The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) hitman and Other stuff and nonsense

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tues break of the day, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a brace of minutes to extricate and not wake her. As I stepped into the cascade, it dawned on me that neither the security guys nor the gate the great unwashed had made it here. I made a mental note to phone both.

I knew that our good guy was now handling the curl modification at the Hawk. want to have Sharon ask him to quit by at his gismo and wind up installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's agendum having the Police shooting iron range on it. I am very queer about who has firearm training and who does n't. We 're due at the range about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a lean of who wants to see and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with mortal that he knew and trusted in teaching firearm safety and utilisation. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John have experience with a piece. I haven't heard anything from any of the ladies about previous firearm education. I smelled food being cooked, Roger Bacon and maybe some sausage balloon, testis, and pledge.

There was a knock on our door. I unlocked it and found Jennifer and Paula standing there. Both were already dressed, smelled wonderful, and had big grinning on their faces as they were both excited in this morning time adventure. They both kissed me, but their abstract thought for knocking was to ask about if the teacher would be bringing enough weapons for all of us who are attending. I assured them he would have enough for all of us. They smiled, kissed me and left. I looked at our clock and woke Jill. She needed to get into the exhibitor and get ready for our adventure.

I got her up and going. I headed down the hall to our elementary kitchen. To my surprise, I found both Sammy and Bobby cooking breakfast for everyone. John and Diane were already eating, of course, with John, that was an tremendous total of food he was consuming.

"Good first light everyone,"I said smiling.

I got mass of moan, a couplet of good morning time back, and a brace of completely silent because coffee had not taken upshot yet.

I went around kissing all the ladies, warning John that I was NOT going to osculate him, which drew a big laugh from everyone.

Amy told me that the security guy cable had already called and would be here shortly. The gate people said that since we had changed the gens from The Commune to the Chateau it would need a bit more time to fix the name over the gate. The safe guy said he would contract care of the safe's soon, as he was working diligently on the locks of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a stead for her to have the security to be set up, easily approachable to her, and being recorded on a cloud server. She said she already had a positioning set up just off the primary kitchen with a secondary locating in the big kitchen. I was glad she had a program in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my dress short pants and a Cuban expressive style shirt, I headed outside to the pond family. I noticed the brightness on in the pocket billiards home that was now a porn studio. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both twins on their knees in front of guy that I recognized from the porn industriousness. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my script and led me to a back sleeping accommodation, where she was the centrepiece of a 12-man circle jerk. She whispered in my ear, how excited she was wearing her collar in the house the early day and is looking forward to doing the Same thing again.

I asked her how using the studio was going, she said that she has had a tremendous response and now has a small-scale waiting list, that included a mates of guys that specialize in the BDSM lifestyle. I reminded her about that guy and his put-on slapping her around, which was not going to be allowed as she was now MY submissive. She readily agreed, noting that she was only directing the BDSM shoot and would not be theatrical role of anything without my personal permit, which I was not going to hold her.

I did tilt into her and whispered to her that she is my favorite submissive. This made her smile. She offered her service to me, but I declined to say that she was working and needed to focus on that. She smiled and kissed me whispering in my ear how well-chosen she is now that she has a Dom that she can trust.

I squeezed her ass as I left the porn studio. As I walked back across to the household, I see John peering out the glass doors at me with a big cheesy smiling on his face.

He opened the door for me. I responded,"No John, it's not what you are hoping happened. I was just checking on our erotica studio apartment as I saw their lights on,"He just shook his headway and went on about his business.

This morning the menage was buzzing. I wasn't sure as shooting what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the house smelled delicious. I took a plate to the full of eggs, sausage, syrup, and toast. The guy rope also set out a trash of pineapple juice and Milk River for me. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about what Mom had said about needing a ball dining room table. She was right. I texted her that I had seen a Carya illinoensis table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our put over pauperization to be able to seat at least 20 people.

Both Dakota and Jill came to the kitchen. Dakota was all smiles seeing the coffee pot all filled and waiting for her. She kissed Bobby and Sammy on the boldness before filling her coffee bean cup.

Jilly also filled a coffee cup, but she also held a scale out looking for food for thought. Sammy gladly heaped food for thought onto her plate. She picked up Mrs. Butterworth 's syrup and carried it over to the tabular array. She used it and then I used it covering my sausage cake with the sugary substance.

I heard a spattering and looked out to see the two Gemini the Twins naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the interior mathematical group. I sent John out there to check on them, which he did gladly. They reached up and under the guise of him helping them out of the pool, they pulled him into the pool fully clothed. Those of us who were watching laughed out loud. John was happy being in the pool with two naked twins. I looked around but didn't see Diane anywhere.

Both twins took to kissing Saint John the Apostle. They pushed their nude bodies against him and began removing his clothes. The first thing he removed was his wallet. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not hold his cellphone phone in his pant scoop when he hit the water.

Corey dove under the H2O only to issue with John's pants and bagger shorts. lav looked over at the mansion and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a duo of the guys, like Marcus, envied lav. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go junction John, I 'm for sure they would love to have you as an addition. Marcus wasted no clock time in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the pool. I saw Carol swimming over to Marcus and commence playing with him.

