The Commander Ch. 04

"You promise?" she said with inflection on the word 'promise'. Earlier I had told her if I break my promises to her, I will hurt myself. It was a cover story for what The Commander did to Jet.

"I promise." The tension in her body melted away, but there was still trepidation and confusion in her eyes.

"This is the new deal," I told her. "I erased the video card. This was the only copy," I guessed, pointing to the memory card. "You can come with me to Paris, or you can take your passport and everything I have given to you and leave in peace. I won't stand in your way."

"Are you asking me to leave?"

"No," I said firmly. "I am asking you to stay under a new deal."

"And what is this deal?"

"We'll make it up as we go along. But right now, the rule is we respect each other."

"And last night, with Denise?"

"You mean Nicole?" I asked carefully, because maybe there is a Denise in Jet's memory I don't know about.

"Right, I mean Nicole. Do you still want threesomes like that?"

"Yes, Fiona, I still do want threesomes with girls. I'd also like to have a threesome with a guy"

"You mean me and ..."

"Yup -- you and two guys. I would love to see you do two guys at once, as long as I'm one of them." I offered. "But this is more than about sex," I added. "It is about us."

"So the old deal -- everything you want -- that's over?"

"As of this instant," I confirmed. "I promise."

Fiona thought for a long while. "What if I come with you to Paris and we beak up later?" she asked.

"Fiona, I want you to stay. I want us to build something together -- whatever that is, I don't know. I want us to explore, go crazy, have fun, have simple moments -- I want to try it all. I want us to fuck like roid-raged rabbits, and I want us to walk hand-in-hand along the beach at sunset. And I want to try it all with you.

"When it comes to Paris, I ask you to make me one promise." I waited for effect. "I ask that, by coming to Paris, you commit to giving this new deal a real try. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work. All I ask is that you honestly try."

"And if I don't come to Paris? If I want to leave?"

"Then you go with my blessing. Keep the Mercedes and all the clothing. I gave them to you."

"Why should I believe you?" she asked calmly.

"Fiona, I'm not going to bullshit you by claiming to be a new man and you should trust me."

"But you are a new man," she interjected. "You're completely different than before." She paused, thinking. "It scares me. I keep on thinking the old Jet is just around the corner, and I'm going to do something wrong, and you will ..." she sobbed at the memory of Jet's torturing her.

"Those days are over. As for the new Jet, I think we need to take that a day at a time. You know how hard I am working on that. I'm not saying it is easy for me, but I can say that I wake up every morning thinking about my promise."

"Are you still going to fuck other girls?" she asked with a neutral voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked with genuine confusion after talking about threesomes.

"Like Leticia?"

That name tugged at Jet's memory, and I then realized Leticia was the girl Jet was having an affair with. That was the girl he used to set his wall safe combination. I had no idea how many other girls there had been on the side. I also did not know if Jet that knew Fiona knew that Jet was having an affair with Leticia. I'm guessing the old Jet didn't care.

"How about this," I offered. "If we fuck other people, we are open to each other about it." After thinking for a moment, "And, no matter what, we are always do safe sex with outsiders."

"And what if I don't want you to fuck anyone else?"

"Fiona, I'm not saying no to that -- I'm not saying yes. Sometimes it gets tricky, like this morning with Nicole while you were sleeping. Was that still part of our three-way, or not? Like I said, we need to work this out as we go along. We can't decide everything right now. How about we take things one step at a time? If outside sex is a big issue for you, then we will figure it out soon."

"Did you fuck Nicole at her house? Or get another blowjob?"

"No. I dropped her off and came home."

"Do I have to decide about this new deal right now?"

"Well, I kind of want to know before we go to Paris," I offered logically. "So by Wednesday."

"Oh," I remembered something else from the video earlier that day, "about Paris. If you come with me, it is as my girlfriend, not just my fuck toy."

We paused for a long time. She finally broke the silence. "Then what do you want to do now?"

"I want to make love to you -- not just sex -- but love."

"Me too."

That was Monday. After we made tender love, I gave Fiona as much space as I could to let her decide. I was in a no-lose situation. She could stay with me or leave. If she stayed, I had an amazing girlfriend with incredible potential for a fun-filled future. If she left, I could find another girl and make her mine in ways the old Jet couldn't possibly fathom.

