I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 38

I could just imagine. She'd called him and laid down the law was my guess. Something like, "I want it now, not next week, and if you can get it to me yesterday it will be even better" - that's the message I thought he probably got.

"One thing I don't quite understand is the need for the winches," he said.

"Bite your tongue, George. We're making a good living on those winches, so don't fuck it up," Bill said, and then laughed.

I could tell that George was confused, hell, I was confused and I started it.

"Mr. Baugus, George, there's no need to get into the why. I caused it and there's nothing I can do to stop it now. We just have to get winches for the front bumpers and the backs of the tractors. That's all there is to it.

"I'm assuming that you can get them and install them, with Bill's help and direction, if need be. I have no doubt that you can find a way to make a profit on the deal, so let's just get our mind set on the task," I said.

I knew he was still curious, but at least he decided not to ask any more questions. He told us that mother had already ordered another truck exactly like the one we'd bought the other day. He started explaining that he couldn't justify selling it for the same price.

"We don't expect you to, George. In fact, it won't hurt my feelings if you make up some of what you should have made on the other one, and the trailer. She did order another bull rack too, didn't she?"

"Yes she did. I had to tell her that I didn't have one like that here and she explained, carefully, that whatever you bought today had better have a nice looking trailer behind it when it got to your house. She explained it very carefully," George told us.

"She can do that sometimes. Mother often has very specific requirements and she isn't shy about pointing them out. If you don't believe me, call Scott Jackson, the contractor that's working on the extension to our house.

"I'm going to let Bill fill you in later on the winch deal and everything he needs to get it done. He promised to ride herd on that for me. What I need now is a practice truck for Jacob and I, and a nice looking trailer to go with it. I don't think we'll need it before tomorrow and maybe we can even stretch it to a day or two.

"So lets look at the best tractor you have here, first thing," I said, trying to sound like I was only suggesting, but wanting to get the show on the road.

He led us right to it; I saw right away that it wouldn't do, and told him so.

"What's wrong with it? I'm not trying to talk you into it, but I need to know about its drawbacks. It's the best truck I have," he said.

"I'm sure that it's a great truck, but you have to understand that mother will be basing her opinion largely on the way it looks. This one doesn't have aluminum wheels all around and the stacks are smaller. Mother likes big stacks. You can call Fitzsimmons and ream his ass out about them if you want to. He's the one to blame for that," I said.

"The wheels are no problem and neither are the stacks. In fact, your truck has custom wheels that we had to install and its stacks are 8" - we installed them too. We can fix that overnight," he said.

"I didn't realize that. Let me take a closer look."

I walked around the truck and from the outside it was nearly the same as the one we'd already bought. The big air cleaners didn't look the same and the aluminum wasn't as shiny. I didn't mention that yet, since I assumed that if they could change the other things, they could change those too.

Inside, it wasn't as plush as my truck. The seats weren't real leather and the carpet wasn't nearly as nice. I looked into the sleeper and realized that I should have noticed from the outside that it was much smaller. I didn't think that would make any difference, but I wasn't sure. The transmission only had one stick and I hoped Mom hadn't paid any attention to that.

Bill had been looking around too and when I got down he climbed inside. He was back in just a few seconds.

"I think he can get it in shape for us, Jimmy. It shouldn't be much trouble to change out the seats and carpet, even if it takes him a few days to order more.

"Your mother probably won't be bothered if it can be put in shape later. We'll have to have the same extra gauges that are in the other truck though, but we won't be getting into them for a while," he said.

"Well, what about the air cleaners, I'm hoping they can be changed too?"

"They can be done by tomorrow too, but it will take a few days to order the same seats and carpet as your other truck," George said.

"Don't be afraid to have them shipped overnight if it will help, and if FedEx or UPS won't take items that large, let me know and I'll send after them.

"I don't mean to sound picky, but I know that I have to. The wheels and tanks on this truck just aren't as shiny as the other truck. Will you have to change the fuel tanks too?" I asked.

"Oh no, these haven't been polished out yet. We can have that by tomorrow too, if we can work everything out," he said.

My phone rang then, I asked them to excuse me and stepped away a few feet to answer it. It was Kathy, calling from school.

"Hi baby, how's your day going?" I asked.

"It's just school, same old shit," she said, and giggled.

"I'm beginning to wish I was back in school. Mom has my nose to the grindstone today; your Dad's too," I said.

"I know, I called your house first and your Mom told me you were out buying another truck or two. When are you going to get hold of Karen?" she asked.

