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While Veronica, Cheryl and Lauren were filling coffee cups in the kitchen Veronica asked Cheryl if she'd reserved a limo for Saturday. When Cheryl replied that she hadn't Veronica asked her to do so, for four. "We're having dinner with Hazel and Emerson and then hopefully going to a strip club after," smiled Veronica over the top of her coffee cup.
"Oh, really, I thought that would be a no-no for Hazel," frowned Lauren.
"I think she's ready to expand her horizons some more, but we'll know for sure during dinner," smiled Veronica
"Since you'll get Rose, have her take you to the Hollywood Show Club in Washington Park. She used to dance there and could probably wheedle a private room for the four of you to enjoy lap dances," advised Lauren.
"Does she still work there?" asked Cheryl. "And how do you know that she did?"
"Dad and I got to know her a few years back when we'd take our debauchery out of the house and tour the strip clubs. Dad knew I enjoyed looking at ladies so he thought I'd enjoy the club as much as my step-mom. He was right. Rose caught all of our eyes. She usually would do several lap dances for all us. As her kids got older and her husband got more successful she began winding down her 'career'. She still dances for her husband to keep toned and loves it. Especially for the arousal factor it gives both of them. She started driving after she stopped stripping because she enjoys people contact and she could use the money she earned to pay for their annual trips to Europe. I think that once in awhile when her husband and her are on vacation just for the fun of it she enters a contest or two if there is one going on at a nearby club," explained a grinning Lauren.
"How many kids? How old?" asked Veronica.
"Two, fifteen and sixteen, a boy and a girl, I think the girl's the oldest. Rose married at eighteen, so she's probably four years older than me. Nice husband who was just a truck driver at the time and wanting to own his own short-haul firm which he does today. He didn't mind her stripping and doesn't mind her driving and the kids are now old enough to stay at home alone," answered Lauren.
"Do the kids know she was a dancer?" asked Cheryl.
Lauren nodded, "I think so. Two years ago she was thinking about telling them but I'm not sure whether she did."
At eleven forty-five I joined my bevy in the den, Veronica was reading the Wall Street Journal with her legs folded under her. Cheryl was sitting at the desk kind of sideways making a list of some sort on her laptop. Cheryl's legs were crossed and her wrap skirt was draped on either side of her legs, revealing her creamy white thighs above her stocking welts. Lauren's blouse was unbuttoned and sagged open as she worked at something on her laptop. "We need to leave in about fifteen minutes if you still want to go with me for lunch with George," I said.
"Give me a two or three minutes to finish reading this column about the housing boom and early signs of the looming mortgage crisis in California. It should take me just a few minutes to put on lipstick," Veronica replied. Two minutes later straightening her legs and putting the paper aside she asked, "Do I need to change?"
"Not on my account, you always look very 'finished' sweetheart," I replied. Both Cheryl and Lauren lifted their heads at that comment and smiled
As she walked past me for the stairs she dropped the paper on my lap, "You may want to read this article."
Within the hour, as we entered the restaurant we immediately recognized Jeanine across the room and Veronica and I started towards them. "Did you know she was coming?" asked Veronica under her breath.
"No, he hadn't said, but then again I didn't tell him you were coming," I whispered back.
As we approached the table George slowly stood and holding onto the back of his chair extended his free hand introducing himself and I introduced Veronica to him. He sat and I sat across from him with our women on either side across from each other.
"Are you the type of couple that does everything together?" George asked broadly smiling.
"Yes, you as well?" Veronica nodded towards Jeanine.
"As much as possible, yes."
Over a delightful lunch we revealed our backgrounds to the other couple and theirs to us. After nine and half years George had just been made a senior partner in a large Clayton law firm that specialized in tort litigation. Jeanine had been an automotive mechanic, trained at Rankin Technical College and they'd met at one of the summer concerts in the quad at Washington University. She'd moved into automobile sales from the service department when a position became vacant, and her abilities at both endeavors were highly praised by her husband. I'll bet she and Lauren could trade some tales, I thought. He briefly explained his two tours, one in Iraq and one in Afghanistan, as an Air National Guard JAG officer. We talked briefly about our wedding and our extended family much to their amusement about how we came to have four daughters with less than a year's spread between their ages.
They seemed to be deeply in love and deeply respectful of each other with occasional brushing of hands and lingering looks at one another. I think Veronica and I imparted the same to them.
After about an hour George mentioned he needed to get back for a conference call, asked for the check and we shook hands all around while effusing how nice it had been to meet each other. As they proceeded us out of the dining room I noticed Lauren standing next to a table with her hand raised looking at us. When she'd caught my eye she motioned us over, then remained standing as we approached. Her companions were a man and a woman.
As we approached her table both stood, the man introduced himself as Sean Fitzwater. He was a few inches taller than me with thinning red hair and starting to go bald on top. His companion, actually his wife, was D'Nisha Grace-Fitzwater. She was a bit shorter than Lauren. After making introductions all around we sat. I looked at D'Nisha taking in her classic light ebony features and admired her shoulder length blond streaked auburn hair that flipped as it sat on her shoulders.
"Do you go by D'Nisha Grace or is it part of your married name?" asked Veronica. "I ask only because one of our daughter's name is Mary Claire and she prefers the use of both names."
"Call me D'Nisha, please," she responded. "Grace is my maiden name."
Lauren explained that they were both attorneys and had been suggested to her by her co-ref last night. "They're partners in a small firm, Sean's a litigator, D'Nisha's a not-for-profit specialist and a trust attorney" explained Lauren.
His accent suggested that he was from New England, and he looked to be in his mid 40s and she at least ten years younger. I asked, "So tell me about yourselves and what drew you into law."
Sean nodded, "I hail from Scituate Massachusetts which is near Boston and D'Nisha is from Muscatine Iowa. We met during our first weeks at law school and by that winter we were engaged to be married in early the next August. I started law school later than normal. I dropped out of college in my junior year in an electrical engineering program to care for my widowed father who was badly injured in an accident where a semi truck driver lost control. The insurance company took years to settle and cover his medical bills. What dad went through to get compensated is what drew me into law."
"As Sean indicated, we meet in law school and fell madly in love. My parents were not too happy about me marrying a white man but Sean soon won them over. Now my parents tell me that they day I said yes to him was the best decision I'd ever made," D'Nisha laughed. "I grew up in a family that had little. My mother and father lived in subsidized housing. Mom cleaned rooms at a local hotel and dad was a janitor in an elementary school. They taught me the value of hard work, family and community. Throughout my youth I attended a number of not-for-profit after-school programs and activities for youth. Those programs helped to keep me focused on my studies and out of trouble. Going into not-for-profit law and helping low income folks with basic wills on a pro-bono basis is my way of giving back to those organizations."
"In our final year Sean and I were recruited by an alumus of our law school and we moved here to join the firm he started three years before after leaving another firm in the area," D'Nisha explained.
"We've been with the firm for a little over eight years now and our case load has become overwhelming. We're expanding our practice over the next two years by bringing on a few more lawyers. With Gerald's heart attack last month, he's our other senior partner and the one who recruited us, we're now looking for an experienced lawyer to take over managing the office, billing and assigning cases."
D'Nisha talked to us about what she does for not-for-profits and how she could help us while in return we explained our needs and filled in what few blanks Lauren hadn't yet covered. As we finished our conversation and began to take leave, Lauren followed us to the door and asked, "Was I presumptuous in talking to them?"
"No. No, you weren't. I told you to take the lead and you did. I prefer to tell you what's the primary goal and then give you broad authority to get us there. You continue to impress us Lauren. I'm comfortable with them. Get a working agreement from her if you're satisfied she'll perform. Then get it to us for our signatures," I replied.
"We're going to call the foundation the 'Kappa Foundation'," smiled Veronica. "My college sorority was KKG."
As we walked to the car hand in hand Veronica grinned while squeezing my hand and said, "I'll bet you'd like a bit of chocolate in our bed. I know I wouldn't mind dipping my tongue into some."
"How do you know she'll even be interested?" I asked.
"Once you turn on your charm, she'll be interested. I get this vibe from her," laughed Veronica.
With a raised eyebrow I replied "What vibe? I didn't notice anything."
"Of course not, you're a man." Rather than express any reservations, I decided to let it drop.
We'd stopped to do a bit of shopping at Macy's and when we got back home both Ashley and Katrina were home from classes. I asked Cheryl if she knew anything about the van in the driveway across the street and she explained that a crew from a cleaning service was doing a thorough cleaning so a four man moving crew could move our stuff into it on Monday. She also mentioned that Lauren was wondering if she and Mary Claire could stay there until they could move back into this house. "Sure, you and your kids are welcome as well," laughed Veronica.
I took Veronica's hand and said, "Let's walk over, you haven't seen the inside yet have you? Girls, why don't you come with us." The five of us walked down our driveway and up the one across the street. Ashley was holding my left hand and Veronica my right.
As we walked up the drive Veronica told Cheryl, "When we get back to the house, we'll make a list of the new items that'll be coming when the work is done and what items can then stay over here."
The front door was unlocked and we walked in. There were four women in work clothes throughout the house. It smelled fresher and the windows were clearer than they'd been when Amy Anne had taken me through the house. The kitchen was immaculate and the one bathroom I looked into was in the process of being thoroughly cleaned. The five of us wandered about the inside of the house for awhile, then out to the deck in the back. Veronica was leaning against the railing next to me and asked, "Are you going to offer this to the girls?"
"I'd thought about it, if they're not ready to move out I'll rent it for awhile," I replied.
Cheryl joined us, saying, "If I didn't have the condo in Kirkwood, I'd seriously consider living in a house like this in our, ... your, neighborhood. It's nice here, surrounded by trees and on top of this hill. Other than working for the two of you and your family, just coming to your house every day really is a perk of my job," she smiled.
As we walked back home Ashley and Katrina were very complimentary about the house, the setting and the layout but I didn't hear a desire from them to live there.
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"He's a nice guy, ... so's Veronica isn't she?" asked Jeanine.
"Very pretty. Of course, not as pretty as you, but a very attractive woman," smiled George. "It's interesting that they came together."
"Why? We came together. Didn't you tell him I was going to be there?" asked Jeanine.
"No. I guess in my mind it was going to be a 'test'. I wanted to gauge a mutual attraction, but all I saw was mutual respect from both of them. I guess if he's to become my surrogate penis, I won't need to worry about losing you to him, seeing the way he and Veronica's obviously feel about each other."
"God, George, are you always in litigator mode?" Jeanine laughed.
"Hard to shift gears sometimes, my love, but if you want to go through with a sex-only coupling, I think I can endorse you doing it with him," he replied.
"My God, you make it sound so sterile. I'd like to flat out fuck him and have him thoroughly fuck me back and then continue to spend every night in our bed with you. I don't intend to bring him to our bed, nor ever spend the night with him. Just have sex. Remember when Fred and Gracie tried to get us to swing with them? It was only going to be sex and you were favorably considering it as I recall. Besides they moved four years ago, or perhaps I'd have suggested talking to them. Scott seems to be passionate, yet gentle. And yeah, I'd like to find out," emphasized Jeanine.
"So, what do we do now? Call him and say if it's okay with Veronica that you want to fuck him?" asked George.
"Well, I think I can be a bit more subtle than that, but yes, that should be the next approach. I'll get in touch with them. And yes, you'll know before I do anything with him," smiled Jeanine. "You have that funny look on your face."
"You know what I'm thinking," he replied.
She half teasingly and half seriously replied, "Not that again!"
"Why not? At least think about it."
"Men!"
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Ashley and I were sitting on the couch talking to Lauren and Cheryl, when Mary Claire came in and threw herself down on the other side of me. "Some people's kids," she huffed.
"What?" I asked.
"When I was filling up at QT this guy in a Mustang, probably Lauren's age, kept leering at me from the next pump. He wouldn't stop talking about how beautiful I was and how he'd like to take me out. I ignored him as much as I could and finally told him to leave me alone or I'd push the button on the call box to get someone to come out and make him stop. He became quite crude after I said that. So I pushed the button asking for help. A County cop who was inside heard me and came out. As soon as he appeared the guy shut up. The cop stayed with me until he left then offered to follow me home to make sure the guy didn't try to follow me. He trailed me to the foot of our street and the guy never made an appearance. I waved a 'thank you' and the cop returned it as he hung a U and headed back."
