Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 26

"What are you doing to Ryan for his birthday tonight?"

"Anything he wants."

"You should suck his cock."

"I do that anyway."

"On your knees."

"I did that with Carlin. We took turns."

"It makes Ed feel like a king," Hazel said.

"Rod doesn't like me kneeling to him," Wildchild signed. "He says it's servile."

"Don't you like kneeling to him?" Yael asked.

"Yes. And he doesn't think it's servile when he kneels to lick my pussy."

"Rod's funny," Yael said.

"Yes, but he's also wonderful," Wildchild agreed.

"We should all do it tonight, at the same time. Don't let Rod refuse," Yael said.

"How about letting Sam and me have sex with Ryan for his birthday?" Hazel said. "After all, when you first told us about him, you said we could try him out."

"Hands off!" Yael signed frantically. "He's mine!"

Hazel and Wildchild laughed.

"Mine and Carlin's," Yael continued. "Carlin and I share him because we've got the same soul."

"I thought you and Sam had the same soul," Hazel said.

"We share the soul of friendship," Yael explained, seriously, "not the sexual soul."

"I think you've taken my place, Hazel," Wildchild said, "judging by how much time you and Goldilocks spend snogging."

"You're just jealous," Yael signed with a smile.

Wildchild had no jealousy but completely understood why Yael and Hazel were so friendly together.

Yael and Wildchild had a bond of love so deep that they never needed to express it. It showed in their telepathic ability to understand each other in a silent instant. Even so, Yael hugged and snogged Hazel most days because Ryan was away at medical school for weeks at a time and her girlfriend, Carlin, was on Samothea. Yael needed to be hugged and kissed many times a day or she would pine and be a nuisance.

She would have sat on Ezra's lap and hugged him if he was not always busy working, shagging Annela or fast asleep in a chair.

Like a normal girl from Samothea, Hazel loved affection, but Wildchild was not a hugging kind of girl. She made as much contact with Hazel as her girlfriend wanted. She indulged Freya, whom no one could resist. But both Hazel and Rod felt her affection mostly during sex, when Wildchild's passion had no limits. She loved everything about sex and had no inhibitions. She was also as fit and strong as an Olympic athlete, so Hazel and Rod had the erotic times of their lives.

The boys interrupted the girls' discussion by pulling them back onto the dance floor. So the dinner ended with the girls walking on air and their boyfriends, especially Ryan, as horny as they had ever been in their lives.

******

In their bedrooms, three happy and well-fed girls knelt in their underwear before their boyfriends and took their erect cocks into their mouths. Wildchild did not allow Rod to refuse. Ed felt like a king and Ryan's only worry was that, after two months without sex, he would not last long, however hard he tried to hold off.

With Yael's pretty mouth around his cock and her tongue, so soft and smooth, loving and caressing, Ryan had no chance. He tried manfully to contain himself but pretty soon, as Yael bobbed her head and he ran his fingers through her wavy hair, he arched backward, groaned heavily and erupted into her welcoming mouth.

When she had done, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed, lying her on her back. Spreading her legs wide, he planted his mouth on her pussy.

The other girls were still on their knees sucking when Ryan's tongue and fingers brought Yael to a first pulsating ecstasy. He lay on her and sank his hot shaft into her narrow slit, making her rock and moan. He always lasted much longer the second time and even longer the third time. Yael was still riding him halfway into the night, his mouth warmly on a small succulent tit, her hair flying backward, ripples of joy suffusing her skinny body, making her legs shake and her breath come in spurts.

******

Next morning, they went to breakfast in the old city. They sat at tables outside a cafe while a soft autumn wind swept leaf-litter around their feet. A guitarist in the square picked out a languid melody under a lamppost. Artists sat on stools, sketching the buildings for those tourists with romantic tastes and spare coin.

As the friends chatted, the girls from Samothea kept up a parallel conservation, telling stories of last night's passion in their sign language. There were occasional giggles from Yael and smiles from Hazel and Wildchild. Freya laughed because Yael was laughing.

After a couple of minutes, Ryan started making signs of his own to the other lads. He flapped his fingers and rolled his hands, crossed his thumbs and put his fingertips together. Ed caught on and signed back with crossed arms, fingers on his elbows, tapping a pattern.

