Chapter 199: I Smoothly Invite Chloe to Climb Onto My Cock

Monday, May 9, 2005 (Continued)

Chloe had been looking increasingly unhappy all through my conversation with Diana, so as soon as Diana was out of earshot I turned to Chloe and said, "I hope you were listening carefully, because most of that was for your benefit."

"It was?" asked a surprised Chloe.

"Of course. Wasn't that obvious? Julia and I have spent ages talking to you, and you just don't seem to get it. I thought your listening to my talking to someone else might give you a different perspective, and make it easier for you to understand. I hope I didn't spend all that time and effort for nothing? Let's get in the car and talk on the way."

Carol looked concerned. I guessed that I might not like her friend, so I gave her a wink and a smile, hopefully reassuring her that everything was fine.

While we were all getting in the car, I had an excellent idea for a way of motivating Chloe. I was very proud of it, because it was such a complete contrast for how I used to behave. I remembered my very first phone conversation with Ava, when I'd asked her permission to show her letter and photos to Julia. Ava had gotten upset, and I'd gotten totally pathetic in my useless attempts to cheer her up. Julia had grabbed the phone off me and had asked Ava, "Do you want to be his girlfriend?" Julia had dangled the bait Ava wanted rather than flounder around with wishy-washy platitudes.

Julia was sitting in the front seat, so I could easily give her a wink when I started saying, "While I remember, Julia, I got a new checkbook from the bank at lunchtime today. As soon as I've finished with Chloe this afternoon, I'll be writing out the million dollar checks for my and your parents." Donna and Chloe were both startled. Carol not so much, but probably because she'd learned about it already, or maybe just assumed I was tricking Chloe. I added, "Please keep that to yourself everyone, because I want to see the look of surprise on the four parents' faces when I hand them their checks."

Julia, playing along, said, "I'm looking forward to seeing that too."

Chloe couldn't hold back any longer, "You're giving away TWO MILLION DOLLARS!"

"Sure. Giving a million to Mom and Dad isn't really giving it away, because they're family. Mom will probably spend most of that buying my food anyway, haha. And I'll give a million to the Williamses because Julia is my main girlfriend. I think it's important to show them my appreciation. Besides it's only a million dollars, so it's not a big deal."

Chloe produced a kind of strangled sound, as she tried to talk with paralyzed vocal chords and a brain that'd shut down in shock.

I 'explained' (hehe), "Chloe, it took me a couple of days to get used to what I was doing, but after that I was earning two million per day. If I run out of money, I'll just go back to work for a few days. Giving Julia and her family a million dollars is something I can replace in half a day. It's hardly a big deal."

"OH MY GOD! You can do that! You can earn millions of dollars a day?"

"Sure. It's pretty hard work - much harder than schoolwork - but why wouldn't I be able to? And this was just my first business idea, so if I bothered to think about it I could probably think of something even better. But I can't be bothered. I'm only fifteen, so I don't need much. A million each for my parents and my main girlfriend's family. I'll spend three million or so on a new house. The trip to LA and probably a new car. I can't think of much else that I want."

"Urggle," from Chloe.

Julia added, "You need some more clothes, Mark. Don't forget that."

"Thanks for reminding me, Julia. And a couple of hundred dollars for new clothes."

"{Raspberry}," from my beloved main girlfriend.

Donna was also getting very excited at the idea that I had an infinite supply of money, and she started listing item after item that we needed to buy. Twelve-year old girls have some weird ideas for how to spend money. Donna's excitement went through the roof when she realized, "We can buy EVERYTHING!" I'd correct her slight misapprehension later, as she was very usefully helping Chloe get worked up, not that Chloe needed much help.

Chloe had her own list of things I should spend my unlimited supply of money on. Sometimes as amusing as Donna's, but to her credit Chloe did include, "You could give fortunes to dozens of charities!" and then spoiled my impression by following it with, "You could build an incredible concert venue, and hire the best bands in the world to play in it."

I let her run on for a bit, until I had to set her right, "Chloe, why on Earth would I want to own every clothing store in town? The only reason I did this was because Julia suggested a couple of weeks ago that I look into buying a house. It was worth taking a few days off school to make her happy - she is my main girlfriend, after all - so that's what I did. Once I was doing it, I thought I might as well stick at it until the end of Friday, but $6.5 million is actually more than I need now. I have no intention of doing any more work for the moment. I'm back at school now, and that's where I'll be staying."

"But you could be RICH! Super, super rich. The richest man in America even!"

"Sure, but why? I have all the money I need now to buy everything I want. If I want any more money in the future, I'll get it then. I'm not going to work hard now to earn money I've got no use for. That'd be silly."

