A Fantasy about Love Pt. 12

The barbeque went well, and in the afternoon the weather cleared up and the sun came out. It was still warm, and we decided to relax at the pool. My ladies vanished to put on their bikinis and when they came back, each was more tempting than the other. Eileen, as always, was the more aggressive one; her bikini was just a string that covered about one percent of her body and when she presented herself, she grinned. "Remember what I told you about this one?"

I remembered: her late husband lasted for five minutes before she was back in the bedroom and he inside her. Maureen was the middle one in audacity: her bikini covered about half of her areolae and a part of her labia. Jenny was still not ready to enter that competition: her bikini covered her areolae (barely) and her bottom part was firm on her mound. She grinned and licked her lips as she came closer, and suddenly I understood her attitude. As she moved her nipples slipped in and out of a little opening, and her pussy was winking at me through another slit. She had decided to enter the competition!

They wanted me to protect their bodies from the sun and it was a pleasure for me to do my duty. Their bikinis did not last long as I rubbed the sunscreen into their bodies and when I was called to quality check my work, they came nicely. In the end, they looked at each other and Maureen nodded to her mother. "Mom, do your duty!" and when she did, I came very satisfyingly also. It was a wonderful afternoon and it seemed that the dark clouds had vanished.

Afterwards, we played in the pool and it was one against all, and all against me: wholesome fun! After our showers we went back to the house that Eileen had bought and stayed there for almost two hours, discussing colors, a remodeling of the kitchen to include a decent wine cellar, design of furniture. We agreed on a similar style as Eileen had in her house: low Scandinavian tables and chairs. A few Persian and Caucasian rugs and the few Persian carpets we had already, our paintings, and it would come out beautifully. I thanked Eileen once more, but she shrugged it off.

"I would do so much more for you if I could; I'm waiting for another opportunity, however; you'll see!"

Eileen prepared a light dinner and we were all exhausted from the emotions of the last two days. Maureen looked at her mother. "Mom, Jenny and I have to talk a lot about the forthcoming week, so why don't you retire early?" She grinned. "If you need company, I'm certain that James would sacrifice himself, Wouldn't you, darling?"

I had to laugh and nodded. "Well, if I'm asked nicely?"

Eileen did not hesitate. "Count de Winter, I'm tired and in need of rest. May I ask the boon of your kindness to take me to my quarters?"

I took her arm; but before I left, we walked over to Jenny and I kissed her, repeating the move with Maureen. She whispered that she would see me in the morning, as always. "You'll always wake up with me in your arms, my love."

Eileen hugged me with all her force. "Darling, I don´t want to make love tonight. I just want to lie in your arms, feeling safe and protected. May I please?" My answer was to take off her ugly shirt, get ready myself and lay her on her bed. When I lay beside her, she sighed.

"James, why am I so stupid once in a while? I know what you give me, I live in your love, and then I fall off the cliff. Will you always forgive me? I don't do this intentionally, but something takes hold of me and I cannot stop it. Please tell me that you will forgive me!"

I nodded. "Eileen, I love you and whatever happens, I'll always love you." I wondered, however, how this would develop. It would happen again, and if one day she would go too far, it could break the trust between us, and broken trust cannot be healed.

She snuggled close to me and laid her head on my chest. Her hair tickled my nose, but her closeness compensated all that. She was still using her heavy perfume (I remembered that it was Opium) and it fitted her perfectly. She was a woman, with all her faults, but also with all her many more heavenly attributes. We talked a bit about the next morning at NT, her visit to Sydney the next weekend for Jenny´s birthday, the trip to Mr. Simpson to firm up the sale, and Allan´s investiture as the NSW Business Executive of the Year.

"James, I admire that guy! With all the troubles I've caused, I must say that he's a perfect gentleman! He dances well, almost as well as you, and when he looks at you, you realize that he sees you, you the person, and his eyes are focused on you. He's interesting, isn´t he?"

I agreed and wondered what had caused this fascination with Allan; I certain, however, that I would find out one way or the other. Slowly she closed her eyes, but at the last moment she remembered her duties and offered her body for my kisses and smiled satisfied. "You see, I do know what I've to do to please you - and me! " Then she fell asleep and I followed her.

