San Angelo

All characters depicted in this fanciful tale are over twenty-five years of age.

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I am well aware that I am no Tom Cruise. I don't have his looks, although I am taller. I don't have anywhere near his money, although I have suddenly come into a huge fortune by my own standards. In my nearly forty years as an attorney I have not earned the thirty or so million dollars he has purportedly made portraying them in film, although financially I have done alright. I do have various complaints, but not about money.

It is equally true that my old man was certainly no Gene Hackman from Cruise's movie 'The Firm,' he wasn't evil, we just didn't see eye to eye. I guess that is why it came as such a surprise that, at the reading of my father's will, I found that I now owned very nearly half of the Bar-B-Q, the family cattle ranch. My great-grandpa who named it had a sense of humor that dad sorely lacked.

Wes, my older brother received just over half, ensuring his continued control and management of the property. But forty-five percent was roughly forty-five percent more than I had expected. Especially considering the document the old man pushed in front of me, demanding that I sign back in nineteen-eighty. That I rudely refused was irrelevant; it merely stated Texas law. That as an mentally competent adult residing in the State of Texas I had no claim on my parent's estate. Dad also lacked subtlety.

I did not believe it was real until I had actually signed the document transferring title. I mean intellectually I believed it. Charles Marston Esquire was the second best attorney in town after moi, but for twenty-nine years I had been told that the old man had cut me out of his will for my transgression. I never thought he would reconsider.

I wonder how I would have felt, what I might have said to him, had he actually told me before he died. The old man was damned stubborn. So am I, when we had our annual or semi-annual meetings I would tell him that he did me a favor. That when one of the other 83,000 people who hated him slit his throat, I would lack a motive. Now I felt bad for having said such a thing; like I said he was an ass, not evil.

My unforgivable transgression took place way back in 1978 when I was working at my first firm after graduating from Law School at the University of Texas. It was unforgivable only to the old man, and a few other big landowners tracing their ownership of sizable spreads back through error laden Spanish land grants. Mere homeowners did not care, they were insured.

The older attorneys at the firm allowed us younger ones to take the lead and the heat while they got the credit for directing us and their percentages. It was my idea to hire a Professor of Religion at Austin, someone who specialized in textual criticism. He joined a Professor of Spanish to review the written record of those grants purportedly made by the Spanish Crown.

The two professors separated them into three stacks. Those that were correct. Those with textual errors likely caused by the fact that the scribes were functionally illiterate copiers of text, and were probably legitimate. And those more suspicious examples that contained anachronistic or Anglicised text or syntax.

We made our client very happy, and in the process validated a great many grants as being undoubtedly genuine. No innocents were harmed, those we examined but felt queasy about are locked away in our files, legally protected as attorney client work product, and only a fraction of all grants were examined. Other than our positive exemplars, and the client's faulty one, none were publicly identified.

It took me years to understand why the old man held back his considerable anger towards me during the process. To have pressured me during the process seemed to me to be to be much more logical. Punishing me after I delivered to him proof that the grant that greatgrandpa's purchase was based on was legitimate seemed so utterly irrelevant. I guess he so distrusted me and my motives that he felt he had to await a favorable outcome to act, lest his disapproval cause me to retaliate and declare his abstract faulty.

The late Roy Earl Esquire probably hired me for my cajones or maybe because it so riled the old man. He and maybe others suspected I had every land grant in Tom Green County examined, I had given copies of the academic proofs that sixteen were legitimate gratis to the many recorded successor owners to those properties. With a nice cover letter that was in essence an advert for our law firm.

The unasked question was: were those who did not receive such a document owners of properties with flawed titles or merely those with titles based on grants we had not examined. Although I clearly know the answer, I could not tell you or anyone else because that is privileged information.

So at nearly seventy I owned half of a large spread south of town as well as my lake house by the airport on South Concho Drive. I was a junior partner at Davis-Cochrane. I was set for life. I suddenly had a plan, a way to make some of my earthly dreams come true. As Jimmy Buffet said in 'A Pirate Looks at Forty,' "I go for younger women, lived with several a while; though I ran them away; they'd come back one day, still could manage a smile." Out came my electronic version of a little black book.