Amy told me that my corner had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the front bedroom behind the living elbow room. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx boxes of various sizes. I didn't even hump where to set about. I told Amy that I wanted the twins and Marcus to handle the same sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to grow around, Amy cornered me. She put her blazon around me and pulled me in for a buss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the bread and butter room. She shed her clothes quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the sofa and straddled my lap. She positioned herself over my humanness and lowered her sex onto me. I began slowly thrusting into her. She began moaning as we rocked together. She began kissing me, well, it was more like making out. We parted our lips allowing each former's tongue to enter our back talk. I felt her begin to orgasm on me, her consistency stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that wonderful stab as I began to dissipate R-2 after roofy of my man cum into Amy. I pulled her into me, hugging her and kissing her. I felt her again reach an orgasm. This time her totally body shook with an orgasmic kick. We declared our do it for each other as I shot another round of golf of sperm cell into her. She wrapped her lithe ramification around me pulling me abstruse into her as I shot again and again. Her middle glazed over, and I felt her soundbox spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my piffling Dakota came bounding out from her room to see Amy and I untangling. She came right over to us, kissing each of us. I felt her hand rubbing my cum covered dick. Her Light Within virgule felt wonderful. It didn't take long for me to be hard again just for her. She pulled Amy off me and planted herself down on my lap. She impaled herself onto my manhood in one deft movement. We began to rock back and forth. We continued rocking back and forth for quite a long time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt wonderful. I thrust into her, shooting rope after Mexican valium into her. She moaned in tally acceptance, declaring her love for me yet again.

Amy didn't leave us, she sat on the end of the couch watching us and fingering her own cum filled pussy. She was making a mess on the leather couch. Her pussy was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two digit wide-cut of cum, licking them clean. She moaned as she cleaned her own fingers. As my tool finally began to deflate, Amy took one utmost biff of my shaft taking care to clean the cum from Dakota off my humanness. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being subservient to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to leave quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limousine out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed exterior to go make full up the limo. He returned less than a half 60 minutes later with the car all filled up and he even vacuumed the car out.

I returned to the kitchen and saw virtually all the playgroup dressed and waiting to head to the pistol range.

The other limos arrived, and we all piled into any of the cars. Jill, Dakota, Sharon, and Mom all joined me in Fred's limo.

The rest of the group all chose a car. All three limo were full phase of the moon of our playgroup. Off we went to the pistol range.

Marcus was left behind with instructions about the security companionship along with book of instructions that the gate people may show up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining safes into several rooms around the house. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the range, Jill told us about how hard it was for her to get wind to qualify on the range in the devil dog, although she was using more than just a handgun, she had to qualify with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a house where her Dad went hunting when the season came around. However, it was all a ruse to have a girl on the side. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a week of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the take same clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his baggage only to find a precious lacy bra, certainly not one of her mother ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girlfriend'about 6 calendar month later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of accelerator saying ‘ that is the job for person else'so he never had guns in their residence. She never ever even handled a gun, let alone pip one. Fred offered his assistance making everyone in the rear of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to blab about guns. She said she grew up in a bad neighborhood, stack of gangs, pile of unsavory people many if not to the highest degree had a gun. She said in high up school one of her friends was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing suicide. She told us that she is very apprehensive about this preparation. Jill put her arm around Dakota and said something in her ear that I couldn't hear.

Then the onus was on me. I told them about the Saturday morning year that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his Mother, but I was intent on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the nestling about the deviation between a revolver and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the kids how to be able to look at a weapon system and know if there is a refuge or not, how to debase and unload a shooting iron, as well as how to clean a weapon properly. I explained that at his age all his friends were enamored with guns. He told me various age later as he became a teenager that his best friend Billy nearly shot the family unit dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the inside of the theatre when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how Billy just dropped the gun on the floor and went running to his sleeping room knowing that he was getting a beating when Dad got home. As I told this story, we arrived at the range.

When Fred parked the car, he turned around and said that he wished more parents took the responsible road. I agreed with him as did everyone else in the limo.

I was felicitous to see the size of it of the grouping once we all emerged from their various limo. The instructor introduced himself and his assistant since Dakota had warned him about how large our group would be.

We all followed him into a classroom eccentric setting where the learning would begin. He had many more side arm than we needed, which was a relief to me.

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right next to Jill. Fred, both CG son already had firearms and carry permits. The instructor had us sate out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to apply and handle a firearm.

The first two hours of the training were…. well…. drilling. essential, but boring.

Before we were even allowed to palm a firearm, we had to pass a brusque quiz about handling a gun that the teacher had put together. It was a prompt quiz, but it took everyone off sentry go a bit. Surprisingly John and Dakota both finished ahead of everyone else. Jill and I were consequence behind. The instructor told us as we were working on the quiz that as you finish you then get to nibble a gun to teach with.

John chose a Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took hold of a diminished Smith 9mm that fit her hand.

Jill took hold of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a prominent interpretation of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer neckcloth that fit my hand better.

Mom, well she was quite shady, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a dead rat. This made several of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to choose a gun to her size but not with such world power to overwhelm her. He gave her a charter Arms semi-automatic. It fit her hand and coming from Fred she kissed him on the cheek.

