Mike & Karen Ch. 28

"Maybe, sir, but frankly, I'm used to working with odds and ends, and the university doesn't make me pay for them," Mike answered with a shrug. "It doesn't get much better than free stuff, does it?"

"Indeed," Jonathon agreed, standing up from the chair while the girls just shook their heads. "Allow me to elucidate, young man. I am always looking for opportunities, as you no doubt well know. I have recently opened up a technological exchange with Beijing, in fact, and there is a market that will run rampant in the future."

Mike nodded while Lisa blushed slightly and shuffled out of Jonathon's field of vision.

"And indeed I am always interested in scientific discoveries of any kind," Karen's father continued. "It would be simple enough for me to replace all these obsolete drives of yours with the cutting-edge technology we use and develop at Blackwell, most of which are parsed toward main framing, but could be adjusted to suit your needs in a pinch..."

Mike listened quietly.

"And certainly I could provide all the power you need, if you were willing to share data with me about the Calabi-Yau projects," Jonathon said. "I daresay it would advance you in your field significantly."

The silence in the air was palpable for some moments before Mike sighed. "You're talking about rigs I could only dream of, sir, but I must decline. I've always considered my work here to be the property of the university first, and it wouldn't do for me to decide otherwise on my own. It's so very tempting, sir, but I need to stand by my ethics."

Jonathon assessed the giant student for a moment before finally nodding. "Understandable. Now, if you would forgive me, I have a meeting to go to. Thank you for showing me this Dayraven Cluster, young man. A remarkable display."

He turned and looked at Janet, holding up a finger. "Watch your grades, young lady."

He nodded to them all and then turned to exit Mike's office, accompanied by his daughter. Silence reigned before Lisa hung her head and sighed.

"Gnnn," she mumbled. "I think a little pee came out. Why'm I always surrounded by men who intimidate me and make me pee? Where do you all keep coming from?"

"Gonna be a while before he stops haranguing me about my grades, isn't it?" Janet muttered. Mona giggled and put her arm around her friend's waist to hug her.

"I think I'm perhaps a little troubled or disappointed that Gordon's father asked me to engage in what essentially amounts to industrial espionage," Mike said finally. "I want to think better of him than that, you know?"

All three girls looked up at him in disbelief before Janet and Mona just left the room, muttering to one another.

"What?" Mike asked, confused. "What did I say?"

Lisa sighed again and crooked her finger at him, indicating he should bend down. He did so and she put one of her arms around his neck and whispered quietly in his ear.

"DeBourne, we all love you, but sometimes, you're as thick as shit..." she said before kissing his cheek gently and then turning to leave the room as well.

Mike stared after her for some moments before sitting down in his chair and watching the passive background calculations continue on the screens. He wasn't paying attention, though, since he was quite lost in what had transpired moments before.

"What did I miss?" he asked himself, wishing, for the millionth time, everyone was as plainspoken and sensible as himself,.

The Airwolf theme started up again as the monitors went into screensaver mode.

***

Blackwell Manor, Thursday night...

"Boss lady said they're gonna be putting up pictures and portraits from all the families up here," Trilby said as she walked along with Val on the third floor. "Blackwells, Gordons, DeBournes, Platzes... a few of the rooms that won't be guest rooms're becoming themed studies or lounges."

Val nodded. "Mistress told me that they're also gonna restore the little balconies off the two master suites. Apparently her dad had them disassembled and sealed off in a rage sometime after his wife took off with Lexi. They gonna reconstruct them and open them again. I think it'll be nice."

"Sure, we could all use a balcony overlooking the atrium," Trilby sniffed. "Hard life."

"Oh, c'mon, Tril," Val giggled, nudging her co-worker as they walked down the hall toward the west wing. "I didn't see you turning down that big ol' pay raise you got for your position as senior housekeeper.

"Okay, fair," the hippie girl allowed. "My room and board are free, and they'll pay for me to continue my education. I'm not like Tunde, sending money home all the time, so literally my income is savings. I suppose it's a sweet deal, even if I don't understand rich people."

They stopped in front of a large guest suite and went inside. The bed and most of the furnishings had been pulled out and were now replaced with endless numbers of ornate, plush pillows and beanbags.

"So this is where Mistress' friends are staying," Val mused, looking around. "Lisa, Janet, and Mona? Apparently they all like to share a room when they're here. Tradition or something."

"At least Janet and Mona," Trilby said, shrugging. "The other one, Lisa, is married now and her room is right next door. She's coming by herself; her wife isn't coming, apparently."

"Aw, sad," Val sighed. "I like meeting new people. The countess told me that her own sister, Lady Chudleigh, will be stayin' in one of the smaller guest rooms on the second floor, since she feels a little awkward in lavish surroundings these days."

"We'll make sure it's posh all the same," Trilby said. Maybe we can-"

Val and Trilby heard music and singing carrying down the hallway, a woman's voice. They looked at one another before exiting the guest room and following the sound of the song. They frowned at one another as they got closer to the west wing, finally turning down it. The music and voice were getting loud now, and they easily recognized Alexa singing the song 'Walk Me Home' by Pink.