The girls noticed. Yael and Hazel stopped their conversation to study the boys' signals, trying to work out the pattern but Wildchild understood immediately and smiled to herself.

Rod had something important to communicate. He made extravagant gestures with his whole arms, patting his chest, playing the piano on the tabletop, waving his hands in circles either side of his head. He ended by flamboyantly sticking his thumbs in his ears, waggling his fingers.

The girls burst out laughing, none louder than Freya.

Wildchild signalled to Yael:

"What do you say, Goldilocks? Shall we teach them our language?"

"Let's teach them the public one. There are some things we want to keep between ourselves."

"All right."

That afternoon, on the hovertrain home, the girls taught Kelly, Rod, Ed and Ryan the secret language that Wildchild and Yael had invented when they lived in the Herder Tribe and wanted to talk unnoticed.

******

The same weekend Danielle received some good news.

She heard the story directly from Michio Nakatani and Stephen Oakshott in a conference call. The x-ray communication system to co-ordinate the Beltway hyperspace junctions passed all its tests. The new technology worked well enough for them to start the Beltway Hyperspace System upgrade. Danielle's invention was a success!

In a day, the triumph was splashed all over the news media, especially the Physics Web and the Business Web. Orders immediately flooded in and the partners in the business - the Nakatani Corporation, Oakshott Industries and the consortium of miners and manufacturers assembled by Tatiana and Ezra - geared up quickly for production.

In a first rush of optimistic excitement, an article on the Business Web valued the new technology at twelve million Galactic Pounds.

Things seemed to be going right at last. One quarter of the value of the business belonged to Danielle, though she would not relax, unable to believe her luck would hold. So it was in a completely neutral mood that she responded to an invitation from Vice-Chancellor Joan Mayfield to a meeting in her office with Doctor Michael Hoxton, the Dean of the Celetaris Institute for Science, and Paul Kessler, the Institute's lawyer.

The Dean looked as hassled as always. The handsome lawyer smiled apologetically. Joan was her usual busy self, organised and forthright, in seeming contradiction to her overcrowded and messy desk.

Danielle was good friends with Joan and Paul, who were instrumental players in the Samothea Project. She had great respect for Dean Hoxton, not least because his balding head and harassed look represented the visage of a man with five lively daughters.

The situation was uncannily familiar.

It looked like a repeat of the meeting two years before, when Danielle first met Michael and Paul. At that time, Michael wanted to stop Danielle from working on her hyperdrive motor due to the threat of a patent-infringement suit by the Nakatani Corporation. The lawsuit was happily resolved and now the Nakatani Corporation was a partner in the Samothea Project.

Whatever the reason for the summons, Danielle could only hope for a repeat of the same outcome.

"Thanks for coming, Danielle," Joan said. "Michael has something to say about your Samothea Project technology."

"Yes, Michael?" Danielle said.

"We all admire your work very much, Doctor Goldrick ..."

"Her name's Danielle," Joan ruled from her seat of power. "We're all friends here, and no one needs buttering up, least of all Danielle. So out with it, Michael. What's the problem?"

"It's the Beltway Hyperspace System upgrade. It was invented on Institute premises in Institute time, with Institute computer resources and using the Institute physics laboratory. So the invention belongs to the Institute."

"Don't be an ass, Michael," Joan said.

"Really, Joan!" Michael protested.

"Michael's right," Danielle said. "I ought to share the patent on the Beltway upgrade technology, though it is not only my work."

"We don't need you to, Danielle," Joan insisted. "We'll get plenty of rewards from the good publicity. All the best brains in astrophysics will want to come here now. Not to mention the businesses that will want to sponsor our students and our research. Thanks to the Samothea Project, the Celetaris Institute for Science is truly on the map."

"But if Danielle sells the patent, we'll miss out on a huge payout," Michael protested.

"It's true. I'm sorry, Michael," Danielle said, "but I need the money for a special purpose. Paul, if we sell the technology, can we make it a condition of the sale that the buyer agrees to endow the university with something, like a department, a building or sponsorship for Ph.D. students?"

"We can. I don't see it putting off determined buyers."

"What's your special purpose for the money?" Michael asked.

"I can't tell you yet," Danielle said. "But I promise, the Institute won't lose out."

"Of course, we won't," Joan said. "The Institute is Danielle's home now as much as anyone else's. She wants us to prosper. ... So now that you're satisfied, Michael, we can all go back to work."

It was a statement, not a question. Michael did not look satisfied, but he was used to doing what he was told by bossy women. He nodded in long-suffering silence. Danielle smiled apologetically to him and, with a wink to Joan and Paul, skipped back to her office to prepare for the next problem.

******

Now the Samothea Project promised to bring in some serious money, Danielle realised she needed to organise the business in a more professional manner. She began by sorting out the Project's accounts, which were in a complete mess.

The truth was that Danielle had never expected to make any money. Beyond conscientiously insisting that everyone submit receipts for all their spending, she had no real control over expenditure. It was pure luck (backed up by the generosity of Stephen Oakshott) that the enterprise had not folded years ago.

Another thing Danielle had always been conscientious about was warning her investors and colleagues that their stakes in the Project might never turn a profit. She was happy to be proved wrong.

At the moment, three members of the Samothea Project - Danielle, Stephen Oakshott and the Nakatani Corporation - owned 75% of its shares, 25% each. Rosa Silverstein, Li Qu Yuan, Herman Melzner, Jonathan Wright and Hestia Smith owned another 5% each, making up the other 25%.

The shares represented a proportion of the future profits to be made by upgrading the Beltway Hyperspace System, worth millions when the new technology was fully deployed. There was also the existing hyperdrive system, which was working well and making returns for the Nakatani Corporation and Oakshott Industries, some of which would eventually feed back to the shareholders when the financial investments of the two companies had been covered.

Danielle was thinking ahead. She would need the money soon if (with the help of Eva and Ezra) she was to buy the planet Samothea from the settler company. With the promise of a secure income, and Andrew Claydon on Samothea explaining his plan to the Advisory Council, it was time to push her own plan forward. For that, she needed to know exactly how much money the Project had.

Another factor forcing Danielle to do her accounts now was the Women's Business Initiative. This was the group that Eva approached when she first thought about buying Samothea. Eva asked the Initiative to approach Outworld Ventures informally, to ask if the planet was for sale and for how much. Either because Eva asked first, or because it was a noted feminist group asking, the response was four million Galactic Pounds - a figure much lower than the prices obtained by similar discrete approaches on behalf of Danielle and Ezra.

The Women's Business Initiative was able to put pressure on Outworld Ventures because it was a male-dominated company that signed up to give 30% of its senior positions to women. The company failed to find enough women with the right skills, qualifications or desire to do the jobs, so they were vulnerable to a kind of blackmail from feminist groups that accused them (however unfairly) of institutionalised misogyny.

After she was expelled from the feminist movement, Eva assumed she had lost the support of the Women's Business Initiative, so she was pleasantly surprised to be contacted by the head of the group, who wanted to visit Celetaris and meet the Samothea Project team.

Her name was Elspeth Bereded. She owned an accountancy firm and requested to see the Project's accounts. It was a sign that she meant business and a good reason for Danielle to make sure the accounts tallied perfectly.

Danielle started with her usual enthusiasm, which did not last. She liked to use her mathematical brain for concepts just on the edge of her understanding, imagining new physics principles or understanding exotic particles. Financial accounts, by contrast, were easy but tedious. The painstaking work made her grumpy and sullen.

Roger felt the brunt of her moody reaction and her disinclination for sex. As usual, he was understanding and patient.

The girls from Samothea also noticed Danielle's mood and insisted on helping. Now there were four bright minds to work on the accounts. When the business students, Rod and Ed, were brought in as well, it was only a few more days until the great mess was sifted, collated, ordered-by-date and almost perfectly balanced. A few stray amounts were unaccounted for, but they were negligible, so Danielle balanced the books from her own pocket.

Her relief was palpable and her conclusion very welcome: the Samothea Project was rich. Not with millions but a healthy number of thousands, and a strong potential for much more.

They had a quick celebration, with a bit of mutual gloating at the good result, but it was a school night, which Yael normally spent with Kelly. She skipped away early. Hazel and Wildchild normally spent the evenings studying, but Roger sent them away with Ed and Rod because there was something he had to say to Danielle in private. Hazel winked at him as she and Wildchild pulled their boyfriends out of the apartment, leaving Roger and Danielle alone.