I made sure that Bill and George weren't trying to listen, even though I was sure that they wouldn't. They were at the front of the truck and Bill was on the ground looking up at the backside of the bumper, or that's what it looked like.

"I'm waiting until I can drive the truck well enough to pick her up in it," I said.

"You'd better take me for a spin in it first you big meanie. I haven't even seen it yet," she said.

"Don't worry, you know you come first," I said.

"I don't have to come first, Jimmy, but I want a ride in the truck before you give Karen a ride on your big dick. I have to keep your priorities in line," she said, giggling again.

"I'll make sure you get a ride this weekend," I said.

"Jimmy Breslin, you don't even know what day it is, do you? This is Friday already and you've lost track of the week," she said, laughing this time.

She was right. Things had been moving so fast that I didn't realize it was Friday. I also knew that I hadn't said a thing about picking her up tonight and I hoped she wasn't mad.

"Don't panic, you need to pick me up at six-thirty and your Mom has already called mine and Kim's. We're going to sleep over with Shelly and Shelia," she told me, and was back to giggling.

I started to tell her I was sorry but she cut me off, told me she loved me, and said she had to get to class.

I walked to the front of the truck where Bill was getting back up.

"No problems for the winch on either end, Jimmy. All I know that we need to do is have you take another look outside for other things that have to be taken care of," Bill said.

"What about the sleeper, it isn't like the one we have?"

"It will be more of a problem. I'm sure it can be done if it has to, but it will require lengthening the frame or replacing it completely," George said.

"That sounds like a very big problem to me," I said.

"It would probably be better to buy a Glider Kit and then worry what to do with what you have left over later," Bill said.

"I have to ask, what's a Glider Kit?"

"Like that," George said, pointing to a truck inside the fenced in storage area in back.

Looking at it more closely, I saw that it only had wheels on the front and that the frame rails at back seemed much too long. They were propped up at the ends on fifty-five gallon oil drums and there was no sleeper at all.

"They're often used to repair wrecked trucks or to update shabby tractors. They don't have an engine, transmission or rear axles. We just remove those from the old truck and install them in the Glider," George said.

I thought I understood what he was saying but I'll admit I couldn't figure out why you would want to do that. If it was a common thing though, I could see a loophole for us.

"So, after the new truck comes in, you could get a Glider Kit and change things around so we'd end up with three trucks exactly alike?" I asked.

"It's possible, but if you need three trucks to be alike, it would be cheaper to just order another new one and sell the one you don't want. Especially since you'd only be saving the rear axles from this truck by doing that. It has a different engine and transmission than your others," George said.

I'd forgotten about the transmission and hadn't even asked about the engine, and buying a practice truck, then selling it later had never entered my mind. That's probably because I couldn't remember us ever selling anything. I knew for a fact that we still owned every limo we'd had since I was old enough to remember. They were stored in a garage somewhere in town.

Another light shined for me then. If we were going to build a bunch of barns anyway, we could move all those old limos into one of them. There were a lot of cars stored too, since Dad got a new one every year. I'd have to ask Francis how many cars and limos we had scattered around in downtown Atlanta.

Right now I needed to get this truck thing settled.

"I think we've gone over everything that had me worried, but what about the transmission? This one isn't the same," I said.

"It doesn't have to be. You and Jacob need to learn how to use more than one type. If it's a problem for your mother's approval, it can be changed too, but I don't think that it needs to be. Let's try to slip this by her," Bill said.

"She might let it go, but I'm pretty sure it won't be because it slipped by her. She's a lot more observant than you'd think. We'll try it though.

"Now, George, what are we going to do about a trailer? I've already found out that mother doesn't approve of trucks driving around without one."

"She mentioned that to me too. I only have one nice new trailer here, Jimmy. It's top of the line but it's a reefer," he said.

"What's a reefer?" I asked.

"It's a refrigerated trailer. Made to haul loads that need to be kept cold or frozen. They can haul normal freight too; anything that can go in a dry van can go in a reefer also," Bill said, explaining.

George led us over to it then, it was on the other side of the lot. I liked it at once, but it was a sickly, to me, green.

There was a big tall white box like attachment on the front and I assumed it took care of the cooling. It had big letters in its chrome trim that said "Thermo King."

"It can't be that color. Can you have it repainted?" I asked.

"Yes, but not by tomorrow morning," George said.

"We have more time than I'd realized. It was Kathy that called and I didn't even know today was Friday. I hate to ask, but do you think you could have it done early next week?"

"We're open twenty-four seven. At least the shop is. It will be the same red as the truck by late tomorrow," George said.

"Can you paint the truck too?"