Dawn was on the edge of just chucking it all in; competent and under utilized by the Metcalfs in preference to less competent kin; she was frustrated to the max. We had a few romantic go-arounds together in the past. But it was hard to keep a relationship going with someone outside of work as we were both so busy. I had never married, Dawn and Tina had and were both divorced.

It was even harder being in a relationship with an excellent attorney you worked with. When Dawn worked at Earl and Shiner we had worked together, and she was just too competitive for me. I was good at fighting on the job, but not interested in fighting in the bedroom. She felt shortchanged by life, and she didn't just have to win. Her win had to be by at least two touchdowns. She disdained my laissez-faire attitude.

Fifty-ish and ultra curvy, short and damned feisty, she thought she was a little bit heavy. But to my eye it was in all the right places both front and back. To boot Dawn was a damned snazzy dresser, at least for San Angelo Texas. Dawn was first on my naughty little list.

As hard as it was trying to make time with a lawyer in your own firm it was impossible doing it with a lawyer in another firm. Inevitably a perceived conflict of interest situation would develop. It happened twice five years apart with Tina. She was currently a junior associate trying to make partner at Drake and Drake. Forty-ish, elegant, nearly as tall as my five-eleven she was physically the tallest and the thinnest candidate on my list. Her perky A-cups were just perfect.

Now I'm not overweight, but she is just well, wow. What a great looker in designer business wear, those skirts and hanging blouses are made for her physical type. Runway model... I told her that once; she made me an appointment for me with an optometrist. Apparently she had never heard the old joke...

Wife to her neighbor: "my husband is crazy, he thinks he's a chicken."

Neighbor: "have you taken him to see a psychiatrist?"

Wife: "Lord no, the children love the fresh eggs."

Candidates for what you may well ask. Well, I was planning on creating my own personal harem, what else. Sure every teenaged boy dreams of having an adoring harem, fifty years later I could actually make those wet dreams a reality. I started off with three former lovers and the rumored lesbian lover of one of those three. I just needed to vette them.

Ellen and Natalie were both paralegals at Evans and Marston, I had known them for years working around town. I had recently interacted considerably with them working out the family spread's deed transfer and its related tax implications. They both knew I was older, loaded and without heirs. I wondered if they were so friendly by nature, or because of what they knew. Eventually I decided that it did not matter.

They were both oh so cute, and very bright. Ignoring those persistent rumors my vibe sensor told me they were either lovers or open to the idea of so becoming. Ellen was shorter, about an inch shorter than Dawn and quite buxom, although Dawn easily had her in the posterior category. Hmmm, that would be a beautiful sight, Dawn having Ellen in Ellen's cute little posterior.

Natalie was almost as tall and almost as thin as Tina. Natalie had been my lover ten years ago, she wanted to marry me but I was honest and told her I was happy with what we had. She found another who professed to want what she wanted, but then he kept finding ridiculous reasons to postpone matrimony. Reasons that translated into "well he just didn't want to" in my opinion. He wasn't honest with her, and he got what he wanted. A practical lesson in the uses and limitations of honesty.

After years of working so hard to be seen as being the best, it just didn't seem to matter to me anymore. I asked my partners at Davis-Cochrane to buy me out, and made a generous offer on terms, a payout over twenty-five years. With interest, which they could deduct, rolled in. It didn't matter, it wasn't for me. They were smart and quickly accepted my offer. I immediately called my interviewees, not that they knew they were being interviewed. Interviewed for what I hoped to be the best thing ever to happen to any of them.

After meeting with each candidate individually over the course of the week at restaurants around the downtown area, I decided that each one was suitable. So I invited each of them to the building nearby that I had just purchased. This second meeting was everyone together. We were in what I envisioned to be the office of the firm's senior partner, my office. I pointed at the beautiful spanish oak desk, the sole piece of furniture in the entire building. There were five stacks of cash on the green leather top.

"There are fifty one hundred dollar bills in each of those stacks," I said. "Five thousand unreported dollars apiece for each of you. Your sole obligation to receive this sum right now, today, is to sign these non-disclosure agreements, and to give me one full hour of your time this evening." I handed them the forms.