During the night I felt that another body slipped under the cover and my hand was placed on a breast; it was Maureen as the puffy form of her areolae was obvious. She had kept her promise.

The next morning, we returned to NT, I checked the minutes of the sales contract, discussed eventual payments terms for the purchase and the funding of the University Chair, and was asked to prepare an investment strategic plan for the next three years. I told them that a plan never survives the first contact with reality, but was told any plan, even if abandoned fast, was better than no plan at all. I agreed fully with this and promised to submit a draft on Friday. We had a working lunch, discussed Eileen´s stay in Sydney and before we left, I spent a lot of effort and time to convince Eileen that she was forgiven and that I loved her. In the end, Maureen had to cough quite loudly, as it was getting late to catch our plane.

The flight was easy and fast and after all these problems during the last days, Jenny decided that an evening run would be quite appropriate. We suffered and were humiliated when she ran away from us; we obviously had neglected our bodies. The next days were planned and I called Allan to get his help in my planning exercise. One thing I loved: to go to bed and have my two loves glued to me during the night, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the beating of their hearts. Waking up was perhaps even nicer: looking at their faces with their sweet smiles and their shining, laughing eyes.

They left and I prepared my work. I had to compile a vast amount of data to arrive at a sustainable plan. I also called Mr. Simpson and confirmed the deal and the visit of Mrs. Monahan on Friday to sign the contract, and that I hoped the lawyers were ready. I told him that we had sent our drafts and we were ready at any moment to discuss whatever his lawyers wanted to detail; I asked his assistance to accelerate this process.

He agreed and hesitantly asked: "James, I read up on NT and Mrs. Monahan over the weekend. I saw that her daughter married a Count de Winter. Are you Mrs. Monahan´s son-in-law?" I confirmed this and he hesitated again. "I apologize that I did not realize this the last time we met."

I told him that it did not matter to me. We had closed a deal between two men, not between a title and a man. He was satisfied and we agreed that I would come to his office on Wednesday morning to check on the progress of the lawyers´ work; in my experience, they needed occasionally a big kick in a back part of their body. He laughed and said that he would expect me on Wednesday. I met my two for a fast lunch and then went to see Allan.

He was already waiting for me, but before he could say anything, Ellen asked me to come and speak to her for a moment. I looked at Allan who shrugged. "She did not tell me why, but go ahead." I went to her room, she waved me in and gave me a kiss.

"James, tell me what happened in Brisbane." I tried to evade an answer, but she would not let go.

"Allan came home rather confused and I want to know what happened. I understand that he came to Mrs. Monahan´s house and had tea with you, and then at the event they danced together. I saw a photo of them dancing and the way he looked at her was different from the way when he danced with other women; as you know he loves to dance and for me, this is impossible now. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but when he came home, he didn't want to tell me about the event and then he was quite contradictory in his accounts. Please tell me happened!"

I wondered what to do, but she deserved to know the truth.

"Ellen, Eileen invited him for tea before the ceremony and when he arrived: the perfect gentleman, impeccably dressed and with flowers in his hands, she was overwhelmed. She decided to be the perfect host and turned on her charm. Ellen, when Eileen wants to charm a man, he's lost. And at night, when they danced, I saw also that his behavior was strange. I used a moment when she left the table to ask about you, how you were, about the treatment, and that snapped him out of it. From that moment on, he behaved like a perfect gentleman again, but this time with respect and a visible distance. When we left, he kissed her hand and walked away without looking back. Eileen was very angry with me afterwards, complained that I had spoiled her fun and I had to remind her that Allan was married. She mixed up her medicines, had too much champagne, Ellen, and the next day she was quite embarrassed. She wanted to call Allan to apologize or you to explain, but we told her not to make an elephant out of a little fly. She'll be here over the weekend to be at Allan's party and you can, or even should talk to her. She's a good woman, Ellen, but she has her moments."

Ellen nodded and waved me down to give me a kiss. "I know that you'll always protect me, James. Thank you, but now go to Allan and talk about business."

He had prepared a sherry and when I joined him, he looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. "Problem resolved, Allan. The next time remember Frank."

