Chapter 9

It turned out that Lisa’s closet was where my bathroom would have been. She finally took pity on me and helped me into the bathroom to flush out my eyes. They were both still laughing at me, but that was okay. It was kind of funny. If I could see though, there would have been spankings.

She led me to the shower and made me promise to behave. “I’m really sore down there,” she said ruefully. “Can we take a night off from sex tonight?” she begged. “I think I need to recover. I really feel rough.”

She popped a couple of Aleve and got in the shower with me, groaning as she stepped awkwardly into the tub.

“Sure,” I told her. “Whatever you need, Babe. How about tonight, I pamper you with another massage and draw you a bath to soak in?”

“That would be Heavenly!” she gushed and I kissed the back of her neck before reaching for the body-wash.

“Fuck!” I said softly.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I forgot that you won’t have any of my brands around,” I said, taking a tentative sniff of the body wash, smelling something that smelled like flowers marinated in mangoes. “I guess I’ll have to go through today smelling like perfume after all. The ladies at the office are gonna laugh to kill themselves.”

She chuckled and patted my cheek. “Let me know what you need and I’ll pick it up,” she said lightly.

“Don’t worry about it. I have to take Sugar to get keys copied after school anyway. We ran short on time last night.”

“Okay,” she said and kissed me lightly before turning her attention back to getting herself ready to face the day. I let her hog the shower head since I could be a little later for work than she could.

“I meant to talk to you girls last night about something,” I told her when she was drying her hair and I was scrubbing down. “The ladies at work are talking about throwing a birthday party for me. I think they really want to meet you two and get the dirt from you that they haven’t managed to get from me.”

“They’re watching out for you?” she asked lightly, combing out her hair as she ran the hair dryer over it.

“At least one of them has been trying to get me to make a pass at her,” I admitted and told her about Olivia and her computer problems.

“So she finds reasons for you to crawl under her desk so she can flash you?” she looked at me with a bemused expression. “How long has this been going on?”

“A couple of months,” I shrugged and shut off the shower, reaching for a towel. “Maybe longer. I noticed there was something off in my relationship by Christmas. Crystal said that they’d watch my mood get lower every week, so they must have been aware of it for a while.”

“She must really like you if she keeps doing it,” Lisa told me. “Most girls move on after a while. You gonna give her what she wants?”

“I joked with Crystal about inviting her to come home for my birthday in case you two didn’t know what to get me for a present and she decided that we should have a party.”

She nodded. “You did warn me that biker sluts eat pussy,” she allowed. “Honestly, I haven’t done that since high school and I didn’t do a lot of it then.”

“Didn’t like it or was that when you met Ryan?” I asked as I toweled off.

“The girl I was with moved,” she told me. “Ryan and I got together after that and we stayed together through college and got married and pregnant pretty much right afterwards. I thought about finding a girlfriend for a while and even went out to a couple of bars after the divorce, but I never found anyone that I liked.” She gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna start breakfast. Come down when you’re ready.”

I smiled as she pulled her robe off the back of the door and put it on, sweeping her hair free of it with a flip of her hand. I got dressed and went downstairs to the smell of eggs. “Can you look after these for a minute?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. She just had a pan of scrambled going. There were sausages cooking in another pan, so I tended them while she went upstairs to get dressed. I’d be going home to get changed for the office. I considered getting another shower, but figured I’d let the ladies have their teasing. There were worse things to be teased about.

Breakfast was ready by the time they got back. I’d made some toast and buttered it for them before it got cold, serving them both before dishing up my own. “What can I get for you for next door?” I asked Lisa. “I’ll have Kelsey with me for her stuff, but does she know what you need?”

Lisa shrugged. “Um, shampoo and conditioner, body wash, a loufa ... I don’t even know,” she admitted.

“Not to worry. I left my phone upstairs. I’ll just take pictures of the bottles to make sure I get the right things,” I told her.

