A Fantasy about Love Pt. 11

Maureen was next to ask for protection and it was easy to divest her of her two minuscule pieces of textile. I followed the treatment I had given her mother and it was the same result: a happy, very satisfied woman smiling at me.

Now it was Jenny's turn and she whispered: "As I said, James, I like it when you take my clothes off. Please do it again." And I did, and she was as loud as Eileen, which surprised me. Where had the shy girl gone to? Well, they were satisfied, content and I was still horny. Wouldn't you also having three beautiful women before you and making them come?

Maureen took pity with me and nodded to Jenny. "Darling, he is all yours, make him come."

Jenny looked at her gratefully and kneed between my legs and the sunscreen was just an excuse as she bent down and started to stroke my penis gently. The slow moves became faster and she swallowed my shaft deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip of the shaft and when she added the light touch on my balls, I warned her that I was ready. She took this as an incentive to take me in even deeper and the picture of her bobbing up and down on my penis, combined with the sensation of the shaft going in deep, was too much for me. I erupted into her mouth, jetting my seeds into her throat. She tried to swallow all but did not manage it; a small amount of my white cream escaped her mouth and dripped on her chest. It was me this time who fell back on the lounge to recover. She looked at the proof of my excitement and started to wipe it off with her finger, but Maureen came over and took her part; even Eileen got up and helped her clean up. At the end, she grinned. "One for all and all for one" and laughed out loud. Maureen and Jenny followed her, and I had to smile at the happy picture of my women.

It was still me, however, who had to get up and open another bottle of bubbly.

We jumped into the pool and had a lot of fun, dumping each other, but principally touching whoever was in front; it almost got out of hand when Eileen caught my shaft between her legs and only Maureen's spirited attempts to rescue me saved me from taking her right there. It would have been fun, and Eileen was glaring at her daughter, but she just swam away. The moment was gone, however, and we left the pool.

Eileen asked us to dress into something decent, as we would look at the house next to hers. We showered (no fooling allowed) and met back in the sitting room, the ladies in shorts and a colorful top, I in my Bermudas and a t-shirt. She took us to the house on her left; it was visibly abandoned. She had a key and let us in. It was a pretty house, not as big as Eileen's, but nice, with a nice living room, a big master bedroom and two smaller guest rooms all en suite, and a big kitchen. We looked at Eileen: why were we here?

"My darlings, I told you of this house and that I had made a deposit on it. The owner of this house died over a year ago and there're no heirs. I wondered what would happen if I made an offer? The price is ridiculously low since no maintenance has been done in a year, there is no pool and the buyer would have to run a risk of eventual heirs appearing out of nowhere. I had long talks with him before he died and I do know that there's nobody, and a few comments spread carefully around kept all potential buyers away. Since we decided that we'll go to war and that you, Maureen and James, will come here, you'll need housing. I put a reserve on the house and if you agree I -- or you -- can purchase the house, get it refurbished, and we would take the wall down separating the houses. The apartment in Sydney would go to Jenny and her flat could serve as a general guest room. What do you think?" She looked proudly at us.

There was silence for a moment; the offer had come too suddenly. Her face fell: did we not want this? I hurried to recover the silence.

"Eileen, this is a very splendid idea and we thank you for the work you have spent on this. You'll have to give us some time to change our life around a new job and city, and now a new house, too. As far as I'm concerned, I find this idea wonderful!" and looking at Maureen, I saw her nodding.

Jenny was confused: where would she fit in? "Eileen, let us assume that we do this, but we have to think about Sydney. Please remember that we made love for the first time in our flat, and Jenny had spent an awful time of effort and work on her apartment. We are all attached to our homes, but let us think how to handle this in the best way possible; in principle, we agree to purchase this house."

Eileen was happy: she had what she wanted; what we would do in Sydney was not her problem. This showed the way she thought! I wonder how Maureen or Jenny would have formulated the offer, and certainly more considerate of the others! But this was Eileen, and we loved her anyhow, and sometimes anywhere.

We went back to her house and the lunch conversation was all about the house and the timing we would need to convert into reality our plans for the company and for us. Finally, we had to drive them to the airport: Maureen had to start early in her office and Jenny (as usual) wanted to be the first to arrive to start her new job as the Admin Manager, as promised. They did not like to depart but knew what was necessary. I had to stay to discuss what I should do in Sydney and how much money I had available to purchase the company we needed to start our expansion. Kisses were exchanged and they left.

When we were back at home, Eileen wanted to discuss Jenny with me. "James, that girl surprises me every time I'm with her. She blossomed into a woman, beautiful, superbly intelligent, conscious of her worth and willing to defend it, and absolutely dedicated to you. How did you do this? I remember the first time she came here, scared to death of what would happen to her. Now she knows what she wants, and she'll get whatever she wants. She can have any job in my company she wants; except mine of course, that's yours. Do you know what I'll do? I still have that week in Bali with a companion; I always thought I would do this with you, but perhaps it would be more fruitful to do it with Jenny. What do you think?"

I agreed. "Eileen, if we were to go, it would be wonderful and very exciting, but we know each other too well by now to learn new things about the other. If you were to go with Jenny, you would know her much better and could decide what you want to offer her. And it would be fun, too ... Remember, however, that you cannot tell her to go; you have to convince her!"

She laughed. "I don't know who could stand up at the end, of the week, but it would be certainly interesting!"

The conversation slowly changed to Maureen and then to us. She opened up a bit more about her past, that she had taken medicines to survive her depression (even today she had to take them) and I understood better some of her attitudes. At the end, she was getting tired.

"Darling, I want to go to bed, and with you."

We finished the wine and she led me to her bedroom. Our clothes vanished and I dedicated myself to make her happy and satisfied. Kissing up and down her body led her to a little orgasm and sliding into her wet and welcoming opening led to a big one. She was different that night; it was not wild sex, but serene lovemaking and when I had filled her up with my seeds, she was content. For me it was wonderful being able to caress her body, stroke her long legs, kiss her firm breasts and see her content smiling.

"Darling, every time we make love, I'm so happy that we made it through our problems. I hope that when you finally move here, I'll feel this much more often!"

I thought to remind her that I was married to her daughter, but it was the wrong moment; she would see that herself rather soon, or Maureen would put her gently into her place. She offered her puppies for the good night kisses and after a long session of fondling and kissing, she came again, just a little bit. We said goodnight and fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up when the sun was coming up; it was early, and Eileen was still asleep. I looked at her face and there was a little smile in her face. Her eyes were closed, but when I moved away, her hand came up and pulled me back. "Don't you dare get up now. We've time. Hold me and be nice to me."

Well, I was nice to her and she to me, and breakfast was suddenly gone. She called her office and said that she would be late, to get coffee and toast and to start the meeting.

"Why do you smile, James? I'm the owner and I can do whatever I want, at least until you take over. I see my people already hating the German discipline you will introduce, and they will remember me longingly..."

One more long kiss and off we went to NT. Simon Gage had started the meeting and all the documents were spread out on the long table. We consumed the toast, but the coffee was not drinkable; we should have ordered tea. I summarized Friday's discussions and asked whether there were any new thoughts, but everyone was silent. They were either still asleep, afraid, or we had done a good job. I voted for the last option.

"I assume that we all know what we'll be doing, but I need additional information. How much money do I have to negotiate a deal in NSW?"

There was another discussion until Eileen stopped it. "James, you can go to 100 million dollars. It would be nice if you could get it for 80 and anything under 80 will get you a nice bonus. OK?"

She looked at Mr. Gage, who nodded reluctantly. These were numbers he was not accustomed to. "James, I expect a decision by the end of next week. OK?"

This time I nodded reluctantly; that was not a lot of time. Eileen suddenly started to grin.

"Folks, now I can do something I always wanted. Remember Starship Enterprise? Captain Picard?"

"James, make it happen!"

We all laughed, but I wondered whether stuffy Mr. Gage had caught the reference. "Well, friends, here we go. Good luck to us all. James, just stay a moment."

They left and Eileen closed the door. "Darling, don't spend too much time in Sydney, I want you back here as soon as possible!"

She kissed me for a long time, but when things got interesting, took a deep breath and stepped back.

"You've two options, James: one, you leave for the airport; two, we leave for our bedroom. Chose rapidly!"

We looked at each other and I stepped back. "Duty calls, my love. To the airport it is, but one recommendation: redo your makeup!"

She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly kissed, not the CEO of a big company. She hurried to her bathroom and came back a few moments later, refreshed and ready to be kissed again, but we stayed away from each other. "James, I have the driver waiting for you. I hate to say goodbye at the airport and then drive back on my own. Remember always that I love you and come back soon." One last touch on her cheek as I could not damage her makeup, and I was gone.

The flight was quiet, and I arrived home a bit early. To my surprise, Jenny was sitting in the living room with an angry face.

"James, I was fired!"

I stopped: Jenny, the ideal employee, best in class in the famous Canberra course, had been fired? I asked her to tell me what happened.

"I arrived early (as always and earlier than some people I know), went to my desk to pick my personal items and went to the HR Manager, since he had asked me to see him as soon as possible. He was there, congratulated me on my results in the course and started to discuss my new position of admin manager for the sales division. A promotion, higher salary, exactly how it was planned. ¨

Her face became very upset, even angry.

¨The phone rang, and Mr. Smythes wanted to see me. We were surprised, but I went. Before leaving he told me to be careful, since there had been incidents before. I remember what you once told me to do in a situation like this and before entering his office, put my phone on record. He was nice at the beginning, complimented me on my course, but said that he had a better offer: become his Executive Assistant. He would make certain that I'd be promoted rapidly, and my salary would be increased accordingly. He always wanted to have such a beautiful woman as his personal assistant and would guarantee his personal attention to my progress in and outside the company. He was certain that we would have a relationship that would be satisfactory for both. He was divorcing his wife in England and he needed occasionally someone to accompany him on social events and I'd be the perfect person for this. In case I needed some money for these occasions, he'd be happy to give it to me. Did I agree? I could start immediately and perhaps we could meet at night for dinner to discuss the other responsibilities I would have."

Now she really was angry, remembering his words.

"James, it was a weird conversation and he did not even try to hide what he wanted: me in his bed. I waited for a moment and then said that I'd prefer to stay in the position that had been promised to me: the admin manager. I was certain that I could help the company more in that position. He stared at me and asked me whether I had understood his offer. I said yes, but I still thought I'd be more effective for the company in the admin job. He was getting upset and said that he didn't care for admin or any other thing, he wanted me as his secretary and personal help. He told me to think twice because he was the President and he could do whatever he wanted with me, and he wanted me as his secretary! I'd better be prepared to be very friendly if I knew what was good for me! James, he was angry now and started to raise his voice, yelling at me to accept his offer or I would regret it very much."

Jenny was furious, angry to be proposed that way by the CEO of IBM.

"I got up and took my purse when he grabbed my arm. He was red in his face and asked once more whether I'd take his job and when I said no, he exploded. He became personal, saying that I had acted always as if he did not exist, that he was always compared to Allan Moise or the Count de Winter, and that he was tired of this. It was his company now and if I could not follow his orders, he would make certain that I'd be fired and whatever references I expected would be very negative, and that he would make certain that I'd not get another job in this city. James, he was completely out of control. He asked once more whether I would change my mind, I said no, and he fired me. He called security and had me taken out of the building without even letting me get my things. James, that guy is mad! Can he do it?"

I knew the guy was mad, but it was a surprise that he had gone so far. He was obviously infatuated with Jenny and thought that he could pressure her into his bed with promotion and money, but he did not know Jenny very well. Jenny was irate.

"James, I want that man punished! If he believes he can do this to me, he'll do it to others! Now I understand the rumors about him! Two girls already left under dubious circumstances, but nobody did anything! James, do something!"

I was furious, too. He had yelled at Jenny and had the courage to touch her! I asked for her phone and the recording confirmed every word she had said. First I called the company to talk to the HR manager. He was apoplectic, but told me that he could not do anything at this moment. He had a written order from the President to dismiss Miss Mary Ann Parker, due to comments out of order, not obeying a direct order, and trying to hit him. He knew that this was not true, but there were no witnesses and he couldn't do anything; he would make certain, however, that she would receive the best possible references and every cent due to her. Well, that did not help, but I had a much better weapon. I looked at the clock; it was late afternoon, but in New York, it would be early in the business hours. I called Bill Cunningham.

He was surprised to hear from me and after the normal courtesies, he asked why I had called him.

"Bill, you remember Miss Mary Ann Parker, my assistant?"

"Oh yes, a beautiful and very intelligent woman. What happened to her?"

"She was fired by Mr. Smythes, because she wouldn't be available for his bed."

There was silence on the other side and then he asked in a very formal voice. "James, tell me what happened, but remember that this is a very serious accusation!"

I told him the story and added what I had heard about from my former colleagues. The company was being run into the ground, the best people were starting to leave because of this guy, and he could be certain that at the end of the year, there would be only a skeleton left of what Allan Moise had guarded so well.

There was more silence and then the only comment was "I'll call you back."

Maureen arrived and she was as perplexed as I, but she wanted action, and action now!

"James, you have a black belt! Beat him up so that he doesn't touch another woman again! Protect your woman!"

I calmed her down and told her that I had started already my actions. She looked at Jenny, seething in her anger, and took out the Callahan. "Jenny, drink this and empty the glass, and then we will discuss battle plans." Jenny took the glass and gulped the whisky down. When she realized how strong it was, she started to cough and we ran to help her; it had, however, the desired side effect: she was calmer.

We had dinner and Bill Cunningham called back. "James, I cannot leave immediately, but I arranged my schedule and I shall be in Sydney in four days' time. Please transmit my apologies to Miss Parker; I know that she did not deserve this, but I will handle it now. Just make certain that she'll be available for a meeting when I'm in Sydney. And thank you for calling, as I had not realized how serious the situation had become."

There was a moment of silence and then he continued. "Please tell also Mrs. Monahan, that I'll have the letters she requested with me."

Jenny was satisfied and opened a bottle of Chardonnay. It helped to calm everyone down and we discussed how we could use this opportunity. She was available much sooner and Maureen started to smile. "You, my dear, will become my assistant starting next week. Relax now for a few days, but then you enter my treadmill. If you believed that you have worked hard, just wait."

Jenny looked at her. "From one slave driver to the other? What I did wrong in my life to deserve this?"

Maureen laughed. "You wanted to be part of us and now you pay for it. Do you regret this?"

Jenny jumped up and kissed her, then she came to me. "James, my love, I'll never ever regret one single moment of our life together. Whatever will happen, I shall always be happy at your side."

Maureen coughed and Jenny realized what she had done. "Maureen, James is the main reason why I'm here; but if he were not present, I'd be very happy to stay with you forever. You're my sister, who cares for me and loves me. Don't ever imagine that I do not love you deep from my heart."

Maureen smiled and hugged her. "Don't forget that in this family teasing is an accomplished art form!"

We finished the bottle of wine and went to bed. Nobody was in the mood for action and all we did was talk some more, caress each other and at the end, after I had received my kisses, we went to sleep. I held Jenny close to me and during the night she made certain that I never let her go.

The next morning Maureen left for the office and promised to bring Jenny the financial statements and business plans we had for the Sydney Branch. She would relax in her own way! Peter called me and asked what had happened. I gave him a brief summary, but did not mention my call to New York. He was very upset, since he admired Jenny and confirmed that the mood in the company had gone from bad to worse.

"If you ever find a job, take me with you, James. I'll go anywhere with you! You owe me: I introduced you to Maureen!"