On Tuesday I phoned the hospital, and found my old self was still unconscious. I decided it was time to play my card. The Tuesday before the old me went into the biopsy operation, I went to a lawyer and established a living will. In that document, the old me appointed Jet, the new me, with the authority to make decisions on my old behalf. As Jethro Terrance I went to the same lawyer, and had him draw up the papers so the hospital would recognize Jet's authority in making decisions in the matter of Don Malloy's care.

I arranged a meeting at the hospital for Wednesday morning.

Back home that Tuesday afternoon, I was making plans for Paris when Fiona returned from shopping. "You'll never guess who I bumped into today," Fiona said as she stepped in.

Still fumbling over Jet's memories, I was at the disadvantage. "You're right, I won't be able to guess," I admitted, thinking it could by one among hundreds of people from Jet's former life.

"Nicole, from Sunday night."

"She recognized you?" I asked carefully.

"What do you mean?" She blurted. "We all fucked together! Of course she recognized me. She asked if we could get together again this weekend, and I told her we had other plans, so then she asked if we were free tomorrow night."

"A going away party?" I asked.

"My thoughts exactly," said Fiona, "so I told her yes as long as she could bring along a stud as good as you to make it a foursome."

So we had plans for the weekend and Fiona was buying into sex with other people. I would say we were on a good path. "What did she say," I asked, hoping I didn't sound too eager in my reply.

"She laughed and said there are no other studs as good as you, but she'll bring over the best man she's got."

"I like your style," I complimented.

"I thought you would," she smiled and kissed me warmly.

Fiona pulled away and looked straight into my eyes. "I'm in," she affirmed, "and you can be my fuck toy in Paris!"

"Down girl," I teased with a big smile. We drew together in a long, tender embrace.

"I have one condition -- and I'm not kidding," she said solemnly as we pulled apart.

"Okay," I held my breath.

"If the old Jet comes back, I'm gone that fucking instant."

"Deal," I said. If the old Jet comes back, I will already be gone, or maybe dead.

On Wednesday morning I went to the hospital armed with my legal papers. I met with one of the hospital administrators and physicians in charge of my old body's care. I explained to them that Mr. Malloy had left specific instructions concerning his health care should he no longer be capable of making his own decisions, and that he entrusted those decisions to me.

The doctor told me Don was responding to medication for the heart infection, which means they were treating his symptoms without actually eradicating the viral infection. Recent ultrasounds showed the pancreatic, and now hepatic (liver) cancer appear unchanged.

The real puzzle was his persistent unconscious state, which is different from a coma. They explained that his brain function appeared normal, and they could see no reason for his unconsciousness, but he was clearly not awake.

I explained that it was Don's wishes to remain on life saving support for as long as possible in the hope that some future treatment may become available to cure him. We discussed the treatment options, and decided the present course remained the best approach unless things changed. I gave them my cell phone number, and asked them to call in the event circumstances required my input.

Back home I made reservations at Boissy's Café in Paris for Friday night. I also booked a suite at the Raphael hotel from Friday to Tuesday. I hired a car to pick us up at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Finally I charted a boat for a private tour along the Seine for Saturday night.

Fiona and I had decided to ask Nicole plus one to come over for a casual supper at 6. Fiona told Nicole they could not stay overnight, as we had to get ready for our flight the next day. She also warned them to take a taxi, as driving home might be problematic after drinking and whatever.

Nicole and Kevin arrived just after six. Fiona buzzed them up to the apartment. Fiona was wearing a black skirt and a short sleeved maroon silk blouse. When she opened the door, Nicole stepped in and immediately wrapped her arms around Fiona's neck and planted a long, soft kiss her on her mouth. The air turned electric.

The statuesque Nicole wore a skin tight white dress with a sea green shawl over her shoulders that matched her eyes. Her auburn hair flirted with her shoulders. She pulled away from Fiona and said a warm hello to me before she kissed me on the cheek.

"No big sloppy kiss for me, then," I joked.

"I'm saving you for later," she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Nicole introduced Kevin, about five foot nine, solid frame, sandy brown hair. He shook hands with Fiona and me. Once we were in, I poured drinks. Fiona had a Heineken, Kevin a Glenmorangie, Fiona a Chardonnay, and I had a Borolo. We sat and chatted.

