Descendant of Baccus Pt. 14

Chapter 14

2's Company, 8's An Orgy

I got home a bit before seven and was pleased to find Savannah ready. She looked absolutely perfect dressed in the same elegant yet simple black dress with the same classic string of pearls resting at the base of her neck. Her hair was loose and shimmering in the evening light. Her nails were done in understated colors with just the slightest hint of a gold streak cutting across each. Her makeup was modestly applied with just a bit of highlight to enhance her wonderful eyes. She was the perfect image of a woman who had class and the benefit of good breeding.

I led her into the den.

"Savannah, I have a critical assignment for you this weekend. I need you to listen carefully and carry out my instructions precisely. How you perform this weekend could mean the difference between life and death for the wife of the gentlemen you will be servicing this weekend." I was sounding very dramatic and it was. If she failed to convince Philippe that reeducating his wife was an option then I would probably be forced to help him execute his original plan. Just the thought of that left a foul taste in my mouth.

I explained the entire situation. I left no details out. She would need to know exactly what was at stake if this was going to work.

"So then, I need you to be the perfect partner in public and the perfect slave in private. You will refer to him as Master when in private. You will respond to his demands as if it was me you were servicing. When in public, you need to be charming and engaging. Your goal is to sell the qualities of your master. Make people want to be near him. Even if it's only to be closer to you, they must want to be involved with him. A good woman can make the difference between closing business deals and loosing them. Show him how effective you can be on his behalf." She had listened intently to every word and my probe revealed only one doubt.

"Master, I will do my very best. I'm just concerned about my lack of knowledge about his business. I enjoy wine but I'm certainly no expert. I'm not sure how I can compensate for my ignorance." It was a fair point with a simple solution.

"Savannah, Philippe will not expect you to be a wine expert. Should you find yourself in a difficult position simply defer to him. Remember, you are selling him. Humbly defer the question to him and give him the chance to demonstrate his expertise. You charm them and let him wow them."

"I understand Master. I will do my best."

"Let's see what you've packed."

"My bags are in the entry way Master. Just a second and I'll grab them." She ran off and returned with two bags. The first was a shoulder bag that was intended for a trip to the gym. The second was a garment bag that was just the right size for a couple of days.

"Show me the clothes first."

With a quick, "yes Master" she opened the garment bag. She had packed another dress that was similarly elegant in style but cut with a slightly lower neckline and a plunging back. It was a soft blue and seemed to be made of silk. Below that, she had packed a gown. This was full-length and form fit. It was made of a shimmering material in various shades of gray and silver and was strapless. She had also packed a pair of dress slacks and a white blouse that was obviously meant for more casual occasions. She had a pair of shoes for each outfit and three sets of underwear that included a bra, garter belt and stockings. She had a small bag with various types of makeup and other toiletries and that was it. Unlike most women, she had packed only the essentials.

"I'm pleased with your choices. Now show me the bag of tricks." She flushed a bit but moved quickly to get the second bag opened.

This one contained a riding crop, a whip and a paddle just in case she required punishment. To this she added two dildos, one large and one gigantic, two butt plugs, also large and larger, a vibrator, various lengths of rope and a set of nipple clamps. It looked like just enough to keep Philippe busy and happy.

"Who chose these items?" I wondered if Mom had helped her.

"I did Master. I hope I did Ok."

"You did fine. Now get this all packed again. The car will be here in 10 minutes. Make me proud." I had a good feeling about this. If anyone could pull this off Savannah was the one.

I gave her a quick kiss and left her to get ready. I needed to get showered and on my way to Mac's and I didn't have much time if I was going to arrive by eight as promised. Unfortunately Carrie caught up with me.

She was electric and almost knocked me over as she ran and jumped in my arms. I just managed to recover my balance as she wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me deeply. I knew immediately what this was all about and it wasn't just the fact that she missed me.

"I'm ovulating. We can make a baby. Please, let's make a baby." It was so tempting. One short step and we'd be in my room and a few more steps and we'd be on the bed making love. I really wanted to give in. I couldn't give in.

I did carry her into my room and as I set her on the bed I broke away to try and explain.

"Carrie, that's really great news. I really do want this, I swear. But, it's going to have to wait until later. I promised I'd go to Mac's for a while. I'm already running late. I'll come back as soon as I can and we can spend the night together. Will you wait for me?" Even as I was telling her this I was thinking I could probably just take her to the shower with me. We wouldn't have a lot of time but at least we could get started down our chosen path. But no, this was not the way I wanted it to happen and I don't think it was the way Carrie wanted it either. We should be able to take our time and explore the depths of our passion. The moment we conceived our first child should be one neither of us ever forgot.

She was pouting like a little girl and that pout was weakening my resolve.