Sharon, Paula, Allison, Donna, and Jennifer all relied on person else to choose their gun. Of course of study, trick wanted to show off, but the CG male child kept him in his tooshie.

It surprised me to see both Sammy and Bobby with us. I guess I never anticipated them joining us, but I was glad that they did. They each took a Glock as Jill had. Everyone was inspecting their gun. One of the CG boys sat next to trick explaining that although a .357 is a enceinte gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in real living. He selected a Smith & Wesson 9mm which St. John the Apostle took reluctantly and gave up the expectant revolver.

In my promontory, I again see the maturity level of can growing. Not all that long ago, he would possess argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to reason and made the switch. Maybe I need to include him in a real study session with me.

Now it was time to head out to the stove, but before we did the teacher gave us each a duet of safety glasses. He also did not move over us ammo until we got to the range, he said he would then grant us five daily round each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a cycle was. The instructor explained that around was another password for bullet. Paula shrugged her shoulder and Jill patted her on the back.

The teacher divided the mathematical group down the center of the class. One half of the socio-economic class went with the primary instructor, the former one-half went with the helper. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at furcate stalls in which to shoot from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill fool away, but after hearing about Dakota's previous experience with a firearm, made me vex about her.

Somehow, John ended up on the other face of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadow, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing St. John the Apostle side by side to me.

In my head, it thought this to be a rather easy project, boy was I wrong. I guess I should be happy that we were all shooting in the same counselling at least. It was clear who had handgun training and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my circle at to the lowest degree hit the target paper. However, poor Paula and Jennifer had no rounds hit the objective paper. They were both set up to yield up almost immediately. The master instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG male child, that way each one of them could leave them gentle suggestions about being Sir Thomas More successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made entitle mesmerism to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each shot. Sammy told her to provoke all five one shot then put the firearm down.

Next, to me, I heard five blastoff all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG guy wire, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their stave inside the calamitous, but the CG guys and Fred all hit center mass. The instructor offered to change the target paper from a target area to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light switch turned on with Dakota. She put her next five all in the aspect of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her answer, Jill laughed even the instructor made quotation that sometimes you just ask something more than a paper target to make things click.

The secondary instructor went along the shooting job oblation to interchange from fair game to the bad guy aim, whoremonger wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his guessing hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to can and suggested that he hold the gun with one hand and the other hand act as a substructure underneath the gun stock certificate to keep the recoil to a lower limit. When whoremaster tried the hint, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the chemical group but directly between the eyes. John was set up to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gunslinger ’. What surprised me the most was the attention Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly use her weapon.

Dakota would pick out her five dead reckoning, Jill would give her advice, and then Dakota would can five to a greater extent. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became much better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our armed forces citizenry lined up succeeding to each early and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his shoulder joint and asked the mathematical group if they would be volition, which they all agreed. In my headway, I thought that one of the CG son would move up to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boys were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top pureness. Fred put all five of his again center slew on the habitue object. Jill used the bad-guy target and put all five squarely in the chest. The CG boys all had center mass shots, but each one had one exclusive shot that drifted and touched the line, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this acquisition. Jill was clearly a with child supporter to her giving her advice and direction on bettering her technique.

The other ladies all enjoyed the event, but they didn't believe that they would ever ask this skill. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the skill as well. She was quite the spitfire, not willing to quit. Mom, well she really didn't feel comfortable using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her nip hit the prey at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to master this skill. John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed mark of maturity when he was given advice on how to further his shooting attainment set. All in all, we had a great time. The instructor took a mathematical group photo of everyone together holding their gun in front of them. He told me that he would get them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the training course was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred's darling Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to get wind we would be going back there. In her mind our stone lead would still be there, however, the rest of us just rolled our oculus thinking to ourselves ‘ you wish'. It dawned on me that I had made a promise and had not followed through. Before we all got into the railroad car, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would take care of what I was asking.

Since the CG boys were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian restaurant. Oddly, they had no cue when I asked them to call ahead and let them eff we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the number already on her earphone and made the call.

Everyone seemed all hyped up as if Adrenalin was pumped into everyone. There was oodles of cackle heading to the eatery. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were sister talking about the cute boy in high schooling.

"pappa, would it be OK with you if I went menage instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseated and the thought of garlic kale is making my potbelly do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

"Sir, I'd be happy to take miss Dakota back to the house,"Fred offered.

'' That would be fine, thank you, Fred, '' I answered.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Fred pulled up next to the door and let us out. I kissed Dakota before getting out. She assured me it was nothing to worry about she was just a bit nauseated.

I got out and everyone else got out of their limo. The CG boy were quite well-chosen as they had never ridden in a limo before today. Yet, the buzz was still about the gun class and the shot. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the hellhole out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my head, I wasn't sure if they did or not. I knew one of the CG boys was a sniper but shooting a 50 quality from a moving helicopter is far different than shooting a pistol.

Fred left with Dakota. Jill knew by my face that I was worried about her. The end two times we had gestation issues, there was Thomas More to it than just being nauseated. I decided to forebode Dr. Ronda.

