Any Chance We Could Ch. 38

I continued "Your CPA certificate over-qualifies you for a job like that but we're looking for a financial manager, if you will, to assist us in understanding tax ramifications and help monitor our investments. I'd expect that you'd prepare all financial statements that we may need to present when making leveraged investments and all tax returns, not only for the foundation, but our personal returns and any necessary business returns. As things move forward and if our investments go well, we'll continue to diversify which will demand more of your skills to manage the day to day matters.

"Through the foundation we'll give outright gifts to various nonprofits, many, particularly for gifts in excess of ten grand, would be given through invited requests for funding proposals. On behalf of the foundation we would expect you to review and summarize the RFPs, annual reports and grant updates for organizations we invite to apply. We don't see this being a foundation that is open for any applicants but ones where the foundation invites a potential recipient to submit a RFP."

Lauren nodded, "I can understand why you'd take that direction. I suspect that you'd be bombarded with a stack of requests otherwise."

I added, "It also allows us to follow our own interests rather than being wedged in by finely articulated and narrow guidelines. Now the job would be full-time but if you want to continue your sports officiating involvement we could easily work around that. Veronica and I are getting married in two weeks and for the week we're on our honeymoon we're doing an extensive expansion and renovation of this house. Even though I trust the contractor who has an impressive reputation, another pair of eyes wouldn't hurt either of us. While on our honeymoon in Florida I'll give you change order approval authority. I'll also expect by noon a daily email summary of the project's status as well as twelve to sixteen pictures of the progress. I'll give you a format to follow for the dailies and I'll want it to be no more than two hundred words."

"Two hundred words doesn't allow me to say to much," she said.

"Plenty can be said if it's well honed." After sipping my coffee I added, "A college friend of mine was taking a doctoral course and his professor had his students summarize in one-hundred words the prior week's three hours of lecture material."

"Wow, to identify the essence and hone it down you'd really get to know the material. I'd hate to have been in that class," she laughed.

"Within twenty-four hours of our return we'll expect a concise and frank four page report on your impression of the contractor. While we're confident that he'll provide quality work at a quality price, I may well use him on other projects, so we want to be absolutely certain he's the right business partner. I want an exercise room in the basement that'll be your responsibility to equip, and arrange for the necessary renovations. I'd like you to be the personal trainer for both of us as well as our daughters. I've checked you out and learned you have stellar academic credentials and a flawless personal history. In searching the web I found a ton of your pictures but no nudes. I'd appreciate it if you didn't post any more pictures if you come to work for us. I talked to Brad and he said I wouldn't regret offering you this position. I don't think I've covered everything, but now it's your turn for questions."

"I appreciate you offering me this opportunity. The broad overview you've just given intrigues me. A couple of other things I don't think I mentioned in the park Friday night. I have a mechanical bent and understand computers including networking as well as most office software. I restored and rebuilt the 1961 Corvette I drove today. I'm sure the job description you just gave is merely the tip of the iceberg. I suspect your investments will be successful and it won't be long before I have my hands full. I like the idea of being in on the ground floor of what could be an outstanding opportunity.

"If you do offer me the job, and I accept, I think I'd like to move closer. When my lease expired last month I went to a month to month agreement. I appreciate that you'd let me work my officiating gigs, they're a great form of mental and physical stimulation and they're a way for me to keep involved in sports that I love. I'll take down all pictures that are within my control. Of course I have no control over what friends and family have posted on their Facebook pages, or what others have downloaded and reposted."

"We both understand those things," Veronica smiled. "We don't want our financial professional to be the subject of unneeded gossip or ridicule over what's on the 'net. We expect you to be viewed as a smart and savvy professional by all with whom you interact."

Lauren nodded that she agreed.

As we were talking, she crossed and recrossed her legs, probably nerves, but I did notice a hose welt. Evidently she either liked wearing hose or had picked up that I liked them. Either way, her wearing them was a plus.

Veronica continued, "We're building an office/bedroom addition, a five car garage and on top of the garage will be a large studio for Scott's photography hobby/new business. We're adding space to the second floor bedrooms, enlarging this room and enclosing the pool to make it year around, and adding a new master suite wing atop the office/bedroom addition that will flank the one side of the pool."