"Oh Kenny, I'm so ready for this. I've been waiting all day. Can't you put it off for just a bit?" She was even whining like a child.

"I don't want to rush though this. Wait for me just a bit and I promise I'll be yours all night." This promise seemed to bring her around a bit.

"You promise, all night, just the two of us?"

I was about to confirm my promise when I remember Eric.

"Carrie, Eric is coming in at nine. I should be back by 9:30 or 10. I want to spend a little time with him and Annie first and then I promise, I will be yours all night." Of course that assumed Philippe would not be interrupting me. I decided not to add that caveat.

"Ok I guess. But please don't keep me wait too long. I'll bust if I don't feel you inside me soon." She went from a frowning child to a wanton woman in a heartbeat.

"Good, now let me get showered and out of here or I'm never going to get back." I kissed her warmly and made my way to the bathroom. I heard her sigh as I closed the door.

I got showered and out with out further incidence and arrived at Mac's fifteen minutes behind schedule. The similarities in her welcome were scary. She ran down the front steps and leapt into my arms. Once again, I just about feel over.

She showered me with kisses and as I looked over her shoulder there were her parents, smiling from ear to ear. The child in me was a bit embarrassed.

"Your parents are watching us."

"Yes, I know. I told them everything and they're thrilled." I guess I was a bit surprised. I had thought they would be just a bit reticent about the change in Mac's future. I also thought I was going to have to dance around an explanation of some things they might find a bit strange. However, I wasn't about to complain.

"How much of everything did you tell them?" I doubted she'd really told them everything and I certainly didn't want to confuse matters by saying too much.

"Absolutely everything. I hope that's ok but I just figured that given the history they had with your father that they would understand. They were a little concerned at first but they're really ok now." She was bubbling with so much excitement it was starting to infect me.

I put Mac down and quickly walked up and embraced both of them. They were about to become my in-laws and apparently, they already knew more about my private life than anyone outside the immediate family. I was going to have to talk seriously with them about privacy and secrecy.

As Mac came up behind us her father suggested we go in a talk.

In many ways, Mac's father was similar to mine but was more subdued. He was personable, energetic and steady. Unlike my father, everything about him was understated. He dressed well but always in styles and colors that were subdued. He was always well groomed but didn't bother to cover up the streaks of gray in his hair. He stood tall at a little over six feet and kept himself in decent shape. He wasn't sporting an athlete's body but he wasn't sporting a couch potatoes gut either. He had always displayed a good sense of humor but when he told jokes they were always clean. He was friendly and as I recall, he always seemed to be among the group of Mom and Dad's closet friends. He was a structural engineer by trade and that's probably where Mac's interest in architecture blossomed.

Mac's mom had a very similar personality and manner of presentation. She would never be described as a stunning beauty. Maybe you would call her pretty or cute. She too had maintained herself well but not to the extent where she might be mistaken for a younger women. She was in her early forties and she looked exactly as someone her age would be expected to look. The one real difference between her and her husband was she did color the gray out of her hair. It was her only outward sign of female vanity. The thing I had always liked most about her was her laugh. It was warm and infectious and when she laughed her entire face lit up. She also impressed me as being extraordinarily sincere. There was absolutely nothing false about her. She always spoke her mind but she did so in such a way where folks never felt insulted. Her thoughts were always voiced as just her humble opinion and I think most folks accepted it as just that.

We made our way into the living room and sat around the coffee table and as I was about to get things rolling Gavin jumped in.

"Son, before you say anything I want you to know something. Mac told us that you know about the service your father provided us during a very difficult period in out lives. What you can't possibly know is just how much he helped. I can't imagine how our lives would have turned out had it not been for him. He was a remarkable man." He paused for a moment as I absorbed being referred to as his son.

"Son, you are a lot like him. You have the same kind heart and I think you have the same driving desire to do good things. I must admit, I had hoped Mac would wait until she completed college before getting married but if it's to happen now I can't imagine a better person for her to spend her life with. Just be good to her and love her and we'll have no regrets."

Before I could take a breath Sara jumped in.

"Kenny, I think you know I always speak my mind. I have to tell you that I'm just a little worried. You are taking on a lot very quickly. I know you've started to take control of the business and Mac told us about how your relationship with Carrie is developing. Kenny, I guess I'm just worried that you won't have time to be the kind of husband I think Mac needs. I'm just having a hard time seeing how you're going to balance all of this." It was actually comforting to see that someone was asking questions.

"I've thought about that quite a bit myself. It's a fair question. I guess the best answer I can offer is that I really do love your daughter. I always have. I believe she loves me just as much. I know we won't be living a conventional life and I don't believe for a moment that our lives together will always be happy and peaceful, but I am confident that together, we will overcome the challenges and build a real life together." It was strange but I really didn't have any doubts that we would make this work. It just seemed too right to be wrong.

"I know you love her and I know she loves you. I just don't know how you are going to balance everything so she doesn't fell neglected." We had come to the heart of it. She had felt neglected and it almost destroyed her marriage. She didn't want to see her daughter have to live through that turmoil.

"I understand your concern. All I can say is I am prepared to make a lifelong commitment to Mac. I believe she is prepared to make the same commitment. Together we will make this work for both of us. We will share everything together. No matter how weird or wonderful, we will live it together. You have my word on that." I really wanted her to see my sincerity and while I could have helped her reach the right conclusion I was determined to let her get there on her own.

She just sat there pondering what I'd said. I could imagine the machinations going on in her head. I waited like man waiting to have the verdict read.

"Ok Son, Just do me one favor. If you ever start to have doubts; if you ever feel things are getting just a bit overwhelming; if you ever start to doubt that this was the right decision; please come and talk to us. If you need it we will be here to help in any way we can. We are going to be family and for us there is nothing more important. Come to us if you need us. We'll be there for both of you." She was tearing just a bit as she finished.

It was instinctive. I immediately rose and took her in my arms. "Thank you Mom. My parents always taught us the same lessons about family. Family always comes first. I promise you, I've learned that lesson well and will not stray from it." I broke away and gave her a kiss on the cheek before retuning to Mac's side. She was also tearing just a bit.

Gavin jumped back in. "Let's have a toast." He poured champagne and with glasses in hand, he said, "To the two of you. May your lives be blessed will the bounties of love, health and happiness. Maybe you can throw in a few grandchildren as well. Cheers."

We all drank deeply as I thought about the idea of grandchildren and Carrie waiting at home. I'm sure that's not what Gavin had in mind.

Mac bubbled up again. "Let's eat. I'm starved", and with that we were off to the dining room and a fantastic meal.

Dinner was relaxed and the food was perfect. Sara had made a roast ham, which was one of my favorites and Gavin had gotten hold of some really nice wine. By the time we were done we were all stuffed and feeling pretty mellow. It would have been great to just relax and enjoy the warm afterglow. Unfortunately, it was getting late and I had other promises to keep. I excused us and drew Mac away so we could talk.

"Mac, I'm really sorry but I can't stay. My cousin is arriving just about now and I need to spend some time with Carrie as well." I knew she was going to be disappointed and I also knew this would be the first of many tests that would challenge her commitment to our relationship.

"Ah Kenny, I was really hoping you would spend the night. I was kind of hoping we could spend the night making love. You know, right next door to my parents and all that." She seductively whispered the last bit and I will be the first to admit the idea was enticing.

"I'm really sorry. Trust me, I would really like to stay but I can't break my promise to Carrie." I figured her next question would bring out the real reason.

"Why tonight? Can't you see her tomorrow?"

"Mac, remember what I told you? Carrie is ovulating. We are going to make a baby tonight." There was no sense in sugarcoating it. She would have to accept this or rethink her decision.

"Oh, I see." She was clearly wrestling with the news and how she wanted to respond. I remained patient.

"Jeez Kenny, I know you told me all of this but I guess I just thought I'd have some time to get used to the idea." She paused for another round of thought wrestling.

"I guess I understand but when are we going to have time together?" She was sounding a bit depressed.

"We will have a lifetime together and Mac, we'll be making babies together too. Stay with me on this and I'll make it great for all of us." I don't know if it was the lifetime together or the making babies part but she started to come around.

"You really want to have babies with me?" She obviously liked the idea.

"Absolutely. When you're ready I can't think of anything I would enjoy more than starting our family together." I was becoming more acutely aware of my responsibility to continue our bloodline. Having a few children with each of my women seemed a reasonable way to insure I'd accomplish exactly that.

"Ok, I guess I'm Ok with this. I'm mean, it's not like you didn't warn me. Just promise me you won't make me wait too long. I really need you." She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed intensely when an idea started to form in my twisted little head.

"Mac, why don't you come over tomorrow and spend the weekend? We can spend the day together and then you can join a party I'm having for a new client on Sunday."

"That sounds great. What kind of party? Should I bring anything special to wear?" She was back to being bubbly.

"Actually Mac, this party won't really require clothes." I was looking forward to seeing how she was going to react to that one.

Her jaw dropped and she took on the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car.

"Jeez Kenny, what kind of party is this?" I had to probe. I just couldn't help myself. I found she new exactly what kind of party I was talking about. The only questions in her head were how many people and would she be the only female.

"Well, I guess the best way to describe it would be a Roman orgy. There'll be a total of eight of us. My sisters, Mom and Savannah will be there. Annie's boyfriend will be joining us as well." I would have preferred a more equal mix but this would work out just fine.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

"You're going to have to trust me on this. You're going to have a great time and I'll be there to make sure you do. It'll be fun."