DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR Chapter Eight

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is the eighth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter.  I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself.  My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the guise of "mentoring."

Mr. Marcus has discovered Zenellis's plot to extract vital product ideas from his guests and then blackmail them with videos of their sexual activities with other guest's daughters.  Having stolen the disk drives that held the captured videos, Mr. Marcus found Harry and his daughters grinding sex organs, but with a large towel gasket to prevent full penetration of Harry's prodigious prick.  After entering their product ideas in Zenellis's local computer terminals, Mr. Marcus and Harry bedded down for the night, leaving their daughters asleep in Harry's room.

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Harry   s n o r e d   l i k e   a   b u z z s a w .  Maybe that's the way I sounded to Harriett.     Lord knows she complains about it enough.

Just a hint of sunlight, plus a full bladder, was enough to get me out of bed.   The toilet flushed like a monsoon, but Harry was out like a light.  No wonder, all of the exercise he got with our three girls the previous evening.

I t   w a s   t o o   e a r l y   t o   e a t ,   s o   I   d e c i d e d   t o   u s e   t h e   s w i m m i n g   p o o l   b e f o r e   i t   g o t   c r o w d e d   o r   t u r n e d   i n t o   a n   o r g y .     N o t   t h a t   I   d i d n ' t   w a n t   a   g o o d   f u c k .      The start of a highly anticipated one with Brandi, and the attempted wrapping of Saroya, not to mention Lore's advances, well, I needed a release.  B u t   w i t h   c a m e r a s   a l l   o v e r   t h e   p l a c e ,   I   d i d n ' t   w a n t   t o   g i v e   Zenellis   a n y t h i n g   t o   h o l d   o v e r   m e . 

 T h e   g i r l  s, on the other hand,   h a d   b e e n   s a t i s f i e d   b y   m e ,   t h e i r   f a t h e r ,   t h e  desk  c l e r k   a n d   w h o   k n o w s   w h o   e l s e .     S a r o y a   w a s   a   c o m p a n i o n   f o r   a n o t h e r   d a y ,   p e r h a p s .     A n d ,   H a r r y ' s   w i f e   w a s   a n   o  p p o r t u n i t y   l o s t .     I   h a d n ' t   p r e v e n t e d  Harry   f r o m   f u c k i n g   h i s   d a u g h t e r s , the price of admission.

 T h e   p o o l   w a s   unoccupied and j u s t   c o o l   e n o u g h   t o   m a k e   m y   s k i n   t i n g l e   b u t   n o t   f r e e z e   m e   o u t .     I   w a s  floating on my back, enjoying the peace and quiet  w h e n   t h e   t a l l  young woman   w i t h   e x t r a o r d i n a r y   e y e s  padded along the side, waving.  She wore a tiny bikini, with two small lumps beneath the upper patches of material, and her bottoms hanging from pronounced hipbones.  There wasn't much meat on this girl.

"Hello?  Hi?"  

I pretended to ignore her.  After all, was there any upside in building a relationship now?  It was all risks and no reward.  

She dove in and swam over .     A t   h e r   h e i g h t ,   o n l y   o u r   f a c e s   s h o w e d ,   a n d   w e   c o u l d   b o t h   s t a n d.  She adjusted her top, which held two shot-glass-sized breasts.  "Hi," she repeated.  
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 I'd never gotten her name.  " Y o u ' r e   ? " 

 " C a r o l . "  She was shaking and twitching.  Was the water that cold, or was she that nervous?

"I remember you from the cocktail party."  Maybe that would put her at ease.  "What's up?"  Under the water, my dick, partially.

"You're a hard guy to find."

She had no idea how hard.  I couldn't take my eyes off hers.  They were like magnets.

She continued, "Well, see, last night, I was supposed to come to your room.  You were supposed to be my mentor."

"I was?"  That's why she'd cruised the hallway.  "But you didn't stop.  How come?"

"I'm not the smartest bean in the pod.  I was sure I'd make a mess of the whole mentor/mentee thing.  Are you angry?"

"No.  I had my hands full last night, despite your decision.  But thanks for telling me."  I expected her to swim off, but she stood her ground.

"Some of the other girls and me were chatting, last night and this morning at breakfast.  And they said stuff, from last night."

I didn't know the hotel served breakfast this early, or I might have opted for food in place of a swim.  Girl gossip is a dangerous thing.  "Really?"

"They said, oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this.  They said that some of the fathers got naked, and did things with them."

Precisely what Zenellis wanted.  "No kidding!"

"No!  I was just wondering, oh hell, why can't I say it?  If I'd shown up, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?"  Her face was red.

Of course.  "I don't know.  Would you have wanted to?"

She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest.  "I think so.  This is like, so awkward.  Is it too late?"

So, this young woman whose eyes I'd fallen into was asking me to get physical with her.  "Are you sure?  I don't want to force you or anything."

"It's just, well, I haven't dated much.  The boys seem to like girls with bigger breasts." The small lumps under her top bore witness.

"I think a woman can be attractive without large breasts."  I looked deep in her eyes.  I believed it.  I hoped she did too.  "But I need to be sure you're serious.  That, if we go back to my room, you won't run out screaming if I suggest we take our clothes off."

"Oh, I won't.  I am."  Her hand returned to my chest.

"All right then, prove it.  Put your hand on my penis."  A reasonable request, given the circumstances.

Her face got redder.  "Here?  Right now?"

"No one will see what you do under water.  Or were you just teasing me?"

"No, I wasn't teasing."  Her hand left my chest and touched my thigh.

"A little to the right."

"Silly, I know where it is."  She smiled as she slid her hand over.  I was almost at full length, bent in my swim trunks.

"You've got a stiffie!"  Without hesitation, she slid her hand into my trunks.  My erection popped free.  Her fingertips danced over the head.  "The tip feels like a light bulb."

No one had ever used that analogy before.  She continued to toy with my dick, running her fingers up and down.

"My turn," I announced.  I reached to touch her thigh.  She jumped back, out of reach.  "I was right.  You're a prick teaser."

Her grin widened. "You surprised me is all."  She moved back into range.  I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms.  I felt bones as I reached lower.  She'd shaved.  I snuck a finger between her cunt lips.  They were flat, almost non-existent.

"No one ever touched me down there."  Carol grimaced.  "Besides me."  Her hand surrounded the tip of my penis and made short strokes.  "Is this right?"  Her touch was gentle.

'Oh yes, very nice."  I slipped one finger into the crease.  She was dry, but the pool water provided some lubrication.  I flicked back and forth, hoping I'd stimulate her as well as she was doing me.

She bobbed up and down, as if to impale herself deeper on my finger.  I obliged.  Now it was halfway in.  Carol bounced, eyes shut, attempting to fuck herself on my digit.  Meanwhile, she was tugging the head of my dick, over and over.

My words were breathy.  "Are you trying get me to cum, right here?"

"Cum?  Oh God, you're going to spurt?  I'm doing it right?"

I thrust a second finger up her pussy and dragged my finger in the vicinity of her clit.  "Couldn't be better!"  I pushed my face at hers and kissed her with an urgency I didn't expect.

She let my dick bob free.  "Let's go to your room, now."

I had been so close to climax.  This was torture.  "Why not here?  We can slip off our suits -"

"I want to do it proper the first time, in a bed and everything."  She was pouting.

We waded through the deep water to the edge.  She threw a leg up as she climbed out.  Her exposed cunt lips peeked out from her displaced bottoms.  I pushed up on my arms and followed, grabbing the closest towel to hide my condition.

She knew right where the room was. I prayed that Harry had gotten up and gone to breakfast and not back to his room to fuck our daughters.  Oh well, who was I to complain?

In the room, Carol stood, hands behind her back, slightly pigeon-toed.  Was that her normal condition or had I caused it with my finger fucking?  Her hair was stringy wet and kind of sexy.

First things first.  I scanned the ceiling for the camera hole.  I grabbed a screwdriver and bounced up and down on the bed, poking holes in the ceiling.  After a dozen or so bounces, the camera hung loose by its wires.  I jerked the evil eye from the ceiling, ripping a line of plaster in its wake.  A quick clip severed the camera from its power and signal lines.  I had privacy. 

"One thing.  I have to keep my top on.  I don't want you to see my titties," she warned.

She was right.  You could hardly call those lumps under her top breasts.  

"All right."

"And you have to keep your eyes closed."

My erection was painful.  I needed relief.  Would she jerk me off, or let me climb between her bony hips?  "Fine."

I noticed that both Saroya and Zenellis had left their silver tubes laying on the floor.  Like father, like daughter, I guess.  Maybe they have people who follow them around and pick up after them?  I opened the nightstand drawer and tossed the tubes in.  "You'll find what you need in here."

I dropped my trunks and laid back on the bed, erection like a flagpole.  I closed my eyes.  "Okay, I'm ready."  I felt Carol climb on the bed after a minute of faint noise.  Had she removed her bikini?  I felt her fingers on my dick, slowly sliding the full length.

"It didn't feel this big in the pool."  Her exploration was too mild.  I wanted her to go back to the vigorous thumping that almost got me off.  I reached out, hoping to grab her, touch her, get her excited again.  My hand touched bare flesh.  An arm?  A leg?  I couldn't be sure.