"Hey cutie, what makes you predict me, horny again are you ?"She says in a cute joking manner.

"Well, my aphrodisiac pet, I'm actually calling you to please afford Dakota a call. She is skipping lunch with the gang and is headed back to the house. I'm sure that I'm just being a big old worry-wort, but I want to err on the sign of circumspection. Will you tick on her as a party favor to me ? '' I ask.

"deary, for you I'd do just about anything. I'll phone call her when we hang-up. But don't be surprised if I'm at your star sign collecting my doctor fees,"She gives me a fast earpiece kiss and hang up.

Jill rubs my spinal column, she knows that I'm worried.

Jill's phone buzzes.

"hello, this is Jill Graham Greene,"she says.

There's a pause as I can only hear Jill's side of the conversation.

"Yes, tomorrow morning would be fine. We'll see you then. Have a smashing day !"She says before hanging up.

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A gravid shareowner of Churchill John L. H. Down wants to buy all of our cavalry racetracks. He's put an investor group together and they would like to take on with us tomorrow aurora at the Hawk. They wanted to piddle sure they were not intruding on any funeral or menage time with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"wellspring, darling, you've told me that the running are outstanding cash cows, their operating costs and financial obligation insurance have gone up exponentially. I was thinking about the financials you sent me and maybe selling one, two, or all of them would be a good idea. What do you call back ?"I say to Jill as we go inside the restaurant.

"If we can, I say trade them all. Right now, they are all in the disgraceful, but it wouldn't take much for that to change."Jill tells me as I hold her seat out for her.

"Didn't we get them in the Happy, Happee Limo passel ? Weren't they bought under the limo license and we acquired them for future to nothing like the recording studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me aim a quick flavour but off the top of my head we may be able to get them to deal the altogether package, including that one in upstate New York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just love it when she gets into the business mode, she is so aphrodisiac then.

The owner comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottles of Chianti and three baskets of garlic bread being delivered to the table. He also has several glasses of water. Fred had mentioned that we would like water with the meal. The owner did ask where Fred was. I told him he is running one of our company home base, as she wasn't feeling well.

"mustiness have eaten Greek food, too a great deal dear,"the owner says laughing. We all chuckled along with him.

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling do you stimulate a company check with you ? I'll need one for after luncheon,"I say to her quietly.

"Sure, let me get you one out of my pocketbook,"she says reaching into her bag.

"What's it for ?"She asks.

"I promised something and it's clock time to pay up,"I say avoiding the real answer with all the capitulum around listening.

It wasn't very long before home plate full-of-the-moon of spaghetti and meat sauce started arriving at the mesa. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not connect us.

"dearie, have you seen Diane ?"I ask Jill.

"Um, issue forth to imagine about it, no,"she replies.

"Jennifer, where's Diane ?"I ask.

"Didn't she tell you ? She went to the office since she was uncomfortable with handling a gun. She said you told her it was optional,"Jen replies.

"Of trend, it was optional. I just don't call back her saying she was uncomfortable with guns,"I reply.

I get up and walk around the tabular array and squat down next to John.

"Hey, where's Diane ?"

"She's at work. She didn't want to do the gun thing, but she felt she should be at work if not with us. I told her she was being overly sensitive, but she's serious about making sure you're happy with her,"lav tells me.

"Dial her up for me on your phone please,"I ask John.

John takes out his phone and telephone dial it and hands it to me.

"HI HUNNY bunny,"Diane says thinking it was John calling her.

"fountainhead, hi back Diane,"I say to her chuckling.

"OH SHIT"she replies.

"Darling River, why are you at work ? This was supposed to be an sashay day for everyone,"I say to her.

"dada, I screwed up before. I want you to think good of me. I figured that if I wasn't at the gun affair, then I should be here at my desk working,"she says back.

"fountainhead, darling, we're missing you. No one is here to slap toilet upside his straits when he says something stupid,"I say to her trying to be funny.

I add,"Darling, can we bring you lunch or something to eat ?"

"No, I just had a couple of sandwiches that I made before I left the house this morn plus, I have a modest salad to have in a bit,"she says back.

'' Diane, are you taking the prenatal vitamins as Dr. Ronda suggested ? '' I ask.

"Well, I keep forgetting,"she says.

"OK but know that we'll talking about fixing that tonight. I want you to feature a bright beautiful tike, even if Gospel According to John is the Father,"I say looking at John and laughing. She laughs as well, even bathroom chuckles.

I tell her that I'll see her tonight and hand the telephone back to John.

I walk back down to my seat. I stop at Sharon and lean in an ask her,"volition you move down by me delight ?"

I hold my hand out and help her up from the table. We walk down to my billet. One of the CG boys brings her chair. Jill scooches over and pulls my chair over as well making room for Sharon.

I put her shell of nutrient down at the evacuate spot, wait for the chair to be set in place and deem Sharon's hand as she sits down.

Just as I sit down next to her, I see Fred walk in the restaurant. He gives me a nimble thumbs up, so I know what I asked him to do is done.

"WOW, luncheon with the boss, '' Sharon says smiling.

"How has the day been so far ?"I ask.

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a unbalanced day. The gun range, the socio-economic class about how to handle a gun, lunch here, this is an awesome piece of work day,"She says with a big smiling on her face.

"Good, we have an errand to run after lunch before we head back to the Chateau. Oh, by the way, Jill and I need to reserve the big conference room tomorrow. I don't know how foresightful we'll need it but let me script it for the entire day. Also, we need to have coffee tree, water, succus ready for tomorrow. We have an investment group meeting Jill and me tomorrow. Can you throw that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and telephone dial up the place and has a flying conversation with somebody and in just a pair of minutes she has everything set up. I smile and thank her. She goes back to eating. As Fred joins us, everyone welcome's him. He sits down next to Bobby and Sammy who are stuffing their faces almost as fast as St. John, which I didn't think anyone could even get close.

We all sit and consume our time enjoying the food and the friendly relationship of everyone at the mesa. Fred tells me that Dakota got a birdcall in the car from Dr. Ronda and that she will block by tonight just to ensure on Dakota.

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to order you that your Federal Reserve note is by due,"He says to me.

I just laugh.

We spend about an hour before I see virtually everyone done. Jill and I exchange items, I give her some cash to pay for the meal and she gives me a companionship check.

I get up and give thanks everyone telling them I need to head to the authority for a bit asking Sharon to join me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

We walk outside the restaurant and there is a Town car waiting for us. I hold the door open for Sharon and get in with her. The driver already knows where we are headed. Sharon asks,"Why are we heading to the authority ?"

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just trust me,"I tell her.

We don't travel too far, about three miles before we pull into our goal. A Mercedes dealership. Sharon's heart get big then tear up. I just smiling. The number one wood pulls the car up to the front door of the dealership. We get out and walk inside.

We meet a receptionist, who inquires why we are there. I just think to myself early than cars what are they selling ?

"Ma'am, we would like to speak to your newest salesperson,"I tell the receptionist.

She picks up the phone and dial someone up.

"She'll be right here. Would you care some burnt umber or bottled water while you wait ?"The receptionist asks.

"No thank you, we're fine. How long until the salesperson is here ? '' I ask.

From behind me, I hear, `` hi, I'm told you asked for me ?"a vernal voice says.

We turn around and see a lovely immature fair sex standing with a big smile on her face.

"I'm Brandi Johansson. My friends call me BJ. Do I know you from somewhere because you don't flavor familiar to me,"she asks.

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the newest sales representative,"I answer as I try not to be obvious that I'm looking her body over. I guess I wasn't that subtle as I feel a dawdler in the costa from Sharon.

"Please call me BJ,"she says making Sharon and me smile.

"OK, BJ, we're here to buy this young dame a car,"I tell her.

"fountainhead sir, we don't sell cars,"she replies.

"Um, then what are those things parked all over your lot and inside this construction ?"I ask now that she has me curious.

"Those machine sir are Mercedes Benz, the fine motorcar on the planet,"she says with a big smile on her face.

"But they're still cars are they not ?"I ask.

"fountainhead, um……yes, I guess they are,"She says a bit more subdued.

"spirit BJ, we already know the type of MERCEDES. We just need to foot out color and options and stop to see if you have it in ancestry,"I tell her.

"Um, OK. Which one do you need ?"She asks.

"It's not for me. It's for Sharon,"I tell her turning and looking at Sharon.

"Hello Ms. Sharon, your Dad says you only have to pick out the color and the alternative,"BJ says.

"My DAD ? No honey, he's my genus Bos,"Sharon says with a bit of redness to her face.

"Oh WOW, I wish more chief bought machine for their masses,"BJ says.

"Um, did you just call them cars ?"I ask smiling.

"Yeah, sorry. They make a big deal in training to not call them cars,"she tells us.

"BJ let's head start over. Hi, I'm David Greene. This is my building manager Sharon. My company is buying her a car of her choice and she chose a Mercedes. Can you help us ?"I say to her.

'' Yes, sir. I would be happy to help you. Do you have a example picked out and do you jazz what color is available in the model ?"She asks.

"BJ I was hoping for an E class,"Sharon says.

"Which E class and what color,"BJ asks.

"Do you have an E-300 in either red or blue ?"Sharon inquires.

'' Yes, Ma'am. We have one of each. They are also available in grim, atomic number 47, and lily-white,"she explains.

"Jacques Louis David, I would really sleep together a red one, if that's OK with you,"Sharon asks.

"dearie, it's your car, chose what you want,"I tell her.

"BJ may I see the red one ?"

"Certainly, please come after me. I just have to stop at our surety desk show them your license and get the keys,"she explains.

We both get our licenses out and mitt them to BJ. As she walks away from us, I again get poked in the costa with Sharon saying in my ear,"Bet you'd like a pellet at her eh ?"chuckling as she says it.

"Would you expect anything lupus erythematosus from your boss ?"I reply smiling the whole time.

BJ stops at the security desk who takes our licence and runs them through a machine before he hands them back to her and gives her a set of keys as well.

We walk over to BJ and she takes us by golf cart to a row of E grade Mercedes. Sharon's middle light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and squeezes as she is excited like a shaver on Christmastide morning.