He gave me my glass and lifting it to mine, said: "Thanks, James. It was a moment of foolishness, but you made me step back. Thanks once more."

We talked about my presentation to NT, the eventual or probable problems we would have with the takeover, and where we should go long-term. It helped me focus my mind and as always, his thoughts and recommendations let me perceive how much more he knew than I about business and Australia. It was a fruitful meeting and after the lunch that Ellen had prepared for us, I went back to the flat to analyze everything once more, and start on my next presentation on strategic plans for NT.

At night we went for a run and I was shocked at how soft I had become. Well, there went my romantic evenings with two lovely ladies, a glass of good wine and a welcoming bed. The next day I went to the Public Library and then to the NSW Association of Trucking Companies to get more data, and at night more running.

Chapter 49: Birthday gifts

On Wednesday morning I drove to see Mr. Simpson and he received me immediately; I must say that his secretary, however, was glaring even more furiously at me; she would be the first to go in the new company.

After the few social pleasantries, he handed me the draft contract that his lawyers had revised. I read it carefully, asked for tea (I hoped she had not put poison into it) and read it again. He was signing documents and when I finished, I told him that we would not sign this contract. He was perturbed.

"But it is basically the contract you sent us. My lawyers just added a few clauses to explain points they thought were not very clear."

I asked him whether he had read the document - if he said yes, I would have left.

"Yesterday I read the first draft and was satisfied; they wanted it back to revise it once more. I did not read it again; they gave it to me half an hour ago and I assume they didn't change anything essential. Is there something wrong with it?"

That explanation calmed me a bit and I explained my problem.

"Mr. Simpson..." (I was back to Mr. Simpson) "what we sent to you was, and at least in our opinion, a fair document that protected both our companies' interests. This document changes everything: there are clauses now that practically annul our intentions how to operate the company, that would take away most of our power and authority over the new company, and worst of all, that would pay an enormous amount of money to your senior managers. Looking at the results you've had over the last years, and with all due respect, Mr. Simpson, they do not deserve this. We'll not sign this document and the deal is off."

He was shocked and asked me to give him the contract. He read it once, read it again, and then asked his secretary to call his lawyer. "Mr. Winter - and may I continue to call you Mr. Winter? please wait for a moment. This is not the contract I saw yesterday, and I find it strange that this version was given to me at the last moment when I had no chance to review it."

The lawyer arrived: a man sixties, black suit, black bow tie, old face and a wicked look in his eyes, and Mr. Simpson asked him whether this was the document he had seen yesterday. The guy hesitated, but then said that it was not: they had changed a few paragraphs to make the content clearer. Mr. Simpson asked then whether all executive had agreed to the changes and he said almost all, only the Financial Manager had voted against and had walked out when he was outvoted.

"So everyone except Dustin, agreed to these changes and you decided to hand it to me just a few minutes before my meeting with Mr. Winter?"

The lawyer was getting uncomfortable and continued to affirm that is was a unanimous decision to recommend these changes to Mr. Simpson.

"Unanimous with the exception of Dustin." Mr. Simpson repeated, and the lawyer nodded.

"We'll do the following: please send me the original draft from NT and I shall advise what I'll do."

The lawyer understood the message and left, and we sat silent. He sighed. "I did not expect this." and looked out of the window to the patio where his trucks were busy. A few minutes later, the secretary brought our document.

"Mr. Winter, I spoke to Sir Allan and he confirmed that you are an honorable man and that I can trust your word. Do you promise that any serious differences that might come up, will be resolved between you and me, with no lawyers in the middle?"

I nodded. "No lawyers, just you and I."

He took his pen and signed the contract and handed it to me. "Mr. Winter, I'm in your hands now, so you'll have to tell me how you'll handle this. I will do my thing, however: I'll fire all these treacherous bastards!"

To say the least, I was surprised about this sign of trust and it placed a great responsibility on my shoulders. There was one little annoying problem that I had to resolve now.

"Mr. Simpson, we'll have to sit down in the near future and decide how we'll handle your employees. Our proposal stated some principles, but we have to go into details. There's one specific person I'd like to discuss with you now: your secretary. She visibly hates my guts and I don't want to come to your office and be greeted every time with fury in her face and rage in her behavior."

