Chapter 17

Grant rolled off the bed. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt. No need to get dressed up. Knowing that the expensive suit he’d gotten was not just tailored to him but dry clean, he put the pants and jacket into the wardrobe that already had some of his clothes in it. Yes, he’d invited Mia over for dinner so they could talk about the company. If, however, there was any hope of her joining their little family like he hoped, she might as well get used to seeing his big fat cock. If she didn’t join them, at least she’d know why he had so many women in his life.

He also needed to talk to Tiffany about what Abi had mentioned, all of them getting married to each other, living this polyamorist lifestyle as a polyamory marriage. His life had sure changed in a week’s time. This time last week, he’d been sure he was going to end up the last Virgin on earth. Now he had a house full of women, all who wanted to fuck him senseless several times a day.

Grant needed a distraction and went up to his old room. Thankfully, Becky had been wise enough to realize that his desk and computer set up were off limits to anyone else. The first thing he did was check the company’s financial account. The automatic transfer from his online money friends account into his newly secured bank account was more than double what it had been earlier that morning. It was his first full day of having the simple button on his ClickTalk app and he’d already made almost half a million dollars. Surely it would have to slow down some time soon. Yet each day more people and businesses were adding ClickTalk accounts to their social media presence.

He closed out that account window and opened one to order some new top of the line gear for working. If he was going to make a go of ClickTalk and G.L. Creations LLC, then he needed something better than an old used server and a cheap computer. He started with the computer, going online and custom ordering a top of the line computer setup with Multiple Monitors. He purchased the coding software he’d always wanted and then he added a pen and drawing pad and the top of the line graphic design software suite he’d also always wanted to learn.

He saw that they also had an online training software he could order for both the coding software and the graphic design suite, and he added it as well. He entered his temporary debit card and paid for the purchases.

Next, he went to another site. This one was the company that had the best expandable server towers racks and blades on the market today. He bought a rack and several blades. He also bought two top of the line towers that the rack and blades could be connected to creating his own miniature server farm. That would allow for ClickTalk to expand how Mia had suggested and still give him plenty of storage and operating speed and power for adding other games and apps.

They would use one tower only as an internal server for those working for the company. An intranet, as it were. The external tower or the one connected to the internet would be separate and the only link would be through the set up Grant had ordered for himself. Once he got to know his soon to be hired team of graphic designers and coders, he’d give access as he felt comfortable. He’d also need to add a couple of different internet connection modems and routers. One dedicated to the ClickTalk and working app server, another for employees to use. A third just for himself. He’d call his cable access company tomorrow and talk about getting those setup next door quickly.

Once done, he logged off, feeling like he had made some progress. He had a couple of personal things to take care of computer wise and he’d try to do that later this afternoon, but right now this whole Polyamorous/Polyamory relationship thing was heavy on his mind. He really needed to talk to Tiffany and see if she was feeling the same way as Abi and Fiona. If so, he would need to make some serious changes in their lives again.

He went downstairs onto the main floor and followed the sounds of his ‘women’ chatting and laughing. He entered the living room and saw Tiffany and Fiona sitting on either side of Abi on the couch, each dressed in their downstairs uniform. Becky was still naked, sitting in one of the stuffed straight-backed chairs, still wearing only the three alligator clamps. Grant noticed that the woman’s nipples and clit had changed color and he thought they might have miscalculated the need for blood flow to those parts. He didn’t want to damage her, so he walked over to her.

“Becky, I’m going to have to remove the clamps. I don’t think it’s safe to leave them on any longer. When I remove them, the pain is going to be excruciating and it will probably make you cum on the spot. Because of that, I’m giving you permission to cum when I remove them. The game is supposed to be fun and yet give you what you need. Not impossible for you to survive. So I’m going to amend the Submarine rule in that if something looks dangerous after a while you can inform us and that won’t be a true Submarine.”

Becky’s eyes began to tear up as she nodded. “Thank you Grant.”

Grant smiled at her. “You should have said something when they went numb.”

She nodded. “I know, but I didn’t want to wait twenty-four hours for my collar.”

“You won’t not because of this.” Grant looked at Tiffany. “Get me a towel please. I want to put it under Becky before we remove these clamps. I’d rather not soak mom’s fake Queen Anne chair.”

Tiffany came back with a black garbage bag and two towels and the first aid kit from the bathroom. “Stand up Mrs. Long.”

Becky stood, and Tiffany put down the garbage bag and then the two towels. “Better to be safe than sorry later.”

Grant nodded. “Good thinking. Also, a good idea on the first aid kit. Help me get this off her. You take her right nipple, I’ll take the left and her clit. I think it would be better to remove them all at once and I don’t want to jerk them off this time. I think we left them on too long for that.”

“How do you want to do this?”

Grant looked at Tiffany. “I’ll count to three, then we open them. Watch out for her to cum a bucket load. Pink Cherry told us that wasn’t uncommon.”

“Okay, ready when you are.”

Grant grabbed the two clamps he was going to remove and noticed Tiffany did the same with hers. “Okay, here we go. One. Two. Three.”

He opened the clamps, as did Tiffany. Becky sat for a second as color seeped back into her nipples and then she screamed As the pain hit and her pussy pulsed with the overwhelming rush of both the pain and pleasure. She soaked the towels under her and then collapsed into the chair as she fainted from the intense mix of pain and pleasure and the most intense orgasm she’d had in years.

Grant picked up Becky and Tiffany, took the towels and bag off the chair she went and got a washcloth and another towel and cleaned up the older woman. Grant sat her back in the chair and snapped an Ammonia Ampoule and waved it under her nose, waking her up. “Wow, that was a big one.”

“And the last one until after we collar you, do you understand Becky?”

She nodded “Yes Sir.”

He smiled and helped her stand again, holding on as she got her feet under. “Good Girl.” Grant looked at his sister next. “Can you go downstairs and grab the outfit in the Pink Cherry bag? It’s Becky’s downstairs uniform. She may dress for now. Take her with you and help her get ready for the rest of the evening.”

Fiona smiled at him. “Of course, Grant, that’s part of taking care of our family. By the way, I ordered dinner from the Mediterranean Garden. They will deliver it around five thirty. I got enough for ten. A fresh salad and some Greek style pasta and seafood dish I’d never heard of and baklava for dessert. I thought Mia might enjoy something from home. Well where I assumed was her home. With that accent and coloring I figured she might be from Italy or Greece of some small Mediterranean country we’ve never heard of.”

Grant laughed. “That’s fine. I love that you think anything served at an American restaurant will be authentic to another country.”

Fiona huffed. “It’s Mediterranean, Grant.”

“It’s Mediterranean style, Fiona. It isn’t an actual meal you would get on any Greek island. Why enough for ten people?”

Fiona shrugged her shoulders. “In this house nowadays, who knows how many will be here at dinner. Better too much than not enough.”

He nodded. “Good point.”

Fiona helped Becky downstairs. “Hey maybe let her rest a little while she’s down there she looks pretty wiped.”

Fiona nodded, and the two of them slowly made their way down to the new bedroom.

Grant turned to Abi. “I need to talk to Tiffany so I’m going to take her out on the new bike if that’s alright with you?”

Abi smiled and Grant knew she realized exactly what He was about to do. “That’s fine Fiona and I are going to take Mom and go shopping. Is it okay if I get some of the money in your backpack for us to spend? We are going back to Pink Cherry’s. She’s holding a few things for me.”

Grant frowned. “We just left there recently, and her granddaughter is supposed to be here sometime soon.”

“Cheri will not come until after five, that gives me an hour and a half. I preordered what we were going to get. It’s your fault. Well part of it anyway.”

Grant raised his eyebrow. “My fault?”

“Yes, you said that we all needed more outfits to wear downstairs. So we all got on Cherry’s website and picked out some things. She had several in stock and the others will be shipped to us here in the next two days. Plus, I want to get new locks for the girls. Considering our earlier talk, I want locks that don’t humiliate anyone or make things so obvious.”