When we were finished, I went back upstairs and she came with me. I took pictures of her tampon box, body-wash, shampoo, conditioner, lotions, cremes, her make-up, perfumes, moisturizers and nail polishes.

“You can’t buy all this,” she protested. “Everything I need is right next door.”

I shrugged. “This way, you don’t have to make the trip,” I said lightly. “I get to spend more time with you naked. Next time, you can teach me how to treat your laundry so I’m not flinging your clothes around when I strip them off of you.”

“Hah!” she barked a laugh. “You really are different than Ryan,” she said ruefully. “Where were you when I agreed to go out with him?”

“In diapers,” I told her with a crooked grin.

She laughed and swatted me on the ass, pushing me out of the room. “No helmet today, Sugar,” I told Kelsey as she was coming out of her room with it under her arm. “We’re going shopping after school. We need the trunk space. If your girls need a ride though, we can squeeze them in. If Chihuahua needs a ride, we can put him in the trunk.”

“He can walk,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “After what he did yesterday, if we give him a ride, it should be to his own funeral.”

“I like the way you think,” I laughed. “I promise that we’ll take the bike most of the time if the weather is good, but today we’re gonna have too much to carry on the bike.”

She nodded. “I know. Can the girls come with us after school?”

“I don’t see why not,” I said. “They’re your friends. They’re all good girls.”

“You mean they’re all Daddy’s girls,” she teased.

“I wonder who gave them the idea that was okay?”

“Swan when she yelled it out.”

We all left by the front door and I wasn’t shy about giving Lisa a very affectionate kiss and a pat on the ass. Kelsey got a hug and a more appropriate kiss and then I crossed to my front door to pick up yesterday’s mail and check my phone messages. There were three. One from Angela that told me to call her, a call looking for IT services that I made a note to return and one from Jennifer.

“Hey, Jake, are you there?” she started off, sounding very subdued. “I just wanted to call to talk. I ... I know. I’m the last person you probably want to talk to right now. Just think about it? I’m thinking a little more clearly now. I just ... I want to tell you how sorry I am, even if you want to scream at me, that’s fine. I just want to talk it out with you. Okay? You deserve to hear the truth. If you’re there, just please pick up ... I guess you’re gone out. I’ll try back in a couple of days if I don’t hear from you. Bye.”

I deleted the first and last message and replayed the second to copy down the contact number.

I decided to get dressed and call them before going into the office. I changed into one of the three suits I own. This one was charcoal gray and I added a red power tie. I wasn’t dressed quite as well as Mr. Porter, advertising executive, but I was dressed like I was going to an important meeting.

I called back about the IT services and took a few notes about their needs. I made arrangements to visit tomorrow to look through the office and assess what it would take to get them up and running.

Then I was out the door. I had a Dodge Charger that I used most of the time. Riding the bike in winter was suicide and I preferred not to ride in storms if I could help it. I pulled into the parking lot just as Brandon was getting out of his car. He waited for me and arched an eyebrow as I got out.

“Funeral or wedding?” he asked jokingly.

“Well, you may die of jealousy when the girls see me like this,” I told him with a smirk. “I’m going to meet Lisa’s ex for lunch again and I want to give him a slightly different picture of me.”

He shook his head. “I think you’re playing with fire, but there’s nothing illegal to what you’re doing so far. Are you worried that he’s gonna find out?”

“I think when we’re done with our fun, we’re going to meet for lunch and make a production of his daughter calling me Daddy and him by name.” I opened the door for him and he shook his head.

“Leave your bail money with Crystal and I’ll send her down when the arrests happen,” he told me, exasperated by the fight he was sure I was going to get into, but he had a smile on his face. It was slightly better than biker justice.

For her part, Crystal was impressed with the suit. “You clean up nice, Mr. Landry,” she teased as she straightened my tie. Then her smile faltered and she leaned toward me, sniffing. “Well don’t YOU smell nice. You smell like more of a lady than I do. Kitchen. Now. I’ll get the girls.”