Nicole used to be a model, but returned to school to become a nurse. She was in her third year. She had never broken into the big leagues of modelling, and was told at the age of 20 that if she hadn't made her big break by then, she never would. She still did catalog modelling to help pay for school. It was easy to picture her in a catalog -- she has a face that you want to trust, and a sleek, slender figure. Unlike many models, she actually has some breasts to speak of -- when I complimented Nicole on her shapely figure, she claimed her C cup breasts was the main feature that prevented her from breaking into runway modelling -- they were too large.

Listening to Nicole talk about herself, I found it curious that I have already had ribald sex with this girl and only now was I learning the first thing about her. Kevin was a graphics designer for an advertising firm. He was working to become a freelance artist, but at twenty six he didn't have enough experience under his belt to go solo. He met Nicole at The Arc many months earlier and they hooked up a few times, but neither of them was looking for anything more serious.

Nicole asked about our upcoming trip to Paris. Fiona filled her in on the details, except for the cruise on the Seine because I was keeping that from Fiona as a surprise. Nicole expressed her drooling envy, and offered to come along as our Paris fuck-buddy. Fiona suggested maybe next time, but this trip was a time for Fiona and I to bond again. I couldn't tell if Fiona was being serious or just polite about her 'Paris fuck-buddy next time' response.

Rather than an all-out meal, we decided to go tapas style, with finger food throughout the night. Before Nicole and Kevin arrived, I ordered about twenty dishes for delivery from Toro Rojo, a great tapas restaurant nearby. The delivery guy buzzed up just before seven. Fiona spread out plates and food dishes on the coffee table while I refilled everyone's drinks.

We sat around the coffee table in four leather sofa chairs. Nicole in with her long, crossed, slender legs sat across from me. Fiona was to my right, and Kevin admired her from across the table. "So how does this work," Nicole asked after we settled into the first round of our meal.

"I'm not sure," replied Fiona. "This is our first four-way."

"How about an ice breaker to start things off," I suggested, "like strip poker." After a brief discussion, we agreed we would play in teams -- Fiona and I against Nicole and Kevin. Whichever team had the highest hand won, and each person on the other team had to take something off. The winning boy chose the losing girl's clothing, and likewise the winning girl chose the losing boy's clothing to take off. If the losing person had no clothing, then the winning person got to choose some action the loosing person had to do.

The girls insisted on wild cards, so we all agreed on 2's and one-eyed Jacks. The guys agreed on two draws of up to three cards for each hand.

Before we started, Nicole asked to use the bathroom -- Fiona showed her the guest powder room, and realizing she also needed to go, she went to the other bathroom attached to our bedroom. I took the opportunity when Kevin and I were alone to reach over and touch his arm, and put Kevin into skip mode with instructions to relax, follow my direction, and remember everything as fun. Kevin was the unknown -- I was just reducing any risks. I then asked if Kevin had any sexually transmitted diseases -- he replied no.

With the girls back around the coffee table, I dealt the first round. Fiona won the hand with a full house. I surprised Nicole by asking her to take off her underpants. She stood up and slipped off a white pair of dainty thong underwear. Fiona told Kevin to take off his pants, so he stood up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, and dropped his jeans, revealing his boxer shorts. We all took a sip of our drinks.

I won the next hand with a straight. Nicole took of her shawl and Kevin took off his shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt. I could see Fiona checking out Kevin's impressive abs. We all emptied our drinks, so I refreshed everyone's glasses.

The shirtless Kevin won the next two rounds. Fiona took off her silk blouse, revealing her perfect unbounded breasts, and then her skirt. She was left wearing only black thong underwear. I took off first my shirt and then my pants, leaving my bikini briefs and my undershirt. We all drank some more.

Fiona won the next round. I was rewarded when Nicole went completely naked when she took her dress off. Fiona said she wanted to see Kevin's junk, so he dropped his boxer shorts, and stood naked. While not as well-endowed as my Jet cock, Kevin still swung a full load between his legs. Fiona murmured appreciatively. I refilled everyone's glasses again.

Kevin won the next round with five of a kind (damned wildcards). Fiona went naked and Nicole said she definitely wanted to see my junk, so I took off my bikini briefs, leaving only my undershirt. "That's the cock I've been dreaming of," Nicole sighed.

Everyone was naked except me, so I voluntarily took my undershirt off and took a drink.