Smart girls, each read the single page document that essentially said what they heard in this building today went to their grave with them unrepeated. Then each signed without question. I disrobed. Three of the four assembled were not terribly surprised, they knew of my antics. Tina giggled, Natalie broke out into a huge grin, Dawn asked if she should join me. I said yes.

Ellen was just taking it all in. Natalie told her it would be OK. That I was OK. Dawn soon joined me in nakedness. I looked at Ellen, she was still wondering what to think. Tina had slipped off her designer blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra. Like I said her smallish breasts were absolutely perfect.

"Ellen darling, you are the only one here that has not previously been a lover of mine." I said as I stepped towards Dawn and wrapped my arms around her beautiful curvaceous form. "If you don't wish to stay, pick up your cash, you may go. But before you do, please talk to Natalie, or Dawn, or Tina, or all of them. The offer that I will make in a moment to the naked women assembled in this building will be worth millions."

Natalie started to unbutton Ellen's blouse. Ellen did not help her, but neither did she move in any way to stop Natalie from completely disrobing her. By that time Tina was naked. Natalie completed the perfection of this exhibition of the wonder of the naked human female form being exhibited in my office. Once the five of us were unclothed I took them on a tour of the building.

As I walked I revealed to them my idea. I told them I had resigned from Davis-Cochrane, that I was starting a new firm, here in this building. A firm that I would nominally be the Senior Partner of, but that Dawn would run. I think that statement made her wet. A firm that Tina would be a partner of, that grabbed her attention. Then I grabbed her left buttock and kissed her deeply.

I offered twenty-nine percent of the firm to Dawn, and twenty-seven percent to Tina and pointed out that, once vested, together they outvoted my retained forty-four percent. Then I looked directly at Natalie and Ellen.

"You are both offered jobs as paralegals here," I said, "at a better salary than you have at Marston. If you accept all of my terms I will personally, personally not through the firm, financially support either or both of you in obtaining your legal degrees and passing the bar exam. Once either of you do I will make you partners as well and transfer twenty-two percent of the firm to you. If you both become partners the four of you will own this firm in its entirety.

"What is in it for me you ask. Well I selected you for your brains as well as your beauty. You are all very smart, I bet you already have that figured out. I told you that my plan was not horribly ethical. I want a harem, to have each of you lovely ladies as my lovers. Lovers, not fuck-toys... And you are equally free to be each other's lovers. But just the five of us, no-one else.

"If you accept, we will sit down together and work out a work schedule. Everybody must agree that those off of the work schedule must be sexually available to the other four all of their waking hours. The second floor will be strictly a no-clothing zone. Each of you is far too beautiful to hide yourself in clothing.

"The legal job I offer and the personal services you render to me are contractually linked. All of us know that a contract for sexual favors is not legally enforceable in Texas. But an employment contract and a separate personal services contract are enforceable. The first is generous, the second is even better, it potentially transfers millions and each vests once a year.

"For what it is worth." I stopped for a second and looked at Ellen, I figured that if she bit then I was truly in business, the naughty legal firm business. "How much is the Bar-B-Q worth?"

"Your share is worth just over one-hundred-sixteen million," Ellen said.

"For what it's worth," I said, "you are my first four choices, hence the non-disclosure you signed. If any of you wishes to opt out you may, and you may, and keep my gift to you. I offer each of you a personal services contract worth twenty-nine million dollars in current dollars, to be vested each year at roughly a quarter percent of my holdings. I will transfer my entire holding in the Bar-B-Q to you jointly and severally.

"I don't want slaves, I want amazing, willing, intelligent, beautiful lovers. You may at any time walk away and keep your vested percentage. You are guaranteed a quarter of the firm and my holdings in the ranch in twenty five years if you stay. Additionally as Ellen and Natalie know I have no heirs, my worth before the firm, my buyout from Cochrane is north of a million, probably two."

"A million, nine-hundred-twenty thousand," said Ellen, "using liquidation values, market values would be somewhat higher."

Ahhh, I love smart girls. We had reached the room over my office.

