The Designer Ch. 09

"Are y'all almost ready?" I asked, unloading their luggage from the cart. "I'm really hungry."

"We're coming!" came a chorus of voices from the bathroom.

I looked up as I pulled the cart to the door of the suite, and saw three happy, sexy women filing out into the sitting room. Led by Lexi, her red hair drawn back into a ponytail who smiled brilliantly at me. Carmen was right behind her, her eyes still bright from her emotions, but with a light that had her look much more brighter than I'd ever seen her. Kelly brought up the rear, her voluptuous body a delight to the eyes, her blonde mane cascading down her shoulders. They were all radiant.

Alyssa slid beside me, and on her tiptoes whispered in my ear, "See what you've done to them, they all look so happy."

"They do," I agreed.

I didn't let my darker thoughts cloud the small victory. It was true that we'd helped Carmen make a breakthrough. I was worried how I would be able to fix Kelly and Lexi. Would my adjustments erase their radiant smiles? Would I be able to reconcile their past with their present? I was glad I had Alyssa to help me with the task. I trusted her as much as she trusted me, but I was still worried.

"Let's go eat!" Alyssa offered, opening the door.

I let the girls file out ahead of me. I was unable to resist admiring each of them as they walked past me. Their comfortable road trip outfits covering bodies that I knew too well. I felt myself become aroused at the thought of what the night held. Then I felt the icy revelation of how uncertain everything was, until I had figured out how to make everything right. Sighing a heavy sigh, I pushed the luggage cart into the hallway.

We took the elevator down to the first floor. I pulled the cart back towards the front desk as the four girls walked out the door to the restaurant across the parking lot. I smiled at Becky, the front desk attendant, as I pushed the cart back to its storage location. After I stowed the cart, Becky waved me over with a curious look.

"Hi Becky," I said.

"Pardon me for asking, Mr. Jackson," Becky asked with a slight blush across her cheeks, "I couldn't help but notice you arrived with one girl. Rode up the elevator with a different girl. Then came back down with two more. It just made me curious."

"Curious about what?" I probed, leaning against the counter with a confident smile,"and please call me J."

"Of course, J. Um, are they all with you?" She asked, "I mean..."

She blushed and looked down at the desk. I scanned her moral profile as she struggled with asking what was on her mind. I noticed several aberrations near the well known sexual profile, as well as activity in the area around where I'd made an adjustment to Carmen. I concluded she was having trouble determining the nature of my relationships.

"I'm sorry, J," Becky finally admitted, looking back up at me and finding her brilliant smile, "it's none of my business. Your companions just looked so very happy."

I smiled back at her, as I processed that outside observation. Internally, I struggled with my relationship with four beautiful, sexy women. My young libido made a suggestion that Becky could make a nice fifth addition to the team. I ignored my libido, for the moment.

"They are happy," I answered, "amazingly, they are happy to be with me."

"That's not what I meant," Becky gasped, touching her fingertip to her lips, "Oh please don't think that I..."

"It's okay! Becky," I replied reaching out to take her hand and smiling a comforting smile, "I'm amazed they're happy too. Frankly I'm still trying to work out how that happened."

She smiled back, a bit relieved at my response. I scanned her a bit more, enjoying the emotions that crossed her face. Her sexual portion lit up with activity. She leaned down towards me lowering her eyes.

"How do you manage, all four?" she breathed, lifting her eyes back to mine.

Her short intake of breath also gave away her intimate thoughts. My libido nudged me, almost painfully stabbing at me as I felt her process the different combinations in her psyche. I blushed, as part of me also tried to do the physical arithmetic of one man and four lusty females. I smiled up at her and answered honestly.

"One at a time, Becky."

"Oh, Jeremiah!" She giggled, slapping my hand away.

Her playful smile held some promise. I winked at her as I walked towards the exit. One at a time, might be the best way to handle the daunting task ahead. My mood brightened as I left the hotel and walked to the restaurant. I looked to the west and enjoyed the view of a spectacular sunset as I went to meet my four beauties for dinner.