Chapter 4: Planning The Third Closing

Monday July 14 to Wednesday July 30

Conceiving and writing a story titled “Finished Contract” was a joint effort by Samantha and David Barnes, as they looked for common ground. The story laid out the third contract closing between the two firms. It continued the tradition of having sex as part of the closing, with a celebration that expanded what the two had done previously. Sam proposed using both lawyers and geeks in the sex party that evolved. Since both firms made sex routine in the workplace, the joint party seemed an obvious step forward.

After the second closing, when Samantha made her comments about CEOs in fucking closings, and the benefits of more participants, David outlined his memories of the 5 Japanese closing/consummation ceremonies he went to as a young lawyer. He also wrote up “the Barnes method” he used more recently with other (male) CEOs. He gave the notes to Sam, to try and show that what he was doing had a cultural basis and was, in that sense, legitimate. Her words had stung and he wanted to validate himself.

Meanwhile, Sam had already moved on, she found a story on an internet porn site involving a fictional Japanese contract consummation. She made some changes, then challenged David to revise it along using his own recollections and thoughts into something less “penis-centric” that might actually be used for all participants to enjoy. Sam’s specific objective was to put Rose in a group setting. She told David, “We are talking about something with a group that might include your loving daughter, who looks up to you.” Well, that really went to the heart of the matter. Over a couple of weeks in the middle of July David rose to the challenge.

David found it very pleasant to take time, sometimes 5 minutes, sometimes more like 30 minutes at a shot, merging the erotic fiction Sam had sent with his own self-validating ideas into something that could actually happen. Essentially it was the two-on-one closing like last time, but instead of a private meeting Sam and David shared sex with Rose before employee witnesses as a prelude to a “corporate bonding” with a consensual gang-bang.

The two began collaborating using the nom de plume of “Willow Code.” Once most of the ideas were roughed out, David found it very fulfilling to flesh out the collection of ideas into the first draft of of a story entitled “Finished Contract.” He sent it to Sam who revised it. The two passed the work back and forth until David and Sam both agreed it reflected a useful shared vision for the meeting, where Rose could enjoy more than one guy to the extent she wanted.

Once the two had agreed on a contract, and also had agreement on a closing, they started to pick a group to enjoy it with. This was a change from the first two closings, where Sam had called most of the shots.

The draft removed the “pleasure victim” phase completely and some of the cultural/ceremonial accents from David’s past experiences. Then they talked about who to bring. That was when Sam took David for a walk and led him to Phil’s office. Phil was not in, he was at a meeting.

Sam pointed to a picture from Phil’s teen years, at least 12 years ago on the surfing circuit. Then she pointed to a younger girl in the picture. “That is Red, she is my COO, you have not seen her because she works mainly with other clients. She has volunteered to be the gang-bang girl. I know the story about Phil so I can’t help thinking, if he was at the closing we might both benefit from them seeing each other.”

David saw that they could both benefit in the future, that was part of the Japanese model. Phil would be a partner if his girl had not died suddenly, and Barnes needed more partners.

Sam explained how Red and Phil sometimes talked, they were not strangers. Red had no social life, but she did like sex, with one leg it was just hard to tear herself away from her #1 love, the computer. David said he would talk it over, indirectly with Phil and more directly with Rose and some others.

Once that was set they circulated the fictional story they wrote to the potential attendees. They had some alternates, but all the first choices, including Phil, were eager to help with the contract.

For Red and Phil, when they had a conversation, the CEOs found the pair were especially enthused about the idea of renewing their friendship without their clothes. The “group aspect” was no problem for either, “we have seen it all before around the bonfire,” they said. Sam and David both felt a little bit like they were matchmakers, and it was fun.

Friday Afternoon, July 25

Rose was lounging naked, immersed in the sheets and pillows where her father David and her adopted mother Ann had repeatedly and passionately reaffirming their love, finally parting for they daytime tasks just hours ago. In that setting, enveloped with the subtle scents held by the sheets, it was very easy for Rose to lose herself in some very erotic thoughts of her own.