"If we need to we can," he said.

"I was thinking that it would be a lot better if they were all the same red, and this one isn't the same red. It's red, but not the same red," I said.

"I'll take care of it. The other red was custom mixed but we can paint this one the same color with no problem.

"I guess we'll need to change wheels on the trailer too, since they aren't the same as the ones on your other truck," he said.

"Mother likes for things to match. She's having our neighbor's houses torn down because she doesn't think they go well with ours," I said.

"I understand. Well, no I don't exactly, but I know what I need to do now and I'm happy to do it," George said, grinning.

"Just call the bank if you will, and tell them how much to send over. If they think they need some kind of authorization, they know where to get it. I really appreciate all your help Mr. Baugus," I said.

He told me again to call him George, then we all shook hands. Bill and I got in the hummer and headed back to my house. There wouldn't be any time for truck driving this morning.

"Since I've already left the car lot for the day, I'd like to go scout up some CB radios while you're off to your Dad's office," Bill said.

"That's great, I've always wondered about those. Where do you have to go to get them?" I asked.

"You can find them in a lot of stores, but I use a guy that does custom work. He doesn't sell the normal CB," Bill said.

"Even better, Mom won't know a thing about it, but when she hears it's different and better, she'll be happy," I said.

"I thought she might. They aren't cheap but there not in the same league with other things you've been buying," he said.

"Will you need to have the bank send you a check or can it go on a credit card?" I asked.

"He'd prefer cash, in fact it's all he'll take. I'm afraid that he isn't very forthcoming with the IRS," Bill said.

"You can just call Francis and tell her what you need then. She'll have it sent out by courier. She's very efficient," I said.

"I'll do it. We might even be able to get him to install them and tune up the antennas," Bill said.

It sounded good to me and I told him so. We were back at the house and it was only eleven-thirty. Maybe I'd have time to wind down a little.

Bill started to leave to see the radio guy but I talked him into coming in for lunch. After last time, it wasn't hard.

When we walked in the house I saw Jacob coming down the stairs. He looked shell-shocked and when he saw Bill and I, he smiled and headed our way.

"Man, I'm so happy to see you're back. I've been upstairs since you left, and I've been measured everywhere, twice. I must have tried on two dozen shirts, belts and I can't remember what. I hate to tell you, but you'll be in for it next week sometime," he said, grinning like he wasn't a bit sorry to be telling me.

"I thought they were only trying to get you in shape for one trip to the office," I said.

"You should know, better than anyone, how things can snowball around here. At first, they were only going to alter the pants that you'd outgrown. Then the tailor started talking to your mother and they were measuring me for a couple of suits and a few dozen custom made shirts, for later, and then things got out of hand.

"I didn't even know there was such a thing as custom made boxers and I don't even wear underwear most of the time anyway," Jacob said.

"Why does that mean I have to go through it?" I asked.

"Because you're getting the same stuff. Your Mom decided, and that's not all," he said, grinning even more.

"What else?" I asked, but I was afraid.

"Did you know I was getting an office down there too?" he asked.

"Mom mentioned it this morning," I said.

"You could have warned me."

"I didn't have time, you were already upstairs," I told him, as the doorbell rang.

I answered the door and it was Marsha with Jacob's emergency briefcase. I figured I could get him back for his "You're gonna get it next week" dig, even if I didn't learn what I'd be in for.

I took her over to meet Jacob and get him lined out with the briefcase routine. I could see that he was feeling skittish, but Marsha has big titties and her top was cut low enough for Jacob to see a good bit of them. Maybe he could get some comfort from the view.

When Bill and I headed to the kitchen, she was bending and stooping while explaining about the pen and putting the Rolex on his wrist, and giving him even better views of her assets.

We had sandwiches for lunch today, but they were good. I scarfed down three of them before Marsha finished with Jacob and the briefcase. I asked her to join us when she came to say she was leaving.

"I have my lunch back at the office, Jimmy, but I need to talk to you in your Dad's study if you're through eating," she said.

I was, so we went to the study and she asked me to lock the door. It seemed a little strange but I did. As I turned around she was right there and she pressed herself against me, kissing my startled mouth.

What's a young man to do? I sucked on her tongue when she pushed it between my lips and in a few seconds, sensing that this might take a moment, I let my hands take hold of her lovely round ass. It felt like the prime one I'd expected.

When she seemed to approve of my hands on her ass, by pressing to me more firmly and pushing herself against my now hard dick, I started working her short skirt up toward her waist. It wasn't long before I had hold of her naked, pantiless ass, and was enjoying myself to the max.

