Chapter 3

It was about two weeks later that Linda pulled me into the office, then asked me to bring Shara in. Once Shara was in the room, she closed the door, looked at both of us with a stern look. I looked at Shara, Shara looked at me and we shared a look of abject fear.

“Thank you so much for finding that little tart. I’m telling you what. You couldn’t have found a better workmate for me. She’s bright, quick, and an endless ball of energy. She is the Elenore from the NorCentra case, isn’t she, Shara?” Shara nodded. “Good call. Their loss. Truly. Thank you again. Rachel told me the same about Sierra, by the way. It takes time to get the parchment, but she already knows and understands more than most graduates from those courses. That was how Rachel explained it. We’re gonna be fine as long as you two stay busy. Sierra has asked to help with the accounting we do if that’s OK. She’s had a lot more experience and training on it and won’t be as busy as Rachel for a few months until Miss Little’s client base expands a bit.”

“That’s fine with me, Linda, if it helps you. If it’s something you feel you need to keep control...”

“Oh, God, no, Buster. Nothing like that. We’re a team. She’s sharp and good with numbers. We’ll be fine. My job gets easier every time one of those girls wakes up in the morning. I’m fine. Again, thank you. I need to get back to work.” She walked out.

I looked at Shara. Shara looked at me. Our fears had passed, naturally, but our straight faces were replaced with smiles. She approached me, hugged me and thanked me for putting her thralls to work.

“I thought they were OK, but to have them excel is really nice. I’m glad Linda and Rachel like them, too. Really glad. Buster, if I told you I thought I loved you, what would you say?”

“Kiss me.”

“Good.” She kissed me, turning it into a standing make out session. We were at a comfortable height for each other, almost nose to nose, her in her four-inch stilettos and me in dress shoes. The kiss ended with a lick of my lips. She stayed close with her hands on my upper chest. “I was asked out by a gentleman yesterday. I told him I was otherwise emotionally occupied and constrained. Was that a stretch?”

“No, Shara, I think I’m in love, too, but like you, I just need time to make sure my id, my ego, my inner self, and my childish nature are all OK with it. I’ve been pounded into the dirt, Shara. I want to stay open, emotionally, specifically for you, now, but if it ever happened again, it would kill me and turn me into a stone. I was pretty much one until I held Sierra that night. Your thralls making love to me have opened me up and I can feel again. I knew you were special when I hired you. I know you are a different kind of special now. I want to feel your emotions. I want to feel your love. I want to love you. Did any of that make sense or was it the rambling of an idiot with no concept of how to handle this situation?”

“Stop. You’re doing fine. Perfect, in fact. Kiss me again.” We kissed again, this time with one of her hands behind my neck. “I love you. Get to work so we can pay those girls. Only two of them will work for free. Neither of them are the ones helping you.” She laughed and left me standing there.

I went out into the reception area. All five of the women there looked at me when I cleared my throat. “Company dinner tonight. If you can make it, please do so. Call your SOs, Linda, Rachel. See if they’ll attend as well. I’d like to have them there. I just want to thank you all and talk about the future. Who wants to pick and make reservations?”

I should have known, Elenore meekly raised her hand. “I’ll call if someone else will decide. I would normally leave that to Wanda or Shara. Are we inviting Wanda as well? That would be my SO.”

“Absolutely, sweetheart. I wish we could keep her busy all the time so we could keep her here full time. Maybe soon.”

“Buster, what’s an SO?” Rachel asked.

Shara answered for me. “Significant other, Rachel. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Fiancé. Husband. Wife. Thrall. Currently hired and acquired gigolo or escort. Anything you want it to be, right, Buster?”

“Yes. That would be correct. They are welcome, and yes, girls, Wanda is welcome. My gaffe. I should have thought about her in my invite. You all decide where and let the lovely Elenore make a reservation for as many as we can rustle up. All nine of us if you two,” I pointed each of my index fingers at Linda and Rachel, “can get your men to hang out for a free meal and a couple of cocktails.”

Both picked up their phones and made calls. Linda chatted for a bit, then smiled and nodded toward Elenore after ending her call. Rachel had to turn so we didn’t see her talking. When she hung up, turned and told Elenore, “Just eight. Dip stick is being a dill wad. I’m starting to wonder what ... Never mind. I told him it was for work. I’m going.”

Shara took command. “Linda, Roadhouse?” Linda nodded. “Rachel?” Rachel nodded. “Ellie, baby, eight for the Roadhouse, back in a corner, six thirty. That way we don’t stay out too late.”

Rachel asked, “Shara, don’t you ask them if it’s OK?”

“No. No need. I’ll always do what’s best for them. They know that.”

“SOs? Significant others?” Rachel asked.