Normally the three ate dinner and slept in the bed together, but last night Rose had left the couple some time alone for a romantic dinner at Blank. The dinner put them in a mood to recapture the feelings of more than two decades ago, when they were students in Madison. Both were semi-engaged to others at the time, but when they got together alone sparks flew, they shared some very intense lust during their brief encounters. After two marriages each they met again in LA. This time lust was replaced by a more mature love. Having the house to themselves for the night gave them the opportunity to reinforce the bond between them with repeated physical expression. With her reduced sex drive Ann sometimes needed extra prodding and opportunities to refresh that critical part of her love for David.

Normally nobody was shy as both women enjoyed David in bed. But last night in privacy, without Rose in the house, they caught fire emotionally and were transported. After dinner at the Blank, where the decor certainly inspired the imagination, those youthful memories from their Madison secret haunts flooded their minds. Now, combined with their mature love and in complete privacy, it all mixed together in a very special night of repeated love and lust, aged and blended together.

When Rose returned home after lunch and asked Ann about her night all her mother could do was blush brightly. Then Ann was off to a meeting. Well, if her mom didn’t want to dish about her night with their shared lover, Rose knew the answers were waiting in the bed-sheets, so she grabbed her favorite new dildo (a copy of her father), got naked, and dove in to wrap herself the special atmosphere.

It was intoxicating. After she put her toy into her body and let her imagination run free the first half hour was pretty much a blur of orgasms.

After some time enjoying her imagination while a silicone copy of her Daddy’s dick filled her pussy, Rose wanted a change, to look ahead towards the future. She grabbed the story they would use for the closing Tuesday and imagined what she would do with the opportunity provided. This included pictures and bios of the other participants. Rose expected to enjoy most of them doing private things with and inside her willing body while her Daddy, Sam and the others watched. It was very stimulating reading.

From the law firm socials, Rose knew the 3 lawyers coming (Billy, Ed and Phil). Samantha was scheduled to bring older Keith, younger Wiretop and a female named Red, who was looking forward to playing the part of everybody’s “special willing girlfriend” for the evening. Since Red was eager to have at least one round of sex with all the guys, Rose could enjoy as many or as few of the guys as she desired, without pressure. Rose and David both trusted Sam’s choices, even if they had not met them. Rose had pictures and their personal web pages to peruse. (Note: at this time Facebook and its ilk were minor plagues, limited to special elite populations, not the “anyone” time-wasting marketing juggernauts of today. Rose’s cell phone was still innocent of their electronic clutches.)

Contract Closing Celebration Attendees

Wiretop was the most surprised when he was invited. His life had been a whirlwind since that day in May when the boss troll booted him out of the crash-pad with the irreplaceable fast internet connection just because he complained about the scary hero-guy with Sam wearing gun in a shoulder holster. Well, the gun scared Wiretop and all the others in the pad, plus the guy was taking their only female geek, Samantha, from them. She was their only sexual plug-in. Wiretop lived in that warren and suffered the terrible AC because he was addicted to near unlimited bandwidth of the house’s (stolen) fast web connection.

At the time of his unceremonious exit he was the one in the house who most frequently helped himself to Samantha’s charms when she was sleeping. It was inevitable that somebody in the house would have her every night while she slept, they never asked permission and she never granted them leave, but she knew that once somebody stuck his cock in her and got his jollies she would be allowed to sleep in soggy peace, because geeks in that house didn’t do messy pussies. She sometimes got some good feelings out of the uninvited visits. So she stopped wearing panties and consigned her pussy to whatever horny geek happened to cum upon her sleeping body first. Wiretop was often the quickest male mammal in the house at finding and fucking her after she became available. Sometimes, if nobody was watching, he even slurped up some of the mess he made, it was something he was sure she liked. He was just wired that way.

He thought she didn’t actually like the uninvited fucking (she didn’t) so he was blown away when she invited him to apply for a job and then hired him, changing his life forever. Thanks to Sam and her paychecks, Wiretop now had a new car (cheap, last year’s model in an ugly color, never sold), a solid income (numbers in an account he never visited), a great place to crash (the dorm room at the office), and all the time he wanted to do what he loved doing, which was whatever computer task Sam gave him. It was like that old saying, if you love what you do then you never really work. He also lived with other people who did not mind him doing his “fuck and lick” thing.