"Goodness, how big an undertaking is this renovation?" asked Lauren

"There are a few change orders in the works but as of yesterday, about 1.2 million dollars."

"I'll bet your net worth is on the level of a lot of medium sized companies and it sounds like a challenge I'd like to take on. What is your net worth, if I can ask?" said Lauren.

"Combining our assets, Katrina's, and Ashley's whose assets you'll also help manage... in the neighborhood of just over two hundred fifty million." I smiled.

"You know when you start making gifts your popularity is going to increase. I would suggest that the foundation not have your name attached to it and that you use a PO box or a front office located a short distance from here. It'll help keep people from approaching you directly. Still, I could design a security system for the house and grounds. When I add jogging to your exercise routine, I can be armed if necessary when I run with you or anyone else in the family," she added.

We chatted in some more generalities for another forty-five minutes then Mary Claire came in and announced that snacks were ready. Lauren smiled when she noticed how Mary Claire was attired. We sat at the dining room table and Mary Claire served us a delicious variety of hot and cold nibbles and poured the wine.

As the conversation meandered Veronica said, "I'm picking up a lot of positive energy from you. I must caution you that there's a lot of sexual freedom in this home and if you have any reservations about observing consensual sex, nudity, revealing clothing, open bedroom doors tell us now."

After chewing and swallowing a bite she'd just put in her mouth she asked, "You mean you could be wandering around partially dressed and you could be making love most anywhere in the house, that kind of sexual freedom?"

"And not necessarily with Veronica, or she with me but that's about it," I said.

Looking at Veronica she asked, "You don't mind him playing with other women? And does that mean you play with women as well as men?"

"Yes, on both accounts," my love smiled.

"So if I wanted to spend part of the day only partially dressed, you wouldn't mind?" Veronica and I nodded. "Speaking of that I have your g-string in my purse," she smiled looking at Mary Claire before she went on, "You must have been very aroused when you took it off. It still smells wonderful."

"If you come to work for Dad I'll tell you why it smells so good," teased Mary Claire as she bent over to refresh Lauren's coffee.

"When I'm home alone I frequently wear a tee shirt and flats or heels, and nothing more. I have a fetish for negligee gowns, and while I don't have a large selection I often wear them instead," she paused to allow the images in our minds to take hold. Then she smiled, "Could I do that here?"

"Of course. We can agree on the dress code later," I smiled.

Looking at me Veronica smiled, "I think we could help to substantially increase your selection with a generous clothing allowance. I'd love to help you."

"You have to be kidding? I'd love it," she giggled.

"How much do you make during tax season? I assume they pay you by the hour for your tax work?"

"Forty to sixty dollars an hour," she replied.

"Annually, that's about a hundred thousand dollars. But you don't work at that rate year around. But if you'd be willing to devote yourself to us, for however many hours it would take, with time off for officiating would you do it for, say, one seventy-five a year? I'll give you a 'signing bonus' of five thousand and make maximum contributions every year to a retirement plan and provide medical insurance. You could live here in the self-contained apartment attached to the office wing and have free run of this house," I said.

Her eyes widened as I continued, "Veronica and I are adamant that pretty is as pretty does and I'd expect you to dress appropriately for any outside visits and visitors. You'll also be expected to alert all of us well in advance of any scheduled visitors. I'll expect that you'll also be fashionably dressed and accessorized for all business meetings. Therefore as Veronica has suggested I'll also give you an unlimited clothing allowance and Veronica will help you shop if asked. You may also use your allowance for items of any nature that'll be worn at the office when you're alone or only my family is around." Her eyes glimmered with that news. "Included would be necessary jewelry to complement an outfit. Any jewelry purchases over a thousand dollars per item would have to be approved by Veronica."

After a pause I continued, "You'll also have a BMW that will be primarily yours for personal and business use. For now you may want to garage your Corvette in one of those storage places and just drive it on nice days and special occasions. Down the line we may end up building a second garage where it could be parked along with a few other special cars Veronica and I are likely to buy in the coming year or so. As mentioned earlier, at lunch today I made an offer to hire a personal assistant to do the routine tasks that you're over-qualified for. I think that about covers it, interested?"

