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Fuck Fest III

By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

Prologue:

A note from the author - just to catch y’all up with the times:
Kelly had made it a habit to visit with Rick and Julie at least 3 times a week after that last party (Read Fuck Fest II). She was quietly taking over a lot of Julie’s responsibilities. She also spent the night with Rick and Julie each time she visited. A few times, Kelly was happy to discover Ray was also there…

One night, during the second week - one where Ray was not present - Kelly was being cuddled between Rick and Julie. “You love him, don’t you?” Julie asked.

“Oh, god! Yes! And I sense that he loves me, too - but he hasn’t said so yet. Either he doesn’t realize it or he’s trying to think through an issue…”

“Are you going to leave me for him?”

“Julie! How could you even think such a thing?! Hell, no! I love you, too. I’m hoping that we can develop Ray’s and my relationship as we have yours and Rick’s…

“I’m not saying anything just yet - I want him to work out whatever issue he thinks he has on his own, and then come to me…”

Kelly then turned and gave Julie a passionate kiss - trying to cement her words in Julie’s mind - they are to be an item forever!

The following week, Ray moved in with Rick and Julie - taking the 2nd master bedroom. The existence of this bedroom was one of the reasons that Rick bought the condo - and it had been kept a secret from Kelly. The door was always closed; Kelly simply thought it was a storeroom, as there was a 3rd bedroom setup as a guest room. Ray’s lease had expired on his apartment, and he had elected not to renew it.

Rick and Julie also failed to mention to Kelly that Ray had moved in with them. Kelly was, however, beginning to look puzzled as she found Ray at the condo on each of her last four visits…

It was on this fourth visit - late that night, as Ray had a late evening class, that Ray took Kelly into the guest room, leaving the door open.

Rick and Julie were cuddling together on their bed. Within 5 minutes, they heard a loud shriek, and then, “Yes! Oh, god! Yes! Yes! Ray, you’ve made me so happy! I love you, too!”

About ten minutes later, there was another loud shriek - this one was of pure pleasure.

Rick and Julie waited for Kelly’s appearance. They didn’t have to wait long as Kelly came running into their bedroom, dragging Ray behind her.

“Rick! Julie! He told me he loves me! He asked me to move in with him - to be his SO! He said he has no problem in sharing me with you, Julie - all of this came directly from him! We didn’t have to even discuss it!” Kelly was bouncing up and down, her eyes glistening.

Rick and Julie gave Kelly congratulatory hugs as she climbed in the bed with them. Rick motioned Ray to join them, where he gave his brother a hug, saying, “It’s about time!”

Ray grinned sheepishly.

Kelly, all of a sudden, looked a bit puzzled. “Ray, where do you live?” She had never been to his place.

Ray smiled, got up and took her hand. “Come. I’ll show you.” as he led her down the hall to his room.

“Ray! Damn it! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Kelly came back to Rick and Julie’s room, using long strides. She stopped in the middle, with her feet spread wide and her fists on her hips. “Y’all did it to me again! Damn!” she exclaimed, her chin thrust forward. “What in hell am I going to do with you two?!”

“What? Who? Us?” Julie asked, giving her a sly grin.

“Kelly, if you keep standing there like that, I’m gonna come over there and fuck the living shit out of you!” came from Rick. She WAS posing in a very provocative manner.

Kelly just stood there and stared at him, daring him.

Rick smiled, got up, went to her and picked her up - kicking and squealing, throwing her on the bed. He climbed between her legs, and, while smiling down at her, he entered gently, lubricating his rock hard cock. Julie gave her a passionate kiss while Rick began to give her the pounding of her life.

Kelly began whimpering, then moaning - the moans were increasing in volume, until she finally arched her back, driving Rick even deeper within, and climaxed violently, completely soaking his cock. Rick collapsed on top of her, having sent his wad deep into her love tunnel.

When they separated, Julie cleaned Rick’s cock while Ray cleaned Kelly’s sweet, young pussy. “Thanks, guys,” she said. “I love you, too,” with a smile.

The four of them fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The following day, the four of them worked together to convince Kelly’s parents to allow her to move in with Ray.

It was Kelly’s idea to build a cottage behind the party house for the servers to move into after Julie and Kelly witnessed a distracted Rick wanting to do something to both protect the house and give something to the girls.

It was about six weeks later that we join our story, as told from Kelly’s point of view:

Chapter I

Hi! I’m Kelly! I just had my sixteenth birthday last week. Ray (my significant other (SO)), Julie (my other SO), Rick (Julie’s other SO), and my parents celebrated together - in my favorite way: sex all around (Y’all will need to read the entire Fuck Fest series to understand the relationships!)! Ray had also bought me a small, used sports car - a cute MGB - yellow, with a black top.

It was a Monday morning, with about three weeks left in the summer break. Ray had just left for work (with a smile on his face!); he also had some classes that afternoon. I was puttering around the kitchen, cleaning our breakfast dishes when Rick and Julie sauntered in - arms around each other.

“Good morning, guys!” I greeted them. “Ready for some breakfast?”

“Not for me - I’ve already eaten,” smiled Julie, with a wink at Rick. “I’ll just have coffee and juice.”

“Thanks, Kelly,” Rick responded. “Some scrambled eggs and sausage, please.”

Rick poured coffee for both himself and Julie while I prepared his breakfast. It wasn’t long before I put the plate down in front of him - he devoured it quicker than it took me to fix it!

I sat down with them after I had cleared and rinsed his plate and utensils. I had placed a glass of juice in front of Julie; and I had one in front of me.

“Kelly,” Rick began, “As you know, there’s only three full weeks left before school starts for you. I took the opportunity to book a cruise for Julie and me - it’s short, only 5 days. We leave next Monday morning, we’ll return to port in San Diego Friday evening. However, we won’t fly home until Saturday night - we elected to stay the night and visit the zoo.”

“That’s great! Both of you deserve a break - some R&R!

“Please don’t worry about either Ray or me - we’ll be alright.”

“Thanks. I knew that you would understand, and I am not in the least worried about the two of you - you have proven your trust and we know how responsible you are.

“There is one thing, though. I purposely did not schedule any parties for next week - but there is one that is a standing request. The host and hostess usually book their parties a year in advance, hosting one every two months. I couldn’t - didn’t have the heart to - cancel them. You have worked with them before - in fact, you may be already preparing for their party.”

“Yes, I am aware of their plans - they are nice people, easy to work with. They will be well taken care of.”

Rick smiled. “I didn’t have a doubt!

“Another heads up, though, Kelly. When we return, Julie and I will be looking to purchase another house and convert it into a second party house. Since your arrival, you have released Julie from a lot of her responsibilities and our ‘hobby’ has been taking off with the increased detail that is given to the parties - Julie is now able to ensure that the house is in tip-top condition - scheduling cleanups and service - and you have proven yourself to be very good in ensuring that the food and beverage is adequate.

“I’m starting to feel spread kinda thin with my own duties…”

I smiled. “I understand, Rick. I’ve been noticing that, also. Obtaining a second party house would probably do you in - something that neither Julie nor I want to see happen.

“As you know, I go to your office three times a week, in the mornings, to collect mail and take care of odds and ends. I do the bulk of my work here at home. You and Julie pop in at the office at irregular times. It occurred to me that a business should be manned during normal office hours - 9 to 5 (Hmm - isn’t that the title of a porn movie?).

“Why don’t we hire a receptionist? That would free quite a bit of time for me, allowing me to assume some more of Julie’s duties, which would free her for the added responsibility of a second house, and, in turn, freeing you to return to your normal duties. A receptionist would also help you manage your appointments…

“I think a receptionist would put more ‘fun’ into what we do!”

Rick chuckled. “That’s exactly what Julie and I have been discussing! I swear, you’re still in high school - are you sure you don’t have a MBA tucked in your resume somewhere?”

The three of us laughed together. “I think that that is the reason your hobby is taking off so well - we each think of each other!” I responded.

“I need to dress - to go to the office. While there, I’ll draft an employment ad for your approval - place it with the newspaper tomorrow, for publishing - Wednesday through Sunday - I think those five days will pull some very good candidates out of the woodwork…”

“An excellent plan - I like your scheduling, too.”

“Julie,” I started, “Would you mind cleaning the rest of the kitchen?”

“Not at all, Sweetheart. You have been busy this morning - and very helpful, too.”

* * * * *

I opened the office a little later than I usually do, but in time to watch a gorgeous young lady - about 22 or 23, walking down the balcony corridor and turning right to go down the hallway (our office is on a corner, 2nd story - it faces a courtyard, while the rear looks down on the parking lot). Her hair was shiny brown, with red highlights, and rolled into a soft bun behind her head. She was wearing a mini-skirt with a loose-fitting, low-cut blouse - designed to let someone see by leaning just a bit. Her 4” spikes accentuated her perfectly shaped long legs - especially the calves. She obviously took great care of herself. She apparently was looking for a particular business and had never been in this office building before.

I entered the back office - Rick’s office - to see where she went. She stopped in front of a business across and just down the hall from us. She took a deep breath, which briefly tightened her blouse against a well-shaped bust, and then entered.

I sat at Rick’s desk and sorted the mail - I wanted to keep an eye out for that young lady. She wasn’t in the business three minutes before she exited, almost slamming the door behind her. Her face was grim - apparently, things did not go well.

I quickly got up and almost ran to our door, where I waited. I timed her arrival perfectly, exiting the office and almost bumping her.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t see you coming!” as I hooked a foot on a lower rail of the balcony and stretched out my leg. I, too, was wearing my customary mini-skirt, with a tube top. And, as usual, I wore nothing else underneath.

She stopped as she admired my leg, breaking into a smile. “No, it was my fault,” she said. “I was trucking a bit faster than normal.”

Anyone in the offices across from ours, and anyone in the courtyard below us, would have had a very good view of my very wet, shaved pussy. At this point, I didn’t care…

I returned her smile as I straightened up. “Please come in - relax a bit. You seem a bit uptight. I’ll get you a water…”

“Thanks! I’ll take you up on that offer - I do need to calm down before I drive home…”

I went to the refrigerator as I gestured toward a comfy chair for her to sit in. As I handed her her water, she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to rise a bit higher. She smiled as she caught me looking…

“Tell me,” I started. “What got you so upset?”

“That piss-ant! He calls me and schedules an interview - I’m looking for a job - and then creams his pants when I sit and cross my legs! He then blames me for his own inadequacy! I mean, can you believe it?!”

“Hell - you’re one gorgeous lady - I’d cream my pants, too - if I were wearing any!”

She turned her head sharply, looking me in the eye. I was still standing beside her chair, resting a hand just behind her head. She smiled as she slowly ran her fingers up the inside of my thigh. Her eyes widened when she discovered that, indeed, I have nothing else on. She gasps as she withdraws her hand - it was completely soaked.

“I should do something about that…”

“I agree,” I said, as I walked to the door, closing and locking it.

I led her into Rick’s office, where I drew the blinds looking out on the hallway - I left the blinds open on the window that looked out on the back parking lot - no one could see into the office from that direction.

I approached her - she wrapped me up in a passionate kiss, tongue wrestling as I unbuttoned her blouse. Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing a bra - I immediately began to circle her nipples with my fingers, kissing her throat and chest on my way down. As I engulfed one nipple with my mouth, she grabbed the back of my head, emitting a low moan. That nipple responded quickly - growing about a quarter of an inch and going rock hard.

As I turned my attention to her other nipple, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down. I discovered that she had a skimpy thong on. It wasn’t skimpy enough for me!

As the thong was already wet, I removed it. Her moans grew even more insistent. The nipple I was working on grew just as fast and hard as the first one did.

I stood up and sat her down on the couch. I then stepped back and gave her a bit of a show as I stripped. It wasn’t a long show, as I only had on two articles of clothing. But the show was effective - her pussy hair - which was manicured, by the way - was glistening with her juices.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, spreading her legs a bit. I smiled up at her. “It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.

She grabbed the back of my head and gently moved me down to her nectar region. “Please! I need you!”

I complied - exploring her love canal with my quickly flickering tongue. She was responding, gently thrusting her pussy at my face.

She went completely wild when my tongue found her clit and coaxed it out of its hiding place. When I encircled her clit, she thrust her pussy at my face so hard that I thought she was trying to force my head into herself! She climaxed violently as I gently suckled her clit - she was so sweet!

As she rested, I laid my head on one of her thighs and gently massaged her pussy. She was breathing heavy, face flushed. I did want her to calm down a bit.

It was at this point that I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned toward it. “Rick!” I exclaimed. “When did you arrive? And where is Julie?”

“Julie dropped me off - she said she had some errands to do. I think she’s gonna be pissed, once she finds out what she missed.” He smiled at the young lady on the couch, attempting to relax her. “You are gorgeous!” he exclaimed.

“I arrived a while ago - long enough to enjoy the show! I know what you were doing, but what are you doing?” he directed at me.

I laughed. “Conducting an interview. Rick, meet -“

“What IS your name?” as I turned toward the young lady.

“Faith,” she replied.

Rick was chuckling as he figured out very closely how this ‘interview’ began.

“And what is your recommendation?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s a keeper. Definitely a keeper!” I responded.

Rick was laughing. “Faith,” he began, “it appears that you have passed the first phase of our interview process. Are you ready for the second - and final phase?”

“Oh, god! Yes!”

Both Faith and Rick got up, with Rick approaching her.

“Please,” she said, “allow me…”

Smiling sweetly at Rick, she started to slowly remove his shirt - suckling his nipples as they were revealed. She moved down to his navel, keeping his hands and arms behind him as she held his shirt in place behind his back.

Continuing to work his navel, she dropped his shirt and began to unbuckle his pants. She gasped when Rick’s pants hit the floor, causing his large, and rock hard cock to hit her just under her chin.

“Oh, my fucking god!” she exclaimed, as she grabbed his cock with both hands and gently lowered her head, as if in prayer.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, as she gently licked a bit of pre-cum from the tip. “Mmmmmmmm!” she said, as she looked up at him, smiling. “I want to taste - please cum in my mouth…”

He nodded as he gently guided her onto his shaft - he didn’t want to choke or hurt her. She was able to take half of his large cock right away, working to three-quarters within a few minutes.

“Faith,” he said. She immediately pulled back, to where the head of his cock was barely in her mouth. He exploded, quickly filling her mouth - much faster than she expected. I was happy to see some leak down her chin - I quickly cleaned it up.

“Sweet!” she exclaimed, getting to her feet, but still keeping both hands on his cock, gently stroking. “I can’t wait to get you inside me!”

She sat Rick down on the couch and straddled his lap. “I’ve never ever seen a cock as big as yours - please allow me to ride you, so I can control it. I do like it hard, though - once I’m ready…”

I smiled. This girl was after my heart - we were like two peas in a pod…

After a few minutes, she settled down on his cock, burying it deep within herself. She looked down on him. “I’m ready. Are you?”

Rick smiled and nodded. They separated long enough for Faith to turn around. She supported herself by placing her hands on the back of the couch, still standing, with her legs spread wide for Rick.. She looked back and smiled at Rick as he gently entered, guiding his cock to the limit - ensuring that it was completely lubricated.

I climbed up on the back of the couch, in front of Faith and spread my legs, offering my soaking pussy to Faith. She smiled at me, and dove right in.

He gently moved back, to where he almost exited Faith’s sweet pussy. Then, suddenly, he slammed her hard, causing her to whimper. He continued this process - after a bit, Faith began to meet his thrusts with just as much enthusiasm.

She was moaning as he slowly withdrew, and whimpering as he slammed her. She climaxed, throwing her head back and squealing. She thoroughly wet Rick’s cock, engulfing it with her warm juices. This caused him to slam her one final time, grabbing her hips and forcing himself even deeper. He shot wave after wave of his cum deep into her love canal.

As they relaxed and separated, I happily cleaned Rick’s cock and Faith’s pussy.

Faith was still breathing heavily when Rick asked, “We have an open position - as a receptionist. Are you interested?”

“Fucking A,” was her response.

“Fine. You will report directly to Kelly. I hope that you won’t have a problem with that -she is 16 and attends high school.”

“No problem at all - I recognize her intelligence - among some other wonderful attributes...”

“Kelly, start her as of this morning. You are responsible for her training and in entering her information with payroll. Also, get her to fill out a stat form - we may find her invaluable with some of our own parties…”

I smiled. “Thank you, Rick. It will be my pleasure…

“I’m glad I hadn’t yet spent some time on the employment ad!”

While Rick worked in his office, I spent the rest of the afternoon explaining to Faith the nature of our business. She responded appropriately when I explained that we were in the ‘entertainment’ business, hosting and offering our property for parties with a sexual theme.

“You’re not selling sex, are you?” she asked, alarmed.

“No. What we do is rent out a house that we own and has been converted for hosting parties of this nature. No one pays for or receives payment for sex. The invitees are consenting adults - I am the occasional, and only exception - all attendees must state that they are OK with my participation when I do participate. If anyone is found to be part of the sex trade, they are immediately removed.

“In addition, to cover our own asses, we have placed in effect a referral process that is designed to weed out law enforcement. With the exception of my occasional participation, we’re not breaking the law, but why invite their curiosity? We want to maintain our member’s privacy.

“We have a database that we maintain for all members. If any have been arrested, or are arrested, for sex violations, they are immediately removed. Your employment is on condition that you pass the same background check.

“Rick is the founder and president of the national organization that we belong to. There is a tremendous amount of wealth and intellectual resources available for members.

“OK, so far?” I asked.

She smiled. “I must’ve went to the wrong office this morning - I’m glad that I found the right one.

“No objections.”

I smiled. “Welcome aboard.

“We’ll meet here tomorrow morning. I’ll show you our database and how to extract information. Then, after lunch,” I grinned slyly, “I’ll introduce you to our current party house, where you will meet the rest of our staff.”

I then went on to explain the relationship between Rick, Julie, Ray, and myself. After I was sure that she understood, I asked if she had a SO of her own.

“Not at the moment,” she replied. “I will guarantee, though, that any SO considered will pass a more stringent examination than what you provide - I’ve been hurt too many times…”

“OK. Thanks.

“Oh, and one more thing. We do have a dress code that you will need to follow.”

“Yes?”

I smiled. “Loose the thong!”

She grabbed my face, planting a kiss full on my lips. “My pleasure!” she said, after breaking off.

* * * * *

Julie was indeed PO’d when she found out about Faith from Rick and me that evening. We had described her in great detail - her willingness to please, her good looks, how she took care of herself, and her apparent efficiency (especially in recognizing an opportunity when it presents itself!).

“When do I get to meet her?” she asked, pouting.

“I’m planning on bringing her to the house tomorrow afternoon, after lunch. I want her to see the place and meet the staff. I promise to leave a bit for you…” I said, coyly.

She smiled at me and gave me a hug. “I knew you would share…”

“What about me?” asked Ray. “Am I to assume that you are saving me as a surprise?”

“She knows about you - and our relationship. But, you do have a good idea. A surprise you will be,” as I reached up to give him a kiss. “I just don’t know when - although I’m starting to figure out how…”

Chapter II

The following morning, Faith arrived right on time. We smiled and hugged before I sat her down at the reception desk - I knelt on the floor beside her.

“We have set you up as a user on this computer,” I said, as she booted. “You will be asked to enter your user name and password after it boots. Your user name is your first initial and full last name, no spaces, no upper case. You may create your own password - just remember that it will be case sensitive, and will require 12 characters of your choice - with a minimum of 2 alpha or 2 numerical characters. The minimum that you choose cannot be consecutive. For example, you cannot enter ten alpha characters, and then the number 12 - at least one alpha character must separate the 1 and the 2.

“We are very strict on protecting our members privacy. If you must leave your desk for any reason, click the upper left corner of the screen - that will cause the monitor to go black. In addition, if there is not any activity for a period of 3 minutes, the screen will go dark. In either case, the screen will come alive if you move the mouse or press a key on the keyboard - but you will need to re-enter your password to regain access.

“I know - it’s a pain in the ass, especially when you’re on the phone and need to access the database. Simply explaining to the caller that our system is protected not only pacifies the caller, it eases their concerns about their security.”

She nodded her understanding.

“OK. I’m going to go into the other office and sort the mail while you enter your user name and password.

“Rick, Julie, and I have our own access codes, so don’t worry that we won’t be able to gain access if you’re not here.

“Please come see me when you are done,” I asked of her, smiling.

Faith wasn’t a bit bashful - her legs were slightly apart, allowing me to see her glistening pussy hairs. I rose, and then bent over, removing my high heels - she got a full view of my own rear end and wet pussy. “Lock the front door before you come in…” I said.

Within a minute, Faith entered Rick’s office - breathless, and stripping as she came in. I was already naked, which caused her to gasp, saying, “Oh, god!”

An hour later, we were cuddling on the couch - each having experienced several intense orgasms. “I LOVE your definition of ‘break’,” she commented.

“Wait till you get to the lunch break…”

We dressed, and then returned to work.

I explained the database, the email system, and other files that she may need to access periodically. She would not be allowed to make changes to any of the files, including the database. I explained that all changes would need to go through Rick, Julie, or me. I explained that we have access to the database from our home office and that she may occasionally see changes made before her eyes.

I instructed her that she is to make sure the system is off before leaving the office, showed her how to work the alarm system, and gave her a key.

“Come. It’s lunchtime. Lock up - I’ll drive - I want to show you our party house and let you meet the rest of our staff. And Julie is fucking anxious to meet you…”

* * * * *

After we arrived and parked, I took Faith around the outside of the house - so that she could appreciate its size and the amount of property it sits on. I pointed to a group of gardeners working part of the way up a walking trail.

“We have a full time gardening staff of 3 - at the moment. We will probably increase to 5 when we acquire our second house.

“Come, let’s meet Juan, their lead.”

As we leisurely strolled up the path, holding hands, Faith said, “The property is beautiful - are you sure that this isn’t a park?”

I chuckled. “I’ve seen worse looking parks. For example, this trail leads to a small pond, which we keep stocked with bass and trout. By necessity, we also put in minnows and catfish - the minnows are a food source, and the catfish keep the pond clean. The pond is overlooked by a small, grassy knoll - I love to sit there and unwind while watching the fish occasionally breach.”

When we reached the group of gardeners, I approached Juan. “Juan, I would like for you to meet Faith. Faith, this is Juan, the lead.” They smiled at each other and shook hands. “Faith is our new receptionist,” I added.

“Welcome aboard, Senorita. It will be a pleasure working with you.”

“¡No, Juan - será mi placer trabajar con usted!” she smiled back.

Juan gasped, in surprise, and then smiled.

We smiled and waved as we turned to return to the house. We left 3 men watching 2 pairs of gorgeous legs and 2 fine asses - which we shook a bit just for them - leave.

When we got out of earshot, I asked, “What did you say to him?”

“Quote, ‘No, Juan - it will be my pleasure to work with you!’”

“Faith, you are proving already to be an asset - in more ways than one!” I exclaimed.

We entered the house through the front. The three servers were re-arranging the furniture in the great room, for an upcoming party.

They stopped working when they saw me and smiled their greetings. I motioned them over. “Faith, this is Isabella - Izzy for short - the lead. This fine looking specimen of the female gender is Clare. And finally, the youngest is Juanita. If you’re wondering about the similarity between Juan and Juanita - besides their names - they are brother and sister, with Juan being the oldest. Juan is very protective of his younger sis…

“Ladies, this is Faith, our new receptionist.”

They smiled and curtsied, politely.

Faith surprised the three of them, too, by giving each some personal attention with a kiss and a hug. “¡Estoy mirando adelante a ver más de cada uno de usted!”

They gasped, and then said, “¡Compartimos!”

I looked at her with curiosity. She said, “I told them that it would be my pleasure to see more of each of them. Their reply was the equivalent to ‘We share!’

“I’m not sure what they meant by that…”

I burst out laughing, causing Faith to look at me. “It’s an inside joke - Julie and I will explain it later.

“Izzy, where’s Julie?”

“She’s upstairs, making sure the master bedroom and bath have adequate supplies.”

“Thanks!” I replied, grabbing Faith’s hand. ‘I couldn’t have asked for a better location!’ I thought, as we hurried up the stairs.

As we approached the master bedroom, I slowed down. “Faith, I have an unusual feeling that this is going to be special. She knows that you are coming, but not quite when. You know that she is one of my SO’s - but I feel a hum in the air. I can’t put my finger on the cause…

“Are you OK with this?”

“I, too, feel a strange sensation - but I think it is a good sensation! I’m already wet…” she replied.

As per the house custom, we had stripped when we entered. The only exception to this rule is when someone is expected that has not been indoctrinated into our culture - contractors, city, county or state officials, etc.

We smiled at each other, and, with both of us filled with confidence, we grabbed hands, swinging them, and entered the master bedroom. We found Julie on her knees, checking the night stands.

“Julie, my love!” I exclaimed as we entered.

“Kelly!” she responded, as she rose. “And you must be Fai-“

She stopped in mid-word, and stared. Faith also had stopped in her tracks, returning the same stare.

Slowly, Julie approached Faith. “May I?” she asked. Faith nodded her head. I didn’t have a clue as to what permission Julie was asking.

Julie put both of her hands on Faith’s head, pulling back her hair. They stared at each other. I stared at both of them. All of a sudden, I put my hand to my mouth - if you remove the hairstyle and color, they both had nearly the same features!

I then took notice of their bodies - beautiful long legs, leading to exquisite asses and beautiful pussies (although manicured differently!), same type of torso - and god knows - same shape breasts, with same areolas and nipples. Faith was a smidgen shorter than Julie.

If you put a red wig on Faith, she’d be a double for Julie. On the other hand, if you put a brunette wig on Julie, she could pass for Faith!

“We need to sit and talk,” Julie said.

Faith nodded understanding - as if the two of them had known each other for years and had held countless hours of these types of talks.

“We look alike. How old are you?” asked Julie.

“21.”

“I’m 27. Your mother’s name?”

The name she gave matched Julie’s mother’s name. However, the father’s name was different.

“OK, let’s dig a bit deeper.”

Julie started. “My parents divorced when I was almost four. I don’t remember my mother, but my father has told me a lot, showed me pictures. My mom re-married when I was around five. I don’t know to whom or the circumstances. But, just after my 21st birthday, I found my father in his study crying.

“’Your mother was killed in an auto accident yesterday. She was hit by a drunken driver,’” was his explanation.

“Both of my parents were killed in an auto accident, caused by a drunken driver. That was six years ago,” was Faith’s response.