Her legs rubbed against the outside of mine.  "The other girls said some of the fathers rubbed their stiffies against their pussies.  Is that okay?"

More than okay!  "If that's what you'd like."  

The bed bounced as she wiggled closer.  There was pressure on the tip of my prick against something.  "How's that?"

"Nice. Can I put it in, just a little?"

All the way, baby!  "Sure, but you might want to use something from the drawer."  No sense in getting this nave virgin pregnant.

I felt her shift again, reaching across me to get at the condoms.  

"Oh goodie.  This is what my father uses."

There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my erection.  Instead, one finger, maybe two, were applying something cool.  A gel?  I didn't remember any lubricants in the drawer.

I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was caught, I knew she's bolt.  The sensation of her fingers running up and down my erection was just too good.

I felt the pressure again.  There were no bottoms, just bare skin.  She pressed harder, and I raised my hips a bit to help.  "Ouch.  I need some more."  Her fingers returned, again with some gel.  "That should do it."  Something hit the nightstand.  Carol repositioned herself.  "Push a little."  I did, and made some forward progress.  She was coming down and I was pushing up.  The combination planted me halfway in, more than just the little bit she's asked for.  Her pussy was throbbing.  I could feel the blood vessels pulsing around my dick, massaging it, keeping it hard.

"Don't move," she ordered.  "I just want to see how it feels inside."  She squeezed her pussy.  "Ooh, I didn't think it would fit.  They were right.  It feels real good."

This was pleasant, but motion would be so much better.  I'd had my dick in at least two girls within the last 24 hours but no ejaculation.  I was aching.  My balls needed a release.

"That's enough."  Carol pulled back.

Huh?  Is that all she wanted?  I knew she was a prick teaser from the moment I looked at her.  Despite Carol's movement, we didn't decouple.  My prick stayed firmly lodged.  

"Okay, you can take it out now."  Carol's lifts and jerks didn't change the situation.

I scooted up on the bed, but I felt her body drag along.  

"Hey!  Cut it out!" she cried.

The hell with my promise.  I opened my eyes.  Carol was straddling me as I expected.  My dick had been coated with two colors of gel.  I glanced to the right.  Zenellis's tube of lubricant and Saroya's tube of FasTack lay on the nightstand.

"Did you use those?"

"Sure.  You said what I needed was in the drawer.  When I saw my mom and dad going it, they used a lubricant.  When I play with myself, I use Vaseline."

"One of those was a lubricant, but the other was an adhesive.  You've glued us together!"

Carol lifted a leg and tried to stand but my hips came off the bed.  "Hey, that hurts!"  I shouted.

She twitched and turned, eyes wide, mouth open as if to scream.  No matter which way she moved, we were a couple.  Well, coupled.  "You have to get it out.  Please take it out!  Oh God!"

Carol was frightened beyond rational thought.  I was a bit freaked myself.  As the adult, I had to maintain some semblance of sanity during this insane situation.  "Maybe we can break the bond without damaging either of us."

She was looking in all directions, as if someone would appear, throw a bucket of cold water on us, and we'd separate.   "What?  What?"

"If I move my penis in and out, maybe that will do the trick."  Certainly, sitting there with a skinny young woman glued to my groin wasn't going to solve itself, even if it was a pleasure looking into her eyes.  "You'll have to push down while I push up, like we did before," I explained.

Because the outer skin of my penis was glued to Carol's cunt, my dick could still slide in and out.  Carol grunted as she pressed, but with her meager weight and my position, there was no leverage.

"We need to roll over."

"Huh?"

"I'm heavier.  Maybe I can make some progress.  On three."

We rolled as one.

"Ouch, that hurt!" she cried.  "You put all of your weight on my thigh.  You probably left a bruise."

A small problem in light of our situation.  In the process, Carol's bikini top had shifted.  One tit, about the size of a ping-pong ball, was exposed.  It was 90% areola and nipple.  Quite erotic.  I felt my trapped penis pulse.  "Hold on."  Carol chose my ass.  I leaned in.  The first four inches was rubbing inside her, but the adhesion persisted.  I pulled back, using my knees for leverage.

"When you move, it feels like you're pulling my pussy inside out."

"Maybe smaller movements."  Saroya's dress had come apart after several trips under the bed.  Perhaps repetitive movement would work.  I envisioned a car piston, moving up and back.  I repeated short thrusts, over and over.  Carol's pussy obliged by rubbing against my prick, the part that was inside her.  Maybe we were only stuck around the entrance?  There!  Was that progress?  Had I inched my way deeper into her pussy?  I pulled back, with no success.  One more time.  Push.  Yes!  The bond was loosening, or my imagination was getting the better of me.