So I spent the next twenty minutes explaining that I’d spent the night with Lisa last night and all the fun we had.

“I think she’s anxious to meet you,” I told Olivia. “She was kind of interested in me crawling under your desk and asked what I was going to do.”

Olivia arched an eyebrow at that. “Should I be worried?” she asked.

“I guess that depends,” I said carefully.

“On what?”

“On whether you’re interested in being reinforcements or competition,” I smirked at her.

“Competition? No. Reinforcements? I’ll have to meet her and find out if we get along,” she said, uncertain whether I was serious.

When we were about to go back to work, she touched my arm, getting me to hang back for a private chat. She suddenly didn’t look quite as confident as she normally did. She actually looked uncertain. “Are you sure that me flirting with you isn’t going to cause friction? I don’t want to mess things up for you. You’ve been so down lately that I was seriously going to take you home if it kept up much longer. I don’t want to see you go back into that funk.”

I smiled and took her hand before I looked to make sure we weren’t overheard. “I told her that you flashed me on purpose when things were at their worst with Jennifer. Crystal let me know yesterday. I told her I was very grateful, both at the time and now that I know you did it just to give me something to smile about. It’s hard to be depressed when a beautiful woman shows you her pussy.” She blushed and looked down. I lifted her chin with a finger. “I also asked Crystal to make sure you knew not to stop doing it. You might just find me willing to check more than the computer. When I talked to Lisa about it, she told me she hadn’t eaten a pussy since high school. If you’re into girls, I think you’ll be interested in Lisa and probably Kelsey. They’re nearly identical. It’s like twins except one has blonde hair and one has dark hair.”

She looked a little intrigued by that. “Do you have pictures?” she asked.

I nodded and dug my phone out, scrolling past the pictures from this morning and last night to look for one I’d taken at Christmas. I showed her and her eyes widened. “Oh, they look adorable!” she breathed. “That was this year?”

“Four months ago,” I confirmed.

She called the girls over and they all gushed at the look of the girls. When we were all splitting up, Olivia bit her lip and nodded at me. “If they don’t hate me,” she added the proviso.

“They’ll eat you up,” I told her with a lewd grin, the double meaning clear to her. I leaned in to whisper, “Lisa’s out of practice on eating pussy, but Kelsey’s sharp as a tack.”

That made her eyes widen and she was squirming in her seat the rest of the morning, casting glances at me as I did my regular back-up of the files. I had a storage array specifically for this and another portable that I stored at home. It was only ever in the building when I was doing the backup, so today I looked particularly corporate between the suit and the briefcase.

By 11:30, I was done (with) the backup and I tapped on Brandon’s door. “I’m gonna be taking a meeting with a new client tomorrow,” I told him. “If they’re looking for IT services, I may have to scale back on some of my office time. It won’t affect productivity at all. You’ll just see a little less of me around the office most likely.”

“Well, now that you’ve got a girlfriend, I don’t think Olivia’s computer will need quite so much maintenance,” he told me with a chuckle.

“You knew?” I was surprised.

“After the second time I caught her deleting parts of Windows, I figured it out,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “If you hadn’t been so preoccupied, you would have noticed that too.”

“You could have clued me in, you know,” I pointed out. “I could have just taken her home at the end of the day and increased productivity long ago.” I shook my head and laughed.

He shrugged. “I’m a lawyer, not an efficiency consultant,” he said in his own defense. “Besides, I’m not allowed to get involved with the girls, so why should I make it easy for you?”

We both laughed and I told him I was running a virus sweep and it was going to take a little while. “I’m gonna take a couple of hours for a meeting with Lisa’s ex and then I have to take off before three to pick up Kelsey. I’m seriously starting to get into the parent thing. Picking up the kids, meeting the in-laws.”

“Her ex is hardly an in-law,” he said dryly.

“Sure, he is. He’s my douche-in-law.” We both laughed at that.