She turned up the heat a little and I thought, what the hell? We were locked in the study, and with the door closed no one would come in here anyway. I took a good grip on her ass and lifted. She responded by raising her legs and wrapping them around my waist, so I carried her over to Dad's big couch and set her bare cheeks down, sitting beside her.

We'd had to break the kiss to get seated but she was back into it in a flash. Her skirt was up around her waist and her titties were pressed to my chest. At first I didn't know what to feel next.

I put my right hand on her knee and started sliding it up the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs more widely and I took that move as an all systems go. I let my left hand give a titty a gentle squeeze and then started on her blouse's buttons.

"God, I was hoping to get a few kisses, I didn't have any idea I could hit the jackpot," Marsha said, almost purring.

"I hope you don't want to stop."

"Not after the way Julian's been bragging about you," she said, humping her wetness against my hand, now that I'd reached it.

"Would you rather have a little of the treatment I gave her?"

"Not if you think we have time for the real thing. I like a good licking as much as anyone, but I'm in the mood for a high hard one, please," she said, reaching down to play with mine.

It sent a shiver through me when she squeezed it gently through my jeans a few times. Then she released it and started fumbling with my zipper.

I had her blouse open by now and she hadn't bothered with a bra. She didn't need one. Her titties were big and round but they were still way ahead of gravity's trials. I pinched a nipple lightly and then gave it a little twist.

"Oh, that's good, but this is better," she said, as she reached into my open zipper and took hold of my meat.

I'd been toying with her lips and now I pushed a finger up her. She bucked her hips toward it and sighed. I wasn't sure about Marsha, but I was ready to fuck. I pumped her for a minute or so with the finger and then slipped both hands off their playgrounds to see about getting some clothes off.

It was simple. When I started tugging at her skirt, she raised her sweet ass to give me room, and shucked her jacket and blouse while I was at it. She was buck naked in seconds and working on my shirt as I admired her body. Her blonde bush was sparse and tidy, and her hips were generous without being too broad.

Her titties were amazingly round and firm, and her large nipples were so pink they were nearly red. They poked up proudly and begged for suction. I got rid of my shirt and when she'd undone my pants I stepped out of them. Marsha was on her hands and knees on the couch then, wagging her firm round ass at me, and I could see her pussy peaking out from between the backs of her thighs.

"Do me dog style, Jimmy, please."

I was behind her, rubbing my dickhead up and down her slit in a second. She was wet and hot, and she'd been begging for it. I pushed it up her and we both sighed loudly. She had a firm grip around me, but I was still able to push it all the way up with one thrust.

"Uh, oh God."

I pumped out and back in and then took hold of the tops of her hips, like handles, pulling her to me. I went in even further this time and couldn't believe how good it felt. My dickhead barely kissed her cervix and she let out a big sigh when it did.

It was all grunts, groans and moans for a few minutes then, but as I kept bumping her cervix, I began to think about giving her the treatment. I couldn't think really clearly, but the more I fucked, the more I wanted to keep her. Finally I knew I couldn't resist.

When I felt Marsha tensing and trembling, I went for it, pushing my dick firmly to her cervix and moving my right hand around to wiggle her clitty. I had a perfect position and I gave her bud the full treatment, leaning over her back and vibrating my fingers on either side of it.

Marsha screamed loudly when she went off, and her insides went wild around me. I was worked up, since it was my first time with her, and from thinking about what I was doing I blew a massive wad, something that didn't happen every time I did this. I was expecting her to pass out, but she didn't.

"Oh Jesus," she said, as she crumpled to the couch with me collapsing onto her back, still way up in her.

I was surprised that she didn't succumb, but I was panting too hard and enjoying the feeling in my balls too much to really think about it. We caught our breath and I managed to get off her back and beside her. Kissing her again and then looking into her blue eyes.

"Where did you learn to do that, Jimmy?" she asked.

"To fuck?" I asked her, hoping that's what she was talking about.

"Don't try to be cute, you're already cute enough. Where did you learn that particular method of fucking?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Marsha," I said, lying and trying to seem innocent.

"Yes you do, and I know it. You were expecting me to faint and stay fainted, for twenty or thirty minutes," she said, and I must have given myself away with a look or grimace or something.

"No need to try hiding it, I can see it in your eyes now. You knew exactly what you were doing and I know it too. I just want to know where you learned it.

"You'd be lying here with an unconscious woman, waiting for her to open her eyes and be completely in love with you if your Dad hadn't already done it to me. You did it so good it nearly worked anyway, I sure wanted it to at the time," she said, then kissed me hotly and took hold of my dick to give it a little fondling.