"There's something in the way I wanna cry

That makes me think we'll make it out alive

So come on and show me how we're good

I think that we could do some good, mhm!"

The tall, gorgeous blonde was dancing and twirling around the room as she sang into an ersatz microphone, her long hair flowing around her. She also happened to be wearing just panties and a bra, the latter deserving an award for holding her large bust in place while she did her thing.

"Walk me home in the dead of night

I can't be alone with all that's on my mind (mhm)

So say you'll stay with me tonight

'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside.

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh..."

Alexa came to a stop mid-pirouette as she noticed the two housekeepers standing in the doorway, staring at her. Trilby mostly seemed bemused, whereas Val was clearly enjoying the show, bouncing on the balls of her feet in time with the music, which had a decidedly pneumatic effect on her figure.

Alexa walked over to the phone sitting on top of a small table and killed the music. The silence that followed was almost deafening.

"Hiiii..." she said somewhat sheepishly.

"I said it in Cali and I'll say it again," Val gushed, clapping. "You oughta be up on stage, Lexi. You'd kill it and make zillions."

"Yeah, pass," the blonde replied, walking toward them now. She seemed unabashed about her near-nudity (this was Alexa, after all), but getting caught singing in her bedroom, well... "If I made it a career, I can pretty much guarantee I'd hate it, because then I'd always be away from the life I've so recently gotten back. No, I'm just happy perofming whenever it pleases me or my friends; I don't need more than that."

"I've got a question," Trilby said now, pointing at the object in Alexa's hand. "I know you've got at least three mics and another three headsets you use for karaoke, so why were you using a dildo for that number?"

"What, this?" Alexa said, holding up the indicated godemiche and smirking. It was good-sized, and had lots of bumps and ridges. "It really knows how to make me sing."

Trilby groaned and rolled her eyes at the ceiling while Val broke down giggling. The brunette trotted up beside Alexa, looking at her eagerly. "Lemme dance with you while you do your thing. Show me how to do the dance!"

Somewhat bemused, Trilby simply watched as Alexa started the song over, singing along with it while beginning to dance. A laughing Valentina tried to copy her movements, her maid's outfit flaring out and ruffling around her during the twirls and spins.

Good thing we're ahead of schedule... Trilby thought while she stood and exited the room, leaving Alexa and Val to their silliness. It might be a while before she saw her co-worker again, especially if she started getting naked with Alexa. She was walking down the hall when she ran into Tatyana, who was going from room to room with her clipboard.

"Hello, Trilby," the seneschal said, smiling. "Where is Miss Prospero?"

"Oh," Trilby sighed, rolling her eyes. "Probably somewhere between being walked home and crying in the night..."

Tatyana watched silently as her senior housekeeper just walked off down the hallway, muttering to herself.

"Even for this place, that was a weird response," Tatyana mused, shaking her head before returning to her task. Schedules didn't stop for strangeness, after all. Even around here.

She was getting used to it.

***

Blackwell Manor, Friday morning, the present...

Glenda was sitting in the informal dining room, sipping tea while Theresa sat and went through her upcoming menu. She loved the beverage, apparently a tea called 'Imperial Silver Needle', and smiled at the chef. "So, those two seem like a good time. The bosses know all the best and most fun people."

"Keeping that Nanu girl fed will be a challenge," Theresa sighed as she sorted through some notes for the week. "She was hungry the instant she got here, and she annihilated my good bologna. If she wasn't... upstairs... right now with our employers, she'd no doubt be ravaging my other stocks. She's like a locust. How can anything so small eat so much?"

"I heard about that," Glenda snickered. "What did she call the bologna?"

"Ba-lo," Theresa replied, shaking her head. "I have to admit, she reminds me of that little baby mouse Nibbles from the Tom and Jerry cartoons; she's like a Hoover vacuum."

"She's also completely insatiable," Val remarked as she came into the dining room. "If you'd seen what I just saw, you'd understand that she very quickly burns off all those calories she takes in."

"Aw, is someone jealous?" Glenda teased as Val sat down next to her. "Don't you like seeing someone else get it in?"

"They're both fiends," Val said, staring at the table while remembering something. "If they were with anyone else who wasn't Master and Mistress, they'd've killed the other people by now, just left withered husks behind."

"Kinda weird, given how the Nanu chick apparently responded when she met our bosses, I'm told," Glenda added as Marie joined the little group. "I get being intimidated, but her response was... weird."

"She comes from a remote region of Egypt," the botanist said, pouring herself a cup of tea from the pot in the middle of the table. "I guess she's not used to meeting people like that."

"Well, she gets a pass on that one, even I'm not used to it yet," Theresa reasoned. "Cajun or Turkish on Monday, guys?"

"Turkish," Marie replied readily. "Cajun does things to Tunde, and I don't want to spend the next day locked in a greenhouse with him. A pity he loves the food so much."

"Boraniye it is," announced the chef while Val squealed in delight and clapped. She loved that dish.

"Is it me or is there starting to be an inordinate number of tall, stacked blondes around here?" Andrea asked as she sauntered into the room. "Forget me, there's our archetype Lexi, there's the countess, now there's this Becky gal."