"You will be well paid," I said, "in accordance with your work for the firm, Dawn's firm really. I plan on being a well-fucked figurehead for the firm and teacher to you four. But the real money is the interest in the Bar-B-Q which will be transferred incrementally and equally to all four of you if you agree. Now normally people sign documents in this situation.

"But," and I looked directly at Ellen, "your new partners will tell you that I am anything but normal. Each of you has a choice to make right now. Go downstairs, get dressed take my money and my love with you for listening to my ravings... Or, please... Instead remain here in this room. Dawn could you open the closet door.

Dawn opened the closet and there were six new comforters in their plastic zipper bags. She picked one up and examined it.

"If you are in," I said, "take a comforter, remove it from the bag place it in the center of the room. In a moment I will make love with all of my new partners. Accepting my invitation signifies acceptance of the offers made this evening and an intent to spend the next twenty-five years building San Angelo's greatest law firm while we fuck each other silly.

The ladies made their decisions, then I opened the two bags that remained in the closet and added those comforters to the four that were in the middle of the floor. I laid face up in the middle of the pile of soft fabric.

Natalie led Ellen over to me and said, "Russel is good at it, because he loves it."

She held Ellen's hands as Ellen knelt, her legs on either side of my head. I lifted my head up just a little and I kissed her vulva. She lowered herself a little, and I kissed her again. Natalie was still holding both of Ellen's hands, their fingers were interlocked. Natalie knelt at the top of my head, she was staring at Ellen. I was kissing Ellen's pussy but I think it was Natalie's gaze that was getting Ellen's juices to flow.

"Do what comes naturally," I said.

They locked lips in a long deep kiss and Ellen's delicious juices dripped down onto my face. I began eating her in earnest, pausing for breath now and again and gazing up at my new paralegals kissing one another. The pressure, the view, the smell, the taste, the sounds of the kissing and the little "unk, unk" sounds that Ellen made as I made that part of her clitoris that I could reach become erect. It was a sensory smorgasbord.

Meanwhile both Tina and Dawn were sharing my penis. I couldn't see them and somehow that made it even better. There were three and sometimes four hands on my scrotum and on my shaft. Tongues darted across my head and my shaft and my balls. Lips ran the length of my shaft up, and then circled my glans. Lips ran the length of my shaft down, and then gently sucked lone testicles through my scrotal sac.

They took turns putting my penis in their mouths and pushing down trying to swallow me whole, Dawn then Tina or maybe Tina then Dawn. It was heavenly, then one of them pushed and pushed and did swallow my entire length. I felt her lips on my pubis. Constricted in a loving embrace my head was obviously in her throat.

"Damn girl," said Tina. It was Dawn's throat.

After she pulled up, Dawn said, "next time, when I am all the way down, gently rub my neck here.

Dawn went down again, pushing, pushing, and I could just barely feel Tina's fingers on my penis through Dawn's throat.

"That's a good start," Dawn said, "just a little harder this time."

Oh my what a feeling, one beauty massaging my penis through another's throat. Dawn came up for air, and then went back down on me. Tina's feel for this sorta thing was getting better with each turn. Then Ellen squirted, drenching me in her ambrosial offering. I came inside of Dawn who pulled off of me. Tina immediately started licking my penis, getting every drop off of my offering from it.

Ellen stopped moving and just sat on my face for a minute. After a bit she moved still on her shins to my right side. I started to get up and she stopped me with a gentle push on my shoulder.

"It's my turn, lover," said Natalie, taking Ellen's place. "I get to come too."

***

I had chosen the firm's location before I had a single interview to hire its partners and employees. Once I had them chosen I bought the old victorian that had been the home of a wayward title company before we helped our clients escape serious prison time, but not bankruptcy and civil litigation. Some days the system works. We were moved in and open for business less than a month later.

It was a very large stately old house on a beautiful treed lot on a well traveled street just across the river from downtown. We replaced the front door with a large window, the shelves behind which would eventually display San Angelo's history from pre-Columbian times to tomorrow. Entry from the large front porch was by the door to the left, into the seven sided room beneath the eight sided turret. What had been the parlor was now and elegant reception area.