King: Cocksure

Chapter V

Diving Board

This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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Second quarter board meeting was not a major event on my company’s calendar.

As the major stockholder, I could have dispensed with the annual July meeting altogether. Yet I felt it was good to bring department chiefs, investors, stars and other luminaries in our company together after every quarter to review profits, planned product launches, and acquisition possibilities as well as reward superior effort. Despite my all-night escapades with Loyola Marin, I arrived at the office clean-shaven an on time. Creech, my secretary, was surprised I showed up at all.

“Boss, some of us were expecting you earlier this week,” she said. “But I was really counting you out today. Some of the people who attended last night’s party told me you were with a bunch of gymnasts and acrobats and left with a real babe.”

“I know,” I apologized. “Has it caused any major problems?”

“Well, Gloria has been demanding to know all week where you are,” Creech said. “She missed you on the flight back from Laguna.”

“That’s a problem only if she finds me,” I said.

“Booty call?” she asked.

“Bingo!”

“Well, she’s been a frustrated witch all week,” Creech giggled. “I hear from Dez you didn’t leave anyone in Minnesota frustrated?”

“Oh did Dez call?” I asked.

“Yes, she wanted to know if she could bring the girls out next weekend and to see how the dancers she sent out here are doing,” she said.

“Of course, next week is fine for the girls, and before the day is out, I want you to arrange video tests for all 18 of the gals from Dez’s club,” I said. “Some have real star potential.”

“Personal experience?” she smiled.

I should point out that among the many women who work for me, Creech is among the loveliest by far. I never wanted to be one of those executives who fucks around with his secretary, however, and I felt it would make Creech uneasy if I tried. When I saw her organizational skills and she told me her brothers referred to her as Creech, I hired her on the spot. Somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever be tempted to fuck someone by that name even if she did wear tight micro-minis and low-cut blouses around the office. I noticed but made a point not to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.

“Personal experience several times over,” I said.

“Boss, I don’t see how you do it,” she said. “It wears me out just trying to keep up with your exploits,”

“One other thing I want you to do while I’m in the board meeting today.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Find out everything you can about a woman name Loyola Marin from New York. Find out who she’s worked for and when. I’d like her dossier on my desk by the end of the day if you can.”

“Will do,” Creech said with her typical can-do crispness.

The board meeting started out with a boring recitation of second quarter profit statements. We were having a banner year, particularly Lenina Huxley’s fetish group and the Grisham twins’ web site group. Both won big bonuses and awards for their service. Gloria, too, won an award for maintaining such high artistic and creative standards as well as for profitability. She smiled when she accepted the award from me but the tension between us you could cut with a knife.

“I’m now editing what I believe will be my greatest masterpiece,” she told her audience in the oak-paneled board room “Mr. Cocksure here gives a positively magnificent performance that quite literally scorches the screen. Now that he has returned from his foray into the northern woods I’m quite sure his input in the proper place will stimulate me to match his creative drive as I finish the editing process.”

Creech had entered the room briefly to report on some disturbing facts she’d learned about Loyola Marin and laughed when she heard Gloria’s speech.

“I wish you’d fuck the shit out of her and give all of us a rest,” she whispered in my ear.

I wasn’t quite sure what to tell the board about what I’d learned from Loyola the night before. On the one hand, she might have just been blowing smoke, but could I afford to take a chance? Several of the people at the meeting had attended the mystery party and would be wondering who sponsored it and why. I couldn’t deny that the party happened or my appearance there. When my turn to address the group came, I started out by thanking everyone for working and playing so hard to make us so profitable.

“Some of you know I was working and playing last night,” I said.

Several people in the audience clapped. I knew they’d witnessed the show with the gymnasts and acrobats in which I’d been an uneasy participant.

“That was some party Cocksure,” one of our biggest investors applauded. “I was blown away. I mean I’ve never seen anything like some of what I saw in that house. There were fucking midgets, fucking trapeze artists, fucking machines…more depravity in one place than I have ever seen. I don’t know what it cost us but we should have a repeat performance at the holiday party.”