BJ begins her roll about owning a Mercedes. 50 pelage of rouge, 15 pelage of all the way lacquer, 5-star crash rating, hand-stitched leather seats, seating for five, rear view camera, blah, blah, blah. My eyes roll listening to the prepared speech about the Mercedes.

"BJ can we study the vehicle for a test drive ?"I ask.

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the driver's seat. I get in the back seat and BJ gets in the passenger face. Once we are all in and secured with the seat whang, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so turn on that her mitt are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explicate thing about this model. I just sit back and listen. The test drive takes to a greater extent than an 60 minutes as BJ wanted Sharon to experience all the feature article of the car.

"BJ what did you do before selling Mercedes ?"I ask. Sharon looks at me through the rearview mirror and smile. She knows I'm up to something.

"I bounced around from one retail job to another while finishing college. I began dating this guy, an older guy, who told me I would pretend lots of money selling these motorcar. I've been working here 3 calendar month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten penny-pinching twice, but they did not qualify for financing. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 weeks of a hook with no cut-rate sale,"she explains to Sharon and me.

"Do you like doing this job ? Selling cars, I mean."I ask.

'' At first, yes. It was fun and exciting all new, but now it is getting more demoralize by the day. I 'm dingy, I should n't be telling you all this, '' she says.

"Then, assure me what did you go to college for and what would you care to do ?"I ask.

"Well sir, I only got my AA degree in byplay finance. I would really like to take an post job working unconstipated time of day but feeling like I was accomplishing things,"BJ tells me.

"Great, then come work for me. I think Sharon needs an assistant. What do you say, Sharon, would you like an supporter ? '' I say smiling to her.

"Absolutely honcho !"She says back.

"BJ, I saw a car side by side to this one in a beautiful blue, is that the Lapplander as this red one ?"I ask.

"Oh no sir, that one is more expensive. This one that we're in is $ 61,000 that disconsolate one you saw is $ 83,000,"she tells us.

As Sharon pulls the car back onto the lot of the Mercedes dealership BJ directs her where to park the vehicle.

"fountainhead, Sharon is this your car, or do you want to test drive something else ?"I ask.

"You know I want this one, why are you teasing me ?"She says smiling.

"Because I can,"I say to her laughing.

"Let's go inside and sing to your sales handler,"I tell BJ.

We get out and head inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security department sentry go. She walks us to this tiny office with a brassy desk that has two crappy heavily charge plate chairs. She tells us she will be right back with her sales manager.

It only takes a twain of instant before she appears with a guy who epitomizes the very definition of a ill-used car salesman. She introduces him as Tony Rollo.

"Hello sir, I'm Tony Rollo, sales manager. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that nice red E300. She's a dish, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my top dog is blah, claptrap, blah. My head likened the sound to the teacher's phonation in the old Charlie Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am interested in that car. What is the best OUT THE DOOR price you can afford me ?"I ask.

"Well, you're in destiny, we have a great deal on especial financing for all new customers,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right field there. I asked for your unspoilt out the door price,"I tell him.

"wellspring sir, we haven't discussed…."

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rollo, do you want to draw a sale, or do you desire to waste my time. I have little patience for time atrophy. I work for a life. If you can't tell me what I asked you for either get your boss or I'm going to your competition,"I tell him sternly. I see BJ's eyes get cock-a-hoop. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

"Sir, I'll be right back with my gaffer. The owner of the dealership,"He gets up sounding a bit defeated.

He returns a couple of min of late with a slender man.

"Sir, this is Klaus. He owns this dealership,"Tony tells me.

Klaus extends his hired hand and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No financing just to buy the darn car. Yet, your man here seems to want to waste my time. I work for a living and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the Saami enquiry What is the right out the threshold cost on that red Mercedes that we just test drove chisel with this hardworking lady BJ ?"I say in a rump voice, now getting a bit annoyed.

"That car sir goes for $ 61,000 but I can let you take it for $ 58,500,"He says to me.

"And what if we want the blue air one ?"I ask.

"Oh sir, that one is more expensive. The MSRP is $ 83,000 but I can let you feature it for $ 79,500,"He tells me.

"And that's your unspoilt price to me and these are out the door prices, tax, tag, and all your petty preprinted fees ?"I ask.

"OK, I'll take both and I want your assurance that BJ here gets the citation for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sales agreement. If I didn't need to get back to mould soon, I would have just left and gone to your rival. How tenacious do you think this will aim ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will have all the paperwork done and the cars gear up in lupus erythematosus than 90 minutes. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a hard time sitting still in her president, the uncomfortable chair.

'' Mr. Klaus, can we travel to somewhere that is more comfortable. These chairman really suck to sit in,"I say to him.

He leads us to another much more plush office. I see the nameplate on the threshold that it belongs to Mr. Rollo.

We go in and sit down. BJ tries to pardon herself to go back out front to wait for another customer.

"Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You're our sales soul you get to glean the advantage of selling us not one but TWO cars,"I say to her in front line of Mr. Rollo.