"My God, yes. Can I participate in the sex activities, if anyone's interested in me that is?" she asked in a rising tone of voice. "Can I start right now? Do you want me to undress?"

"Yes, to both the questions, but don't feel the need to undress. The bedroom won't be ready until near the end of the month."

"Oh, I don't know about the 'no' to undressing. I wouldn't mind seeing her disrobe in a sexy way. What about you Mary Claire?" asked Veronica.

"Well, then at the very least I'd like to see your legs," I grinned.

"I think my legs and my ass are my best features," Lauren said as she stood and moved around to our side of the table. Then she slowly removed her jacket while swaying her hips and unfastening her skirt, letting it fall. She stepped out of the puddle and pirouetted with her hands on her hips. She stopped with her back to us and grinned over her shoulder. She had on light tan garter stockings, a white garter belt and a white g-string. Her sweater hem just skimmed the top of her garter belt. Her legs and her ass were wonderfully toned and as she raised up on her toes a bit her muscular calves became more defined. "Like?" she asked turning back to face Mary Claire and Veronica.

"Yum," said Veronica licking her lips.

"Now let's see your tits," Mary Claire grinned.

Lauren looked briefly at Veronica before she began slowly lifting her sweater and enticingly gyrated her hips. She slowly raised the bottom hem and tantalizingly revealed her sheer bra. She approached Mary Claire and bent in front of her, seeing Mary Claire's eyes focused on her breasts, she smiled before pulling a bra cup down revealing a very hard nipple. She then stood up, pulled the cup back up, stood in front of Veronica pushing them together asking, "Like 'em? Natural C cup. "

"Very, very nice. Nice size, wonderful shape, look tasty," remarked Veronica with a gleam in her eyes.

"From the glint in your eye I see that you really enjoy playing with other woman," Lauren grinned. "I do too and if a morning or afternoon break involves a Veronica snack," and as she looked at me, "or a Scott snack, or a daughter snack I doubt I'll ever want to leave your employ."

"Dad and I fucked in your car Friday night. That's what happened to my underwear. Keep it if you want," said Mary Claire.

"I shall and hope someday to taste the source first hand," she turned to grin at Mary Claire.

"Ooh," shivered Mary Claire, "just any old time. Stick out your tongue and I'll sit on it."

"Shall we adjourn to my desk in the den and start to review where we are?" I asked.

Lauren pulled her sweater back down, but left her skirt off. She bent to pick it up and flung it over her shoulder.

As we walked into the den Lauren turned to Veronica and asked, "Tell me about your boundaries, if any, of 'sexual freedom' I'm intrigued."

"There are just a few. Most important is what happens between us, any of us, stays between all of us. Feel free to share your sexual wants and desires with any of us but don't expect any privacy. We're not jealous, but if you want to sleep with Scott I'd like to know, preferably before you do. I've yet to turn down an offer to fuck either one or both of us. I expect that outside this house you'll act with your most professional demeanor, but inside the house feel free to do as you wish. The common areas of our home and particularly the master suite are my domain. Or as a friend of mine has put it, I'm to be the queen bitch of my bed and home. That said, your office and apartment is your domain just as Ashley and Katrina's bedroom is theirs. If I play with them there, I respect their rules."

"Tell me about your family, who lives here?"

"Our two other daughters you met Friday night, Katrina and Ashley. Cindy Monroe, a wonderful young lady, drifts in and out usually lives here on weekends. Carol McDonough a long-time friend of mine moved in Sunday and looks to be here for the long haul. Mary Claire also will be here for a long time I expect," smiled Veronica.

"Is Mary Claire another daughter, I noticed she calls you mom and dad," asked Lauren.

"No, we're not related, but that's okay, she can call us whatever she wants. She cooks and cleans and hopefully will go to Washington University next spring."

Lauren did share with us that tomorrow would be her last driving assignment and fittingly it was to take us and another couple to dinner. She did make a suggestion I didn't think about. If I was considering building another garage I should also consider buying my own limousine which she'd be happy to drive. Mary Claire added that she'd be interested in being our driver too. Before I could answer Veronica said that it was a good idea but we'd take some time to decide what type of vehicle to order.