"You did?"

"Sure I did, but I couldn't let it. The only way I can let someone else do it to me is if your Dad tells me to. Believe me, I wouldn't mind being one of your love slaves, just like I don't mind being one of your Dad's. It's really wonderful for me," she said.

"Now I really don't understand," I said, telling her the truth this time.

"Tell me where you learned that. I know your Dad intends to teach you but I'm sure he hasn't yet. He wants you to take care of the new receptionist as soon as he can clue you in. He says that he just can't handle any more women, especially while he's trying to get this big deal sorted out.

"The rest of us have been telling Sherylyn about you and we have her practically dripping all day, every day. She didn't believe us for a while, since she knows you're so young. But we told her about Gail and Kathleen, who used to be at the office, and are now living in your house. Then Francis gave her a blow by blow of the plane ride to Dallas, and I think she's convinced you're the man for her.

"She knows Gail somehow, they aren't close, but she does know her. So tell me how you learned this?" she asked again.

"I learned it on my own, by accident really. On the first night I was with Barbara it simply happened, pretty much the way we did it just now."

"I nearly pissed my pants when she didn't come back after a minute or two and after twenty minutes, I went to get Holly and Jenny. I was about to panic," I told her.

My dick was back up and hard by now and I wanted to fuck her again. In fact I wanted to try the technique another time. I moved a leg between hers and she had them spread wide in a second.

"Oh good, tell me the rest while you do it again. In fact, try to do that to me again; it might be even better than really getting it. It's really close anyway," she said.

She needn't have asked for it, because I wanted to try again. I don't know what it was that made me want to so bad, but it was there.

"Don't worry about what your Dad might think. He's already told us to give you all the pussy we could get you to take. I think he was planning on letting you do Julian when he told you how, to make sure that you could do it right.

She's going to be green with envy, even though I can't let you turn me. She was looking forward to being yours, for a while at least. Your Dad was thinking you'd want him to take her back after you did it to all your girls," she said, pushing it up to me harder now.

I couldn't help it, I laughed, even though we were at it hammer and tongs. I could tell it surprised her.

"Every woman in this house has already been done," I said, and she shivered at the thought.

"Even your mother?"

"She was the second one. When I told her about Barbara, and after they had a little talk, she demanded that I try it on her. I did the rest of them in the next day or two, even April, May, June, Kamakeata and Tolishanea," I told her.

"You mean you even did Jacob's mother and aunt?" she asked.

I explained about Kathy and Kim then, including Kim's jealousy. She stiffened a little when I revealed that I'd told Jacob how to fix everything, but she got over it as I pumped us both to another great come. It didn't work on her this time either but I thought it might have come closer. I asked her about it.

"I don't know why you can't do it to me and why I can't let you. I guess it's all part of what it does to us. I do know that you're able to do it and that I could let you if your Dad specifically told me to, and I know I'd be just as much yours as any of the others if he did. Maybe he can explain it. Someone taught him to do it and it's only been a couple of weeks ago, while he was on one of his trips," she said.

"I'd really like to lay here on you and fuck you all afternoon. I wish we didn't have that damned closing," I told her.

"It sounds good to me too, but we have to be there and time is getting a little short. Cheer up; when I tell your Dad, he'll probably want you to do Sherylyn after it's over. I'm sure she'll be panting for it if Gail comes down there with you. I think she's a little jealous of Gail, though she's never come out and said it.

I believe she's wishing she could be out here at your beck and call like Gail is," Marsha said, and then giggled, which did wonderful things to my dick; it was still lounging where I'd left it.

"I don't understand that either," I said.

"What's to understand? You're handsome and really built; plus, you're richer than Midas. You're Dad's getting you richer all the time. Hell, I wish I were out here. Not bad though, I love your Dad and I like being at the office, but it would be nice to live out here with everyone around in the harem, waiting for our master to give us a tumble.

"We'd better get up and make ourselves presentable. Your Mom is going to wonder what I'm doing to her baby in here, and we have to get to that closing," she said.

"I'm sure my Mom knows exactly what we're in here doing, even more so than you'd think. I'll bet she asks me if I gave you the treatment as soon as we're alone. I don't know what she's going to say about Dad knowing how to do it. She wanted to raise hell with me for teaching Jacob," I said.

"Wanted to raise hell?"

"Yes, I had to spank her over it and then fuck her good. I don't think I'll have time to get to Sherylyn today either. Mom has plans for Tiffany and Jennifer, she's close to them you know," I told her.