Chapter 38B

Brenda and I went out and found the van that Virginia had let us borrow, and we headed out for our lunch. I took her to the same steak house I'd taken Emily to. Brenda wasn't as good of an eater as Emily had been, but she enjoyed the small filet she'd ordered. I had the big porterhouse, with extra mushrooms, a baked potato with everything on it, and some bread to dip in the steak juices. They brought some mixed vegetables in a separate little bowl, but I didn't even try those.

"How much is the Lucas Company worth, Kenny?"

"We're not selling. Right now, it's really growing fast, and with the most profitable part of it. We bought it really cheap, but it was starving for capital when we got it. We've added quite a bit to it since we got it. I don't really know, maybe a hundred and fifty million right now. Twice that much in the next two years though, maybe a little more. My Dad is talking about having a hundred thousand vending machines before he's done. A year ago he was talking about needing six thousand machines over three years. Now, we're adding about eight hundred new machines a month, and we're falling behind with demand again."

"Did you think any more about what you're going to do about Emily?"

"I already told you, Brenda. She has to call me. You seem pretty anxious to have her with us. Could it be that you miss those things she does with you?" Brenda looked right at me and smiled. "Emily doesn't know how much you like what she does to you, does she?"

"She sees me cum, so she must know I like cumming. I don't tell her anything like that."

"No, you make it seem like you're only letting her eat you, as a favor to her. I'm surprised that she never figured out that you like it as much as she likes doing it to you."

"I don't like it that much."

"You like it enough. I saw how you were with Joyce. How come you never did that for Emily?"

"I'd never done it when we first started. I did some things with Claudia when I was younger, but not that. I told Emily I wouldn't do her, and she didn't insist. When I went back to that school, a lot of girls were doing it, and, If I wanted to have them lick me, I had to lick them. It wasn't that big of a deal after I did it a few times. I usually don't like doing that too much, but it's different when you were there, doing me too. It wasn't like just doing lesbian stuff, so it didn't seem so important, what I was doing to Joyce, just a part of what we were doing."

"If I did let Emily join our group, you'd have to eat her too."

"I know that. I already told her that you'd make me do it to her too."

"Do you want me to make you do it to her the same way I made you do it to Joyce?"

"Yes, just the same way. Would it be okay if I acted like I didn't want to? If she sees that it doesn't bother me now, she's just going to be mad that I didn't do it to her before."

"Can you tell me why you didn't eat her, after you got back from that school?"

"I'm not sure. I think it was because I knew she really hoped I would. As long as I didn't, she'd still keep hoping, and that seemed like it would be better for me."

"You kept her waiting, just because you thought it might be better for you?"

"It wasn't like I was desperate to lick her. If I'd wanted to do that, I would have. The only times I ever wanted to do that to a girl, was when I got really super hot, like yesterday. After you left Joyce and me alone yesterday, and she started licking the cum out of me, that just made me really hot. I was thinking about the cum you put in her, when we were going home. that's why I started fooling around with her."

"Did you tell her you like to have your ass licked, so she'd do that to you next time?"

"I was just thinking about it because of what I'd done to her. I thought I should tell her I don't like people putting things in me back there. I don't mind being licked though."

"Tell me the truth. Do you think my plan is going to work out well for all of us?"

"I've been thinking about that. I think it works out best for Joyce. She gets the most out of it. If your mother really makes you marry her, then she'll really get the most. What happens to me when you get married?"

"Why does anything have to happen? Joyce has already told me that I can have other girls if I want them. I think there will be people who decide to leave. Probably you and Emily will both decide to leave. If you left on good terms, that would be okay. This isn't about owning anyone, it's about developing and keeping relationships that work. When I say work though, I mostly mean for me. The girls need to be able to find a way to be happy being with me, in the way I'm offering to them. That way might change, but it always needs to be a way that makes me happy, or at least keeps me from being unhappy."

"You mean we can leave for awhile, and do other things?"

"Sure. You're always free to leave the group."

"What about coming back?"

"There's the rub, because I'm planning on a group of a certain size, me, and three girls. Like right now, you're the prettiest, and the one that makes my dick the hardest. Joyce is the one that makes the most sense for me, the one I can work with the best, and who would take the best care of me."

"What about Emily?"

"I don't know. She's the one that I love the most, romantically speaking. I'm not even sure why that is, but I accept that it is. I think she'd be the one most likely to want to leave, if she ever joined us. Having you and Joyce with me would make her leaving easier to take."

"I don't see where that leaves me. You love Emily, and you plan on marrying Joyce. Does that mean you just want to fuck me?"

"No. I want to do that, of course, but I also want to see if we can find a way to be good to and for each other. Like that cooking thing, or playing tennis together. There's also the fact that having you with me will make it a lot easier for me to attract other girls if I ever need them."

"You used to love me. A big part of why I agreed to do this, was because I hoped you would love me again."

"Brenda, what is love to you? Really. When we were kids, and you talked about what you wanted, there was never anything about being loved. It was always the house you would live in, the cars you'd drive, or the shopping you'd do. That kind of love is still very possible with me. I have a whole bank full of that kind of love to spend on you, while you're with me."

"To give to me, or to let me use?"

"I guess that depends on how permanent the love you give to me is. You can move into my house right now, if your parents will let you. I'm very willing to support you. My love is just as permanent as yours is. You don't see Joyce asking these kinds of questions."

"She never grew up expecting things like I have. Same thing with Emily. She doesn't care that much, but I do."

"That's a good thing, because that means that you'll be easier for me to satisfy. We'll live in a nice big house, and you won't even have to clean it. We'll even hire an assistant cook for you, to clean up after you when you're cooking."

"What about if I decide I do want to have children?"

"I think we can manage that. If you have my children though, you have to be willing to really be their mother. I'm not hiring somebody to raise my children."

"I didn't say I was ready yet. I was just asking."

"What about if I get old, and my looks leave?"

"I guess you better make sure that I really care about you for some other things besides your looks. These are the same things every other couple faces, Brenda. Most relationships fail. We need to find a way so that ours doesn't fail. We both have to work on keeping each other satisfied, and happy to be with the other."

"What happens if Joyce and I get into a big fight, or Emily and I? Suppose we get to where we can't stand being around each other?"

"I guess one of you would need to leave then."

"Which one of us though?"

"Whichever one of you couldn't stand it the most, I guess. You're going to find troubler with this plan if you keep looking for it. You should concentrate on what we each could do to make it better. There are already enough things that could go wrong."

"Would you be able to love me at all?"

"I already do, Brenda. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't let you near me again. I love you in a way that makes me want to help good things happen for you. I want to see you happy, but I'm more interested in making sure you don't make me unhappy. Part of that is not doing things to make you unhappy, not if I can help it."

"How are you going to make Emily happy?

"Lots of ways. I'm going to let you continue treating her mean, because she likes when you do that. I'm going to see if I can get Joyce to do the same with her, to see if she likes that too. I think my mistake before was in letting her think I was going to do what she told me to. I treated her too nice before. That isn't what she wanted. The best sex for her is when I'm taking it from her, making her helpless. I'm going to do more of that with her too. Most of the time, I'll treat her like normal, but I'll also need to make sure she knows which one of us is the boss."

"I can't see Joyce being mean to her."

"You don't know Joyce that well then. Joyce can be pretty mean if she wants to be, and she's a lot stronger than she looks. When she gets determined, Emily better not try to resist her. If I tell her to, Joyce will treat Emily worse than you or I would ever treat her."

"I find that impossible to believe, not little Joyce."

"You just keep thinking that then. You'll find out how wrong you are, soon enough. Joyce isn't that big, and she isn't very pretty, and you and Emily both had big head starts on her. Look where she is now, and look where you and Emily are. If you keep underestimating her, she'll make you regret it."

"Are we all going to live in your uncle's house? Will we all have our own rooms, or how will we do that?"

"My Uncle's house is my house. If Emily joins us, we'll probably move there for the summer at least. I think we'll have more problems with Emily's parents than with yours. Joyce and I, we can come and go as we please. If Emily doesn't join us, you can move in with me. My bed's big enough to hold all three of us. The only good thing about Uncle Bunny's house is that you'd have your own kitchen."