"May I ask you one more question?" asked Lauren. "You've interviewed me together. Do you do most everything together?"

"Simply put, yes," broadly smiled Veronica.

"That's wonderful. It's wonderful that you're so comfortable with each other. I think I'm going to like it here," grinned Lauren.

Veronica invited her to stay for dinner tonight but she had a driving assignment tonight as well. After another hour or so of discussion with all three of us trading questions and answers she stood saying that she needed to leave. I must say that having a conversation with her without a skirt on was distracting, especially since she wasn't too careful about keeping her knees together. Veronica seemed to be enjoying the show as much as I. Lauren hugged us both after putting her skirt back on and asked, "Will eight tomorrow morning be too early for me to start?"

"If we aren't up, one of the girls probably will be, so yes that'd be fine," Veronica replied. "We'll give you a key then."

"Can I tell my Dad," she excitedly asked.

"Of course. Your coming to work for us isn't intended to be a secret," I smiled. "Oh, before I forget, plan on being here Saturday morning about eight for a construction update. We'll have a meeting soon with the former shareholders about tax ramifications, so you'll need to start preparing your ideas for us to consider to minimize taxes so we can implement them before the end of year. If you'll put together a list of questions for tax treatment of closely held stock sales we can talk in the morning and I'll dig up my prior year returns."

After shutting the front door Veronica put her arms around my neck and after softly kissing me asked, "Are you looking forward to fucking her as much as I am?"

"Yes," I replied grinning.

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Ashley and Katrina knocked on Evie's door which was labeled "Dr Evelyn Graham, Professor of Marriage and Family, School of Social Work. A voice from inside responded with "Come in."

Both extended their hands as Evie walked from behind her desk to greet them. "Sit please," said Evie motioning to a large couch. She turned one of the side chairs from in front of her desk and sat facing them.

After exchanging a few pleasantries Katrina asked, "Do you think you'll have time to talk about a puzzle that Ashley and I have that's not related to Mom and Dad getting married?"

"Of course, I'm glad that you feel comfortable enough to ask. Veronica and Scott must have said some nice things about me," smiled Evie. "I can readily extend our time together to do just that."

For the next hour Evie reviewed the major areas of contention that usually arise when step-children are involved in a marriage. She was able to weave enough into the discussion that led her to some conclusions about the second ceremony on the sixteenth. Her unspoken conclusions that she would later share with both parents was that Katrina and Ashley were deeply in love and had very strong commitments to one another. So strong that after answering a brief survey on separate computers that there was no hesitation on her part to conduct the ceremony.

"You both certainly reflect the values of each of your parents, who are probably one of the most perfectly matched couples I've ever counseled. I think you'll be part of the 'perfect marriage'," she concluded. "Now what's the conundrum that you have?"

Katrina began, "My Mom, my biological mother, who used to be called Marty but now goes by Cathleen Morris, was visiting my new Mom, Veronica, and one thing led to another and Cathleen, Dad, and Mom wound up in bed. Did I confuse you yet?"

"No, go on," replied Evie in a non-committal tone of voice.

"When we got home from classes I didn't realize that Cathleen, Mom and Dad were in bed because when I walked into their bedroom Cathleen was in the bathroom. When she came out I was kissing Dad and my face was covered with my hair. When I sat up we of course recognized each other. I was angry at first but Veronica and Dad calmed me down and we had a rational meeting of the minds. Carol came home a bit later and she and Cathleen knew each other. Cathleen then told us about the swingers group that she belonged to and that's how she knew Carol. Anyway, Ashley and I kinda seduced Cathleen and she spent the night in our bed," continued Katrina.

"Carol McDonough?" asked Evie.

"Yes. While the three of us were enjoying each other, one of us playfully referred to her as a 'hot bitch'. From that point on she became more submissive and wanted, in her words, 'to be our bitch'. We thought she was playing some sort of game and played along. The more excited and hot she became, the more we became the same. Me ordering her around was all in the nature of good fun, or so I thought. The next morning she took us into the shower and asked us to pee on her and told us that she was truly our bitch. That's when it became scary and we started to think it was more than a game.