"C'mon, she's hot," Val chided as the estate mechanic and maintenance wizard sat down. When the owners of the estate weren't around, the heads of the table were typically left for Tatyana, their immediate boss, and Dave, the gruff old father-figure of the crew, to sit in. It wasn't often that they were all sitting together, but when they were, it was the accepted protocol.

"Oh, not denyin' that one bit," Andrea said, waving it off. "I'm just sayin' that we've got three of 'em here, so some place else is doin' without. And yeah, kinda supremely jelly that they cut the line in front of me with the bosses."

"Maybe Nanu did," Glenda remarked. "Apparently Ms. Fischer has been a protégé of theirs for quite a few years now, and one of their best students ever. I don't think this romp is a first for her, so to speak."

"Just don't let Tatyana catch you speculating about that," Theresa pointed out, making the other women laugh. "You might as well be commenting on our employer's intimate dimensions and measurements."

Val glanced down at her wrists as her fancy watch bipped at her. "Oops, looks like there's a call for electrolytes. 'scuse me for a few."

"I've cut up some ba-lo already, honey, can you take it up to Nanu, please?" Theresa called as the little dynamo hurried out. She sighed and shook her head, staring after Val. "I'll never be able to keep up with that girl. It's like she's made of pure Ovaltine."

"You talkin' about Bubbles or the Nanu chick?" Andrea quipped, winking at Theresa and making everyone laugh.

"I've lost track," the chef muttered. "So how do you lot feel about pressed duck for Thursday?"

***

The university, that same morning...

They were all gathered in one of the large gym's equipment rooms, mostly just staying away from the eyes of ogling boys as they did their warm-ups. Nearly a dozen girls were standing around, stretching their limbs in various outfits.

"Y'know we never did finish our conversation in the locker room the other day, thanks to the sudden interruption," a girl said, pulling on her arms. "I had a big question for Lexi."

"Hmmm?" the tall blonde said as she glanced over at her friends. She was stretching against the wall, one leg up and flat against the surface while the other was on the floor. She looked up from the book she was reading while she stretched. "Another question?"

"It's a weird one, but I gotta ask," the girl named Amanda said while everyone looked at her. "I celebrate your relationship and all that, and I hope you get the marriage law changed, blah blah. But I'm from a family that isn't traditional. My parents are together but not married, and the relationship is rather open. None of us believe in the institution of marriage, and to be honest, not even committed relationships."

"You're wondering why I'm in one?"

"Well..." the girl said somewhat awkwardly. "I believe in my way of life as the future for our species. And looking the way you do, I just... you can have anyone and everyone you want, so why're you only with Alex? For that matter, why's he only with you? You're both insanely hot. There oughta be a polycule. I'm not complaining or accusing, but I really wanna know."

Alexa gracefully slid her leg off the wall, returning to a standing position. She put down her book and bipped her watch. "Alex?" she said quietly. "Meet me in equipment room B of the Chorney Gym, please?"

They all waited, talking and continuing their warm-ups until Alex strode through the door. All the girls stopped talking and looked at him as he walked in, smiling. "Y'needed me for something?"

Alexa smiled coyly and crooked her finger, beckoning him closer. Outside in the large gymnasium, the sound of pounding basketballs, whistles, and people calling out to one another could be heard. Alex moved up to the corner she'd put herself in, making sure that they were out of sight from the open doors.

Without a word, Alexa went down to her knees and Alex waited silently while she undid his belt and his pants. With a single motion, she slid the garment down, bringing the boxer-briefs with them.

All the girls in the room gasped quietly.

"And that, Mandy, is why no other man will ever interest me," Alexa said, smilingly slyly as she looked up at them all, her face next to Alex's flaccid but huge dick. She leaned in just slightly and gave it a tiny peck, still looking up at all her friends. She then went about pulling his pants up and putting him back together. Standing up, she kissed him on the cheek. "Mmmm, thank you, husband. If I don't see you sooner, I'll see you at home."

Alex nodded to her and then the other women before walking back out. The room was silent for some moments before Amanda let out a deep breath.

"Hooooo," she sighed, shaking her head. "Turns out my life philosophy might've been wrong this whole time."

The other girls burst out laughing, Alexa included. She loved being right.

***

Blackwell Manor, Friday afternoon, the present...

"There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?"

"Of course," Alex said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand warmly. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer."

"Oh, God, call me Becky, please," the blonde woman said, trying to not stare blatantly at the young man. He was so much like his father, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with the same enchanting electric blue eyes and infectious grin. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall."

"Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?"

Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of someone else. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future."

Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but the tiny woman slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe. She began speaking quietly to him, her voice little more than a mumble.

Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet."

"Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin."

He looked down at her again. "Please get up..."

Nanu stood, but looked away, as if averting her eyes now that he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander."

She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits.

"The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander..."

Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Dooooes she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian."

"We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. Alex nodded. Becky and Nanu had been brought over for a 'play date' with his parents.

How on earth was this tiny girl still alive if she'd had sex with his dad? She must've been made of rubber.

"Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex announced, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch.