Chapter 320

Eileen's eyes had popped open shortly after 1:00 A.M. It took only a second for her to realize why; her stomach was clamoring for attention. Surely my stomach didn't growl loudly enough to wake me. Then the feeling of hunger hit. Oh, my. I thought the business about stocking my refrigerator for a meal during the night was bordering on the ridiculous, but now I understand what Diana and the others were talking about. Coming to her feet, she hurried to get rid of the tea she had drunk, then after slipping on a robe, headed for the sitting room.

It seemed as if the microwave would take forever to warm a steak and a potato. She didn't wait for the yeast rolls, but after taking the steak and potato out, put the rolls in for twenty seconds, then cut a piece of steak and plopped it into her mouth as she stood at the bar waiting for the microwave to finish. Closing her eyes for a second as the flavor of the perfect steak hit her taste buds, she smiled as she chewed and swallowed. Arlene had tried to tell her how intense everything would be due to the enhancement. If the taste of the steak and the intensity of her orgasms were examples, life was going to be very interesting.

After downing her meal, she debated eating the second steak and potato, but finally decided she would wait for breakfast. Through with her cleaning up, she returned to bed where she briefly debated using her vibrator again. As with the second steak, she masterfully refrained, turned on her side instead and was out.

When Kathy and Jill knocked on Eileen's door the next morning, she had already dressed in casual clothes and had been waiting for almost thirty minutes, her belly empty again.

"Hungry?" the two said in unison, but not waiting for an answer, each woman grabbed one of Eileen's hands, and laughing, headed for the kitchen.

Jill remembered how hungry she had been when she was first enhanced. "You can have a snack while we're getting breakfast ready," she said with a smile as they walked.

"I ... don't want to make a pig of myself," Eileen hesitantly replied.

"You're not. Most of us tend to snack while we wait. Remember, we've been enhanced, too. Your appetite will become more normal in a few days, but Jeff and Diana tell us that we'll always eat more than the average person, and ... enjoy it more, too."

"Everything is better," Kathy added. "Sex, food, eyesight, hearing..."

Both Kathy and Jill noticed the blush Eileen suddenly sported.

"Used your vibrator, I imagine?" Kathy asked with a grin, but when she saw the look on Eileen's face, they all stopped.

"Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about," Jill broke in to say. "Bill bought us a great assortment of the very best vibrators. If he isn't there and we aren't doing anything, a few self-induced or vibrator-induced orgasms can be just the thing. And from time to time, he likes to use the toys on us. We darn sure don't mind, either," she finished with a sexy little giggle.

"And ... we share," Kathy added as she and Jill passed a look. Then turning back to Eileen, "Before you think anything about that, remember, we share a man, and even though we're not really bi, we do play with each other sometimes because our man likes to see us, so sharing a vibrator isn't a big thing."

After a moment, Kathy knew that there was something else. "We're going to be sister-wives. You can ask us anything."

Eileen hesitated before going on. "Uh, do the three of you ... I mean, does one of you sleep with Bill one night and the other the next night..." Eileen stumbled to a halt when she saw the big grins on the faces of the other two.

"Sweetie, you still have no real idea what an Alpha is. We mentioned some of this, but until you experience it yourself, it's hard to believe. We both sleep with him every night, and he makes love to both of us every night, unless something happens to interrupt that. Jeff sleeps with all his wives every night – well, if they're all here. Some of the time, Joyce is at work. Remember what we told you about touching each other as our Alpha makes love to us?" At Eileen's hesitant nod, Kathy went on, "He can make love to us that way, or just screw each of us unconscious – separately. He's an Alpha and an enhanced Alpha."

Jill squeezed Eileen's hand. "Did you notice a difference when you used your vibrator last night?"

Eileen couldn't suppress a grin. "I almost broke my neck in the shower when I touched my clit."

Both wives giggled at that, then Jill continued, "Well, imagine what will happen after Bill gets your motor running to the point you'll almost come by his just blowing on your nipples, then guess what happens when he shoves that thick cock of his up you?"

With a chuckle, Jill added. "Trouble is, you'll probably be unconscious more than you'll be awake your first night with him, but every time you wake up you'll be grinning."

The two wives looked at each other for a second, then dragged Eileen on down the hall toward the kitchen, all three women giggling like teenagers.

Breakfast preparation was similar to supper prep yesterday afternoon with the exception of the feel of the whole thing. Although Eileen had felt welcome yesterday, there was a subtle difference today. It started when she walked into the kitchen between Jill and Kathy. Diana saw her and quickly walked over. "Hi," she said, simply, before putting her arms around Eileen and giving her a real hug, not an "A-frame" one, or one from the side, but a full frontal hug with enough pressure to make the young woman feel like she really was welcome. The feel of Diana's large braless breasts pressed against Eileen's bra-covered ones brought another blush to her face, despite her best efforts to act normally.

Arlene also hugged her, but she didn't push her breasts against Eileen's chest as much. None of the others hugged her at that point, but they all gave her a warm greeting, and at some point during the day also hugged her and spent a moment to make sure she felt welcome.

Breakfast was in the dining room again, as were most meals now that there were so many people present, but this time it was served from the hot bar. In addition to the seemingly every-present steaks, the variety of foods would rival the breakfast bar from any restaurant Eileen had ever been in. Of course, she had helped prepare the meal, but with all the women present, her part had been a minor one, or at least it seemed that way to her. I'll catch on and do my share, she told herself. Jill said there weren't any servants because the Matthews didn't want their wealth to go to their heads. They surely don't act like most of the rich people I've flown in company planes. So far, I haven't met a single person here that I haven't instantly liked, and that includes Mr. Wainwright. This is almost too good to be true. Hmmm, maybe it's a dream. If that's so, I surely don't want to wake up.

As breakfast was winding down, Diana stood and tapped a spoon against her juice glass. "Okay, everyone, we've all been waiting a long time for this. Today, we begin sorting presents, wrapping any item that didn't come with a gift-wrap option, and labeling each one with the correct name of the recipient. Stating the obvious, we have to have everything ready for the trucks to roll by tomorrow night – Christmas Eve. One mistake will ruin some boy's or girl's Christmas. We will check and double check everything. So don't get upset if someone checks behind you, and someone checks behind them. We still have a few gifts that haven't gotten here yet, but I've already checked on the net this morning and they're listed as 'out for delivery' on both delivery websites."

"And if something still doesn't come?" Matt asked.

"Thought of that," Diana responded. "Frank was kind enough to have one of the helicopters on standby all day today and tomorrow. The pilot will pick up whatever we need and deliver it to us. And before anyone asks, we have a supply of generic gifts in case there are kids that arrive at any of the orphanages between now and Christmas morning. We're also in frequent contact with the managers and other personnel for all the orphanages as well as the court system. Any change, or a new child destined for an orphanage by Christmas and we'll know about it promptly. We are not going to screw up on this. Every boy and girl at any of these places is going to have the very best Christmas they have probably ever had, if money can buy it, and love can deliver it."

No one insulted Eileen by asking if she wanted to help.

"Oh, yes. One more thing," the Clan Queen said, "Lunch will be sandwich fixings on the bar. When you're done, rinse your plate, glass and anything else that needs it and put them in a dishwasher. We'll have a full supper and breakfast both days, but lunch today, and until we're ready for the orphanages, will be sandwiches. There'll be no whining," she said, looking hard at Jeff. "There are plenty of steaks, chicken and lunch meats for the sandwiches, sweet rolls and cookies, etc. We have a lot to do between now and tomorrow night and we'll have our Christmas when we know these kids have theirs in front of them. Questions or comments?"

There were a couple, and while Diana was answering them, Jill reached over, squeezed Eileen's hand and said, "Thought you were out of a job, didn't you? Zero pay, but there's plenty to do and a guaranteed good feeling when we're done."

"Uh, do they do this every year?" Eileen whispered back.

As everyone stood and the women began to clear the table, Kathy said, "Well, Bill and I have only known them for a short time, and Jill for even less. The Matthews moved here in early summer, so I think this may be the first time that they have done anything like this, at least with these orphanages; they might have done something similar at their previous home in Georgia. I do know that Joyce and Caitlin donate their entire salaries to the orphanages, and Nat, Nicki and Whitney donate large sums, too."

"I remember that Joyce is a deputy and Caitlin is a nurse, but where do the three girls work?" Eileen questioned as she stacked plates to be taken to the kitchen and dishwashers.

"They don't," Kathy replied, "they're all in school, but they're Jeff's wives and have equal access to his money. I'm sure the others give, too, but I don't know any of the details. I do know that Jeff and Diana give to a church and the community as well as to some other people, but I don't know much about that. Oh, yeah, a number of the gifts are going to be delivered to that church for the pastor and his wife to give out to kids they know, and ... come to think of it, the Matthews also have a foundation set up to help out certain people, too." Kathy leaned in closer so no one could possibly hear. "In some ways, they're somewhat frugal with their money in that they don't have Jaguars to drive and that sort of thing to flaunt their money, but, instead, they give a lot of it away."

They helped rinse the dishes, put them in washers and finish the cleaning up process. As they left the kitchen, and Kathy, Jill and Eileen started for the basement stairs, "Frugal?" Eileen repeated, making it obvious that she was looking around at the building and rich furnishings. "You can spend your money on many things other than cars."

"But remember," Jill said, "this building came as part of Jeff's payment for his invention. Have you seen diamonds hanging all over the women, or outlandishly priced coats and clothing? Oh, they have nice clothes when they want to go out, but they mostly wear jeans and casual tops, or shorts and the like around here. They wash their clothes and wear them numerous times just like anyone else, and have reasonable closets with a reasonable amount of clothing in them, not hundreds of outfits that they only wear once like some of the wealthy do. The bottom line is that they're really nice people and they share what they have, but Jeff is adamant that he won't give to the big charity organizations that spend so much of what they receive on overhead to perpetuate themselves."

"Well, I'm impressed, and have been since everyone met me in the garage. I still can't get over them getting up so early and cooking their own breakfast, though," Eileen responded.

Jill looked over with a smile. "And when we get to the basement, they'll be working and doing the same things we'll be doing."

Eileen frowned, "That in itself is utterly amazing to me. I'm used to the wealthy refusing even to touch their own luggage, let alone help me store it in the plane. Occasionally, one wouldn't pour himself a cup of coffee with the carafe five feet away. Admittedly, some of them weren't even that wealthy, from what I hear, just had a good position that required them to sometimes be in another city very quickly, so their employers rented the plane and pilots to transport them, but they seemed to enjoy treating me as if I were their personal slave."

"Won't happen here," Jill and Kathy said in unison.

Although Diana and Arlene had given Eileen a tour of the Retreat, they had not shown her through the basement. As Eileen followed Kathy and Jill down the stairs with the others, she realized that the basement had to be big, since she had heard there was a full one under this large building, but she had no practical idea of what that meant.