He nods telling her to sit down and conjoin us while the new car get-ready department preps the two motorcar and their back-office masses prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and laughter about mess of things. Sharon goes on a sales delivery to BJ about how good of a chief I've been. She tells her about today's risky venture, the gun range, the grade on gun safety, the mythologic lunch, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a beauty. She is certainly more beautiful than the twins Corey and Carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that matter she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed ma'am comes into the situation and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two sales contract as she goes over them crease by line. Once she is done, she asks for defrayment. I write out the check to the name of the dealership and in the amount of $ 138,000, signing my name at the undersurface. She looks at the assay and asks if I'm the new CEO of the fellowship that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a mobile phone phone mental picture of us. I tell her only if our sales person BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the ladies flanking me as the back-office lady shot three pictures trying to make sure she gets a proficient one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her first sales event. She assures me that one will.

"BJ how close to breakeven does this sales event get you ?"I ask her.

"Pretty close, maybe even a iota ahead,"she says.

"Please go get our heartfelt Mr. Rollo,"I say to BJ.

Sharon knows what's coming following, of trend, I have n't been shy about things, I just do n't like Mr. Rollo.

"Ah, Mr. Rollo, I want to thank you. You made it easily for BJ to quit your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel unblock to charge me the bill. I'll have my forensic legal team go over what you say she owes you agate line by cable. Should we receive even one centime out of situation, I'll have no selection but to file charge with the California Better Business agency, the California Department of Business, AAA, and any other representation I can call back of. Please say Mr. Klaus we thank him. Goodbye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and lead with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the threshold, I hand BJ the Francis Scott Key to the blue car.

"I want you to stick to Sharon and me to my house,"I say to her.

BJ stops, turns around and runs over to a desk. She opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a handbag. She walks back over to me, stopping at the security desk and handing over her Florida key and security tag to the precaution and says goodbye to him.

"BJ, please hand me your phone,"I say to her.

She hands me her phone. I put my cell number and the address of the Chateau on her earpiece and differentiate her to use the car 's GPS to get to my house. She hesitantly agrees. I can tell that she is very uneasy. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the better.

As I get into the red Mercedes with Sharon, my phone buzzes. It's Jill.

'' Hey, there Sexy. What's up ?"I say to her.

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to verify that you had the authority to sign a check for that sum of money,"Jill says to me.

"wellspring, Sharon has a new car. I'm very gladiolus that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an idea about tomorrow, let me sing to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new individual to link our group. I hired our car salesperson,"I say to Jill.

"How blonde is she ?"Jill asks laughing.

"Sharon, Tell Jill what you think of BJ,"I say to Sharon.

"Jill, she's beautiful. I'd do her in a minute, you would also. I can't time lag until you see the car that David bought for me,"Sharon says as she hands the speech sound back to me. It dawns on me that we'll need BJ to set up the wild blue yonder tooth in both gondola when we get to the house.

As we turn down the service road to the house, I see in my visor mirror BJ's face. She is astounded at the homes. We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. I see the gate guys have installed the gate, but it is still in the open spatial relation. I also see the security department guy wire van here. Although, I don't see the secure guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute center of the courtyard. BJ parks the juicy car side by side to Sharon's car. We get out of the gondola and head to the door. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the room access and go inside, I was worried for a moment that she might just pass out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her handwriting and tells her to comply her.

Jill and Dakota come bouncing over to me. Both of my ladies give me a big romantic kiss. I take Jill by the hand and take her outside to the courtyard. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your favorite color ?"

"blueness"

"OH, MY GAWD, DAVID, IS THAT FOR ME ?"She says screaming with excitement. Dakota follows her over to the car. I toss her the key fob and tell her to fill it for a twist. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then strip out of the courtyard heading down the Robert William Service road at some ungodly velocity, screaming all the way.

I shake my capitulum and manner of walking back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate osculation, right in front of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's hand and tells her that she's going to get a spell of the hovel.

They bound off together. I smell some ripe food cooking, clearly, Sammy and Bobby are working. I go into the kitchen and ask what smells so good.

"I'm making grill Chicken to toss into freshly made alfredo and egg noodles. Sammy is making some finger food appetizers and I think he's going to make a multiple layered vanilla and strawberry cake for dessert,"Bobby tells me. I look at the microwave clock and see that it is after 5pm. I feel dead and sit down at the table.

I have a delicate pair of script cover my eyes, but by the aroma, I can tell that the hands belong to Amy.

"Hi pop, you have a guest on their way over. She says you owe her for an unpaid bill. Daddy, I thought Jill handled all the bills ?"She asks.

"Yes, my dear, Jill does take caution of all the existent bank bill. However, I'm guess that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to work with me, she hasn't had the opportunity in a while. Oh, Amy, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership. She's going to be Sharon's help at the Hawk, so please make her tactile property welcome,"I say to Amy.

"Um, Mr. Greene,"BJ begins to say.

"David,"I correct her.

"Or dada,"Amy interjects.

"OK, David. Who are you ? I mean this house is prominent than the store that I go shopping in. And you seem to birth beautiful woman bouncing all around here. Are you, um, Hugh Hefner or someone like that ?"BJ asks me.

"No, Hugh Heffner changed the world. He made nude pictures of women into a worldwide magazine. I 'm just trying to fix my caller, Jaxson Inc."I say to her.