"Wife, come with me to the bedroom," he ordered.

"Ooh!" she said, jumping up to obey him. "I love it when you're all manly and commanding."

In the bedroom, he turned to face her, a stern look on his face.

"Your attitude toward me this last week has been somewhat less than endearing."

Sometimes Roger tried to use British understatement. Occasionally he was successful.

"Less than endearing? I've been a complete bitch and I deserve a good hard spanking!"

"That may be true but first I'm going to patronise you."

"Patronise me how?"

"You have a good brain, Danielle, but you're not a businessman. Accounts make you testy. Now that we know the Samothea Project can afford it, I want you to hire a man to do the job properly. You're not to worry your pretty little head about accounts any more."

Danielle laughed.

"You're very masterful, husband. ... You're also right. I agree. ... May I have my spanking now?"

"You may. Assume the position."

He sat on the edge of the bed as Danielle, smiling with happy anticipation, lay on her front over his legs. He pulled her skirt up and her knickers down and began to wallop her. She shut her eyes to enjoy the lovely sensation, breathing deeply and occasionally yelping.

When her buttocks were red and hot, her pussy soaked, her nipples stiff and her mind satisfyingly numbed with pleasure, he stripped off her clothes and tied her up. He crossed her arms behind her, tying her left wrist to her right ankle and her right wrist to her left ankle.

Pulling her roughly on the bed, he laid her on her back with her head dangling over the edge, upside down. Now he fed his hard cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, bobbing her head as best she could, lashing the topside of his cock with her tongue.

He was ready. He turned her around, firmly pulled her knees apart and thrust in hard. She loved the manhandling and the hard pounding. She came many times before he finished, her pussy quivering, her back arching despite the restraints. She got an extra jolt of painful pleasure when he squeezed a nipple, just as she came.

He untied her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging on tightly.

"I love you, husband," she said, when she was calm enough to talk. "I really needed that."

"So did I."

"I thought about a professional manager for the Project on the day I started that marathon. It was only stupid pride that made me try to do it on my own. I'll speak to Stephen Oakshott and ask him to recommend someone."

Twenty minutes later, Roger was ready again. She lay on him and rode him slowly, their bodies pressed lovingly together. She fed him her tits for a good sucking and he gave her warm pink bottom an occasional slap, the slight sting reminding her of the joyful sensations of an hour ago.

5 Elspeth Bereded

Elspeth Bereded landed on Celetaris at the end of a week when Danielle not only did her accounts but gave dozens of interviews to news media about her amazing new hyperdrive system, explaining how it will revolutionise hyperspace travel, reducing costs significantly, increasing the speed of long-distance journeys.

Eva Welwyn met Elspeth (who brought an assistant, a serious-looking young woman) at Ocean City Astroport. She escorted her to the Conference Centre on the Institute campus, where members the Samothea Project team assembled to greet her.

Elspeth was an ancient Ethiopian woman, with black skin like parchment, an aquiline nose, thin lips, white hair and rheumy dark-brown eyes. Having succeeded in business running an accountancy firm, she spoke softly and to the point, not wasting time with elaborate courtesies.

Eva introduced her, saying:

"Elspeth is the co-founder and CEO of Bereded Solomon Partners. She's been a businesswoman for fifty years and is now Chair of the Women's Business Initiative."

"Thank you for that introduction, Doctor Welwyn," Elspeth said in a quiet and matter-of-fact voice, "but I'm a 'businessman' and a 'chairman'. Besides wanting to help women in a competitive male-dominated commercial world, the Women's Business Initiative is dedicated to common sense. We use the word 'man' in its proper sense, to indicate both sexes. We don't accept the myth that one can change reality by changing a few words. We women didn't win our freedom just by doctoring the language."

Danielle had to prevent herself from applauding this speech, for which Elspeth was an instant hit with the Project team, although Eva sighed in impotent protest at yet another successful woman who seemed to repudiate her brand of feminism.

There was a young reporter for a local Arts City news outlet whose job it was to cover the Samothea Project, which seemed to generate interesting news items every week now. He was alerted to Elspeth's visit by Roger, who was making a videobook of the Project. They would share the video footage.