"Emily's all ready to join us right now. All you'd need to do is call her and invite her over to your uncle's house."

"I told you why I can't do that. Emily isn't like you or Joyce. She needs to be handled differently. You need to start thinking about those differences, because not everyone wants the same things you do. Emily isn't really hoping I'll call her. At the very most, she's hoping I'll tell you it's okay if she comes over. I'm not even going to do that much though. If she wants to talk to me, she can call me."

"Suppose she decides not to call you?"

"Then you're going to have to be satisfied with just Joyce and me eating your pussy, until Bea gets here. I think she must have gotten in touch with my Aunt Clara by now. I'll call over there tonight, to see if she'll give me Bea's number, or at least her address."

We got back to the company before two o'clock. I gave Virginia the keys to the van back, and she told me her dad needed to see me. I was pretty sure it was about the junk over on the side of the building.

"Hi, Rob. Virginia said you wanted to see me? This is Brenda, my girlfriend." Brenda and I were invited into Rob's office.

"Gary came to see me about the storage area. You don't really want to sell most of that stuff we keep out there. We use it for replacement parts, and most of it, you could never replace."

"Which replacement parts, Rob? Most of that stuff has been sitting outside for years. At least it looks like it has."

"We can't get enough for it to make it worthwhile to sell it. Some of those trucks are forty years old, they're antiques some of them."

"Is there anything out there that has sentimental value for you Rob? Id there is, you're welcome to keep it. All you have to do is cart it off before the scrap guys come to bid for it."

"I gave Gary the number for a friend of mine. He's been trying to buy this stuff for years. He'll probably make all the money back, in the first three months, selling spare parts back to us."

"How much do you suppose he'll offer us for all of it?"

"I don't know exactly. Maybe three thousand, maybe less now. that isn't the point. Now, when something needs a little part, we'll have to either wait for it to get here, or use some substitute that wasn't built for that particular machine. You're throwing away a valuable resource."

"Did Virginia explain that problem she's having? And the even bigger problem she's expecting?"

"She did, but you can't be thinking of expanding on the building. It would cost too much, and it would take too long. I'm not sure they'd even allow us to add on out there."

"I wasn't planning to ask them. I'm thinking of buying a bunch of used tractor trailers, and using them for temporary storage, over along the side of the building. Maybe we can store the loaded delivery vans there instead, and just load the trailers every night, and then pull them forward from the loading bays to park, then load some more trailers too. We can park them until morning, then run them over to the railroad for loading. Any way we do it, all Virginia's storage problems will be solved for at least awhile."

"That might work. Still, I'll bet you'll end up wishing you'd left that machinery right there where I put it."

"I'll do some checking with the mechanics before I move anything. I'll find out what they need from down there."

I already knew, just from looking at the rust and the weather damage, that little, if any, usable parts were out there. I wondered how much of that was just Rob's natural pack rat mentality at work. When i went down and spoke with some of the oven and processing machinery mechanics, none of them could recall going through that junk pile in search of any parts.

As far as Rob's concern about them needing to wait for needed spare parts, they already had a room off the shop that was filled up with spares, and cannibalized working pieces, taken from discarded machinery. Two mechanics complained that half the spare parts being stored were from obsolete machines, and were no longer needed as spares by the company.

I went in for a quick word with Virginia, explaining my plan to her. She was really grinning widely, by the time I was finished, and she promised me she would follow up with Gary about getting all that junk moved off of the property as soon as possible. I told her I'd locate the trailers for her, and see about having them delivered. The company already owned several tractors that could be used to drop off and pick up the trailers.

"That should work well, Kenny. It's a miracle that you could get Dad to agree to throwing anything away."

"He didn't have any choice. We own that junk now. Speaking of junk, two of the maintenance guys told me that the spare parts area if half full of obsolete spares. We should take care of that so there's enough room to store things we really might need someday."

"I'll see to it. Did you see anything else while you were looking around?"

"There are a lot of boats and campers parked over near the front. Is that all our stuff?"

"Dad lets his friends store their boats and campers there. Some of the employees store things there too. A few cars and a couple of boats."