“Alright. You don’t need to let me know when you’re coming and going, you know. You keep the network humming along with no issues and we haven’t had a security breach on our files since we opened our doors. You set this up this way because you didn’t want to sit at a desk all day. If Olivia had her way, you’d spend half your days sitting under hers, but try to keep that to a minimum. I need her focused on the work and not the help. Now get out of here and go invent reasons for me to bill you as your lawyer.”

We both laughed and I stopped by all the girls’ desks to kiss their cheeks before I left. I actually got to Mallory’s just before Ryan did and he looked me over, surprised.

“Decided to see how the other half lives?” he asked with a grin. “You should hang onto this look. You look good. I’ll bet you get a lot more attention from the ladies like that than when you put on jeans.”

I shrugged and the bar looked pretty full so we took a booth to talk over lunch. Today I ordered fish and chips and he ordered a burger.

When the waitress left with our food and drink orders, I finally answered him. “It’s all a matter of what kind of girl you want to get attention from,” I said lightly.

“Speaking of which, how’d last night go?” he asked eagerly.

I smiled inwardly. “My girls are too much,” I said. “I call them Cream and Sugar. Cream is the mom and Sugar is my baby-girl. Last night, Cream tells me that she wants me to lay down pipe so the girls she works with know for sure that I dislocated one of her hips. It’s like she’s out recruiting for me. You know how it is. One girl in the office starts getting nailed like she hired a whole construction crew and the rest of the office wants to know who her contractor is and if he can remodel HER basement and put in a new back door.”

He chuckled like it was old news to him. From what I’d seen and heard, he was the only person to ever brag about his performance. “Yeah, happens all the time. The smart girls keep the information to themselves though.”

“Not MY girls. I go to pick up Sugar at school and she meets me with three other hot girls and she has THEM calling me Daddy, like they want to sit in my lap and tell them a bedtime story before I tuck them in. Damned if they don’t start grinding on me like it’s dollar days at the strip club outside town where you can get a little something extra for the right tip. You know the place, right?”

He nods. “Tassels,” he confirmed. “I never see you there though. I’m usually there on Saturday nights.”

“Use your brain, man!” I chided him lightly. “I’ve got the two hottest sluts for miles. Where do you think I’m gonna be on Saturday nights? I’ll tell you where: on top of them.” We laughed about that. “What about you though. Why are you hitting a place like that? You’ve gotta be able to swing things on the weekend.”

He shrugged. “Once in a while I can make something happen, but that’s the one time that it sucks to be fucking the married women. They can call their husbands and tell them that they have a meeting or that they’re joining a book club after work or going out with the girls, but on weekends, they get the guilt and stay home with the hubby. Monday is usually my good day.”

“Yeah? So last night was wild for you too?”

“Nah. One of my office hags is on vacation and the other one has her period this week, so I’m on my own.”

I nodded. “That’s rough. You don’t have a third and fourth?” I asked.

He shook his head. “It’s hard enough to manage two without the partners getting wise.”

“I meant outside the office. I figured you probably hook up with clients sometimes, or people that work at other offices in the building. I mean, you know the type, right? Should be easy to pick a few off and you don’t have to be as careful about the work policies.”

“I never thought of it that way,” he said, like I’d just opened his eyes. “I wonder who I might be able to snag.”

“Well, what’s your usual hook?” I asked. “You just turn on the advertising charm and sell yourself?”

He shrugged. “A polished introduction and a perfect smile go a long way. Then you just strike up a few conversations, a couple of innocent lunches, an after-work drink, a few light touches on the hand and they’ll confess all the boring crap that they have waiting at home. After you listen to that for a few weeks, they’re beside themselves with how understanding your are and how they wish their husband was like that. At that point, you’ve got them trained to confide in you and spend time with you outside of work and you know you’ve got them hooked because they keep coming back. Once they start telling you that they wished their husbands were more like you, then you know they’re putting you on the same level as him and maybe a little higher. From there, it’s easy.”