Chloe kept it up until we got to my house. My attitude was impossible for her to grasp. It was quite funny listening to her silly arguments. There were only two that are worth mentioning:

Her first was, "If you earned more, you could give millions to charity. That'd be wonderful."

I answered, "You're right. I think I might do that sometime. Probably over summer when I'm not so busy with my studies. I'll dedicate a day to a charity, and give whatever I earn that day to that charity."

"What, keep none of it?"

"It's for CHARITY, Chloe. And I have plenty of money for myself already." That wasn't the result that Chloe had been hoping for.

Chloe's second noteworthy point was, "You could give a lot of money away to all your friends. Or just your girlfriends."

"That wouldn't be a good idea. Then I'd never know whether girls like me for me, or for my money. Julia and her family will get the most, because Julia's my main girlfriend and her family have been very good to me from before I was rich. Ava's family are getting some too..."

"AVA TOO! Another million for her?"

"Not a million, because she's my number two girlfriend and I haven't known her or her family as long. But certainly something for her. Quite a lot less though, because it would make people behave strangely if I threw too much money around. By the time I get down to girlfriends like Alexis - who I like quite a lot, because of her honesty and wonderful attitude to sex - I'll just take her on this trip and maybe buy her a new pair of black jeans, because she probably needs another pair, haha. I'm definitely not going to be giving away much money, and even then, just to a few people I liked before they knew I was rich."

"Like me! Remember I told you I loved you ages ago, and I showed you my breasts, and everything."

We arrived at my home at this point (Donna's and Chloe's lists of what they could spend my money on had been very long). I walked my sisters inside so I could make sure they knew what reality was. I told them, "Prof and I are NOT going to earn any more money. That crap I told Chloe about $2 million per day was a lie to motivate her to start listening to Julia and me." Donna was very disappointed. I also got them to promise not to tell Mom or Dad anything about me giving them any money.

Back in the car, on the way to Julia's, I resumed, "Chloe, I do remember that you said you loved me, and I do seem to remember something about you showing me your breasts, but you should remember that Alexis is my lover and you've seen how well she and I get on, but as I told you before, she's only getting this trip and a new pair of jeans. You're not even my lover, let alone my girlfriend, so you won't be even getting this trip unless you do a lot better by Tuesday evening. This trip is an overnight trip and we're staying in a hotel, so it's just for my lovers. And for Carol too, because Julia and Ava are her lovers. If you'd been my main girlfriend already, you and your family would've gotten a million dollars, but you wouldn't do what Julia and I asked."

Julia's quiet chuckle was lost under Chloe's groan, then, "But I didn't know!"

"Sure you did. I've heard Julia tell you and all the other girls over and over again how the sky's the limit for anything I set out to do. When Julia suggested a couple of weeks ago that I look into buying a house, I'm sure Julia expected me to make a few million dollars for it. I overachieve at school and college, I overachieve at sports, at sex, and even at fighting. I overachieve at EVERYTHING, and you knew that. It was your fault that you didn't think about me overachieving at making money. I even know why you made that mistake. Do you want me to tell you, Chloe?"

Not really, no, but she couldn't resist. Chloe fatalistically asked, "Why?"

"If you'd listened to Julia and me when we first started talking to you, and had immediately done what we wanted - like Diana was doing a few minutes ago - then you'd be getting a big check this evening." That wasn't my point, but I hadn't been able to resist rubbing it in. "The reason you didn't think about me enough, is because every time we talked to you, the ONLY thing you could think about was how much you didn't want any boys to see your breasts. You're so fixated on your breasts that you're making bad decisions over and over again. You decided to treat me suspiciously in the bowling alley's parking lot rather than be friendly, you decided not to do what we wanted the next Monday, and all the many times we've asked you to do things since then. Those decisions stopped you becoming my number two girlfriend, because Ava didn't become my girlfriend until several days after the bowling date. You had several opportunities, but you blew them all because of your fixation on your breasts.

^-- "And in case you think your breasts are at fault, then that's just more of the same stupid thinking. Your breasts are NOT to blame! You have fantastic breasts, and most of the girls at school would kill to have breasts like yours. Nor can you blame other boys, because they had nothing to do with you and me getting together. The reason you're not an important girlfriend of mine comes entirely from within your head. It was your mind that was unfriendly to me in the parking lot; not your breasts. It was your mind that refused to do what we wanted; not your breasts. You accuse boys of being unable to stop thinking about them, but the truth is that you're even worse. You spend most of your life guarding your breasts from every single male, as if something terrible would happen if any boy saw any part of your chest. Carol and half the girls in our class exposed their entire top half this morning, nipples and all. Did any of them suffer from it? They laughed at the stupid boys, had some fun, then got on with their lives. You'd have to remind them about it now, because it wasn't important enough for them to keep thinking about. Even though your breasts are more attractive than any of the other girls', you would've killed yourself rather than flash your tits along with the others, which makes no sense at all. Yours are the BEST, Chloe! You should enjoy being so beautiful, rather than living in fear of it. When you learn to enjoy your wonderful breasts, then you're going to make much better decisions about the guys around you. Not missing opportunities like you did with me, and who knows how many other nice guys you've already ruined your chances with. Then you'll have a much happier and more successful life."