He agreed. "She's a difficult person, but very dedicated to me and she has worked all her life for me. What do you want to do? I don't want her to feel that I abandoned her and if necessary, I'll pay her out of my own pocket."

I shook my head. "Mr. Simpson, that is not necessary. I have a proposal: you'll work a lot at the University and you´ll need someone you can trust and who knows your working habits. The Chair we will be funding provides for one such person and if you can stand her humor, be welcome to her."

He smiled. "I know her well enough, Mr. Winter, and she treats me actually quite well. You'll see one day that she's a good person, very efficient, and I suggest that whoever you will place on this chair, would be well advised to listen to her."

I signed the document with my power of attorney and the deal was finished. We discussed how to transfer funds to his accounts, agreed to meet with the Chancellor early next week to set up the Chair, and he said that he would be happy to receive Mrs. Monahan on Friday. I added that I would bring also my wife, Maureen Winter, who would take over as the General Manager for NSW, and Miss Parker, who we assigned to stay with him for two days of the week for the next few months or as long as they could stand each other, to accompany him on his visits to customers, and to learn everything from him whatever he could teach. She would be the Administrative Manager for NSW. He was happy with all this and I left, but not without receiving one more baleful glare from the secretary.

I had lunch with Maureen and Jenny and told them how things went; they were surprised about the attempt to betray Mr. Simpson and pleased about his reaction. I called Eileen, who was very happy and promised me my rewards on the weekend, and Allan, who said that he was certain that this was only the first step in our campaign to take over the universe. At night we ran, and I could still see Jenny coming up behind us, but this time she was not overhauling us anymore with ease.

Thursday, I went to the airport to pick up Eileen and she had one look at my Porsche and grinned. "This is a car to seduce girls, James, not to do business! I told you before that you need a bigger car! As the CEO of a big company, you'll have to drive other executives around and this car will not do! Maureen has her BMW40; may I give you a decent company car? Tell me what you want? Mercedes, BMW, Audi?"

I shook my head. "I'm very happy with my car and if I need one day a bigger one, I can always use Maureen's car."

It was difficult for her to enter the Porsche with her narrow skirt; even with me holding her hand she had to be careful to slip into the low seat. We went to the NT office where my two ladies were waiting and after kisses (and some whispers) were exchanged, we took Maureen´s car to meet Mr. Simpson.

His gargoyle was protecting his office and Maureen grinned after one look at her. "You are right, James, this is one change we'll do rapidly."

Jenny was not so certain since she realized the loyalty of that woman and the experience she must have won through all these years. On top, she would need her to understand the company rapidly. She went over to her desk, introduced herself and said that she would hope they would work well together. Perhaps that was the way I should have chosen - finally I saw a glimmer of a human reaction appearing in the lady´s eye.

Mr. Simpson got up when we entered. "Mrs. Monahan, I have heard a lot about you, but nobody told me that you are such a beautiful lady!" He bowed and kissed her hand.

Eileen did not know what to say, so I stepped in. "Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Monahan has seen the contract you signed and as a gesture of good will and since we'll still have to sign many documents, she has a cheque for you for one million dollars. You'll need some money to buy all those books you must have at the university, and you must promise us that you'll invite us all to the inaugural lesson you'll give whenever your Chair has been formalized."

Eileen had overcome her first reaction to Mr. Simpson´s gesture and took over.

The meeting went well, my cup of tea was not poisoned, and he took us to his club for lunch. It was a bit of showmanship, as he seemed to know everyone, and all came to compliment him and to see the woman who had bought his company. Actually, it was quite impressive, and I knew we had done well to gain his active support.

After the last glass of Port, we parted and I drove back to the flat. Eileen suggested that we all changed and for me to prepare the champagne: it was a day of victory! Maureen knew that I preferred Cristal over Dom Perignon and had bought enough for a good party. Then the ladies appeared. I was surprised: no transparency, no exposure, just a white blouse, buttoned beneath their breasts, and a wraparound skirt that reached to the floor. The only difference was the color: green for Maureen, red for Eileen and blue for Jenny.