“OK. You’re 21. Six years ago, you were 15. Six years ago, I was 21.”

Julie said, “There’s just too much coincidence. My father is still alive - living in an assisted living home. I’ll bet that he may be able to shed some light on this.”

The three of us piled into Julie’s Mustang. Julie asked me to drive - she wanted to spend time with Faith.

On the way, Julie called Rick and asked him to meet us at her dad’s place. “I think that this may be important, Rick - although, at this time, I can’t say why…”

“OK, I’m on my way,” was his response.

Rick pulled into the parking lot just after us - we parked together. “Hon, just what is it that you are feeling?” he asked.

“I - I think that Faith and I just might be related,” she responded, with her eyes glistening.

“I see. Well, I don’t see a problem with that - either way it may go. Let’s go and see if we can settle it…ease your mind.”

Julie’s father was well aware of Rick and myself - and the relationship we shared with Julie. In fact, he approved of the situation as he knew that Julie was finally happy. He greeted us with enthusiasm when we rang his doorbell. “Julie! Rick! Kelly! Damn, it’s good to see you - “ he began, stopping suddenly when he saw the fourth member of our party.

“My god!” he said, after giving a good look to her.

“Yes, Dad - she’s the reason we’re here. There’s too much coincidence: we look alike, our features are the same, our mother’s name is the same, my mother and both of her parents died the same way - and, basically, at the same time.

“Dad, can you…”

“Julie, come in - all of you, and sit down.” He took Faith’s hands into his and looked deeply into her eyes. She didn’t feel intimidated or any fear - in fact, she was quite comfortable.

He sighed. “Julie come sit with me,” as he sat Faith down on one side of him, indicating the other side to Julie.

“Julie, 21 years ago, your mother gave birth to a baby girl. This was after our divorce and well after her second marriage - we were friendly and on speaking terms.

“I held this baby in my arms in the hospital. I felt her being then - I feel her presence now. Although I was not the father, it was I who named her: Faith.”

Both Julie and Faith gasped, bringing their hands to their mouths. Rick and I grabbed each other’s hands. Julie and Faith looked at each other, unconsciously slipping an arm around each other. Tears formed, then they both hugged Julie’s dad.

“My name is Faith,” said Faith. “My mother spoke to me of her first marriage and husband - she never spoke a cross word about him. His name was Sam…”

“Yes, Faith. My name is Sam. And what you just told me, I believe. My wife - your mother…” he sighed, tears welling in his eyes, “She would not have said anything cross about me. We simply fell out of love. The failure of our marriage was no one’s fault.”

“Dad, why didn’t you ever tell me…?” Julie asked.

“That was at the request of your mother.”

Faith said, “I believe that - my mother never told me about you, either, Julie.”

The three of them embraced, tears flowing. Then Julie and Faith embraced. “ Hi, Sis,” was heard from both of them.

“Kelly…” came from Julie.

I came to her. “Rick and I are both here - and we support both of you.

“Sam, why don’t you pack an overnight bag - come to our house. I’ll fix a scrumptious dinner, which would give the three of you a chance to ‘catch up.’ Spend the night with us - I’ll take you home in the morning.”

Sam gladly accepted, and packed a bag.

“And, Faith - you, too will be spending the night - although I know that you will not need to pack a bag…” I grinned.

* * * * *

When we arrived at the condo, I sat Julie, her dad, and Faith down. “Don’t worry - I’ll do the complete prep for dinner and the clean up - I want the three of you to get to know each other.” I handed Rick a glass of Merlot - he nodded his thanks.

I couldn’t hear anything clearly while I was preparing dinner, but I did hear murmurings and the occasional giggle. When I could, I glanced in the living room to find Julie and Faith sitting together, holding hands. Sam was sitting on a pillow on the floor, hugging his knees as he listened to the girls. Rick was sitting quietly, sipping his wine. I’m sure that he learned a few things about Julie that she had failed to tell him.

During dinner, we all chatted about nothing in particular. It was a pleasant and low-pressure gathering. When it was over, I accepted praise from everyone - they each came to me with a kiss and thanks. When Sam came to me I said, “Sam, you don’t have to - I wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack!” I teased.

“If I do, at least I’ll die with a smile on my face!” he teased right back, and then he planted a passionate kiss on my lips, nearly making me swoon. “Heh, heh. The old man still has it, doesn’t he?”

I grinned and put my hand on the side of his face. “I didn’t know that you had ever lost it…”

As they left the dinning room, Rick excused himself, saying that he needed to finish the work that he had skipped this afternoon. Everyone else retired to the living room, to finish their earlier discussions while I cleaned the dinning room and the kitchen.

When I finished, I brought Rick a glass of wine. He showed his appreciation by pulling me down to him and giving me a passionate kiss. At the same time, he ran his hand up my skirt, squeezing my ass cheeks. I gently massaged his bulge. “Later,” he said. I smiled and left him to his work.

I poured two more glasses of wine and brought them into the living room, giving one to Julie and one to Faith. As I knew that Sam didn’t drink - his doctor had made him give it up years ago - I handed him a bottled water.

Julie turned to me as I sat down with my bottled water. “Kelly, I can’t believe how thoughtful you are. Thank you - for everything!”

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

Julie and Faith were still holding hands, occasionally hugging each other as they revealed their lives - both sad and happy times.

“Faith,” I said, “I know that your parents moved out of town while you were still a baby - to the Midwest, I’ve learned. What brought you here?”

“I don’t really know. My intention was to go to San Francisco, get a studio apartment and look for a job. Something pulled me here, to San Jose…I think it was that same something that pulled me to your office building. That something got stronger and stronger as I got closer…

“Remember, just before I met Julie, we were in the hallway, almost stopped. You mentioned you had a feeling. Something special was to happen, you said. How did you know?”

“It must’ve been the hand of God - or Fate - that kept pushing us along,” I replied. “I’m glad for the push,” I added.

“So are we!” came from both Julie and Faith.

Sam yawned, and said, as he got up, “It’s past my bedtime, ladies.” As he headed toward the guest bedroom, he said, “Y’all go about your normal business. I might’ve been born at night, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night!” he grinned.

* * * * *

We headed down the hallway, Julie and Faith were arm-in-arm; I was trailing just behind them. “I’ll go get Rick,” I told them.

They waved at me as I passed by.

Rick was concentrating so intently on what he was doing that he didn’t notice me come in. “Rick,” I said, as I placed my hand on his shoulder. “It’s time…”

Rick, startled, looked up at me. He then smiled and shut the systems down - in record time, I might add…

We entered the bedroom to find Julie and Faith already naked - it didn’t take long before Rick and I were the same. The four of us simply cuddled.

I had called Ray while I was preparing dinner and left a message, as he didn’t answer. I knew that he had some late classes this evening, but I wanted to warn him that Sam was spending the night with us. Thus, when he arrived home, he didn’t remove his clothes - as is customary in our home.

Ray entered the bedroom, saying, “Sweetheart! I got your mess - “

He stopped mid sentence and in his tracks as he spotted Faith. He looked at her, then at Julie, then back to Faith.

“Jesus fucking Christ! You two could be sisters!

“I assume that you are Faith…”

“Yes, I am,” Faith answered. “And, yes, we are!”

“Julie…”

“Ray, neither I - nor Faith - knew before today. That is the reason my dad is here tonight. He confirmed everything.” She then went on to explain the relationship.

Meanwhile, Faith was looking between Rick and Ray. I caught the looks. “Yes,” I said. “Ray is Rick’s younger brother.”

Faith nodded. “Life is full of surprises.”

I looked at Ray. “Why do you still have your clothes on?” I asked, with one eyebrow raised.

Ray caught the obvious hint and promptly removed his clothes. Faith gasped when she saw him.

“My god! Two of them! In the same room at the same time!”

She raised her face to the ceiling, her arms wide open. “I’ve died and gone to heaven!” she exclaimed.

Rick said, “You seem to have made an impression…”

“I don’t see how - I haven’t given it to her yet…”

Rick cuffed him on the shoulder. “Wise ass.

“C’mon - let’s answer her prayer. She wants both of us - at the same time! As you were Kelly’s surprise for her, you have the ‘seat’ of honor…”

Ray smiled at Faith as he pushed her down, taking a nipple in his mouth while starting to work her sopping pussy with his fingers. She started moaning…

Julie and I were busy working each other’s pussies - with our tongues. I know I was enjoying the action, and from Julie’s reactions, she was, too.

Ten minutes later, with Ray pounding Faith’s pussy hard, and with Rick firmly in her mouth, she arched and gave out a muffled squeal. Ray grabbed her hips and slammed her one more time, driving himself deep into her love canal, spewing forth wave after wave of his cum. Rick, remembering that she liked the taste, shot his wad in her mouth.

They collapsed together. Julie and I had already wet each other’s faces, and had properly cleaned up. We were cuddling together when Faith sighed. “I’m so happy! This morning, I woke up alone - this evening, I have a family again!” Tears started to roll down her face.

Julie immediately went to hold her, to comfort her. Her eyes were also welling up with tears. “Let’s promise to never separate, to live out our lives together. Together, we can beat anything life has to throw at us…”

“I promise,” Faith said, as Julie began to kiss away her tears.

The two of them made love - as only sisters can do.

* * * * *

For the rest of the week, Faith’s training went uneventful, until early Friday afternoon.

“Well, we’ve covered everything - I think,” I said. “Are you ready for next week?”

“I’m ready!” Faith responded.

“Let’s go to the mall,” I suggested. “I’ll drive.”

I watched her as she shut down the systems and properly locked up for the weekend. Nodding my approval, we jumped in my little sports car.

Naturally, we caused some havoc on the expressway as we were both wearing our customary mini-skirts and sexy tops. I mean - shit! - a girl can’t help it; driving or sitting in a small sports car…the skirts naturally rise up a bit. Not that we didn’t mind…

Once in the mall, we each got a soda and sat on a bench in the main walkway.

“Why are we here?” Faith asked.

“I’m in the mood for some anonymous sex,” I replied, just as a young couple passed by. They appeared to be around eighteen.

Faith stared at me; the young couple looked at each other, smiled and nodded. They sat down - one on each side of us.

“Hi! My name is Anony,” said the young girl. “This is Mous. May we be of some assistance?” as she smiled.

I re-crossed my legs, slowly, so that they got a good view. “Yes, I believe that you may…

“We do have a problem, though. My car will only seat two people, and we don’t have a place to play…”

“We can go in ours - and I have the key to my best friend’s apartment. We can go there, as she won’t be home for a while - she’s working.”

I smiled at her as she placed a hand on my thigh. I noticed her ring. “That’s beautiful!” I said.

“Thanks! He popped my cherry last week, and then, when we finished, he popped the question. We ordered the ring the next day - we just picked it up.

“I don’t know what he did to me last week, but he awoke feelings and desires that I didn’t know I had. We were discussing these feelings at a quiet table in the food court. I got horny - we were on our way to address the issue…”

“Congratulations!” both of us said. “C’mon - let’s go!”

When we entered the apartment, we were peeling off our clothes as we went to the bedroom, leaving a trail behind us. The young girl settled with me, while Faith was agonizing the young man.

“I have a confession,” started Anony. “I’ve never been with a woman…”

“You’ve been with yourself, right?” I asked.

“Well, sure…”

“It’s better,” as I smiled at her.

She giggled. I then took her into my spell, kissing her full on the lips, forcing my tongue between her lips, and engaging her tongue in a bit of wrestling. I started kissing my way down - by the time I reached her breasts, she was breathing heavy, chest heaving. She gasped as I enveloped a nipple, making it grow rock hard as she put her hands behind my head, drawing me to her. I made sure that her other nipple was well aware of my presence.

Meanwhile, Faith had Mous begging. I could tell that she was pleased with herself, as she guided his head to her nectar region. He didn’t need any instruction on what to do from that point…

I worked my way to Anony’s navel, spending some time there, while I gently massaged her sopping wet pussy - she was indeed horny!

“Oh, god!” she said, as my tongue found the entrance to her love tunnel. She wrapped her legs around me, not letting me go. She was gyrating so hard - I knew that when she exploded, I would be the happy recipient of a large amount of pussy juice! I couldn’t wait!

I found her clit - she went absolutely wild! Bucking my face, thrashing about…

She suddenly went limp, then stiffened. She arched, sending her pussy into my mouth, she squealed - loud! She then collapsed, drenching my face. God! She was sweet!

Faith was riding Mous’s cock for all she was worth. Her hands were in a circular motion; her breasts were circling in the opposite direction. Her head was thrown back. Mous suddenly stiffened, shooting wave after wave of his seed deep into Faith’s sweet pussy. “Oh, god!” she exclaimed. “I can’t hold it all!” as she then climaxed, adding her own juices to the mix running down Mous’s cock, soaking the sheets.

Mous and Faith were both spent. Anony and I were cuddling, recuperating. “You know that I need to experience you,” she said.

“I was hoping that you would see it that way,” was my response.

“Please, don’t give me any instructions - let me do what I feel,” she begged.

“That’s the only way to go. If you can please yourself, you can please me.”

And she did just that - making me shudder and thoroughly wetting her face.

“Thank you,” I said, as we cuddled.

“No, thank you!” she responded. “Thank you for being understanding and gentle - I’ll never forget it!