In the next round, Nicole thought she had won with four aces, and started telling me to come over to her and pay my penance, when I said "Not so fast," showing my straight flush. Nicole was crestfallen, but rebounded quickly.

"How may I please you," she asked seductively.

"Ladies first," I said to Fiona. She smiled, and leaned back in her leather chair, spreading her legs wide open.

"I want Kevin to come over here and eat my pussy," she claimed her prize. I pulled the coffee table out of the way, giving Kevin room to kneel in front of Fiona.

"And while Kevin's doing that," I said to Nicole, "you can come suck my cock for a while," pushing my chair back.

Fiona and I smiled at each other as we watched the spectacle of Kevin and Nicole on their knees administering oral pleasures to us.

Kevin seemed quite adept at cunnilingus, as I noticed Fiona's bare chest start to heave in appreciation for his sensual ministrations. I gently nudged Nicole off my cock, stood up, and told her to follow me. I walked behind Fiona's chair and stood facing Fiona's back. I then told Nicole to sit on the floor leaning against the back of Fiona's chair. With her in position, I stepped forward, and told Nicole to resume her cock sucking. "Bring me home," I told Nicole, and she brought her hand up to the base of my cock to supplement her oral stimulation.

I bent forward over the back of Fiona's chair and kissed her upside down while my hands roved over her breasts. Fiona moaned at my participation, and she opened her mouth and kissed me back, flicking her tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at Fiona's skin -- she was already sweating from getting close to climax, and she was now rocking her hips up into Kevin's face. We remained in a long kiss while I fondled her heaving tits.

Fiona was now starting to moan loudly -- her climax was imminent. I was still a ways off, but I could feel my pressure slowly mounting. I watched Fiona buck her hips hard into Kevin's face has she thrust her tongue as far as she could into my mouth, now throating a loud moan. I squeezed her nipples hard, which added an erotic painful sensation to the mix, and caused Fiona's moan to climb an octave. Hearing all the commotion from below, Nicole redoubled her sucking and stroking efforts, and started bringing me closer.

Fiona's orgasm started fading just as mine erupted. I grabbed Fiona's tits and heard myself moan involuntarily as I released wad after wad of my penis butter into Nicole's mouth. Hearing my orgasmic moans, Fiona reached up with both arms wrapped her hands around the back of my head, keeping a firm lock on our kiss. As last my ejaculatory spasms subsided, and I withdrew from Nicole's mouth. I gently pulled away from Fiona's kiss, and she released her headlock on me, letting my stand up straight again.

"Holy Fuck!" Fiona called out to Kevin. "You are the best pussy eater in the world".

"I'll be sure to put that on my resume," he replied with a crooked smile. We all laughed.

I knelt down across from Nicole, who was still resting against the back of Fiona's chair. I kissed her gently on the lips. "That was beautiful," I said quietly as I pulled away.

She smiled and replied "Shut up and fuck me!"

I suggested we retreat to our king sized bed where we made a train. I told Kevin to lie down on his back, diagonally on the bed with his head at the top left corner of the mattress. Next Fiona hovered over him in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees in cock sucking position. Then I asked Nicole lie on her back and slide her face under Fiona's pussy. Nicole's ass was resting at the other edge of the bed near the bottom right corner. I fetched one of Fiona's condoms and slipped it on, and then I stood on the floor next to Nicole and lifted her legs up and apart and aimed for her pussy.

"One, two, three, go!" I announced. Fiona sucked Kevin, Nicole ate Fiona out, and I fucked Nicole. I watched Kevin's face when he first realized Fiona was going deep throat on him. I asked Fiona to take Kevin as slowly as she could -- drag it out for as long as possible. I saw her nod slightly in agreement -- I was hoping she understood why.

I knew from last time that Nicole's cunnilingus technique wouldn't do much for Fiona. I pumped Nicole hard for a few minutes, and I could hear her groan on each thrust. I remembered how deep Nicole's pussy was, and I nearly buried my whole ten inches. I also remember she was not very tight.

Unlike Fiona, Nicole was able to cum from just fucking. As I pumped harder I could hear Nicole's grunts mutate into carnal moans, and then into pre-orgasmic "oh's". As I felt her draw closer, I pumped harder, until I watched Nicole spasm into orgasmic contortions.