"Sorry," I said. "Come here, let me hold you."
"It was unnerving," softly said Mary Claire. "After all what we were taught in school about sexual harassment and respect you'd think the guy would know better."
"It has made a difference," Cheryl added. "It's better today than when I was your age, but I guess there are disrespectful jerks who no matter what they're taught still demonstrate why they're jerks."
"It was a good thing for him that I wasn't with you. Had I been he'd still be bent over holding his nuts," tersely said Lauren.
"Hungry? Thirsty?" asked Mary Claire.
"Sure," replied Cheryl, "can I fix anyone something to drink."
"Let me help," smiled Mary Claire kissing me and standing up. "Who wants what? How about some cheese and crackers as well."
I asked for sweet tea, Veronica the same, Lauren and Katrina leaded Pepsi, and Ashley and Cheryl, unleaded. As we waited Veronica took Mary Claire's place on one side of me and Ashley turned a bit and put the side of her folded legs atop my thigh and began nibbling on my earlobe. "Miss me," I asked.
"No, not really, just loving on you a bit. You are such a turn-on. Even to be next to you is exciting," she softly teased into my ear.
"I'll bet she wants something," smiled Veronica.
"Just his love and affection forever," lightly laughed Ashley.
"Easy to do, you've had it since your Mom and I met. Same as she feels about Katrina. You two girls are the lights of our life, that'll never change," I smiled just before kissing her with an open mouth.
"I, ... we, know how you both feel, I just wanted to hear you say it," murmured Ashley.
Mary Claire brought in the tray of cheese and crackers with Cheryl behind her with a tray of drinks.. After setting the second tray on the coffee table she handed the drinks around. Noticing that Lauren's blouse was unbuttoned again she hastily dried her hand on a napkin, bent down and kissed Lauren and grasped her breast.
"Ooooh, your hand's cold. Love your touch though, thanks," grinned Lauren as she turned her head to kiss Cheryl.
"Mary Claire, you were the last one home, any workmen outside?" I asked.
"Keith was talking to some guy at a truck, then as he drove off I saw Keith walking to the back of the house," she replied.
As we heard the basement door slam, Lauren buttoned her blouse and Cheryl covered her legs. A moment later Keith rapped on the door frame to the den. A split second later Katrina said, "Come on in."
Keith walked into the room and with a big smile said, "It's hard to take in all the beauty in this room. You women all look so lovely."
All but Mary Claire replied with a cheery "Thank you." She was a tad dour because of the earlier event at the gas station, I guessed.
After turning down Veronica's offer of a drink and some cheese and crackers he said, "Love too, but the plumbing supplier closes in half an hour and I need to check on some items. The gas was hooked up to the on-demand heater so you should see a big difference now. I have one and love it for its endless hot water. We won't install the in-shower programmable temperature control in the master shower until it's redone while you're on your honeymoon. Oh, I'm bringing my wife, with me in the morning. Dave's out of town so you get me for the status update, ... and Joy instead. Hope that's alright," he smiled.
"Yes, of course," I smiled. "See you then."
After he left the general consensus of my brood was that he was hot, hot and they'd love to get to 'know' him better. I informed them that both he and his wife were swingers and I expected that Joy would join Veronica and I in bed sometime tomorrow morning. "Don't worry, I'll turn on the cameras and you can watch later."
Ashley unbuttoned her blouse, unfastened her front hook bra and said "Love 'em for a few minutes if you'd please." As the other women were carrying on a conversation essentially about what Keith's 'package' might look like I did exactly what had been asked of me, just like a doting father should.
"How do you know they're swingers?" asked Cheryl.
"I stopped by Dave's office yesterday. Joy does his job scheduling, and one thing led to another and she propositioned me and invited me to do her on her desk. I asked what would happen if Keith returned, and she told me that they both played with the knowledge of the other. She also mentioned that Keith would probably do you if you wanted," I smiled at Veronica.
"Now why would I want to do that?" demurely smiled Veronica. "Do you think I'd let him in my panties just because he's a hunk?"
"And why wouldn't you," Katrina smiled mimicking her expression. "I'd do him."