“More than you know, Rachel. We’re fine. Buster, I didn’t ask you, because we’ve already discussed these things, more than once, I’m sure.”

“No need, Shara. I’m just one of your little thralls now, too.” Everyone but Rachel laughed, then after she shook her head and thought about it for a minute, she did, too.

“Don’t be daft. We’re yours. OK, kids. Back to work. We need to keep this place running. Elenore, make it for nine guests, just in case. Make sure Wanda knows, too, baby sweets.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Elenore spun and was on the phone in minutes.

“Nine?” Rachel asked.

“I don’t trust men, Rachel. Never have. There is one I’m working toward but please hang in there with me on this. Just make sure he knows. You’ll be at the Roadhouse at six-thirty with your office mates.”

She went back into her office, calling Sierra in behind her. Rachel was dumbfounded.

The office was zooming along with complete efficiency until five-thirty. We wrapped it up and all headed for the Roadhouse. The plan was for peanuts and cocktails until we were seated. We were not ordering until six-thirty, though, at Shara’s insistence.

We were seated at six-fifteen, and lo and behold, dip stick, Rachel’s fiancé, Dan Johnston, showed up at six-twenty loudly and rudely asking her to join him for dinner elsewhere. What a dweeb! There was an open chair between her and Shara.

“Have a seat, Danny boy!” Shara told him. “You’re invited. Company dime. Have the surf and turf. Lobster and a bone-in ribeye? Shoot the moon.” She curled her finger at him to get one of his ears down by her. “She’s not leaving. Either eat with us, or that ring on her finger is going to be up your nose. Be nice. You’re being a jerk and women don’t like that. If you think she does, you’re wrong.” She smiled at him. “If I was her, I’d be embarrassed.” He was steaming. “Well?” He sat down. That relationship was over. I knew it. I was happy. Rachel could do better. Dan was an ass. “OK, we can order now. See, Elenore? Rachel? Told ya.” Dan turned beet red but didn’t move. Shara somehow knew how to pull his chain.

We ordered, Dan getting some top shelf whiskey thing with an imported beer chaser, and actually did order the most expensive thing he could find, then included sautéed mushrooms to add to the total. Shara was calling the shots in advance. It was perfect. She was perfect. I was in love. Deeply. She spent the next hour smiling at me as we talked about the way things were going in the office.

I let Linda thank the girls personally. She did so, more or less like she did in my office with Shara and me, making some smiles emerge.

I added my thanks to Shara for bringing us the three amazing girls, the extremely effective private investigator, the marvelously anal-retentive secretary, and the paralegal eagle in training. I also mentioned that in addition to all of the additional duties each of them had, whether they had taken them on or been assigned, the pecking order in the office started with Linda. She was the ipso facto office manager. If a decision had to be made, and Shara and I were out, they merely needed to look to her. That fact was accepted by all, almost like a ‘duh’ moment.

Shara went on, with my permission, to mention that if it was an office management matter, they needed to go directly to Linda in any case, regardless of who was around.

We had a good discussion, Elenore asked for a different keyboard, Linda said she’d take care of it, and we adjourned for dessert. It was, overall, a good meeting, save Dan’s grumbles and rudeness. George Adams, Linda’s boyfriend, the first I’d known of since Uncle Carl’s death, was a nice enough fellow, but kept listening to Dan’s comments, seemingly paying attention to the asshole. That bothered me at the time. We broke after dinner, the five of us staying a for a bit. There was no waiting line, no large crowds in the peanut room, so we stayed and talked for a bit.

Shara brought up something we all agreed with. “Rachel needs to lose him. She is so much better than that. She deserves so much better than that. I wonder what...” Wanda gently interrupted her.

“Shara, think about it. She’s meek around him. She’s afraid to talk back. You did it for her. He controls her. Completely. If you run him off, you’d better be ready for the fallout.” Wanda was serious. “Shara, I love you, and I look to you for my sunshine. I think I always will. My feelings for you are eternal, in my heart, but if you help her, you will have her similarly enthralled, and she’ll be looking at licking Sierra’s feet to make you happy. Please don’t get me wrong, Shara. I want you to do it. I really like Rachel, but she’ll fall to her knees before you if you tell her to leave Dan or tell Dan to stop abusing her. Watch, if you don’t believe me.”

“Shara. I’m afraid she’s right,” Elenore said. “If you want to save her, we’ll help you catch her, but just make sure you want her, because, as they say, if you break it, it’s yours.”

“I’ll take her. She’s helping me learn so much. She and I can make a really good team. Anyway, I don’t have a little toy slave slut and everyone else here does.” Laughter erupted at Sierra’s statement. “Buster, if I climb into bed for a cuddle, can I bring my pet?”

“Wow. I never even considered it. Not even a thought. She is a pretty woman. She has a lot of potential and I’d love to keep her. Yes, Sierra, if that is how it falls out, I’ll cuddle you both. I should let you know that it may not just be me, though. Shara may very well be there with us. We had an interesting conversation today.”

Sierra grinned. “Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.”

Wanda smiled and reached out for Elenore’s hand. Wanda added, “Nothing at all, in fact, we’ve been hoping this would proceed and progress.”

“Buster, it’s Friday. Can I invite our minions over for the evening? I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want any of them, my babies, to be alone. I don’t want you to be alone.” She pulled my hand up and kissed it.

“Yes. Please. I want you all together with me tonight if that’s OK. If nothing else, I need some of you all’s sweet kisses, and I want to know what Wanda and Sierra are planning to do about, and with, Rachel. That is a scary proposition.”

“Don’t you worry about it, Buster. We plan on keeping her in Bigg Law, PC, and we plan on making sure her heart isn’t broken. She needs to know she’s in danger now. She is. She needs to know she would NOT be in danger if she would scrape him off the bottom of her shoe and let us catch her when she falls.” Wanda was dead serious. “Let’s go home, please. I’ll work on Rachel starting tomorrow. Elenore and I will take her to lunch or something and subvert the hell out of his hold on her. She needs better, and she needs it soon, if not now. It’s no wonder she smiles in the morning and doesn’t when she leaves work in the evening. She loves being told she needs to work late, too. Go figure. Keeps her away from him, though, doesn’t it? Enough. Someone needs to take me home and ravish and or ravage my hungry skin.” That comment drew giggles from the group.

Back at the house, getting there in three different cars, we all relaxed in the hot tub for a bit. Shara sat next to me, with Wanda in her lap, Elenore had her hands all over Sierra, who was in her lap, and I just got to watch them loving each other. They did discuss Rachel some more and gave me the kisses I wanted in between their planning Dan’s departure from her life. When I went to swim, it was Wanda and Sierra that accompanied me.

“You two be careful with that woman. She’s important to me. She helped me start my practice and has been instrumental in our success. She’s good people.”

“We will, Buster,” Wanda told me. “No problems. Promise.” They both settled on my hips, holding on to my neck and each other as we walked around. I felt Sierra moan as she was rubbing her crotch on my hip. Then Wanda did. Oh, no. They worked their legs together, took turns kissing me, and working themselves against me, then both came with their pussies grinding on my hip bones.

“Thank you, Buster. I needed that. Come sit on the top step, please,” Sierra requested of me. I did and as soon as I was comfortable, Wanda kissed me and rubbed my chest, even lightly pinching my nipples, while Sierra worked my erection into her mouth, then her throat. I didn’t last long. She swallowed my entire member a few times and on the last one, I lost it. I erupted, spasming and spurting my semen at first into her throat, then her mouth. She sucked like she was afraid she’d lose a drop. She didn’t.

When I opened my eyes, Shara was next to me, and Elenore was standing between her legs.

“We OK, Buster?”

“Yeah, Shara. We are. I love you. I’m sure of it. Even without the minions, I’d love you. Lots. I’m getting a bit tired. Rinse off and a movie? Anyone want popcorn?”

Elenore volunteered to make the popcorn, letting someone else pick the movie.

Rinsing everyone was more fun this time, as Shara and I shared the duty, cleaning first Wanda, so she could go find a movie, then Elenore, so she could go make popcorn, then Sierra, so we could make love to her in the shower. We did. As a couple, Shara and I brought Sierra to a climax. I had a finger up on her G Spot and my lips wrapped around her clitoris. Shara had one hand on her breasts, and I felt knuckles which told me Sierra was being anally violated by one or more of Shara’s fingers. She screamed and slumped on my face, drenching me. Shara removed her finger, washed her hands and held Sierra up so her legs wouldn’t give out completely.

Sierra tilted her head up and kissed Shara, then thanked her. She turned to kiss me, bit my lip, and said, “Thank you, Buster. I love you. I know I do. Shara, I love you, too. I really need you two to make sure I don’t do something wrong to upset you. I need you. I know that.”

I stood, took her and Shara both into my arms, making a Sierra sandwich, and told her we were here for her. “Sierra, the night we first talked and snuggled, you opened my heart. I do love you. I need you around. I love Shara. I think she’s my future, but you need to be here, too. I hope you see that. I want Wanda and Elenore, too.”

“Baby bunny, everything is fine. Really. I want each of you in my life. I need Wanda. I love her. She needs me and Elenore and Elenore needs her. You need Elenore and Buster. I need you. I need Buster. I love him. He loves you. We are fine. It may get complicated someday, but we should be OK.”

“Complicated? Some day? Really?” Sierra giggled. “I love you both. Keep me. Could I move in with one of you? I don’t hardly use my place much anymore. I’m almost always with one of you, and I just ... I’ll make your house payments if you want, I just don’t want to ever sleep alone again.”