“Hell, Mous looks out of it - and look what they did to the sheets! I’ll have to wash them…

“C’mon, help me move Mous to the chair. I’ll strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer. Then, I’ll take the two of you back to the mall.”

After she put the sheets into the washer, we dressed - all of us except Mous - he was still pussy whipped.

Anony shook Mous’s head. “Sweetie, I’m going to take the two ladies back to the mall. I put the sheets in the wash - when the buzzer sounds, would you please put them into the dryer?”

He shook his head, but Anony didn’t put much faith into his response. She sighed. “C’mon, let’s go.”

She dropped us off at my car, saying, “Thanks! I want to get back as my girlfriend will return shortly. I can’t wait to show her what I learned today!”

We waved as she drove off.

* * * * *

“Damn!” Faith said. “You certainly know how to add spice to life!”

“Oh, did you enjoy that?” I asked, with a straight face.

She was still laughing when I dropped her off at her car - at the office parking lot. “Take the rest of the day off, Faith. Enjoy your weekend.

“Please remember that Rick and Julie are leaving for a bit of R&R - a short cruise - Monday morning. I’ll be taking them to the airport. I’ll call you when I return home. If something important arises, you have my cell.”

I gave her a passionate kiss. She looked at me with surprise. “Don’t you ever forget where that came from!” I said, as I drove off.

Chapter III

Monday morning, after I had dropped Rick and Julie off at the airport, I called Faith at the office. “Everything OK?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m alright,” she responded - although she sounded a bit depressed.

“I just dropped Rick and Julie off at the airport. I also wanted to remind you of the party scheduled for tomorrow night. You may need to field a few inquiries…

“I’ll come by this afternoon to collect the mail and any messages.”

“OK,” she sighed.

“Faith, Honey. What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Oh, I just had a very lonely weekend - I usually enjoy my solitude, doing my chores, reading and relaxing. But this weekend…”

“I have an idea,” I started. “It will save me some time and be very helpful. Instead of my coming by this afternoon, why don’t you bring the mail and messages to the condo after you close? Have dinner with Ray and me - afterwards, we can gang up on Ray…”

“Yes! Yes! I would love that!”

I grinned into the phone. “OK, see you then!” as I hung up.

She arrived at 5:30. As she stripped, I told her that Ray had called and said that he would be a bit late - an unexpected appointment had popped up.

“Would you like to have dinner now or wait until Ray gets here?” I asked.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom. “I have a problem,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since your call…”

When she laid down on the bed, I immediately saw her problem - she was dripping wet, juices running down her leg. Never one to allow waste, I immediately dove between her legs, cleaning before attacking her sopping pussy. I had no sooner found her clit when she grabbed the back of my head and came violently, arching her back, thoroughly wetting my face.

“I’m sorry, Kelly,” she said, after cleaning my face. “I was SO horny. Please - let’s make love…”

And we did. After several intense orgasms, we lay together, cuddling.

The phone rang - it was Ray. “Hon,” he said, after I answered. “I’ll be home in an hour.”

“OK,” I responded. “Faith is here - she’s going to have dinner with us, and then you are dessert!”

“Oh, god! I’ll be there in 45…!”

I chuckled as I put the phone down. “C’mon,” I said to Faith. “Ray’s on his way - help me with dinner…”

Ray actually made it home in 30 minutes - but we didn’t notice as we were working hard in preparing the meal. Ray apparently stood, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen for several minutes - until he spotted his opportunity. He sneaked up behind Faith and inserted his rock hard cock between her legs - his shaft opening her pussy lips as it slid past. At the same time he circled his arms around, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped, arching back - forcing her breasts into the hands, and raising her hand behind his head as he started nuzzling her neck.

I turned to her, at her gasp, and sighed - the sight of Ray’s cock protruding between her legs for a couple of inches was too much for me. I quickly made sure that the burners were off before sinking to my knees and engulfing that wonderful head and few inches that were available to me…

I matched my rhythm to Ray’s as he gently moved back and forth between her legs - I would clean her juices off of his shaft, while on the return trip, she would again soak it. At the same time, my nose would hit her clit while I tongued her sopping pussy.

It wasn’t long before she shrieked, completely wetting his cock - he made a final thrust, exploding in my mouth, which was wide open in case he didn’t reach me in time…

We guided Faith to a chair, where she collapsed. I helped Ray to his chair, where I cleaned his cock - the part I couldn’t reach when it was between Faith’s legs. I then got up and poured a glass of wine for each. They both nodded their appreciation.

“That was fucking intense,” Faith stated. “A perfect surprise…”

I prepared our plates, setting one in front of each of them, and then sat down with my plate and a glass of milk.

“Dessert follows,” I said, as I leisurely started my dinner.

The two of them wolfed down their dinner, while I took my time, making mindless chatter - they would respond in monosyllables.

They finished their dinner in record time - I was still working on mine, smiling sweetly and attempting to carry on the conversation. After about five minutes, Ray said, “Kelly!”

And Faith went, “God damn it!”

I dropped my fork, feigning surprise. They looked at each other, nodded, and then got up, turning my chair. They grabbed me, picking me up in the fireman’s chair hold and carried me to the bedroom.

“But I haven’t finished eating!” I protested.

“No, you haven’t - but you’re eating the wrong thing,” Faith responded, as they deposited me on the bed. She immediately straddled my face, planting her sopping pussy on my mouth. At the same time, Ray entered, gently, then started to pound me the way he knows that I like. Faith matched his rhythm - and force. I smiled, slyly, to myself…

I was thrusting my pussy up at Ray with as much force as he was thrusting at me, and I had grabbed Faith’s ass cheeks, forcing her on my face. Within moments, Faith grabbed the back of my head and shrieked, thoroughly wetting my face. I arched, forcing Ray’s cock deeper into my pussy and exploded all over his cock - causing him to release his seed deep into my love canal.

The three of us fell asleep amid a tangle of arms, legs, and breasts…

* * * * *

The following morning, I sent Ray and Faith to the showers while I prepared breakfast. Within a few moments, I heard slapping noises - I smiled as I flipped the pancakes and started frying the eggs. This would be a 2-2-2-+ breaky - 2 pancakes, 2 eggs, and 2 sausages. I was serving pure maple syrup, coffee, orange juice - and me (the +!).

Ray went off to classes with a bounce in his step. Kelly stayed behind to help me clean up - she wasn’t due at the office for another hour.

“Kelly,” she started, when she had finished cleaning my pussy, “I love working for you - you are so kind and thoughtful. You have my complete loyalty!” as she gave me an intense - and very meaningful hug!

“Faith, you are the sister of one of my SO’s - as such, you enjoy the same relationship.”

She smiled. “I love you as my sister does!”

Chapter IV

As Faith left for the office, I told her that I would be working from home this morning, and then going to the house after lunch to oversee the preparations for tonight’s party.

“I understand,” she said. “I’ll grab a sandwich at a deli, then return to the office to field any calls -“

“You’ll do nothing of the kind!” I stated. She looked at me with surprise, a bit taken aback.

I smiled, to relax her. “Grabbing a sandwich is a good idea, but you will NOT return to the office to eat it! I want you out of the four walls for your lunch break - take the sandwich to a local park, eat it there and enjoy the outdoors!”

“Damn! For a high school chick, you understand more about life than many college graduates do!” she responded.

I snickered. “Most college graduates don’t have the sense to get in out of the rain…”

* * * * *

I spent the morning going through yesterday’s mail and making sure that last minute details were buttoned up for tonight’s party.

After my lunch break, I went to the house to ensure that the food and beverages were there and properly prepared for the party. I also made sure that the furniture was arranged as per the host’s and hostess’ instructions. It was to be a small, intimate party, about six couples total - including the host and hostess. They had arranged for one server to be present - it was Clare’s turn on the rotation - she needed to be clear on her instructions.

We require that the host and hostess arrive at least one hour before the event - the parties are officially scheduled from 8:00 PM on, but, unofficially, they start at 9:00 PM - all guests are required to be present at that time as the gates close, the porch light goes out, and the door is locked at that time. No one is allowed entry after the 9:00 shutdown.

The host and hostess arrived right on time - I greeted them personally. I showed them around to make sure that everything was to their satisfaction. They indicated that it was - the host took my hands in his and stated, “Kelly, you and your organization have done a wonderful job. I - we - thank you!”

I smiled my gratitude and left, saying, “You are now in charge. Enjoy!”

* * * * *

When I arrived home, I found both Ray and Faith cuddling on the sofa in the living room.

“Hi, guys!” I exclaimed. “What a wonderful surprise!” as I stripped.

“Actually,” began Ray, “Faith is here because she has a concern. You may want to hear it…”

“Of course!” I said, as I sat down on a pillow in front of them, resting my arms on her legs and smiling up at her, expectantly.

“Kelly, I took your advice today - grabbing a sandwich and a water and taking it to the park to eat. While there, a small, black and white, longhaired dog jumped in my lap, completely surprising me. He started kissing me all over my face - don’t get me wrong! I love animals, and I immediately cuddled this one.

“The dog was closely followed by an African-American lady, mid thirties - and obviously homeless. She was, however, in good shape. ‘I’m so sorry!’ she exclaimed. ‘Please don’t be offended…he’s such a people dog!’

“’I’m not offended,’ I responded, offering her a seat beside me. I gave her the last half of my sandwich, which she promptly shared the meat portion with her dog. He snapped it up like there was no tomorrow.

“’How can I ever thank you?’ she asked.

“Your smile and your dog’s kisses are enough for me…” I responded.

“’I found him a few months ago, wondering along the creek. I named him Maxtor - Max for short. He hasn’t left my side since…’

“I asked if she was homeless. She responded that she was. ‘You are remarkably clean and in good shape.’ I observed.

“‘Thankfully, there are a few good families in this neighborhood - they allow me in to shower, clean up, and give me their leftovers - I believe that they buy and cook more than what they need themselves. One even does my hair…’ she replied, tearfully.

“I asked her about her work experience. She looked down, embarrassed. ‘I don’t have much education. I worked for a number of years at an adult theater, selling tickets. I was let go after the theater was sold to another individual - I wouldn’t put out for him. I tried finding another job, but when the prospective employers found out about my work history, they wouldn’t even talk to me, thinking I was some sort of a sex slave or slut. Hell! I have pride in myself!’

“Kelly, is there some way we can help this woman?”

As Faith told her story, I became just as concerned. “It’s possible. Keep going to that same park for your lunch breaks. Befriend her; get to know her a bit better. Gain her trust. Let her know the type of business you work for. After a week or so, I’ll join you at the park for the occasional lunch - conduct an impromptu interview, so to speak. Let’s find out if she would be willing to work with us…

“Once we acquire our second party house, we will need additional servers and cleanup personnel.”

Faith smiled. “Thanks, Kelly - I knew that you would understand.”

“Just be gentle with her - life has hurt her, but she sounds like a good prospect…” I replied.

* * * * *

That night, shortly after midnight, I was cuddled with Ray - both of us sleeping soundly. The phone rang…

“Hello?” I answered, sleepily.

“Kelly? Izzy here. There’s a problem at the house - a fire. I’ve already called the fire department - they are responding. I think you need to be here…”

That woke me up completely - fast! “The guests…”

“Everyone is out of the house, no injuries,” she responded. “But Clare is upset - I can’t calm her down.”

“OK. Please gather as many blankets as you can for the guests - they must be wandering around in the cool night air, nude. Also, if you have any wine, sodas, or cold water, I’m sure it would be appreciated - not only for the guests, but for the fire personnel, also.

“We’re on our way!”

Ray and I both pulled on jeans and sweatshirts, slamming our feet into flip-flops as we ran to the door. We piled into Ray’s car - he got us there in record time.

As we exited the car, a police officer shined his light in my face. “Excuse me…” he started.

“I represent the home owners. Now get the hell out of my face!” I exclaimed, going around him.

The police officer started to go after me, but wound up blocked by Ray. With one look at Ray’s face, the cop gave up.

Amid all of the flashing lights, I could see smoke pouring out of the house, but there wasn’t any fire hoses in use. As I approached, all of the guests were gathered together, each with a blanket wrapped around themselves. They were watching the house, somber. They were being pampered by Izzy and Juanita, with each of them coming to Clare when they had a chance.

Clare was sitting on a bench by a tree, her face in her hands, shaking uncontrollably. I immediately went to her.

“Clare…”

“Oh, Kelly! I swear! I didn’t do anything wrong! Please, don’t let me go…” she sobbed.

I brought her into an embrace, hugging tightly. “Sweetheart, please. Calm down and tell me what happened. You are not in any danger of being terminated!”

Sobbing, she said, “I was asked by a guest to warm a pastry in the microwave. I put it in, set it for 20 seconds, and pressed ‘Start’. All of a sudden, sparks began flying, scaring the shit out of me. I pulled the plug, and emptied a fire extinguisher into the vents. By that time, the smoke detectors started going off. I guided all of the guests out of the house, starting with the ground floor, and then going to the second floor. I called Izzy…”

Tears were rolling down her face.

“Sweetheart, it sounds to me like you did everything right. Please, stop worrying - that’s my job. I don’t think you did anything wrong…”

A fire marshal approached. “She’s right - she didn’t do anything wrong. It was done to her. Once we have the smoke cleared, I’ll show you…

“My name is Jeff.”

“Thanks, Jeff. I’m Kelly - I represent the home owners.” He smiled as he held out his hand, which I shook. “Please come and get me when it is safe to go inside…”

The fire personnel were setting up fans, opening doors and windows, to move the smoke out of the house. I returned my attention to Clare.

“Sweetheart, you probably saved lives with your quick actions. I’m proud of you!”

She smiled, and then buried her face on my shoulder again, crying.

I comforted her. “I understand, Sweetie. Please, don’t cry - you’re safe…”

“I know - that’s why I’m crying - you understand!”

After a few moments, she straightened up. “I’m OK, now,” she said. “Thank you. Please make sure the guests are all right…”

“OK, but first, please point out the guest that asked you to warm the pastry.” She pointed to one guest.

I gave her a quick kiss and a smile. She wasn’t as concerned about herself as she was about the guests.

I approached the host and hostess. The host had a grim look on his face.

“I hope that you understand,” I began, “the fire marshal has given me a preliminary report that this fire was deliberate. I’m convinced that the actions of our server not only saved her own life, but possibly several of your guests as well.

“I will start an investigation in the morning. I will require you to send me a list of your guests - both those who are here, and those that were invited, but declined. I will need that list in my inbox by 7:00 AM.

“I would suggest that you start your own investigation as well.

“On the completion of the investigation, we can then sit down and discuss possible remunerations and/or penalties.”

He nodded. “You will have the list in the morning. And, for the record, I’m sorry this happened.”

“I believe you. Please, at the moment, you are in no danger of being blacklisted. Whoever did this, I don’t believe that the motive had anything to do with you or your hostess.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your understanding - and the care shown to my guests afterwards.” He held out his hand, which I took, smiling at him.

“Oh, one more thing,” I said, as I turned back to him. “Who is that guest over there?”

He gave me a name, which I scribbled in my notebook.

Jeff found me. “Kelly, it’s safe to go in now. I want to show you what happened - or, rather, what was done to make this happen.”

“I’m right behind you,” I responded. I motioned to Clare to follow us.

Jeff led me to the kitchen, where the microwave was sitting, but out of place. The counter, wall, a cabinet, and the side if the refrigerator were scorched.

Jeff pointed to a small access door on the microwave. “See this? It can be removed by using a dime on the single screw provided. Inside, there are three terminals.

“Now look at this…the perp attached a jumper to the two outer terminals, using alligator clips and a small wire. Under normal circumstances, there would not be any electricity passing between the two terminals. But when the microwave is set, and then started, the two terminals shorted, causing the sparks that your employee saw.

“Being as most of the insides of a microwave are plastic, it wouldn’t take long before a toxic fire started. In fact,” he said, as he turned the microwave around to open the door, “if you would look here, you can see a brown spot that formed. That indicates that the appliance was burning. If it wasn’t for your employee’s quick thinking in pulling the plug and emptying an extinguisher into the vents, this would have been a lot more serious.”

Clare was crying again. I put my arm around her, comforting her.

“I will need to take the microwave with me - as evidence. We are starting an arson investigation.”

I nodded. “May we take some photographs before you remove it?” I asked.

“Of course”

I looked for Ray - he was right behind me. He gave me a comforting smile, and said, “I have a digital camera in the car - I’ll be right back.”

* * * * *

The following morning I called our insurance agent. He made arrangements for an adjuster to be at the house at 9:00 AM. I then called Mike - the contractor who built the server’s house for us - asking him to meet at the house with the adjuster.

I then checked my inbox - indeed, I found the list of invitees from the host, as promised. I started plugging the names into the computer, pulling their stats. It was 8:30 when I finally pulled the last one and pressed the Print button. It would take a while to print this many pages. I made sure that there was an adequate amount of paper in the printer.

I then got dressed - jeans and sweatshirt, again - and left for the house. I wanted to be there when Mike and the insurance adjuster arrived.

When I arrived, I found both Mike and the adjuster in the kitchen, taking notes. They apparently knew each other and had started working right away. Mike waved a greeting to me, which caused the adjuster to turn around.

“Hello, I’m Kelly - I represent the homeowners. They are out of town this week…”

“Yes, I was expecting you,” he said, as he introduced himself. “Did the fire marshal give you a case number last night?”

“Yes. I have it here,” I then gave him the number.

“Thanks. Very efficient,” he responded. “As this is a case of arson, I will also need a list of everyone who was here throughout the day yesterday. The arson investigator will probably contact you wanting that same information.”

“Thanks for the heads up. If you have an email address, I’ll send the information later this morning. I’ll also include some digital photos that we took last night.” He handed me his card.

“I’ll be finished here soon. Mike and I will compare notes, to make sure that we both covered everything.

“Our company has worked with Mike in the past - he is very good, and is high on our list of qualified contractors.”

I smiled my appreciation, and then backed out of the kitchen, leaving them to their work. Izzy, Clare, and Juanita were in the great room, looking very forlorn.

“Hi, guys!” I said smiling. “C’mon - it ain’t that bad!” I held my arms out to them. I don’t know how, but I managed to give the three of them a hug at once…

“I want to thank each of you for going the extra mile last night. I’m proud to work with the three of you!”

They smiled their appreciation, tears welling up in Izzy’s and Juanita’s eyes - Clare had tears running down her face. “Aw, Clare - you have been absolved of any wrong doing. In fact, I am crediting you with keeping the damage to a minimum and saving lives - your own included!

“Now, there isn’t anything to do here today - go back to the house and relax. I’ll let you know the schedule of when things will need to be done once I have Mike’s schedule.”

“May I stay?” Clare asked. “I feel responsible, and I want to do as much as I can to help…”

“OK, Clare - but, please believe me, you are NOT responsible!” She smiled.

Izzy and Juanita gave Clare a hug, and then left.

I called Faith, to fill her in on the news - she would need to be prepared.

She gasped on hearing what had happened, how it happened, and then I told her our immediate plans.

“Please tell Clare that she’s a heroine, in my book. I know that she will feel responsible, but…” she started.

“Here,” I said, “Clare’s right here - you tell her!” I then handed the phone to Clare.

“Hello,” she said into the phone.

“Hola, Clare. Es Faith. Apenas quisiera que usted supiera que usted sea verdad una heroína que usted hizo todo a la derecha. No es su avería, satisface tan no se preocupa.”
(“Hello, Clare. It’s Faith. I just want you to know that you are truly a heroine - that you did everything right. It’s not your fault, so please don’t worry.”)

“¡Oh!” she exclaimed. “¡Faith! Gracias, usted es tan bueno. ¡No podría pedir una compañía mejor trabajar para, o un grupo de gente mejor a trabajar con!”
(“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Faith! Thank you, you are so kind. I couldn’t ask for a better company to work for, or a better group of people to work with!”)

Clare handed the phone back to me. “Thanks, Faith - whatever you told her, it worked. She’s looking happier as we speak.”

“I just told her the same thing you have been telling her since last night. She just needed to hear it in her own language.”

“Remind me to give you a special kiss - in a special location - the next time we see each other…”

I could see her grinning into the phone. “I’ll take you up on that - I assume that I will see you this afternoon?”

“You know the breakdown of ‘assume’, right? When you ‘assume’ something, it’ll make an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me’!”

We both were laughing as we hung up.

Mike and the adjuster were just coming out of the kitchen. “You realize that the smoke damage went throughout the house, right?” Mike asked. “I know of an excellent company that specializes in smoke damage - cleaning and deodorizing carpets, drapes, mattresses and box springs, upholstered furniture, etc.”

“Yes, Mike,” the adjuster responded. “Please send me their bill - it will be taken care of.

“Kelly,” he said, as he approached. “I feel sorry that this happened. But I am pleased to let you know that everything will be taken care of. I appreciate both your concern and your efficiency. You’ve made my job much easier.

“You will have my complete report and financial information by this evening. Mike has been authorized to begin.”

I thanked him with a smile, and extended my hand.

I heard him muttering as he left, “Damn! I wish that there were more people like her in this world!”

That one remark made my week.

* * * * *

I trudged upstairs, to the master bedroom. The next call I had to make, I dreaded. I wanted complete privacy.

I dialed Rick’s cell number, hoping that he was close enough to a cell tower for the phone to make a connection. As it turned out, both Julie and Rick were on shore, exploring a Mexican Riviera town.

“Kelly?” he asked, when he answered. “What’s up? I know that you wouldn’t call unless it was important…”

“Rick,” I began, as tears welled up in my eyes (I finally understood how Clare felt!). I gave him the complete story, up to the minute.

“I’ll fax you the reports as I get them, if you want,” I finished.

“That won’t be necessary,” Rick replied. “It sounds as if you have everything covered - as per your usual efficiency. Just print the reports out so I can read them on our return. That will save me from searching for the files…”

“Mike has indicated that the repairs will be completed by Saturday afternoon - before your return.

“I have already started an internal investigation, and have asked the host and hostess to begin one of their own. All information I learn will be shared with the official, criminal investigation.”

“Good. I applaud your decision to ask Mike to do the repairs - he has proven himself to be reliable - when he says something will be done by such-and-such time, it is.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Yes,” I responded. “We have three parties scheduled the following two weeks. I would like to re-schedule them for a bit later. I think we need to hold an initial pow-wow session - a brain-buster, if you will - to determine procedures and our own policies if and when something happens. We need to ensure that everyone knows exactly what to do in any given situation. Some of our own policies may need revising…

“I’d like to schedule the brain-buster for the Sunday after your return…”

“Kelly, have I ever mentioned that you’re hiding a MBA in your resume? Good idea. Make it happen!”

Chapter V

I came downstairs to find Clare standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was watching Mike as he made notes and occasionally pulled out his cell and barked orders.

Clare looked at me - I immediately saw and recognized the look on her face. “Wait until he’s done,” I whispered to her.

She nodded her understanding. Within a few moments, Mike put his cell and notebook away and turned - stopping when he saw us in the doorway.

“Kelly,” he started - when he was interrupted by Clare, who literally jumped his bones.

“What the h-“ he began. Clare was good - she had him on his back, on the kitchen table, his pants unbuckled and his hardening cock in her mouth before he finished his sentence.

I came around the table to give him a kiss on his forehead. “Relax. Enjoy. I have a feeling that you will be a happy man - both in the short and long runs!”

I left, chuckling. I pulled out my cell as I got into my car and called Izzy. “Hi, Izzy. I just wanted to let you know that Clare is, um, preoccupied - please don’t worry about her.

“Also, knowing Mike as I do, expect contractors and workers to begin arriving this afternoon…”

“Thanks, Kelly. We’ll set up a picnic table with snacks and beverages for them…”

“I knew that there was a reason we keep you around,” I praised.

I then went home, where I contacted each of the hosts and hostesses for the upcoming parties. I apologized to each of them, explaining that we need to postpone their parties for a bit, “We had a fire at the house - nothing major, but we need to complete repairs and review policies,” I said.

They were each completely understanding, and accepted my suggestions for the rescheduled dates. “We’ll notify our guests to the change in dates, and we’ll re-issue invitations for those that declined because of a possible conflict with the original date,” they each promised.

I then sent to the insurance adjuster - BCC’ing the arson investigator - a list of people that had access to the house the day prior and the day of the fire. I included photos of the kitchen and microwave.

I took a lunch break, and then concentrated on the party invitees from last night. Although I looked at them all, I focused my attention on two - the person that asked for his pastry to be warmed, and another, who worked for a shop that specializes in repairing small appliances.

I couldn’t find a common denominator for anyone, including their spouses/SO’s. As I recognized that I was getting frustrated, I put it away and went to the office. I had an itch between my legs…

Faith took one look at me when I walked through the door, got up, closed and locked the door.

I went into Rick’s office, sat at his desk, and let loose. My face in my hands, I cried uncontrollably.

“Kelly! It wasn’t your fault! Please…”

“I know, Faith. And thank you. I’m just pissed - it happened on my watch!”

Faith hesitated, and then turned me to her. “Sweetie, the fact that it happened, I think, is immaterial. I think that your measure is in what you are doing about it! You’re facing up to the issue - you’ve ensured that the guests were OK, you have expedited repairs, and you’re thinking about the future. You’re thinking about prevention, and including other natural catastrophes. Please give yourself a break…”

One of her hands went up the inside of my thigh and began to scratch that itch…

I pulled her to me. “Faith…I love you!”

“And I you,” she replied, hugging me tight.

We had a wild session on the floor - clothes were strewn everywhere!

Once the two of us calmed down, I gave her a kiss. “Thanks, Faith. By the way, how are you doing with the homeless lady?”

She smiled. “She’s really nice, once she opens up to you.

“I’ve told her a bit about our business - she’s starting to wear sexier clothes when she visits with me at the park, she’s really sexy, too - I haven’t promised her anything, but I think that she is interested. She definitely wants to pull herself out…”

“OK,” I smiled. “Meet with her as usual tomorrow - keep the conversation lighthearted. I’ll meet with the two of you on Friday, don’t tell her I’m coming - and don’t bring any food with you then, I’ll bring a home cooked meal. How big did you say her dog is?”

She laughed. “Max is probably 25 pounds, soaking wet! He’s SO cute!”

I laughed. “As a male, he’ll probably bite your butt for that remark - come to think of it,” I continued, looking at her exquisite ass, “He’d probably enjoy it and pray for lockjaw!

“I know I would…”

We both giggled, holding each other. We got dressed, where I then collected the mail and messages, and left.

* * * * *

Thursday morning, I went to the house. I noted, as I parked, that Mike’s truck was parked in the same place - in the same position - as the day before. I smiled inwardly to myself and entered the house.

I found Mike in the kitchen, with Clare right beside him, ready to do whatever he asked. The refrigerator was gone - outside, to be cleaned and repainted. The contents of the scorched cabinet were on the table and Mike was removing the cabinet for refinishing.

I backed out, not letting either of them know I was there as they were working so well together.

I went upstairs, where I found Izzy and Juanita working, stripping the beds. “Hi!” I greeted them.

“Hello,” they responded. I was grinning. They both knew what I was grinning about. “She won’t let us anywhere near him - to help or anything!” came from Izzy.

“You know she’s in love, right?” I asked.

They both smiled, and nodded. “I think he is, too - but just doesn’t know it yet. Let him figure it out - she’ll come to the two of us when he does!

“We’re not complaining - she kept us both up half the night with her squeals…”

The three of us fell into each other’s arms, laughing. “I’m happy that you both support her so…

“I have a caterer bringing a truck load of deli sandwiches and cold beverages for everyone - they’re due here just before noon. Will you please see that it is properly taken care of?” I asked.

“Of course,” they responded.

“OK, thanks. And, for tomorrow, I have pizza and beer ordered - and I won’t give a damn what their individual employers say! It’s a two-hour lunch - they are to enjoy it!

“You, too…” I said to them.

It’s surprising the amount of work, and the quality of that work, when the workers know that you appreciate what they are doing for you…

* * * * *

Friday morning, I made a quick run to the house, to check on progress. Mike assured me that everything was on schedule - that there have not been any surprises.

“It’s not very often we find an individual that appreciates a person’s work. It is indeed a pleasure to work for you and your organization!”

“Mike, I noticed that your truck hasn’t moved since your arrival Wednesday…”

His face turned crimson. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked.

“Of course not. Just tell her - soon, please. She’s driving us all crazy!” I said, with a straight face.

He laughed, and grabbed me, swinging me around. “Of all people, I knew you would be the first to understand. Tonight, OK?”

I nodded, both my acceptance and my approval.

I then went home, to prepare that home cooked meal for the homeless lady.

I fixed fried chicken, done the southern way, mashed potatoes (lots of butter!), gravy, and lima beans, also smothered in butter. I fixed a pitcher of iced tea, lightly sweetened. I put the hot items in an insulated picnic bag, and the cold items in another insulated bag.

I included plastic plates, plastic glasses, and a separate dish for Max - I stopped at the store and bought a can of Mighty Dog - just for him - chicken flavor. I tossed in a bottle of cold water for him, also.

I arrived at the park, probably just ten minutes after Faith did - on purpose. As I strode toward their table, carrying the two insulated picnic bags and supplies, I heard the lady say,  “Faith…”

“It’s OK,” she said, as she put a hand over hers. “She’s a friend…”

Max came to me as I sat down, pushing his nose into my face. I gave him my hand to smell - nothing to worry about, right? I smiled.

He gave his approval, wagging his tail and practically jumping into my arms.

I cuddled him. “Hello. My name is Kelly,” I said to the lady. “Your dog is cute.”

The lady relaxed as Max accepted my being there.

I started placing plates around, dishing chicken, potatoes, and limas on all. I gave Max a separate plate, opening the can of dog food, and giving it to him.

“What are you doing?” the homeless lady asked, as I poured iced tea.

I smiled. “Faith, would you please tell the lady who I am?”

“Belle, this is Kelly. She’s my supervisor. I told you a bit about our business. She’s here because she sincerely wants to help…”

“But, she’s a child!”

“Belle, even the young have an extraordinary hold on life. Please recognize her intellect. She has more smarts than most college graduates!

“She has been instructing me concerning your welfare for the past week. Do you think she did anything wrong?”

“No. I can’t say that she did.” She turned to me. “What, exactly, do you want?” she asked.

“First, follow your dog’s intuition. Eat your food. Enjoy. We can talk afterwards…”

We ate; we made small talk. We each thoroughly cleaned our plates.

I held a small morsel of chicken for Max. He sat dutifully. When I nodded OK, he took it.

“He’s so good,” I said. “You’ve done a wonderful job…”

“Thank you,” she said.

We cleared our plates, and got down to business.

“Kelly, I want you to meet Mary Belle - she likes to be called Belle.”

I smiled at her. “Belle, Faith as told me much about you - your history, and your desires. I want to help you achieve those desires. However, I won’t just give them to you - you will need to work for them.”

“Kelly, all I’ve ever asked is to be given a chance…”

“Yes, I know - Faith has explained that to me. I approve.

“Faith has told you about our business. We are expanding. We will need additional help in the near future. To ease your mind, no one pays for sex, nor receives payment for sex. It is all-consensual, between adults.

“We will have two server positions opening very soon. The requirements for this position are to serve. Also, to clean up after the party. As we are more than fair to our employees, we expect loyalty in return.

“You are under no requirement to give sex to party guests or to management. Your employment will not be based on your willingness or unwillingness to give sex. However, tips may depend on your willingness to do so. Again, it is based on your approval.

“I ask that you talk with our current servers before making up your mind - either way.”

She smiled. “I love sexual activity - girl, girl; or girl, boy. I am very oral. I don’t think that you would exploit me. When do I start?”

I gave her a hug. “Monday morning. For training. All I ask…” I started, before she shushed me.

“Any more chicken available?”

Laughing, I gave her the rest of the chicken.

* * * * *

“Faith, if it’s OK with you, I would like Belle to move in with you. I know, you only have a one-bedroom apartment, but I think it would be in her best interests. Skip the trees for now, see the forest.

“You’ll help her collect her belongings?” I finished.

She nodded, smiling. “Thanks, Kelly.”

“Faith,” began Belle, “before we go, I would like to express my thanks to the families that helped me the past few months. I want them to know that I am all right and not to worry…”

“Would that be the three ladies walking toward us now?” Faith asked, nodding behind her.

Belle turned and gasped. “Yes!”

The three ladies stopped behind Belle, putting their hands on her shoulders. Belle covered them with her own.

“We hope that you understand,” began one, looking at Faith. “We are a bit protective of Belle. We’ve noticed your daily practice of having lunch here and in sharing it with Belle and Max.”

“I believe that Belle has something to tell you,” I said, politely, but with a bit of authority.

They were a bit taken aback - not expecting me to speak when not spoken to. Faith chuckled. “My name is Faith. This is Kelly, my supervisor.”

Their eyes widened.

“Yes, I was just as surprised,” Belle said. “However, Faith is allowing me to move in with her, and Kelly is giving me that chance I’ve asked for. I’m to begin training on Monday.

“I wanted to thank each of you for your kindness to me. I know what you’ve done. I have your addresses - I will keep in touch!”

I handed the ladies my card, before they could ask.

“Rick’s Entertainment?!” they asked. “Are you THAT Kelly?”

“I’m sorry - I don’t understand your question…”

“The three of us are members. There has been much chatter about you,” one said. Turning to Belle, she continued, “Belle, you couldn’t have been recruited by a better company. If you give them your best, you have a future - the future you have been dreaming about!”

I pushed another card across the table to them. “Please, write your names on the back - on your stat sheets, there is a special box, marked for our use only. I use that box for members that show respect and compassion to others. My checking that box will move the three of you - and your spouses, up considerably.”

Belle smiled. “What goes around, comes around,” she said.

Belle rose, tears in her eyes. She embraced the three of them. “I can’t express my…” she began, but was shushed by the ladies.

They each came to Faith and to me, giving us both a kiss. “Belle’s a gem. You didn’t go wrong.”

Satisfied, they left, waving to Belle. “Faith, after you’ve collected Belle’s belongings, stop at the office - have her fill out an application and a stat sheet. Then take her home - Yes, Belle, you have a home!

“Take the rest of the day off. Enjoy!”

“And what do I have her put in the reference box?” she asked.

“I can’t think of anyone better than the names of those three ladies, right there!” I said, nodding toward them.

She smiled - getting the answer that she wanted.

I put a hundred dollar bill in Belle’s hand. “Let Faith take you to the mall - get some makeup, new clothes, a hairdo - whatever it takes to make you feel glamorous - you deserve to be all you can be!”

I then turned to Faith, with a more serious look on my face. “Faith, there is to be a brain-storming session at the house this Sunday - 10:00 AM. I know you know why - explain it to Belle. I would like both of you there - she might have some input, plus I want her to meet the rest of the girls…”

“We’ll be there.”

“Faith,” began Belle, “I need a shave…”

She smiled. “Looking forward to it…”

Chapter VI:

Saturday evening, I picked up Rick and Julie at the airport. I was driving, with Rick beside me in the passenger seat. I caught them both up on current events - including Belle.

When I finished, Rick reached over and put his hand on the inside of my thigh - rather high. He flicked my pussy with his little finger - I looked at him. He knew that he had my attention.

“You’ve done well,” He smiled. “When we get home, I’ll want to read those reports. Then the four of us are going to bed. Julie and I have both missed you…”

That night, I died and went to heaven. I can’t ever remember being so happy.

* * * * *

The following morning, I woke before the three of them. I padded quietly to the kitchen, where I started preparing breakfast: French toast made with extra thick cinnamon bread, eggs, and sausages, fruit…

I heard slapping noises as I prepared - Julie was getting what I got last night - I knew that she would be one happy woman. I smiled to myself, knowing that Rick and Ray would be just as happy. I timed breakfast to their sounds…

Breakfast went without a hitch. As I started to get up, to clean, Julie stopped me. “Kelly, go start a bubble bath - I’ll just put the dishes in the dishwasher and then I’ll join you…”

I did just that, smiling. Apparently, the men relieved Julie of the cleaning responsibilities, as she joined me much sooner than I expected.

We made glorious, wonderful love together.

* * * * *

The four of us arrived at the party house sooner than anyone else expected. We had stopped to pick up several pastries and doughnuts. Ray immediately took them into the kitchen, where he set them on a lazy susan on the table. He then started a full pot of coffee, and ensured that there were cold beverages available in the refrigerator.

Rick examined the repaired kitchen, shaking his head in amazement.

It was at this time that the three servers ran into the house, closely followed by Mike (his truck still hadn’t moved!). “We’re sorry!” the three of them said. “We meant to be here before you…” when Ray encircled the three ladies with his strong arms.

“You three are not serving today - today it is my turn. Now sit!”

Faith and Belle arrived - holding hands. They both had a glow to their faces. I smiled slyly to myself as Faith introduced Belle all around.

Juan arrived - all attendees were present and accounted for.

Ray added the pot of coffee, sugar, and cream to the lazy susan. Plates, cups, and napkins were in easy reaching distance.

Rick stood and started. “You all know why we are here. Before we begin, though, I have a few announcements to make - please indulge me, everything will come together when I finish.

“First, Kelly.” He turned to me. My heart stopped. “Kelly, it has gotten increasingly clear to me that neither Julie nor myself are needed around here…”

“Oh, yes you are!” I interrupted. “I love both of you…”

He smiled at me. “Yes, I - we - know. What I was referring to is your talent in taking charge - doing things that only an owner would think of doing. Making things happen, taking care of employees and guests. Emergency thinking and decisions. All, by the way, very good. I don’t think that there is a person at this table that doesn’t love and respect you.

“Julie and I discussed this at some length on our cruise. I have also been in contact with Ray, as I know he handles your financial and tax issues.”

I looked at Ray, who came to me, putting his hand to the side of my face. “Relax,” he said. “This is going to be a good thing…”

Rick continued, “Kelly, Julie and I have each agreed to give up 10% of this company, giving it to you. You are now a 20%, genuine owner. You will never again have to say that you ‘represent the owners’!

“I’ll contact my attorney in the morning - have him draw the papers.”

My jaw hit the table so suddenly, and so hard, that the plates and cups rattled. Tears filled my eyes.

Everyone came to me, offering congratulations and support. Ray backed off, to give them room.

When they all returned to their seats, I looked at Ray. “You do know that you are in deep do-do, don’t you?”

He laughed. “It’ll be the sweetest do-do I’ve ever stepped in!”

Everyone laughed. Rick, again, started. “Second, Izzy.”

Izzy caught her breath.

“Izzy, you have done an excellent job in setting up the cleaning and server responsibilities here.

“Each of you know that we are looking to purchase a second party house. That one will be a bit smaller than this one.

“Izzy, I want you to take over the responsibilities for that house. You will remain in charge of both houses.

“I’m going to assign Belle to work with you at our new house. Izzy, will you accept the additional responsibilities?”

“Yes!” she responded, without hesitation.

Rick turned his attention to Belle. Before he could start, Belle said, “I don’t have a problem in working with anyone here. I will be happy to work with Izzy - and fill in anywhere else if someone is out sick or is on vacation! Hell, I can even run a lawn mower! I can crank up a blower! Not to mention I do give an excellent blow job…”

Rick stared at her, while the rest of the table began giggling.

Rick looked at me. “You did it again,” he said.

“OK,” Rick said, straightening up. “Clare…”

“Oh, shit!” she said.

“Clare, please don’t underestimate me, Julie, or Kelly. None of us got to where we are today - and, you’ve witnessed Kelly’s advance - by stepping on toes, or ignoring our employees. The three of us recognize that we would be selling cigars on the corner if it weren’t for our employees. Each of you are our backbone.

“Clare, you did an excellent job in an emergency situation - saving lives and property. I know that Kelly has attempted to remind you again and again that your actions were correct.

“Clare, I want you to accept the responsibilities of heading the server and cleaning duties for this house, once Izzy has taken over the second house. You will still report to Izzy, but you will be the responsible person for this house. We will need to find an additional server…

“Izzy, if Clare accepts, you are responsible for her training.

“Clare?”

Tears began to roll down her face. “Yes,” she said. “I accept. Proudly!”

Before Rick could continue, Juanita raised her hand.

“Yes, Juanita,” Rick responded.

“I have a friend - my best friend - we grew up together in my hometown in Mexico. We hold each other’s cherries - she means that much to me.

“She is coming to the States, due to arrive this evening. I’m to pick her up at the airport. She understands what we do. She wants to work for you - us. The only thing is she doesn’t speak English - although she is trying. I’m hoping…”

Rick smiled. “Timing is perfect. Make arrangements with Kelly - she seems to be very good as a human resource director…”

Juan interrupted. “Teresa?” he asked.

“Si,” Juanita responded. “I know you’ve had a crush on her for a long time…”

“It’s more than a crush,” he responded. “I love her. She’s the reason I’ve never married…

“May I go with you to pick her up?”

“Si.”

I smiled. “Juan, Juanita, please take tomorrow off. Enjoy the reunion.

“Juanita, I will want to meet her Tuesday, about 10:00 am. Faith will help me with the language issue. I also know of an excellent ESL (English as a Second Language) course that may interest her…

“Belle, you aren’t immune. You’re going to enroll in a GED course - to obtain your high school diploma!”

Rick shook his head in amazement. “Kelly, how do you understand these things so quickly?” he asked.

“It’s all about love…” I responded. “Simple.”

Rick again straightened himself up. “My next announcement doesn’t concern a present employee.

“Mike…

“Oh, god! Please don’t tell me I’ve overstayed my welcome!”

“To the contrary, Mike…

“Mike, as I look at this kitchen, I can’t tell where your repairs began and ended. If it weren’t for the smell of fresh paint, I wouldn’t know that a fire had occurred, or that repairs had been made.

“Mike, Julie and I feel that a male is needed on the property, on a 24/7 basis. With a second house looming, I want to offer that position to you. We want you to take over the ‘handyman’ situation - for both houses. Do you have someone that can run your business?”

“Funny you should ask at this time - I recently put my business up for sale. I am currently in negotiations with my foreman. I’m looking to semi-retire.

“Your offer is exactly what I’ve been looking for - something to keep my hands in the business - to allow me to keep my license.

“My only concern, at this time, is where am I to live? You mentioned a 24/7 situation…”

Rick laughed. “I dunno - ask Clare if she as any ideas…”

Clare didn’t have to say a word - she simply looked at him.

They melted into each other’s arms.

“I take it that I don’t have to have your truck towed?” I asked Mike.

“No. I’ll move it this afternoon,” he replied, laughing.

“Let’s take a break,” Rick said. “We’ll reconvene in 15.”

* * * * *

Rick, Julie, and Ray came to me, with Ray taking me in his arms. I offered my face for a kiss, which he dutifully gave to me.

“Kelly, you do know that you’ve gained more than a 20% interest in the company, right?” he asked.

“Yes. I’ve gained another SO - Rick. You don’t mind?” I responded.

“No, of course not.”

“Julie?” I asked.

“Kelly, I’m happy to share Rick with you. We both love you so…”

I smiled, and then went to Rick. I planted a very passionate kiss on his lips. “There will be more later,” I promised. “Thank you!”

After we had all done a bathroom break, we sat at the table to begin.

“I feel a bit over-dressed,” Izzy said.

“Me, too,” replied Rick, “but this meeting is important. I feel we should keep it formal - according to our standards - until finished. I anticipate finishing by lunch, or shortly afterwards. I have pizza and beer ordered, to arrive by 12:30. Afterwards, we can party…

“Let’s start with prevention.

“I don’t know if anyone here - especially you, Clare - realize just how serious this could have been. The flash point of the fire is within 5 feet of the downstairs hallway, with the stairway to the second floor just a mere 3 feet further.

“Let’s go to the worst case scenario - the fire spreads quickly, blocking the downstairs hallway. The guests downstairs would have been able to escape by going out the back door by the laundry room - those on this side of the fire could escape through the front door.

“With both the front and back doors open, the fire would receive added oxygen, flaring it up even faster. Within seconds, the stairway would have been engulfed. The guests on the second floor have no escape - they would have opened windows to jump out - breaking a leg is better than burning to death. This would have created a chimney effect - remember, the bedrooms do not have doors. This old house would have been fully engulfed within minutes.

“I doubt seriously if any of the guests on the second floor could have survived.”

Clare brought her hands to her mouth. “My fucking god!” she cried.

“Exactly,” responded Rick. “Now, do you see why we give you credit for keeping a cool head? Your actions DID save lives - including, most likely, your own - and property damage.

“That is the purpose of this meeting - to put in place a training program for all of us, no matter what the catastrophe may be - internal fire, forest fire, earthquake, etc.

“The first phase is prevention. The second is procedures to follow, no matter what. Third would be emergency supplies. If each of us are properly trained, we can keep human losses to a minimum, even if the catastrophe is an act of God.

“Mike, let’s start with the cause of this fire. Without tools - or, at least visible tools, a perpetrator was successful in starting this fire. What I would like you to do is replace every screw, or easy access to any electrical component -with a non-conventional screw.

“I believe that the TORX system would be sufficient - I haven’t yet seen a dime that will fit a TORX head…

“I want you to check every electrical appliance, every outlet, every switch, and convert to a non-conventional screw. Access panels not equipped with a screw of any type please put in a non-conventional screw. Put a lock-box around the thermostats. Put security locks to water, heating, and air-conditioning appliances.”

“OK, that’s a good idea, and a can-do,” replied Mike.

“The second thing that I can think of is maintenance. Twenty bucks of oil, along with a five-dollar filter, can save a car owner a $10,000 repair bill. We all know that. This is called maintenance.

“Mike, initiate a maintenance program for all major appliances - for both houses. Put into effect a periodic check on all small appliances, along with outlets and switches - and anything else you can think of.

“I would rather spend a buck-fifty-nine to replace a faulty outlet than attend a funeral.”

Mike nodded.

“Can anyone think of anything else?” Rick finished.

Juan raised his hand. “I can have the brush cleared to our property line - that would reduce the fuel available for a forest fire.”

“Good thinking, Juan,” Rick responded. “The Department of Forestry recommends a 30-yard clearance around structures, which we have. How about going to a 50-yard clearance?

“My reasoning is that many forest critters depend on the brush for food and shelter. I don’t want to deprive them of their habitat.

“Just keep our walkways clear. Mother Nature can handle the rest.”

Juan nodded.

Clare raised her hand. “We already don’t allow smoking in our structures. Prohibiting smoking anywhere on our property should help.”

“Very good, Clare!” he said, and then looked at Julie. “Make it happen.

“And that brings another thought to my mind - for both Mike and Juan. Pull regular maintenance on your equipment and vehicles. I’ve read too many articles where a major fire was started by a faulty catalytic converter.

“Also, let’s contact the utility companies - have them provide us with maps of any underground utilities that may be present on our property. That knowledge could save us a tremendous headache!”

Izzy then raised her hand. “Rick, I think that we should consider some way to secure the guest’s property, so that they can’t gain access until they leave.

“This perp, lacking pockets for a dime and a jumper wire, had access to his/her belongings. S/He apparently waited for the right opportunity before getting what was needed and placing the jumper where s/he wanted it. Then, s/he simply dropped the dime in a trash can - no one would have been the wiser.”

“Good, Izzy. Mike, let’s you and I talk about that, off table. I think it is doable.” Rick made some notes. “Anything else?” Rick asked.

“Yes,” replied Mike. “I think that we should put in doors for each of the bedrooms. Steel, hollow. Perhaps with a mechanism that will automatically close the door in case of fire.”

“OK,” Rick replied. “That’s also good. Don’t forget to replace the doors to the master bedroom with the same type of steel door. Also, do not install locks - I don’t want any guest locked in or out of a room.

“Now, how do we get the doors to shut automatically in case of fire?”

I raised my hand. “Rick, the company that installed our security system also has a fire division. Perhaps we should consult with them.”

“Damn good idea, Kelly!

“Anyone else with any further ideas on the prevention issue?” Rick asked.

Again, I raised my hand. “Rick, we should consult with the people with the most experience with fires - the fire department. I would bet that bringing in the fire marshal, along with the fire security division, that we could get many more ideas - especially in ways to prevent further losses - like improving escape routes.”

“Shit, Kelly - why am I here?” he grinned at me.

“OK,” Rick continued. “Let’s talk about ways we can improve escape routes - especially from the second floor. I, personally, don’t have a clue.”

Mike raised his hand. “There is a balcony off of the master bedroom. I could install a rope ladder, keep it rolled up and secured with Velcro straps. If escape is required, the guests could release the straps, dropping the ladder to the ground. They then could simply climb down the ladder to escape.”

“Good idea,” Rick responded. “But let’s install two - one at each end of the balcony. That way, twice as many guests could escape at the same time, or, if necessary, if the fire is too close to one ladder, they could use the other. Let’s make this happen.

“Juan, clear the landscaping beneath the balcony. Put in soft ground cover, to cushion in case a guest should fall.”

He nodded. “No problem.”

Mike added, “I don’t think we should install rope ladders under each window - they each are directly above the ground floor windows. A guest attempting to escape while a fire was raging on the ground floor below him or her would quickly become BBQ.”

“OK,” said Rick. “Let’s refer this to the fire consultants, also. I really think additional escape routes are needed.

“Now, let’s review our own procedures.

“Firstly, I want to require at least one of our own servers to be present at every party. One of our own, properly trained, would be helpful in any given emergency situation. This would, of course, raise our expenses, but, I think, we can successfully pass this on to the host/hostess.

“This would, naturally, raise the work level for our servers, but as the expertise increases, so should the income level.” Looking to the servers, he asked, “What do y’all think? Can you handle the extra work? Should we hire additional servers?”

“Rick, can you give us a few moments to discuss this?” Izzy responded.

“Of course.”

Izzy gathered her servers around her, including Belle. After a minute or so, they returned to the table.

“Rick,” Izzy began, “this is a good idea. We can handle the extra work - especially as you do intend to hire at least one more server by the time you start the second house.

“However, we do expect business to increase - especially with the second house, being a bit less expensive to rent. Let’s hold off on any extra hires until business demands additional servers.”

Rick nodded. “You got it.

“Next, I want to initiate fire/emergency drills on a regular basis. I do think that this should be coordinated with the local fire/emergency response teams. Comments?”

No one said a word.

“OK. Next, there are emergency medical response issues. This should be common sense.

“An old goat - like me,” he grinned, “has a heart attack while fucking several young pussies. Not unheard of. I think that we should undergo emergency cardiac training, plus install tribulators throughout the house. Comments?”

“We should install phones with outside access at each tribulator point - we will need to call 911,” came from Clare.

“Excellent. Consider it done. Anything else?”

Silence.

“OK. Does anyone have anything else to add?” as the doorbell rang.

All the servers instinctively rose. “Sit!” commanded Ray. “I’ll get it…”

“I have something that may help during the aftermath of a catastrophe,” I said. “I think we should build ‘emergency sheds’ - fireproof, and at least two - containing supplies like food and water for 30 - to last a week, emergency generators, tribulators, first aid supplies, over-the-counter medications, outside communication devices, blankets, clothes, pop-up tents, including a couple of large tents for triage purposes around the house.

“One, of a smaller nature, should be built near the cottage - containing supplies for about 10.

“Small sheds of the same nature can be built around the proposed second house.”

Ray loaded three cases of cold beer into the refrigerator as Rick stared at me.

“Damn! Kelly, I don’t know what the hell I would do without you!

“Mike…”

“Consider it done,” he said.

The doorbell rang again. Ray just had to glare at the servers - they sat back down.

“OK, guys,” Rick said. “I think we’ve covered everything. If, in the future, any of you come up with additional ideas, please come forward ASAP.

“I think the pizzas are here. Lets eat, and then PARTY!”

* * * * *

There was a mad rush for the pizza, and an equally mad rush to the refer, for the beer.

The conversation around the table was lively - lots of laughter and giggling. Spirits were high, all around. I gave Rick and Julie a very pleased look. “Thanks, guys - they needed this…”

As each finished eating, they would go to the rack and disrobe. A few paired off, disappearing into a bedroom. Finally, Ray was the only one still eating, and still clothed. The four servers were huddled together, discussing something. An occasional giggle would escape from their circle.

Finally, they broke up the circle and marched into the kitchen, where Ray was just putting his last bite in his mouth. With two on each side, they stood him up.

“Hey! What the hell?”

‘You know the house rules,” announced Izzy. “’No clothes when in friendly company!’ You’re the only one still wearing clothes! You will be severely punished…”

I started laughing, uncontrollably. Ray was certainly in deep do-do!

“But -but! I was going to get another piece!”

“You’re going to get another piece, all right. It just ain’t gonna be pizza!

“Belle, as you are the newest, you get the honors…”

Belle grinned. “Heh, heh…”

At about the time it would take four horny ladies to remove one man’s clothes, I heard “My gawd! I have never…” It was Belle’s voice.

I went to Juan and held out my hand. “Come,” I said. As we passed a girls bathroom, Faith exited. I grabbed her by circling my arm around her and grabbing hold of one of her fine ass cheeks. She came with us, without protest.

Juan taught us a thing or two about male stamina…both Faith and I had a glow on our faces; Juan had a pleased smile.

After we cleaned up, Juan went into the kitchen, bringing two beers and a bottle water - Juan knew that I didn’t drink. We sat in the great room, making small talk.

One by one, the four servers exited the bedroom where they had taken Ray and cleaned up. Izzy, Clare, and Belle went looking for other “prey”, while Juanita came into the great room and sat on the floor in front of Juan.

“Where’s Ray?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s still pussy whipped. I’ll bet that that will be the last time he treats us like he did…” Juanita responded, grinning.

I laughed. “I doubt it!”

“Juanita,” came from Juan. Apparently his cock was aware of Juanita’s presence as it was becoming aroused.

She turned to look at him, and then smiled - pleased. She began softly stroking.

“Juanita!” His sister shushed him by putting a finger against his mouth.

“Juan, I’ve wanted you ever since I was old enough to…you know,” she said.

“Juanita, I love you…”

“I know - I’m your sister.”

“Oh, I love you as my sister - but I also love you. I’ve wanted you forever, too…”

Her eyes widened in surprise. She then immediately engulfed his cock with her mouth, burying it to the hilt.

It wasn’t long before he erupted, sending his seed deep down her throat. As she withdrew, she made sure he was clean. She stood, with a smile on her face, holding her hand to Juan. “Come,” she said.

“I just did,” he responded, with a grin. “Now, it’s going to be your turn…” as they disappeared into a bedroom.

Faith and I smiled at each other just as Mike, Clare, Izzy, and Belle entered the room and sat.

“I just love the revenge y’all got on Ray,” I said.

Izzy laughed. “You should’ve seen his face - and Belle’s, too, when she saw him for the first time. She immediately went down on him, taking him completely! With just a few strokes, he shot his wad. She then climbed up and slammed herself down on his cock - hard! She rode him like a fucking bucking bronco! When he climaxed again, I think he expected her to stop. Heh, heh. She kept right on going - hard! He must’ve gone two more times before she finally arched her back and sent her juices all over that wonderful cock.

“As she climbed off, she planted one helluva kiss on his lips and said, ‘You know you’re not going to survive, don’t you?’

“We couldn’t clean her, we were laughing so hard!”

Just then, Ray came out of the bedroom. When he spotted Izzy, he came to her like a locomotive, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder - with her kicking and squealing, her tits flying every which way. He marched back into the bedroom, where we soon heard slapping noises - hard slapping noises. Izzy began whimpering and moaning…

I looked at Faith. “Why don’t you go find Rick and Julie - I think they are in the master bedroom…”

She smiled and took off.

I got up and went to Belle. “We’ve met, but we haven’t properly met…” as I held my hand out to her.

She smiled as she got up. “I was hoping for a chance with you - I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since we first met!”

“Tell me about your fantasies,” I said, as we disappeared into a bedroom.

About an hour and a half later, we lay cuddling each other. I had apparently satisfied some of her fantasies, as she had had several intense orgasms - as did I. Pleasing others always pleases me in the same way…

We got up and took a shower together. When we finished, we entered the great room, where we found Mike and Clare in a mild petting session.

Juan and Juanita came in just after us - Juanita’s face was flushed and she looked exhausted. “We have to leave - it’s time to pick up Teresa at the airport,” she said. Turning to me, she thanked me.

“You’re not going to drive?” I asked, looking at her with some concern.

“He wouldn’t stop - I came and came and came - he just kept right on pounding! I loved every minute of it! I think he was making up for lost time…” she smiled. “No, I’m not driving.”

I nodded my approval. “Remember, the two of you have tomorrow off. Enjoy!” as I gave each a soft spank on their bare bottoms.

She hugged me tightly. “Thank you!”

Izzy came staggering out of the bedroom, her face flushed. “Damn! I’m going to have to ask for extra help the next time we gang up on him…”

“Don’t bother - he loves it!” I said. That brought everyone laughing.

The party broke up soon afterwards - we all were exhausted.

Chapter VII

The following morning, I slammed my fist down on the desk in our home office, completely frustrated, “Damn it!” I exclaimed, startling Rick, who was working at the terminal next to me.

“What is it, Hon?” he asked.

“I can’t fucking find a common denominator with these guests the night of the fire!” I complained. “I’ve checked each guest, their spouses/SO’s, referrals, business associates - everything!”

“Hmm. I have another database you might want to cross-reference. This one contains the stat sheets for people I have removed from our active database for discipline reasons, where their offense didn’t meet official blacklisting rules. I also put in rejects.

“Lemme show you how to access that information.”

Within 5 minutes I hit pay dirt. “Bingo!” I exclaimed, a big smile on my face.

I printed out the stat sheets for the perp, his SO, and the person that referred the two of them to our organization. This person was removed from our active database because he got inebriated and treated some other guests rather badly at a party given by another host a few months ago.

The perp was the person who worked for the shop specializing in small appliance repair - I had a gut feeling it was him all along!

I gave the printouts to Rick, who took his time reading - to comprehend all of the information. Finally, he turned to me, saying, “I agree. I’ll have the perp and his SO in my office tomorrow afternoon - after their workday is complete. It will probably be after hours - I know Julie will attend. Can I expect you and Faith to attend?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep us away!”

He grinned. “I know - stupid question…”

Rick had a sly grin on his face as he picked up the phone and started making calls.

* * * * *

Tuesday morning, I called Faith at the office, informing her that I would be a bit late for my 10:00 appointment with Teresa. I asked her to get Teresa started by helping her to fill out an application form and a stat sheet. I would be there by the time they completed the forms.

Teresa arrived right on time. “Hello!” she said, in Spanish, as she entered. “I’m Teresa. I have an appointment…”

Faith stood, and responded in her native language. “Yes, I’m Faith. Kelly called - said that she would be a bit late and asked me to help you fill out an application form and a stat sheet. Please come and sit by me,” she said, smiling.

Apparently, Juanita had coached Teresa on how to dress for this interview. She was wearing a very short mini skirt - just barely covering her pussy as she stood. It was easy to tell that she was shaved - any pussy hairs would have been visible! She had on a low-cut blouse - no bra as her nipples were as plain as though she wasn’t wearing a thing. She was gorgeous - long legs, beautiful, clear face, nice chest, a nicely rounded ass, a beautiful smile…

When I arrived, Faith was just finishing reading the two forms to Teresa in her language, with her answers properly filled out in English. She nodded her approval and signed each form.

Faith introduced us. I smiled at her, saying, “Welcome to the US!”

“Thank you,” she replied. “It is good to see my friend and Juan again. I appreciate your giving the two of them the day off yesterday. I don’t think I have cum so much in one day in my entire life!” she grinned.

“Come, let’s go into Rick’s office. I think we will be comfortable at the round table. Faith, please lock the front door - I will need your assistance.”

As the three of us sat, I said, “Please give me a moment to study your forms…”

Teresa sat between us, ensuring that her skirt rose the required inch or so to expose her pussy, which had, by this time, started dripping. She was breathing a bit irregular…

I sighed. “I don’t need no stinking form…’

I put the paperwork down, and buried a couple of my fingers in her sweet pussy, giving her a passionate kiss, with my other hand caressing her ample breast, pinching a hardened nipple…

As I led her to the couch, Faith said, “I don’t think you need an interpreter - you’re ‘speaking’ international…”

“Come join us, Faith,” I said, as Teresa found my sopping pussy.

By the time Faith joined us, naked, Teresa and I had each other’s clothes off, strewn on the floor.

God! Teresa had a talented tongue - she knew exactly what pleases me. Faith sighed as she buried her face between Teresa’s legs, tasting her wonderful pussy. I heard a muffled “Sweet!” from Faith.

I erupted all over Teresa’s face, completely soaking her. I smiled as I happily began cleaning her. Before I could finish, she squealed and climaxed on Faith’s face. I was now smiling twice as big as I finished Teresa’s face and began on her pussy. She cleaned Faith’s face, and then found her sopping pussy…

The three of us had several intense orgasms, and were now cuddling quietly on the couch.

“You’re hired,” I started, with Faith translating for me. “You start today, training under Juanita.”

She jumped all over me, covering me with passionate kisses. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“Come, let’s get dressed. I’ll take you back to the house, where you can tell Juanita the news.

“Faith, please enter her information in payroll. Also, Rick, Julie, and I have a 5:00 appointment this afternoon - here - with the perps that started the fire. Only they don’t know that we know, yet. It’s going to be a fun surprise - at least for us. Care to stay and watch?”

She grinned. “You’ve more than made my day…”

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, Julie and I arrived at the office together. We both had on our shortest mini-skirt and sexiest top. Of course, we wore nothing else underneath. I was pleased to find Faith dressed the same. Rick was already there, on the phone when the perp and his SO arrived. Faith ushered them into his office, where he waved them into comfy chairs, completely unaware as to what was about to happen will change their lives forever.

Julie and I sat on each side of Rick, completely exposing ourselves. The perp and his SO were very appreciative of the view.

“OK, Bill -I appreciate your cooperation on this issue,” Rick said, as he put the phone down, disconnecting.

Rick’s face took on a very serious look as he gazed on the perp and his SO.

“You fucking bastard,” he started. “You don’t know how close you came to the death sentence!”

The perp was momentarily startled. “C’mon, sweetie - we don’t need to listen to this drivel and accusations!”

Rick stood up, both hands on his desk. “Sit the fuck down, asshole! I’m not accusing you - I’m fucking telling you!!”

They sat down in shock. Julie and I re-crossed our legs - slowly. Faith closed and locked the front door, brought a water to Rick, and then stood in the office door, with her feet wide apart. They needed to know what they would be missing.

“Bastard! How much did your friend pay you to do this? In the final run, was it worth it? Both of you lose - including the wimp that couldn’t - or wouldn’t face me! Fucking dipshit! All four of you!

Rick slowly sat down. “Tell me, asshole - exactly where were you when the smoke alarms sounded?”

“We were in a bedroom on the second floor, with another couple. You can ask…”

“An alibi isn’t my point, dipshit! Don’t you realize that you, your SO, and the couple that you were with, were within three minutes of dying - and I’m being generous, here - if it weren’t for the actions of my server?

“Fucking stupid!”

Rick folded his hands and leaned back, sighing.

Rick slowly leaned forward. Quietly, he said, “You, and your SO are officially blacklisted. Try to find pleasure anywhere in the country without worrying about AIDS. It just ain’t gonna happen!

“Further more, the dip shit that paid you for this was not officially blacklisted - he, and his spouse now are!

“Ask him if it was worth it - in fact, ask him to pay you more for your anguish!

“I’m fucking betting that you get zippo!”

Rick looked at the SO. “I had a conversation with upper management at your company today. It appears that they were looking for an excuse to terminate you. Apparently, you are incompetent - unless you could count fucking your boss and eating his assistant’s pussy on your diploma! They are both gone, too.

“Arrive at your normal time tomorrow. But dress in street clothes and bring two empty boxes with you - you will need them to carry your personal belongings out of the building. Bring your badge and any company hardware with you - it will expedite your termination process.”

Rick then looked at the perp, himself. “I also talked with your boss - we know of each other. He admitted that he couldn’t find an excuse to terminate you immediately, but he did say that he would make your work life a living hell.

“Make it easy on yourselves - terminate your employment in this city, move to where no one has ever heard of you. I would advise that you both do this quickly - our information is going to be faxed to the arson investigators before you leave the parking lot.

“Enjoy your new sexual revolution!

“Now, get the fuck out of my sight - and don’t ever let my eyes fall on your sorry asses again!”

They left quickly - before Rick could change his mind and make matters worse.

* * * * *

We could hear the bitch raising hell with the perp - all the way from our office to the parking lot. She was definitely pissed. And she didn’t give a damn who heard her…

We watched as they came around the corner of the office building - still arguing loudly. He pressed the button on his key bob to release the locking and security for his vehicle. We were pleased to find that the vehicle that responded was directly under our window - they were still more than fifty feet away.

Rick immediately unzipped and pulled out his fire-hose - he began stroking vigorously. Within minutes he was getting close. Julie recognized what he wanted to do and opened the window for him. I placed a straight back chair for him. He climbed on the chair and unleashed a stream of jism, arching high in the air.

We crowded around the window to see just how accurate Rick was. We grinned as the main wad crashed on the lower portion of the perp’s windshield, dead center - leaving a trail along the hood.

The perp turned on his windshield wipers, smearing Rick’s jism all over the windshield. We fell over, laughing. “Did you see that stupid SOB?” Rick exclaimed. “That will harden before he has gone half a block! I fucking love it!”

I picked myself up and faxed our info to the arson investigators while Faith started the locking up process.

As we left the parking lot, I was pleased to find all kinds of police vehicles, with their Christmas tree lights revolving within a half block of our office. We went home, completely satisfied, to our respective residences.

* * * * *

This story line is fast turning into a major epic! What do you think? Please comment. I have a few more sequels planned. Your comments are welcome, good, bad, or indifferent. oralpleasingu@yahoo.com