"You're going deeper!"

"Yes, but the glue is breaking free."

"So pull out!"

I scooted back but Carol slid down the bed with me.  And, her bikini top rolled up. Now both of her tits were exposed.  Had she noticed?

"Maybe if you moved with me, this would go faster."

"I can't."  There were tears in her eyes.  "I just wanted to feel what the others felt, that's all.  I didn't want this."

Now she tells me.  What did she expect, putting it in 'just a little'?  What's wrong with young women these days?  "It's a bit late for that, sweetie."

"Anyway, I'm too scared to be excited."

Her inflated nipples told a different story.  I'd never put a woman's whole breast in my mouth at the same time.  What the hell, when would I ever have this chance again?  I leaned forward and sucked one tit into my mouth, carefully shielding my teeth.

"Hey!  What are you doing?"

I thought it was quite obvious.  I tongued the nubbin as I sucked.

"Get your mouth off -"

I dragged my tongue over the surface.

"Stop it!"

Carol's hips wiggled.  She pressed harder against me.  I went deeper into her cunt, then pulled back.  Yes!  We had bidirectional movement.  Some more in, a little out.

Carol's pleas turned to coos, then moans.  Perhaps no one had tested the sensitivity of her two stubby tits.

After a dozen or so slides, Carol asked, "Is this fucking?"

"Yes," I panted, "This is fucking.  How does it feel?"

"Some of the others, ooh, they tried to tell me, ooh, but this -"

I did the same to her other tit, sucking hard and stimulating the nipple.

"Oh God, oh God."  Carol wrapped her legs around mine, bouncing as if we were on a trampoline.  "Fuck me!"

I was.  Fucking her, that is.  My strokes were longer, deeper, with no more withdrawal.  But I was concentrating on in and out, not just out.

"Do you like fucking me?" she asked.  The tears had stopped, replaced by a pleading expression.

It took no thought.  "Yes.  I do.  I love fucking you."  I was drowning in her eyes.

"Then fuck me, and don't stop."

This scared little girl had become a horny devil.  If she wanted to be fucked, and I was going to fuck her, no reason to hold back.  I threw myself into it, kissing her face, sparring with her tongue, licking her nipples.  It was all too much.  My balls churned.  I was going to cum, not just a dribble, but gushes, deep in this woman's cunt.  Then it struck me, we weren't using protection.  Was she on the pill?  The adhesive had me trapped, what was the point in asking?  I had to pray she wasn't fertile, and that timing was on my side.

I worked my hand down between us.  Her hand was already there, stimulating herself, so I grabbed her ass.  "Oh, this is so good.  It's never felt like this."  I expected she meant masturbation, not in comparison with another sex partner.  "Don't stop.  Oh God!""

Who was I to argue?  I was moments from cumming.  When her fingertips grazed my balls, which was all it took.  I pressed in as hard as I could, two, three, four deliberate thrusts, each one delivering a slimy gift.

"Wow!  That was awesome!"  Carol kissed me on my lips.  The innocence was gone from her eyes.  Now they reflected sensuality from her first real experience.   My penis refused to shrink, and we were still glued together.

The door to my room burst open.  Hadn't I locked it?  Of course I had, but that didn't stop the intruders, Zenellis with the same two guys as before, marching into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed.

The techie assistant with the PDA whispered in Zenellis's ear.  "Finally, Mr. Marcus, you are with your assigned young woman.  Don't worry, my dear, I will treat this as mutual consent, even if he dragged you here and -"

"I consented," interrupted Carol.  "Except we kinda got stuck."  I raised up, and her hips followed.

Zenellis glanced at the empty tubes on the nightstand and laughed.  "Quite an inventive use of FasTack, I must admit.  Bonding yourself to a young lady for prolonged intercourse."  He snapped his fingers.  The brute beside him reached into a coat pocket and produced a spray bottle.  "Always good to have the antidote, hmm?"  He took the bottle from his bodyguard.  "Up, please." 

I made some space between me and Carol's body.  Zenellis pumped the spray twice.  The liquid tingled, and my dick popped from her cunt.

"There!  All better," said Zenellis.  His eyes moved to the ceiling.  "Too bad we couldn't record your performance for posterity.  Don't worry about confirmation."  He addressed his geek assistant.  "Credit $25,000 to Carol's father's account."

I sat up and pulled a sheet over my groin.  I've never been an exhibitionist.  Just horny and lucky.  

Sure enough, Carol had a bruise on one thigh.  She repositioned her top and slid off the bed.  She reached down between her thighs.  "Ooh, you left a mess."

It was my sperm, mixed with remnants of lubricant and adhesive.

Zenellis snatched Carol's bikini bottoms from the floor.  "This is yours?"

She grabbed it and skittered off to the bathroom to clean up.

"Was this your big idea, Mr. Marcus?  FasTack as a sexual aid?  Because, if so, I am deeply disappointed.  Amused, for certain, but disappointed.  I will compensate you at the standard rate -"

Zenellis stopped in mid-sentence when Carol returned from the bathroom, barely covered.  He took her hand and kissed it.  "Perhaps I made an impulsive selection this year.  I hope to see you again, my dear."  He'd take Carol over Annie?  Shmuck, and a stubby one at that.

Carol pulled away, came towards the bed, leaned over and kissed me.

"Are you going to report back to your friends?" I asked.

"Nope."  She kissed me again.  "This was just between us."

And Zenellis and his two stooges, of course.  "Good."

Carol walked out, with a bounce to her hips I hadn't noticed before.  I wondered what young man, or adult for that matter, was going to benefit from Carol's new sensuality?  I'd bet she'd fuck someone else before she left the premises.

I turned my attention to Zenellis.  Three on one were lousy odds, and me naked at that.  "That wasn't my FasTack idea, and I won't accept your standard compensation, not for what I have."

Zenellis folded his arms across his chest.  " Y o u  ar e   v e r y   s u r e   o f   y o u r s e l f ,   M r .   M a r c u s .     C a n   I   c  a l l   y o u   H a r v e y ?     I t ' s   b e t t e r   i f   w e   a r e   f a m i l i a r ,   s o   t h a t   t h i n g s   d o   n o t   b e c o m e   p e r s o n a l . " 

 Zenellis's  l o g i c   e s c a p e d   m e .   Blackmail was probably the most personal crime I could think of, next to murder.  " Sure, call me whatever.  Fact is, I   h a v e   a   p h e n o m i n a l   a p p l i c a t i o n   idea f o r   F a s T a c k .     I t   w i l l   m a k e   y o u   b i l l i o n s !     G i v i n g   i t   a w a y   f o r   a   m e a s l e y   $ 50, 0 0 0   i s   c r a z y .     S o ,   I   c a n   l e t   t h e   i d e a   d i e   r i g h t   h e r e ,   o r   w e   c a n   t o   s o m e   m o r e   r e a s o n a b l e   t e r m s .     I n t e r e s t e d ? " 

"I am always interested in money.  B u t   h o w   c a n   w e   p r o c e e d ?     I f   y o u   t e l l   m e   t h e   i d e a ,   I   c a n   a l w a y s   c l a i m   t h a t   i t   w a s   a l r e a d y   s u g g e s t e d ,   o r   t h a t   m y   o w n   p e o p l e   c am e   u p   w i t h   i t   m o n t h s   a g o . "

 No risk, no reward, isn't that the rule?  " I   m a y   b e   a   f o o l ,   b u t   I ' m   t r u s t i n g   y o u .     Y o u   m a y   b e   a   t h i e f ,   s t e a l i n g   p e o p l e ' s   i d e a s   f o r   p e n n i e s ,   b u t  I judge you're   a n   h o n e s t   man . "

 " A n   h o n e s t   t h i e f ! "    Zenellis slapped his techie on the back and laughed.  The techie's glasses flew off.  He went down on his knees to locate them.  " Marvelous! " 

 " Y o u   s a i d   i t   e a r l i e r .     W a s t e d   o p p o r t u n i t i e s   a r e   a   s i n , and this product idea shouldn't be wasted."  H e r e ' s   g o e s   n o t h i n g .     " Ready?  M y idea is me d i c a l   a d h e s i v e .     F a s T a c k   r e p l a c e   s t i t c h e s .     I m a g i n e   a   t e m p o r a r y   b i n d i n g   t h a t   c a n   e a s i l y   b e   r e o p e n e d ,   i f   n e c e s s a r y . " 

 Z enellis stood   s i l e n t . 

 " Y o u ' v e   h e  a r d   t h is   b e f o r e ? " 

 " You are a good judge of character, Harvey.  I won't lie to you.  N o .   Quite novel.  And for this billion-dollar idea, you will receive standard compensation, $50,000.  Thank you, and good day. "   Zenellis moved toward the door with his two companions.

"Not so fast!"  Time to turn the tables on this blackmailer. "You don't want your Board of Directors or stockholders to know what you've done here, do you?"

"Grab a marvelous idea for a pittance?  They'll reward me for such cunning.  You were correct, Harvey.  You are a fool."

If I wasn't already pissed at Zenellis, that tipped the scale.  "I don't mean stealing my idea.  I mean orchestrating this fuckfest and videotaping it.  Would they give you a large bonus for that?"

Zenellis's cohorts had already left the room and he was halfway through the door.  "Your feeble word against mine.  Others tried and failed.  You'll suffer the same fate."  The door was half closed.

I had to shout.  "Did they have proof?  Like videos from   y o u r   l i t t l e    s e x   c a m p ?" 

 Zenellis pushed the door open and spun back to face me, his face red, or at least browner.  " W h a t ? " 

 " I  swiped  y o u r   d i s k   a r r a y ,   w i t h   a l l   o f   t h e   captured v i d e o   f e e d s  .     I n c l u d i n g   t h e   o n e   w h e r e   y o u   f u c k   l i t t l e   B r a n d i ' s   a s s   w i t h   y o u r   d i n k y   d i c k . "     F i n a l l y ,   I   g o t   t o   d e m e a n   s o m e o n e   e l s e ' s   o r g a n .     I t   f e l t   g o o d .   And, I had Zenellis's undivided attention.

"Impossible!  The room was guarded, and I had a technician babysitting the equipment."

"Well, when I walked up, the guard had deserted his post, and after forcing the lock, the room was unoccupied. Maybe your babysitter was in the bathroom or something.  Anyway, it was almost too easy."  I had to make sure Lore was in the clear.

 Zenellis strode back into the room, one arm waving.  It looked like he was going to sick his brute on me, except the brute was nowhere in sight.  " The disk drives.  W h e r e   a r e   t h e y ? " 

 " G o n e   f r o m   h e r e  .     S o m e p l a c e   y o u ' l l   n e v e r   f i n d   t h e m . "

 " I   d o n ' t   b e l i e v e   y o u ."  But, he stood there, waiting, perhaps for the next shoe to drop?

 " F i n e .     I ' l l   j u s t   s e n d   a   t a p e   t o   y o u r   B o a r d   o f   D i r e c t o r s   a n d   w e ' l l   s e e . " 

 Zenellis was sweating and  b r e a t h i n g   h e a v ily.    " A l l   r i g h t .     A l l   r i g h t . "    He grabbed the desk chair and plopped down.  And, he swung the door shut, leaving us alone.  For the first time since I'd met him, he looked like he'd been thrown for a loop.   " S u p p o s e ,   j u s t   s u p p o s e   y o u   h a v e   t h i s   e v i d e n c e .     I   h a v e   r e c o r d s ,   s w i p e d   I D   c a r d s ,   t h a t   d o c u m e n t   t h e s e   as c o n c e n t u a l   u n i o n s .  " 

 I had the trump card.  " I   d o n ' t   r e m e m b e r   y o u   s w i p i n g   a   c a rd   i n   m y   r o o m   w h e n   y o u   b u t t - f u c k e d   M i s s   C o c k s w o r t h .     N o p e . "   Hoisted by his own peccadillo.

 Zenellis   slumped.  I had him, dead to rights.     " S o ,   how much   d o   y o u   w a n t ,   i n   e x c h a n g e   f o r   t h e   d i s k    d r i v e s ?      N a m e   t h e   a m o u n t . " 

 These high rollers, always thinking they can buy their way out of a mess.  " O h ,   y o u ' r e   n e ve r   g e t t i n g   t h e m    b a c k .     I   m i g h t   g i v e   t h e m   t o   Sa r o y a ,   w h e n   I   t h i nk   s h e ' s   r e a d y   f o r   t h e m . "

 He bolted from the chair, fists clenched.  " N o !     S h e   c a n n o t   k n o w . " 

 T o o   l a t e ,   p a l .     " S h e ' s   v e r y   s m a r t ,   s m a r t e r   t h a n   y o u   g i v e   h e r   c r e d i t   f o r .     Y o u   d o n ' t   t h i n k   s h e   k n o w s   w h a t ' s   b e e n   h a p p e n i n g   a l l   t h e s e   y e a r s ?     A n d ,   t h a t   s h e ' s   b e e n   l e f t   o u t ,   i n t e n t i o n a l l y ? " 

 Zenellis retreated to his chair.  " I t   w a s   f o r   h e r   o w n   g o o d .     I   n e e d e d   t o   b u i l d   t h e   b u s i  ne s s   i n   a   c o s t   e f f e c t i v e   m a n n e r .   Besides, our product development department stinks."

 Why didn't he just fire them?  " A n d   w h a t   d o e s   f u c k i n g and filming   h a v e   t o   d o   w i t h   t h a t ? "

 " T h e   f i r s t   y e a r ,   t h e r e   w e r e   n o   m e n t o r s .     I   g a t h e r e d   i d e a s ,   s i m p l y, in well-run brainstorming sessions .    Subsequently,   w h e n   p r o d u c t s   c a m e   o u t ,   a n d   p e  o p l e ,   s m a r t   p e o p l e   l i k e   y o u ,   s a w   h o w   m u c h   t h e   c o m p a n y   w a s   m a k i n g ,   t h e y   c a m e   t o   m e  for their share, and  t h r e a t e n ing   t o   m a k e   t r o u b l e  if I didn't compensate them.    But I couldn't.  The profits were needed to grow the business.   S o   I   t h o u g h t ,   I   n e e d   l e v e r a g e .     I f   I   had   s o m e t h i n g   o v e r   t h e se people,   next time   t h e y  wouldn't dare  c h a l l e n g e   m e . " 

 " Li k e   I ' m   c h a l l e n g i n g   y o u ,   r i g h t ? "

Zenellis nodded.

"So how did you decide on father/daughter swapping?"

"My Chemistry Division came up with an aerosol that promotes natural pheromones.  It failed the FDA.  They said the results were unpredictable.  But in our testing, we found that the researchers had a predilection to flirting, even sexual intercourse, despite knowing they were being videotaped during the testing."

So that's what made the fathers susceptible to the drugged young ladies.  Probably piped in through the air vents.  Did that make sex with skin-and-bones Carol so erotic?

 Zenellis h u n g   h i s   h e a d .     "Y o u   s t i l l   h a v e n ' t   n a m e d   y o u r   t e r m s .     I ' l l   w r i t e   y o u   a   c h e c k .   Just tell me, am  I   t o   b e   b l a c k m a i l e d   f o r   t h e   r e s t   o f   m y   l i f e ?     T h r e a t e n e d   b y    h u m i l i a t i o n   a t   y o u r   w h i m ?   Or will you merely name your share of the profits?  Fifty percent perhaps?"

" F i v e   p e r c e n t   o f   n e t   p r o c e e d s . " 

 Zenellis shook his head and leaned closer.  " D i d   y o u   s a y   f i v e ? " 

 " Y o u   h e a r d   m e .     T h i s   w i l l   m a k e   b i l l i o n s ,   b u t   t h e r e   a r e   d ev e l o p m e n t   c o s t s ,   m a r k e t i n g   c o s t s ,   c l i n i c a l   t r i a l s ,   F D A   a p p r o v a l s   -   t h i s   i s   a l l   h a r d   s t u f f   t h a t   w i l l   t a k e   t i m e   a n d   e f f o r t   -   b y   y o u !     F i v e   p e r c e n t   i s   r e a s o n a b l e . " 

 A smile crept across Zenellis's face.  " A   b u s i n e s s m a n   a f t e r   m y   o w n   h e a r t . " 

 " I ' m   n o t   a n y t h i n g   l i k e   y o u . "     I ' d   n e v e r   a d m i t   t o   h i m   t h a t   w e   s h a r e d   a   d e s i r e   f o r   y o u n g e r   w o m e n .   "But you don't get off that easy.  There are a few other things."

"Of course, I should have expected this.  An executive position at the company, with an appropriately large salary?"

"Hell no!  I don't want to work with you, or even see you again.  You'll do funds transfers to me, once the products are being delivered."

Zenellis stood, opened the door and dragged his techie in.  "Then, name your terms, and Palmquist will record them."

 " I   w a n t   y o u   t o   p r o m i s e   t h a t   t h e r e   w i l l   b e   n o   r e t r i b u t i o n   a g a i n s t   H a r r y   C o c k s w o r t h ,   w h o   i n v i t e d   m e   t o   t h i s   a f f a i r . " 

 " He   d id   n o t   i n v i t e   y o u .     I   d i d .     M r .   C o c k s w o r t h   w a s   o n l y   d o i n g   w h a t   I ' d   a s k e d .     Not an issue . "

 H m m m .     W h a t   d i d   o l d   Z enellis  know about   m e ?   If he had some dirt, he wasn't using it to fight back.

 " W h a t   e l s e ? " Zenellis asked.

 " T h e r e ' s   a   y o u n g   l a d y   i n   y o u r   o r g a n i z a t i o n .    Lorraine Ambury.     Y o u ' l l   p r o m o t e   h e r   t o   P r o d u c t   M a n a g e r . " 

 "  All right.  Over  w h a t ? " 

"The division that develops the FasTack Stitchless Wound Binding Adhesive."  Lousy name, maybe a deadhead in Marketing could come up with something snappier.