I lost a tear when she asked that. “You are welcome here, little one. Please. You can have your own room, your own space, but I’d love you here with me. If you would talk Miss Little into it, you could always snuggle between us if you can get us that far apart.”

“Soon, Buster. Soon. Other things need to happen first, but it will probably happen one day soon. Baby bunny, I would love so much if you were here with him. I really would. I will be, too, I’m sure. Soon.”

“Thank you. I’ll make arrangements, but in the meantime, Buster, I can live with you?” I nodded. She kissed me. She kissed Shara. “Thanks. You two need a drink or anything?” We both nodded. “They’re waiting for us in the other room. I heard the popcorn stop popping.” She took our hands, helped us dry off, and away we went to the family room and the theater seating in there. She served drinks for all and we settled in for yet another romantic comedy.

In bed that night, I had the four of them, snuggled up with Wanda and Sierra closest to me. Shara was behind Wanda and Elenore behind Sierra. Pretty normal due to how they met and fell in love.

“Ellie, I’m moving in with Buster. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Wanda and I have been talking about something similar. I don’t see me with anyone else, especially now that Wanda is sure she’s in love with Shara, and Shara is working on her relationship with Buster. I’m glad, actually. I know where to find you if I need you, I know you’re being taken care of, and most of all, I know you’re safe. Buster would never hurt you. No, I don’t mind. I’m happy about it.”

Sierra leaned her head back and we got to watch Elenore kissing her pet while holding her exposed throat. That is an extremely erotic position. It shows an openness and vulnerability that can’t be denied.

“Thanks, Elenore. I want her here. Shara thinks it’s a good idea, too.” I pulled Elenore’s head to me for a kiss of my own.

Elenore, in her infinite wisdom, made the observation, “At the rate we’re going, Buster is going to be overrun with women. If he brings Shara in, Wanda will want to come with her, I’ll want to be here with Wanda, my pet will already be here with him, and we’ll be trying to salvage Rachel from the grips of dip stick Dan.”

“Sorry, Elenore, but I don’t see a downside. I’ve already decided that I love you all, and I want Shara to be mine. When she’s ready, I want her. I want all of you, here, with me. That would be the best solution, in my perfect world. Bring Rachel, since she’ll need a place to decompress, find herself and her limits, and ... Nope, I don’t see a problem with any of it.”

“Good.” Three different voices said that. Sierra was already moving in. She didn’t need to agree.

Waking in the morning, I heard voices in the kitchen.

“No, actually, it was rape. He raped my butt. I don’t think he realized it at the time, but I’m glad about it now. A few stitches, some Preparation H for a couple weeks, and a few days in court was all it cost me. I can still give Buster Bigg my virginity, I hope, and all will be well with the world.”

“I can’t believe anyone would do that.” Elenore’s voice, no question.

“He did. He was a hell of a lot bigger than me, and I couldn’t stop him. Starting offensive lineman for the Cal Bears. Thank God his prick wasn’t that big. His dick was probably about half the size of baby bunny’s Prince Charming’s in there, but it was zero to buttfuck in one second, and it hurt. Really hurt. It tore my rectum in two places. Ickkk. Anyway, that was four years ago, and he’s on a ten-year sentence. California is probably letting him out about now, unless he killed someone in prison.”

“Miss Shara, I’ll look into that for you. I don’t like that thought. Men are pretty stupid. Football players aren’t necessarily...”

“Enough. There are smart football players, Wanda. He wasn’t one of them, granted, and he’s the one we need to look out for.”

“I will, ma’am.” I heard a couple of grunts and realized they were hugging each other. Then I thought back to our conversation long ago about her being a lesbian slut and a heterosexual virgin. The explanation didn’t really faze me before, but now, thinking back, it really, really made sense. She’d never been penetrated vaginally, and never had consensual penetrative sex. Being raped anally, rectally, whatever it’s called, is a travesty. Good Lord. No wonder she was so skittish around men and relationships. It really explained a lot. Rachel had mentioned her going out, or at least being seen out, with men, but that it never led to anything. Shara is polite. She is endearing. She, if asked nicely, would have at least been cordial and accepted a dance or a meeting for a drink. Come to think of it, there was never an indication that she was alone with another man.

I needed to gently, carefully, and empathetically, ask her about the situation and ask her if I could do anything to allay her fears. I needed to be very careful if I wanted to win this woman’s heart, her love, her devotion, her future, and make them my own. I was more and more sure, week after week, the more time we spent together and with her minions, that was what I really desired.

Sierra came in to check on me. “Good morning, Mr. Bigg!” She kissed me. “How long have you been awake?”

“About fifteen minutes. I heard.”