Hattie & Vic

"My team is still trying to find out if capturing deer by helicopter is still permissible; it's still permissible for the purposes of animal control to shoot deer from helicopters."

"What, kill them in cold blood?"

Daniel laughed and said was there another way. "There are so many of them in parts of New Zealand, especially red deer, they are regarded a pest -- a noxious animal. But the team has come up with enough evidence to convince me the costs of capturing enough deer with trophy heads and to maintain good levels in the shooting blocks will be very expensive with a high mortality rate and the operational costs would be very high. We'll talk more tonight -- bye darling."

Kitty called Daniel's chief of staff and asked him to call her back on a public phone. He did so an hour later.

"What's up babe?"

"Darling, now it seems the New Zealand hunting venture is all but sunk, I need a little business operation to keep the New Zealander here until Hattie is finished with him."

"What, are they fucking already?"

"I would imagine like rabbits. I need some big cooperation from you -- I've sucked you off enough times and introduced you to some of my friends I know are in groupies to be entitled to expect such a reward from you."

Kevin laughed his fruity laugh and said she certainly had increased the quality of his social life enormously. I'm currently fucking four of your friends and their husbands."

"Well done. Within our corporation do we have an ailing business that ought to be shoveled off?"

"Let me think -- yes, there are two. One manufacturers heating towel rails for bathrooms and stainless steel steps for swimming pools and hand rails for toilets, bathrooms and spas and the other manufacturers shaving foam and gels and deodorants for males."

"Ah, the last one -- tell me about it?"

"If memory serves me it has a book value of just under five million. It's not a big operation although has plenty of potential for expansion which is why we purchased it but regrettably we kept the existing president who is a sub-performer; his contract runs out in about six months. We'll either fire him then or attempt to sell him the business."

"Really? Could you persuade the corporation to sell the business to me and I would then install the New Zealander as assistant operations manager to learn the business. I'll make him president when I fire the existing one."

"It's an expiring business."

"Oh good -- when it goes belly up I'll have a substantial tax loss to write off against income."

"You best speak to your financial advisers."

"I will and if they advise me to proceed I'll be asking you to recommend that company is sold to me for two million cash as a going concerned. Right."

"No sweat, but I can't see the full board approving that."

"Well I'm the notional chairman darling and I sleep with the corporation's president, so I rather fancy my chances. The directors are aware the corporation was founded by my late daddy and it's controlling interest came to me as my inheritance."

"I shall do everything within my powers to appease you, Mrs Soft Lips."

Kitty smiled as she tossed down her phone. The slimy toad was amusing and she'd curried favor with him because at times some insight on her husband's activities was useful. The first real test of Kevin's usefulness came when she sought a copy of a very confidential transaction involving a foreign power and she was worried that it might have breach US Government regulation. It hadn't but the price of getting that confirmation was to sucking the man's dick. She would have vomited at the suggestion except he had the manners of a gentleman, dressed and groomed immaculately so she swallowed her pride and his dick; Kitty had found it long, thin and velvety -- quite the most exquisite she'd ever blown. She'd rather looked forward to the few other occasions.

Kevin called her an hour later. "I handed Daniel my recommendation; he looked at it said good idea. He grizzled why should you be discussing the proposal with me instead of him and I said you needed to sound me out on the idea before he was involved and I said I thought it was a brilliant way to reduce your tax load. He thanked me for looking after you. I guess that means you owe me one."

"I do, thank you Kevin -- we'll talk soon."

Daniel came home early. This was becoming a habit -- perhaps he was loosing his libido? She kissed him and once again couldn't smell another woman's perfume.

"Great move of yours moving to buy that loss-making outfit. You could have raised it with me."

"I didn't want you to rubbish the idea -- by approaching Kevin I knew he'd pull in information and opinions before drafting a recommendation to put to you."

"You are so clever -- you should be running the corporation."

"Yes, I've often wondered about that but discarded the idea as it would involve too much sitting on my ass at meetings and being nice to people I had no interest in. Besides there is no way you'd draw such a handsome salary and perks without me having put you in that job."

"Bitch," he grinned and turned to take his whisky from Carol the housekeeper's assistant. "Where are they?"