I'd gone way beyond what I'd originally intended to say, but I'd gotten carried away because this was a subject that was close to my heart. With those two advantages over other girls, Chloe should be having a great life. Which wouldn't only be to her benefit, but to all the guys who got pleasure from them, with me right at the top of that list, other boys not being something I was that concerned about, although it'd be nice if Chloe eventually found a good one for her husband. Even though I'd gotten overly involved in my argument, I still thought I'd done a damned convincing job.

I finally stopped my impassioned plea, letting Chloe respond. She said, "Please Mark, I just want to become your girlfriend. I love you very much, and I NEED to be your girlfriend. I've wanted to for a long time; weeks and weeks. You still want me, don't you?"

I looked at Julia, who rolled her eyes at me, out of Chloe's sight.

I said, "Of course I do, sweetie." I didn't even have the energy to joke, "You've got lovely breasts."

#1: <So she loves us - for "weeks and weeks" - but not enough to actually listen to us or think about what we say.>

#3: <I'm a strong believer in treating females equally, so how about we won't listen to her either?>

#2: <She's never said anything worth listening to, so that's a moot point. As far as I'm concerned, she's going to have to earn her place on this flight, and I really mean EARN it. She's clearly trying to take advantage of us financially, and I'm pretty sure that if we think about it hard enough, we'll be able to think of a way to take advantage of her in return.>

#1: <She could do our English homework!>

#2: <Now you're thinking! And just to make sure she understands her role in our life, let's fuck her while she's doing it.>

#3: <Let's not tell her how much effort she's going to have to make until after our first screw. After all this crap, I want to make sure we get at least one fuck from her.>

#2: <You can say that again.>

Julia asked, "Have you finished, Mark?"

I held back what I wanted to say. I rolled my eyes back at Julia, and with forced politeness said, "Yes thank you."

Julia turned further around to talk with Chloe, "Chloe, is your mother at home?"

"Of course. Oh you're right! I need to call her. Mark's being... , umm. I'd better call her now. Can I borrow your phone please, Julia?"

"Sure." Julia handed it over.

#2: <Anyone want to bet she'll tell her mother than she's about to give her virginity to a boy?>

#1: <You're going to have to offer some pretty good odds on that one. I'm a little curious why Chloe's mother is "of course" at home. I thought most mothers worked?>

#2: <Ask her when she's off the phone.>

I listened unashamedly, as I'd decided not to have any shame about how I dealt with Chloe from now on. Chloe said she was doing homework at Julia Williams' place. After checking with Julia, Chloe said, "I'll be home before dinner, Mom."

Consent was apparently given. Chloe hung up and handed the phone back to Julia. There'd been unsurprisingly few mentions of doomed virginities or week-long love affairs.

I asked, "Chloe, does your mom work?"

Chloe answered, "No, she's a housewife. She looks after us."

It wasn't worth pursuing, especially as we were about to arrive at Julia's. As soon as we'd left school, Julia had told me that we could use her bedroom, so I'd dropped my sisters home first - Carol had to cook dinner for the whole family as Mom was going mansion shopping with Vanessa and Julia as soon as she could - then I'd headed to Julia's. I parked outside and we walked in.

Julia said, "Give me your keys. When we get inside, you two go straight upstairs and I'll take care of everything else."

"Okay."

We walked in, Julia first, calling "Where are you guys?" loudly out, to find the bug removal crew.

I took Chloe's hand and pulled her upstairs while one of the guys called back to Julia, and she went in search of them in the back of the house somewhere.

Chloe asked, "There are guys in here?"

"Yes."

"Who are they?"

"They're just doing some work for the Williamses. Nothing that matters to us."

"But they might come into the room and see me, you know, without any clothes on."

#1: <I'm sure they'd thank her if they did.>

"There's a lock on Julia's bedroom door."

"I don't feel comfortable doing, you know, while there are guys in the house."

"I think you'll find that you need at least one guy to do 'you know'."

"I know that!..."

#3: <I wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't. What a pain in the ass she is.>

" ... I mean I don't like having OTHER guys in the house."

"Even though the room is soundproofed and has a lock?"

"I just don't feel comfortable."

"{Sigh}. Okay, I'll take you back to school so you can ride your bike home." I turned us around and started walking back down the hallway to the stairs. We'd gotten within six feet of the door to Julia's room, which was probably a record close call for Chloe's virginity.