So the assumption was that I had planned the party and my creativity had set up the acts. Most of them had seen me perform at the party and would assume I planned my appearance. That could work for me until I knew who hosted the party and could reveal more. Could I maintain the lie and yet not actually say too much about who sponsored the party?

“Thanks Harvey,” I told the investor. “I think our holiday porn party will top what happened last night. That was just a warm up. But I think we should be careful to maintain the highest standards of creativity and push our way into markets in Europe, Asia, South America and even the middle east and Africa. I have it on good authority that we will soon face new, more powerful competition in those markets and here in our own. Despite the success we’ve had and the billions spent on porn in this country, things will soon get a lot tougher. Web and electronic distribution is changing our industry and we’ve got to be prepared to go into whatever new markets open for us.”

I paused for a moment to be philosophical.

“You know, we are extremely lucky,” I said. “A lot of poor men and women get up every day and go to thankless jobs from which they will never escape. People pay us to fulfill their fantasies by doing things they could never do on their own. We’re paid to get up every day and fuck. Then we get to do the same thing at night and the next day. When I’m cramming for a test, I am not worrying about passing a law exam. I get to stick my dick in some beautiful young woman’s ass to make sure her butt can take anal sex. I know that every day I live, most men would exchange their lives with mine in a minute. And though the women in our audience might be less forthcoming, I think they envy the sexual freedom of our female stars. We are extremely privileged that they have given us this ability to help make their lives better. They are why we are here and we’d better never forget it.”

Great speech, Harvey told me later over cocktails.

“Cocksure, I admire your passion and dedication to your craft,” he said. “You’ve never thought of yourself as a dirty pornographer, have you?’

“I could not have built what I did if I thought that way,” I said. “Our gratitude to our audience is what separates us from the barbarians at our gates.”

Lenina Huxley, holding her plaque, came up to me after I finished talking to Harvey.

“So you were just kidding when you asked me who sponsored last night’s party,” she said. “I figured you were pulling my leg after I saw you with those acrobats. You are a devil.”

I just shook my head and smiled.

“You owe me something, Mr. Cocksure,” Gloria told me when she cornered me in the post-meeting crush of people.

“I know Gloria, and you have it coming to you.” I told her. “I will be around next week to give you all of the creative stimulation you need.”

“Well, what I meant was that I wanted to get that prick of yours…”

But I was already gone.

In my office, Creech had left the dossier I’d asked her for. What she’d learned was, indeed, disturbing. But I was looking forward now to another type of board meeting.

“Are you ready for these?” Volaria called to me. I motioned to her and she began her approach toward the pool.

Four bounces on the diving board and she tumbled forward in an arc toward the shimmering blue water beneath her. Volaria’s sisters in the barest bikinis and six naked Chinese girls sat in lawn chairs in an artful circle around the pool. Some dancers from our local strip clubs and a few other special guests were also watching and applauded Volaria’s nearly splash-less dive into the pool. When she resurfaced, I congratulated her.

“So I guess you’ve confronted your greatest fears now,” I said. “I can’t believe water scares you after you fly through the air the way you do.”

“You can’t drown een the air,” she said.

Creech, in a form-fitting flesh-colored one piece, flashed her long tan legs and sipped her tea.

“Brad, these girls don’t want to be swimming,” she whispered to me. “They want you to take them upstairs and fuck their brains out. If you start now, you might get done by Monday and can actually come to work.”

“Boy you have missed me, Creech.”

“No, I just don’t want to face Gloria if you aren’t there to stimulate her creatively on Monday,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Who are all these girls?” Harvey asked me.

“Friends, Harvey,” I said. “We’ve all been quite intimate.”