"I can hear them coming," Kitty said sipping her Martini after asking Carol to wait and take further drink orders.

Hattie came skipping in and launched herself at her father crying a throat-choking greeting.

"Hi baby, you are glowing," he said.

"Hi Carol -- a dark beer and a Martini please."

Kitty watched amused as her husband sized up his daughter's new lover and knew what would happen. There was a gym for executives at the corporate head office and Dan was a regular midday attendee. He fancied his upper body strength but she suspected he'd forgotten the visitor was a farm boy.

She waited expectantly, tightening her ass muscles involuntarily as this was the meeting of the old bull and the young bull, whether or not they knew it.

"Daddy, this is Cousin Vic -- just call him Daniel Vic; mom may even allow you to call him Dan."

"Welcome to the Monks' hideout Vic."

"Thank you sir," Vic said as their palms slapped together.

Kitty knew Dan would have loved been called sir. She pressed her thighs together as she saw the look on Dan's face when his victim didn't appear to be under duress and she almost dampened her pants in the thrill of knowing that either Vic's grip was only as strong as Dan's or else he had the nous not to indicate he had power in reserve -- in that case it would be a brilliant tactic because if Dan became aware he was out-classed he would sulk and even be nasty over dinner.

"Nice grip," Dan smiled carefully.

"You almost had me there Chip."

The release came and Kitty felt the flush spread up her body. Christ that boy was on dangerous ground but to her astonishment Dan slapped him on the back and laughed, saying his daughter had been talking out of turn.

"I didn't invite him to call you Chip daddy, honestly."

Dan looked at Hattie sternly: "Stand by your man, baby -- don't drop him into it."

"Of course not; I'm sorry Vic."

Daniel excused himself and returned wearing glasses and carrying a dossier.

"Vic, the other evening Hattie told me of your plan to develop a hunting safari operation at the top of your parents' ranch in mountainous country and for me and Kitty to invest up to $4 million in the project, placing Hattie in charge of overseeing our investment. To tell you the truth, the idea rather excited me so I thought of going there and taking a look. But first I asked my guys to make a quick appraisal of the proposal."

"That was enterprising of you," Vic said. "I have a DVD of it which perhaps we could look at after dinner."

Daniel said of course but first he had to say that the preliminary appraisal appointed to it as a no-no investment because there were too many negatives that suggested the proposal had not been adequately researched or even researched.

"That's disappointing," Vic said. "It's true that dad and I have simply discussed this at length and come to a number of conclusions which have yet to be fully appraised."

Daniel said the main concern against investment were huge tracts of the South Island of public land were open to private shooters. Another point was private hunting estates up to 7000 acres already existed in the area, admittedly not as close to the international airport as the Shadbolt proposed site but it did bring the question of whether yet another private game park would be sustainable and whether charging $10,000 a day per gun was a tenable proposition.

"We also found there is some doubt about whether catching deer such as Tahr, chamois and red deer on public land by firing nets from helicopter was still permissible. Also the setting up a new multi-million venture was under the uncertainty of existing legislation empowering authorities to prohibit the containment or even the existence of all deer or any species of deer."

He shook his head. "All in all those are pretty persuasive factors to not to invest a single buck in that venture. I'll give you a copy of this preliminary assessment Vic to discuss with your father; I do emphasis it's a preliminary report with no on-ground investigations and discussions with the authorities but personally with such a high-fee hunting operation as proposed in such a small area where plenty of competition exists I will not be persuaded to recommend investment. Sorry."

Vic also shook his head. "I have always said it was a proposal -- actually nothing more than a concept devised over some beers and written down on the back of an envelope. You now have my head screaming to drop the idea and do something else."

Kitty took her third Martini from Carol. "Would you consider working for me Vic -- I was alarmed about the possibility of Hattie disappearing from America to accompany you to New Zealand other than a short-term visit."

"Mom! There is nothing decided and now comes daddy's bombshell."

"Yes. Well this comes at an opportune moment. I am buying an ailing unit from the corporation, subject to board decision. It has a weak boss. It was my intention to replace him immediately but I'm now wondering if Vic would work for that company in the new position of deputy operations manager with a view of taking over the company after he has been blooded in. It requires somebody with ideas, a willingness to push boundaries and the ability to lead from the front -- attributes which Vic appears to have. Proposing to develop a hunting estate suggests he doesn't want to continue in general farming."

Vic still smarting at being found to have been lacking in preparation before floating a proposal, said, "It appears to be a wacky offer but you're forgetting I'm not permitted to work in America."

"Vic, I'll talk to my lawyers," Daniel said. "There are ways of gaining residency for business reasons and we may have to have you enter the country again with seeding finance of say a couple of million to bring this company back into profitability. Kitty is buying it for tax write off purposes but it's still possible for a company to make a good profit and yet make a loss for its principle investors because of the need to plow money back into the enterprise for expansion. It will also help that your father was born in America."

"Kansas actually and although he has New Zealand permanent residency he remains a citizen of the United States."

"Well there you go."

Vic asked what did the company produce and was told men's shaving creams and gels. It was called Man's World International and had 315 people on the payroll on a large site with room for expansion."

"Never heard of the product," Vic said looking unimpressed.

"Mom -- would there be money for research and development and building new plant and expanding the distribution network?"

"Yes Hattie if you and Vic and your team came up with a scheme that indicated more than promising potential."

Hattie looked at her mother and then Vic. "Am I in this with you if it goes ahead?"

Kitty: "Vic?"

Vic: "Well, if it checks out and I proceed it would seem so. This could work out; my dad wants to invest back in America."

Hattie became very animated. "Well mom, a month a go I read and article in a Paris beauty magazine that the next big thing in cosmetic will be men's cosmetics. The writer quoted influential marketers who were in agreement saying the market had existed for centuries in a very tiny way but in recent years the world's cosmetic houses had spent millions on promoting male cosmetics and at last the break-through appeared imminent as racing car drivers, film stars and high profile personalities were now openly appearing wearing cosmetics. The article some of those males who said they liked the enhanced look those hombre products gave them."

Kitty (prissily): "I don't think lip coloring is a hombre product."

Laughing, Hattie said it was if it were called Fire Engine Red or Hunting Red.

They went to dinner with Kitty saying she would call the company president in the morning and try to arrange a tour of the enterprise for the three of them that afternoon. "As group chairman I don't have to give reasons for my visits beyond an explanatory 'I'm interested' but asking to be invited should ensure full cooperation."

Daniel grunted, "If I were you guys I wouldn't mention anything about male cosmetics beyond these four walls."

* * *

In bed Daniel said to Kitty the factory revival bid seemed to be a lost cause. "It will only drain money from your billfold. You are dealing with a farm boy who knows nothing about business and a daughter who's nothing but a social butterfly."

"You are entitled to your opinion," Kitty snapped. "You seem to have forgotten your daughter's degree is in marketing and she is a fashion and beauty addict. The so-called farm boy has been managing the family farm that is a trust for the past six years, under his father's guiding hand. Hattie says he's well beyond his apprenticeship and his father is ready to hand over."

"Huh, a two-bit farm operation in New Zealand can't be compared with a Chicago-based business doing overseas trade."

"For your information the New Zealand operation's business is almost totally for overseas trade and from what Vic indicated to me its turnover is greater than our toiletries plant."

"Huh? Well we had a good night; Hattie seems happy and she is really switched on to Vic. I haven't seen her so stable for zonks. Anyway, to sex -- open up." Daniel grabbed a breast and squeezed roughly.

"Oh, you're hurting me."

"If you don't want sex why don't you say so," Daniel growled, flopping away from Kitty.

Hattie and Vic finished a rollicking sixty-nine. She snaked back to him and under the soft lighting dribbled the sperm in her mouth into his and he rolled over and dribbled it back into hers for her to swallow.

Smacking her lips Hattie said they were becoming very skilled that exchange.

"I was revolted at first," Vic confessed, "but now it has become almost a ritual and as it's something I've never done with anyone else I regard it as something very special between us."

"I loved hearing you saying that," Hattie said sweetly. "What do you really think about mom's hair-brain scheme?"

"Is this where I get my nuts bitten out if I say the wrong thing?"

"Not at all; you are a free agent and I don't want to you to go under financially in America; you must assess the risks."

Vic said the first thing was to find out if her mom would become the new owner.

"I kissed dad goodnight while he was brushing his teeth and asked him. He took half a minute to finish and spit out. He then said the deal was assured as the executive directors on the board would all be in favor as the unit was not a good corporation fit. Oh, he said you seem a rather nice guy but was disappointed you don't play golf."

"He didn't ask me about tennis."

"You should have told him."

"Why?"

"He wants to go head-to-head with you on something to see if you're up to being allowed to fuck his daughter."

"No!"

"Oh yes. Daddy can be rather basic."

"Well drop the hint that I played tennis at competitive level all my teenage years and at university where I took an agriculture degree I played at New Zealand representative level in multi-university tournaments. Tell him I'll beat the crap out of him?"

"Oh goodie; as you are fucking his daughter he'll be proud to be humiliated by you providing the only spectators are family. I'll drop the word."

Vic was pleased about that and said her mom should go to New York, Paris and perhaps Italy and gain some impressions about male cosmetics and talk to people about their potential. Can you locate that article that put you on to it?"

"Yes, it's one of mom's subscription magazines -- she gets so many she really only scans the pictures and drawings. I'll look tomorrow. I'll suggest she take you on that tour."

"Well, there's no rush. Let her purchase the company first and then examine where I could fit in and allow me to talk to the president. He may feel neglected by the corporation so has become fat and lazy but he must have had something to land that job unless he was a relative of the previous owner. As for going to Europe alone with your mom, you'd have to come alone -- I have the impression she feels sexually neglected."

Hattie giggled and said Vic knew his women; her mother had often complained about her father dragging the chain. "But a threesome with mom -- I must admit I've thought about it."

"You have a filthy mind," Vic yawned. "Come on, mount me and fuck me to sleep."

"I'm here to obey your commands my lord," Hattie yawned, climbing on top.

Vic yawned again and said he must call his dad tomorrow and deliver the bad news.

Chapter 2

Seven days later Hattie and Vic were met at Christchurch airport by his parents and his sister Adele, a psychologist in the Government's primary school network. His absent brother Tony was a helicopter pilot working in the far south of the country.

Hattie was pleased to see the homecoming son being greeted so warmly by his family and although she was wary, his mother appeared much nicer than her own mother had indicated. Sister Adele was a honey and stood beside her and for a moment rubbed Hattie's upper arm with obvious affection and said the poor darling must be exhausted after such a long flight (22 hours via San Francisco and Auckland).

"Mommy upgraded us to business class."

"Wow, that's the mommy to have, " Adele said brightly. "If you wish I'll come to the farm for you on Thursday afternoon and take you shopping here; then at night we'll attend a hen's party for a girlfriend who marries on Saturday. It's part of Kiwi culture that most visitors never see."

"Kiwi?"

"It's what we call ourselves and are known by it around the world. The now rather rare flightless kiwi is our national bird."

"How fascinating. Vic never told me that."

Adele laughed and said there would be a lot of things Vic wouldn't have told her because he was a bit like that. "I bet he hasn't told you he and Tony are feuding because our younger brother has changed his mind and wants to come home and share working the farm. You are Vic are sleeping together I guess -- he seemed to be pulling you along like a trophy when he entered here."

"Yes."

"Is he any good?"

"Adele!"

Adele laughed as said she knew psychologists were supposed to wear thick glasses and perpetually look serious. "I refuse to adopt the look and anyway I haven't been brainwashed into perpetual gloom because I deal with children exclusively and usually children can be unraveled. Has he told you about Amanda?"

"Amanda?"

"Oh-oh. She lives two miles from our homestead and she and Vic were sweethearts right through school but at university my yahoo brother became initiated into real sex and home on his first break tried Amanda and apparently found her less than exciting so bye-bye Amanda only she wouldn't hear of it. She believed he'd come around when he returned to the farm and mum agreed with her and they did date occasionally but I emphasis occasionally. But then I began bringing girlfriends home with me and most of them went cuckoo over him and off he was again chasing pussy."