Zai and Tim Pt. 08

Monica shouts, "Zai, send a courier immediately with his idea. I want a script and a film crew ready when I get back."

Carla says excitedly, "Zai, send word to Trinity to do the same. This is exactly what we need."

Monica continues, "Zai, my daughters and I need to get back as soon as we can."

I offer, "I am staying in bed and resting for a few days. Let's offload Vanessa, Tamara, Carla, and take Monica, Leslie, and Katrina home."

Vanessa agrees, "I need to get back to the office and close this project. I think we're done here. The project was a success, with many bumps along the way. Long-term success looks positive; yes, I am pleased. I have a ton of work waiting for me. I take it you're not coming back, and I need to replace you."

I feel sorry for her, "I'm not going back. I will visit if I'm out that way. You need to replace me for day-to-day work, but I will still be an asset. I now wield bigger clubs and don't mind being seen anymore."

Carla taps my shoulder, "You are never leaving my sight again. You need me to authorize sex."

I counter with a smile, "No sex on this trip; I don't need any approvals."

Tamara overrides me, "Too bad. With your track record, we're staying. You're taking it easy. We will help you get out of bed for the washroom, and we will feed you. We're going to have a blast together."

I think to myself, it certainly could be worse. Oh yes, a whole lot worse.

*****

The new advertising campaign was a smashing success around the galaxy. Men, women, old, and young saw the issue. That changed everything. There are always extremists that think they know better and it's their way, or you need to die. However, those people now stick out brutally easily. Vanessa or an associate take them out discretely. Over the years, it became less and less of an issue.

Carla and I had two boys and two girls. Tamara and I had two boys and one girl. Leslie had a girl with me before she found a man and married. She had a boy and a girl with him. Katrina had a girl with me and stayed single. Tammi had a boy with me and got married to a great guy.

Both Monica and mom enjoyed "graduating" the top males from my classes. Neither married, but they always had a "friend" for all formal events. Neither has ever been happier.

Vanessa never did get married to a man or woman. She was always on my security detail in large public events and occasionally was my date for a formal event. Carla and Tamara kept her satisfied by suppling time with me. They all stayed happy.

I never did sleep with another woman. That was never an issue and kept everyone happy. Carla and Tamara must have had a staff dedicated to sex. Every night there was a plan. It might be a theme, a style, a speed, a position, but it was always something that contrasted the following day. As time progressed, so did the creativity in our role-playing. Needless to say, my sex life is awesome.

My work was frustrating because of how much men have been neglected. They were mad, hateful; some couldn't read or do simple math. They were crude and rude with a twelve-year-old's maturity. My carrot, the dangling prize of fucking really hot women, and potentially even a Queen was enough to make them motivated scholars.

They may not have believed all the lessons, but they like pussy. The better they behaved and the better they scored on tests and interactions, the more pussy they got. It's a beautiful system that both sides liked.

I'm sitting here waiting for death to take me. I'm 122 and have had a good life. I am on my ship with Zai as captain. Many of my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren are here. I am the King of the galaxy. We united when Monica died. Trinity stepped aside at the same time. She loved the children.

Everyone knows of me now and the work I have done. I have won every award there is for my work and even some they made up. Things are better, but it will be a few more generations before the true effects will be seen.

Both Carla and Tamara are crying as they lay in bed with me. They still look great to me. I place my hand on Carla's breast. As I tweak a nipple, I feel a pain in my chest.

*****

I see that bright light again.

The loud happy voice says, "Welcome back, my son."

I tease him, "I want to go back. I was at the good part."

The voice says, "Not this time. The rain is clearing. Your work is done. Many people are waiting to see you."

A young Monica takes my hand. She lightly kisses me on the lips.

She says softly, "Come. I want to enjoy you before the others come looking for you."

Together, we ran into the light, hand in hand.

The end.