell of a dick but, I could almost be his mother. Okay older sister. It’s strange to me why I’m even acting like I am. Normally I’m the Alpha, that’s how I got my job as CEO here. I didn’t take prisoners then, why should I now? I’m hardly weak yet, I did let myself go after Henry’s dick. Still going after it is aggressive when he didn’t see it coming. Dammit! Now I’m thinking of my ex-Dennis, pathetic little whiner. He did make a good sub though. Until he cheated. Shit! How could I overlook the fact that Henry is married. I made him cheat too. Maybe I’m no better than Dennis.”

Hearing the front door open Amanda stood quickly and smoothed out her skirt. Knowing it was her secretary she moved from her office to the tiny kitchenette to pour coffee. A friendly gesture she poured one for Candace.

“Morning!” The elder blond smiled, “You’re here early. What’s the occasion?” She accepted a foam cup of coffee; she knew Candace drank it black. “Thank you. Ohhh! Isn’t today when Henry McKellen drops by?”

“Yes, it is! I can’t wait to see what he’s put together to update Frisque.”

“I can’t get enough of that game.” Candy grins, “He certainly has my money.”

“Mine too if I didn’t have access to it for free.” Amanda smirks.

“Wearing a short skirt today I see.” Candy teases her boss, “Can I run back home and change into mine?” She herself had a dress on but the skirt went down to her calves. At 52, Candace Morgan was less inclined to show off. Age had crept up on the woman and to be honest she didn’t try very hard to stave it off. Odd, considering she truly was a beauty.

“You look just fine.”

“I know, but I adore teasing Henry when he visits. His game just brings out the silver fox in me.”

“I think we can agree on that.” Amanda got along fabulously with her secretary. “I know I should show more professionalism but like you I find I enjoy teasing him as well.”

Candace in moving around Amanda dared to run her hand across her boss’s butt and sighed, “I knew it. No underwear. Shameless hussy!” A wink offered she put her purse under her desk and sat down. Amanda simply stared at her and sipped her coffee. “Oh, come on! How long have we worked together Amanda? What was one cop a feel? I’m not after you.”

“They’re in my desk drawer.” Amanda couldn’t hold her straight face any longer. “Don’t judge the lady that signs your paychecks.”

“Never ever!” Candy feigned a blush, “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure!”

“Can I take mine off while he’s here?”

“He’s not coming in for two hours yet. You have thirty minutes to run home and switch skirts.”

“Really?” Candy considered it. “He’s not into me I’m almost 20 years older than he is. If I did, it would just be me feeling young again.”

“Well, he is coming back tomorrow but Tessa Harper will be joining him. Neither of us stand a chance around that adorable youngster.” Amanda had never told Candy about blowing Henry it was better not to spread her lack in judgment.

“I’ll be back in 25 minutes.” She jumped up and grabbed her purse. “Why not! As long as you don’t object.”

“Short as mine or you’re being docked an hour on your income.” Amanda heckled her employee. As Candy raced back to her car Amanda locked the door and went back to her office. Skirt up ... heels on her desk Amanda fingered herself to Frisque. That apron was inspiring.

Piper Cherry’s dress was a hit. With the thin almost transparent sections of her outfit her bronzed flesh was hard to miss. All of the essentials were covered even though her protruding nipples were taking jabs at the boys. Along her hips the sheerness exposed the pelvic bones to each side of her bikini area with gentle expressions so that they were advertised. She absolutely loved the reactions of the students’ starving eyes. Even the younger students were privy to the glimpses. Unsettling to a point she simply watched what she did directly in front of them. The problem was it was hard to decipher who was young these days. Students were unpredictable in sizes and looking older than they might truly be. A risk she took.

Notified by Principal Carl Manley that she had to oversee Mimi Alexander’s Art Class she went straight up to the second floor after a revealing talk to her faculty friends in the breakroom. The journey up with Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler eventful in itself she realized she had a few minutes to kill. Sidelining her escort Toby Mellon, she sent him on to Art then deviated in step. In a swift detour she headed upstairs and unlocked the third floor for a moment of peace and quiet. Needing to make a phone call which required privacy it was her best option.

Having looked up a few ads around town for male strippers she decided it might be safer to go for out of town. Her requirements were hard to find so it meant an exhaustive search out of state even. With none of her choices open late last night she had to make these today.

“Hi, I’m looking for something specific for a very small gathering.” Her first choice let her down the more she inquired. “Grrr! Boston? Good lord, the things I’ll stoop to to get what I want.” Dialing a firm called Boston Loggers she repeated her request and found success. “That’s right four huge guys with footlong dicks ... bigger if you have any.” She giggled shamelessly. “They have to be in Nashville, Tennessee Thursday morning for lunch hour. I understand the expensive nature of it. Book their flights and hotel rooms. Bill me by e-mail and I’ll pay you by lunch. I’m at work this very second. Wow! The dancers get paid that much? Maybe I should be a dancer.” The exchange went well. “Hold on I’ll just give you my card number now. I have five minutes still.” Transaction done she withheld the address saying she would send a car for them. For now, it was better not mentioning that part. “Thank you very much ... my cousin from Bosssston.” She did her best impression of the guy in the Boston Lager commercials. Her contact found it hilarious.

One thing done. Off to be Artistic! Toby Mellon waiting on her to walk in together only made her morning that much more ... colorful.

After dropping the twins off Henry McKellen headed back home to shower and get prepared for his meeting at Calculated RisQ, the home of his RPG game Frisque. Thinking about his last actual visitation and what his coordinator slash CEO Amanda Pruett had done right in front of newcomer Tessa Harper, he had to chuckle. “Last time we spoke on the phone Amanda avoided talking about that incident like the plague. I don’t even know why I let it happen. Well, I guess I do, it was seeing Tessa’s reaction. Truthfully it was dumb on all of our parts but hey what’s done is done. I’m hardly uptight over it. As long as she doesn’t start weeping and apologizing, I’m good. I’m sure not going to tell her bad boss, BAD BOSS!”

In getting dressed he started to lay out dress clothes then paused to stare at them laying on his comforter. “Why am I dressing like it’s a date? There’s really nobody there to impress, the place is like a tomb most days. Everybody that works for Calculated RisQ, designs from their home. Unless she double booked for today, I’m just going comfy.” Hanging his slacks and dress shirt back up he explores his closet and goes with a white T-shirt he bought when he and Josie took a cruise four years back to the Bahamas. Palm tree on the front with huge coconuts that said Pina Colada on it. Nothing fancy kind of cheesy. The way the tree and coconuts were designed it looked like a huge dick and balls wearing palm leaves. He liked to refer to it as Penis Colada. Going with the tee he started for cargo pants then shrugged. “Nope! Comfy means comfy.” A pair of his cut off sweatpants was on the agenda. “I’m going to even go commando.” He chuckled. “Might as well make Amanda sweat and have fun watching her resist any repeat performance.”

Dressed, he slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and a few shots of cologne called Grow a Pear a fruity scent but manly at an equal opportunity he called it. A quick journey to his office downstairs he grabbed his laptop case, computer within and a drawing pad then aimed for the garage through the side of the dining area. Garage door ignited, daylight crept in over his SUV and he started it up. Backing out he hit close on his remote and pulled out onto the street. Seeing Piper’s nephew Mace getting into his truck a friendly honk met waves.

“Wonder where he’s heading? I guess it could be lunch time so probably fast-food run. He did look awful dressed up though. Maybe Piper told him to get a job.” Shrugging off any further guesses Henry hit the front gates of Hooters Crossing and didn’t look back. If he had, he might have noticed Mace behind him at a distance. Where the young man was off to was to do some shopping. Piper had given him a list of party decorations for the McKellen twins birthday party on Saturday. He intended to find something nice as a gift for the girls as well, something more than just merely plates for a car they didn’t even own, and printed t-shirts. If Henry had known he’d have given the boy money to help Piper out. As if she needed the money. The point was, he and Josie should be the ones fronting the party, but Piper insisted. Finances not as glamorous as they used to be he was honestly grateful.

Reaching the Hillbilly Hyatt as it was called, Henry found the parking lot fairly empty. A two-story strip mall if you get down to it there wasn’t a lot to offer. Law Firm, Financial Advisors, Lingerie store, Mom and Pops were all about it. Calculated RisQ was on the second level taking up the width of three stores below. Truthfully the company could downsize but the location was perfect. Any further downtown and it would cost a fortune.

Locking his vehicle Henry took his briefcase and ventured to the staircase along the side of the mall and went inside. All glass on the interior he knocked on the window in passing to get an early attention out of Candace Morgan, Amanda’s secretary. Oddly she looked really attractive today. Unusual to say the least. Entering the door, he greeted her with a zestful, “There’s my favorite Sexretary.” He had zero worry of offending her, Candace was hotwired to be a flirt.

“There’s your moneymaker ... I mean our moneymaker.” She winked and intentionally tugged down at her cleavage. Having rushed home earlier to change into a shorter skirt Candace opted to live dangerously and wore a dress she hadn’t worn in five years. Massive cleavage her 38C melons were bulging from an underwire lift, the dress itself white with floral print sparingly spread out. The skirt itself shocked Amanda when she came back to work with it being barely under her butt cheeks. Amanda honestly considered going back home to change again herself out of jealousy. Mainly because her skirt was a solo with a button-down blouse that matched. This meant whore ... war!

“Did it fall out?” He swayed his arms to his side then peered down at his crotch. The sweats were peaking but not extremely noticeable as yet. Too much talk he might run into problems but for some reason he just didn’t care.

“God, I wish.” Candace giggled. “I’ll let Amanda know you’re here.” Standing up Candace stepped from behind her desk, and he got a solid look at her unexpected dress length. While not all that attractive before because of her normal aged frumpy look this new Candace was a breath of fresh air. Planned to inspire, Candy accidently dropped the pen in her hand and bent forward to pick it up from the floor. The unladylike act shared her cheeks, a tad bit of cottage cheese look going on at first, but they tightened up the further she bent over. Clam glam! Wow!

Henry whistled at her making her day and she peered over her shoulder with a wink of bless your heart. “You find the fountain of youth recently?”

“Only for you Handsome. I do make the appointments, so I did know you were coming.”

“Just your luck then, I’ll be cumming tomorrow too.”

“I’ll be sure to dress even nicer then.”

“Less is more they say.”

“This is the less in my wardrobe I’m afraid.” She toyed with her skirt, whipping it about teasingly.

“Then I challenge you to find less by tomorrow.” He chuckled.

“Challenge accepted.” Her eyes flared with hormonal hopefulness. “I better show you in.”

“I can find my way in ... trust me.” He laughed and stepped up to her and pinched the front of her skirt to capture a glance at panties, pubic hair tufting all around it. Uncertain how exactly to breath in the moment Candace overheated until Henry released her skirt and kissed her on the cheek. Moving to her ear he whispered, “Bzzzzzz!” She caught on immediately that he expected her to shave.

“Oh, my!” She found herself speechless then turned to catch her breath. Knocking on Amanda’s door she opened it enough to duck her head in and fan her features. “Henry is here to see us ... I mean you. I’m so flustered right now.”

A frown from Amanda led to a razzing tongue, “Send him my way.”

“Can I keep him a little longer?” Candace whispered.

“I HEARD THAT!” Henry was enjoying the atmosphere today. He didn’t even worry the fact his erection was showing up a bit more dramatically. Candace blushing turned and found Henry right up on her ass peering in at Amanda with a wink for her as a flirty greet. Turning right into Henry’s chest Candace melted. “Hey? Mind if I suggest something?” He too whispered to the secretary.

“Yes?”

She found his hand pinching her loose skirt, again lifting it enough to see her underwear. “Here’s your less.” She took the hint and held a hand to her chest. Who knew Henry McKellen would act so interested in her at 52? Why did she wear panties today? It hadn’t even occurred to her to forego them in her short skirt temptation. Well, it did but she talked herself out of it. Maybe she was showing her age. “By the way ... you have really nice legs.” Stepping around her he entered Amanda’s office and closed the door. Candace Morgan nearly fainted.

“My goodness. Did I make him that hard?” A good day ahead!

“Good morning, Henry.” Amanda was prepared, her blouse unbuttoned enough to share her own 38C’s, bra removed and added to her panties in the desk drawer. The ladies were on fire this morning.

“Morning Chief! Ready to see the future of Frisque?”

“Absolutely! Have a seat.”

“I say we watch the footage before we settle in and discuss politics. That way if you have any objections to a number of the incest scenes Tessa and I slipped in you can share your concerns if they’re too much.”

“We’re treading on hot water doing it, but we’re going to see what we can pass the censors Henry. If they can get incest by in pornos we can. Have Candace take you to the viewing room I’ll be there shortly.”

“See you there.” Another wink he notes her eyes lowering to his tented sweats.

“Dress for success today?” She grinned sheepishly.

“Did I need to wear a three-piece suit?”

“No. I’m only teasing you, Henry.”

“Same here!” He patted his hip which wiggled his penis. Her eyes flared but tried to remain focused on his face. “I just went two pieces today. Adding to my wagger ... swagger.” He left her to think on that and shut her door behind him. The second he sealed her away Amanda Pruett trembled.