"Terrific.  I am assigning someone I don't know to head up one of my biggest new divisions.  Is that it, or are there more?"

" N o   m o r e   o f   t h e s e   g e t - t o g e t h e r s . "

"Agreed. They have become more trouble than they are worth, especially when the likes of you attend.  Done?"

"One more thing.    T a k e   y o u r   l e a s h   o f f   S a r o y a .     S h e ' s   a   b i g   g i r l   n o w ,   o l d   e n o u g h   t o   m a k e  h e r   o w n   d e c i s i o n s . "     L i k e   w h o   t a k e s   h e r   t w e n t y - t h r e e   y e a r   o l d   c h e r r y . 

 " No one tells me how to raise my daughter!" Zenellis shouted.

I'd hit a raw nerve.  Understandable.  I don't like people talking about Annie.  "Take a look.  She's already a grown woman, and quite beautiful."

Zenellis raised an eyebrow.

"And no, I didn't lay a hand on her," I continued.  Technically, that wasn't true, but in context it was.  "But if she would have asked -"

"Pig!"

He should talk.  "Tell me, did you tape your sexual liaison with Annie?"

Zenellis took a deep breath.  I had him and my daughter on tape as well!  "I'll have my attorney draw up the papers. Five percent?  Ha!  I would have agreed to ten!  Amateur!"  Zenellis laughed and strutted out, like he'd been the winner.  Maybe with a billion dollar idea in his pocket, he was.
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When we loaded up Harry's vehicle, I grabbed the front seat, so I wouldn't have to fend off the twins again.  I didn't know about anybody else, but I was sexually fatigued.  A weekend away sounded nice, except I'd just had one.  The ride back home was exceptionally quiet.  I suppose the girls were all curious about what would happen next.

Harry verbalized it for all of us.  "We've just had a one-of-a-kind adventure.  And we all enjoyed ourselves, right?  But, what happens in Wisconsin, stays in Wisconsin.  Right?"

There was a collective sigh of relief.  Neither Harry nor I wanted Harriett or Joy to learn our intimacy with our daughters, or any other females we may have sampled for that matter.

Harry continued, "One thing, though.  I promised Harvey that, since I had sex with Annie, he could sleep with Randi."

Brandi piped up, "But Dad, Mr. Marcus -"

Randi gave her sister an elbow.

"I don't care," shot back Harry.  "A promise is a promise.  Besides, Annie's device allowed us to fulfill our desires, without hurting either of you.  You know that's the last thing I'd ever do, right?"

His daughters nodded and murmured an affirmative reply.

When I glanced into the back seat, Randi smiled and winked while Brandi pouted, her arms crossed.
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Harry pulled into his driveway.  Joy must have been watching from their front window, because she came outside immediately.  The girls ran from the car and hugged their mom.  Harry dragged all of their bags and suitcases behind, pausing to kiss his wife's cheek as he went into the house.

Annie ran across the street to our house, but was there only a moment before she was through the Cocksworth's front door.  I guess the trip had bonded the girls pretty intimately.  Annie would probably get back into Randi's panties before I could.

Joy wandered over, casually, hands behind her back.  That only made her breasts thrust out.  Too bad I'd failed to protect her daughters, as she'd asked.  No results, no reward.

"So, how was the trip?" she asked.

"Fine," I said.

She leaned closer without touching.  "Now, be honest.  Did Harry ream my girls with every inch of that foot-long monster dick of his?"

I thought for a moment about her question.  I needed to be honest, yet precise.  Harry had fucked his daughters.  That much was true.  But with the full length of his penis?  Nope, Annie's invention of a bulky cloth gasket had prevented that.  "No, Joy, he didn't."  Okay, it was a lie of omission.  She should have been more straight forward and asked 'Did he fuck my girls?' which I would have answered 'Yes.'

Joy's face lit up.  "Oh, you wonderful man."  Then her face got red.  "You're going to hold me to my promise, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Good!  I was praying for your success all weekend.  By the way, did you and Brandi -"

I nodded.

"Marvelous!  See you later."  She flipped me a kiss and skipped back into her house.

Well, that was an unexpected bonus.  Annie and I earned twenty-five thousand a piece for fucking and I'd be receiving five per cent after expenses from Zenellis Industries for their medical adhesive, whatever the choose to call it.  Quite a satisfying weekend, if I had to say so myself.

"Harvey?"  I wasn't six inches past the threshold when Harriett's voice bellowed from the kitchen.  "You're home earlier than I thought.  Get started on some of your chores before dinner."

Too bad making love to Joy wasn't on my wife's list.

(To be continued)

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