“Oh, I figured you fucked them all,” Harvey said. “In fact, unless I miss my guess, those little Asian cuties and the hot Italians are the girls from the party the other night. And I recognize those girls playing with dildos over there from the Westchester, Santa Monica and Burbank clubs. But who is that lovely creature who just walked in?”

“Yana, I’m glad you could make it,” I said. “Harvey, this is the Yana Daniels. She is one of the associate directors of one our specialty lines I think you’d appreciate. Yana, Harvey Crestwood is one of our biggest investors.”

“Thanks’ Brad,” Yana said, grabbing Harvey’s extended hand and placing it on her breast.

“Brad, Lexi is parking the car; she’ll be in shortly,” she said , not taking her eyes off Harvey. “Mr. Crestwood, do you like to hurt girls just a little bit, I mean make them really hurt?”

Harvey was a little taken aback but did keep massaging Yana’s firm breasts.

“Every day is pussy day for you isn’t it Mr. Cocksure,” a voice said from behind me.

“Miss Marin, glad you could come,” I said. “But you are developing a nasty habit of sneaking up behind me. You can change into your swimsuit over there in the dressing room.”

Loyola walked away shaking those impressive hips of hers in a way that drew the admiration even of the other women.

“Huh uh, Mr. Cocksure, that woman wants your dick up her butt bad,” Piglet said.

“Piglet, you shouldn’t be looking at other women’s butts,” I said. “You’ll spoil your reputation as a cock whore.”

“I told you I am changing my name to Minnie the Pooh.” the former Piglet said. “I’m going to be an anal whore.”

“Oh, right, but forgive me because, I am a creature of habit,” I apologized. “Just be sure to tell Gloria before she gets around to editing the credits for her movie.”

“Oh, I told her, but she says once a Piglet always a Piglet.”

“I’ll talk to her about it on Monday.”

“During your booty call?” Creech said.

“Not if I can help it,” I said.

“Well you are living dangerously this weekend,” Creech said. “You’ve invited the fox right here in to the hen house.”

“Creech, you don’t know how badly you are mixing your metaphors,” I told her.

“Oh I figured you fucked her,” she said. “With that ass Miss Marin has, how could you resist? I just don’t see how you’ll get around to her with all these other chicklets begging for dick.”

“All goo d things in their time,” I said. “All good things in their time.”

She gave me a strange smile. “Promises, promises,” she said.

A great friend once told me he lived by the axiom that “bendable broads make the best bedmates.”

Twelve bendable broads will wear your dick to a nub. That’s my new axiom. I walked up stairs to my bedroom to get ready for lunch and found six Italian girls and six Chinese girls in my oversize bed with their legs wrapped behind their necks, their private areas shaved like baby butts and exposed and glistening wet from the bright California sunlight streaming into the room from the windows.

“Eet ees time, Brad” Volaria said speaking in behalf of 12 ravenous women. “You can now spend more time in our pussies. You have all afternoon.

I dropped down to my knees to give each exposed pudenda a taste test. Every girl had washed and perfumed her pussy but the scents that emerged when I stuck my tongue deep in their pussies and asses was pure woman.

“Who needs lunch when I can have brunch in bed?” I said.

Volaria and her sisters were bendable but the Chinese girls were like pretzels you could bend into nearly any shape you could imagine. Their tiny bungs looked too small to pry open with my dick so I tried to stay focused on the forward port. That was fine until the Italian team started taking it in the ass. The Chinese girls, in their broken English, protested.

“What are they complaining about?” I asked Volaria as I pounded her sister Gwendolyn hard in her tight but elastic asshole, sweat dripping freely from my forehead to coat Gwendolyn’s breasts. Gwendolyn’s round muscled butt was aimed straight toward the ceiling and I was jack hammering her with a force that drove her head in the mattress so I couldn’t see her expressions. Only her squeals of delight and her cries of “mas, mas” in Italian told me she was enjoying the festivities.

“The Chinese girls say you are treating them unfairly,” Volaria informed me.

“They want you to steek your deek up their butts, too,” she said, “just as you do to me and my seesters.”

Sweat dripping from my brow I could barely see them, but the girls from China were so thin and breakable, I feared granting them their wish.

“Volaria, my deek, as you say, is thicker than those girls’ legs and arms,” I said. “If I stick it up their butts, their butts will crack open and they will split like cord wood.”

“Doesn’t matter, Brad,” Volario said. “They will be extremely ashamed eef you do not treat them like us. They weel be dishonored.”

So I pushed my way into the butts of each of the tiny China dolls. Not since Baby’s ass during the filming of Gloria’s movie had I felt such an excruciatingly tight fit. While Baby moaned and groaned, not one of the Chinese girls made even a whimper due to pain though I knew the pain had to be intense. They smiled as if in a dream and occasionally muttered something in Chinese but were otherwise silent as I pounded them anally as hard, maybe even harder, than I did Volaria and her sisters.

As I was leaving my room three hours later. I bumped into Devin and four girls from our Burbank club.

“Where have you been hiding, Mr. Cocksure? Devin said. “We’ve been looking for you all over. Creech told us you might be here upstairs. We thought we’d come up and have fun with you in the bedroom.”

In my bedroom, 12 cum-leaking girls relaxed with large smiles on their faces. I didn’t want to renew activities in there.

“Maybe we can go in here,” one of the dancers said, pushing me back toward an open door.

“That is Caren,” Devin said, “And my other friends here are Diamond, Naomi and Lasita.”

The room Caren was pushing me toward was a bathroom, not bedroom. I told her that she wouldn’t find a bed in there.

“I know,” she said. “Devin was telling us about how you love rough sex and you pushed her head in a toilet bowl and fucked her ass when you were filming in Laguna.”

“That sounds very, very dirty, Mr. Cocksure,” Lasita, a Latin bombshell said.

So that was how I flushed the rest of the afternoon down the toilet.

Finally, at 8 p.m. I emerged downstairs weary and hungry, having not eaten all day. I guess you can see now how I keep my boyish figure.

Creech was waiting for me in the kitchen.

“So did you get all the little chicklets satisfied,” she said.

“I guess,” I said. “but I need to get some thing to eat.”

I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl of chicken.

“You know you are ruining your health,” Creech said. “But I did spare you one intrusion.”

“What was that?”

“Miss Marin was looking for you but I told her you went away with someone and stopped her from going up stairs to look for you.”

“Thanks, Creech, but I am a big boy. I don’t need you to look out for me.”

“I don’t know about that one,” she said. “I don’t think it would be wise to let her roam the house alone. If she saw you upstairs with all those little girls, she might have stuck a knife in your back.”

“That’s a painful thought,” I said.

“Well, whatever you did to her here the other night, you made a convert,” Creech said. “Some women see sex as fun and games, but Loyola Marin plays for keeps, winner take all and you, boss, are the prize.”

“I like Loyola,” I said. “We had a great time the other night. As you’ve said, she is beautiful and has an absolutely terrific ass. Reminds me of a woman I knew in my youth, a Mrs. McDaniels. But I’m not in love with her.”

“Well, I think she’s at the very least in love with what you can do to her or for her,” Creech said.

“Her problem,” I said. “Not mine.”

Creech picked up her car keys to head out the door.

“I’ve got to get home,” she said. “I waited until Loyola lost patience and left, but now I’ve lost patience, and I am gone, too.”

“Are you mad?”

“Of course not,” she said. “You are who you are. You’ll never change, but Loyola is a woman who doesn’t forget and doesn’t forgive. Don’t turn your back on her.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Again with the promises,” Creech said as she walked out the door. “Have you have ever considered you might be a sex addict who needs help?”

That thought stunned me for a moment. Could she be right? The answer lay deep in my unconscious mind and my misspent youth. But that was a story for another time. No longer famished, I had to rush back upstairs for the next round with Devin and her friend and six Italian and six Chinese women all ready for the next round of fun.