"BJ, in the mental test drive you made quotation that you dated an erstwhile man for a bit who convinced you to suit a car salesman ? By chance, was the former guy Mr. Rollo ?"I ask her.

'' How did you get it on ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a stunned aspect on her face.

"I watched the way you acted around him and the way he dismissed you,"I tell her.

"What do you entail ?"she asks.

"When you thought you were supposed to go back out and wait for another customer, he just dismissed you. No acknowledgment for selling two cars, no thank you for doing a good job. He was capacity to just let you go away. He really got ticked off when I told him that you were to persist since it was you that made the sale,"I tell her.

"Yeah, he's dating the other new gal. She's even younger than me. She's just barely over 21 and me at 25 is now the old gal. We're the alone two Lady that work for that dealership, all the other sales representative are men,"she tells me.

Melanie comes around the corner. She kisses me and sits in the chair between BJ and myself.

"Who's this Jacques Louis David ?"Mom asks.

"Mom, this is BJ. I hired her away from the car dealership to be Sharon's assistant,"I tell Mom.

"David, this is your Mom ?"BJ asks.

"No darling, I'm David's boss's widow woman. My married man, David's boss just passed away and David and Jill brought me back from my house in the Hamptons to hang out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cute guys that are here like Bobby and his opposite number Sammy, who is in the former kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

I see in BJ's eyes that she has questions, I get up kiss Mom and even buss BJ on the top of her head and psyche back towards my chamber to take a warm exhibitioner.

When I get to my chamber, Amy follows me inside.

"Amy, Darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, John and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the function. The two CG cat are outside at the kitty and the counterpart are in the pool with them. Belinda and Allison are working in the studio. Well, you know where Jill and Dakota are. Mom you just saw in the kitchen. Paula went to the limo party as she had an topic she had to correct. Donna went to the call center, she wanted to check on something that she suspects happens when she's not there, so she wanted to give them a surprise visit. Fred is taking the limousine back. I don't know where Marcus is, and patsy Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, I'm here useable to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a twinkle in her eye.

I put my blazon around her and rip her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for respective hour just kissing. I pull her tightly to me. She puts her arms around my neck. I feel her petite body press itself against me. I hear her moan into my oral fissure as we continue our kiss.

I hear a slight roast on the bedroom door. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the bedchamber. She takes Amy's hired hand and walks out with Amy leaving BJ alone with me in my bedchamber. BJ turns around and around looking at the sheer size of the bedroom.

"Sir, I'm not sure how prosperous I feel. This is so surrealistic. You take me away from the dealership, you bring me to your home, you have all these beautiful women. What the heck do you see in me ?"BJ says.

"BJ you're a beautiful woman. Would I like to have strong-arm intimacy with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is persona of my playgroup does this because they love sex and enjoy making person else feel honorable. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. swordplay, don't play, it's all up to you. We have lots of better-looking guys and other than Saint John the Apostle and Diane and Jill and I everyone is single. John and Diane are engaged, but they play with everyone. Jill and I are married, but we also play with everyone. If you would wish to represent, just pick someone out and play, we're a very friendly bunch. If you are bisexual, virtually all our women here are bisexual. If you know what a tramp is, that probably defines us the best,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm spooky. Sharon can't hold back talking about you and your ability to please a cleaning lady. But I see this beautiful bantam woman who just left this way, what 's her name, Amy ? How do I compete with that ? '' She asks.

'' BJ, this is not a competition. As I said, we are just a friendly bunch. When Marcus gets here, I want to insert him to you. He 's just a bit older than you but he 's a actual fan. All the char just have sex to act as with him. I think that he would be a great first guy to play with."I tell her.

"wellspring, sir, if you think he's a good one to set off with, I'll be willing to try. At some point, can I work my way up to you ?"She asks. Somehow, I just knew that this dubiousness was lurking in her head.

"Darling, you don't need to work up to me. I'm available to you virtually anytime. Although, I do accept a dear friend who wants to run with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my arms around her and lean in and kiss her. She responds a bit more than I anticipated. Her backtalk character and her natural language snakes its way into my oral fissure. I feel my prick beginning to camp out out my dress bloomers. She feels it as well, reaching down and squeezing my nearly erect cock. I caress her back. I begin to unbutton her blouse. I let it drop to the floor. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the storey. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it fall to the floor as well. Her hands begin to explore my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my mind. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon style and lay her on the play bed. I slide her slacks off her. I see that she has these cute beige lace scanty. I remove them. While I'm standing at the incline of the bed, I unbuckle my own pants letting them come to the trading floor. I slide my packer down as well. I hear a small pant as she sees my hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my nerve between her thighs and leaning in to lick her woman. She spreads her branch grasping my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to lick and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting surface-active agent with each biff. I gently put two fingerbreadth inside of her scratch on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my handwriting and wrist. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knees up towards her face giving me more access to her muliebrity. I keep curling my fingers inside of her making her coming more and more until the big one hit like a mac truck.

"OH GAWD Saint David, THIS FEELS SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS RIGHT, YOU ARE AN AWESOME LOVER,"she says to me as a huge sexual climax rolls through her body.

Another orgasm rolls through her body as I keep curling my fingers on her G-spot."OH DAVID, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the set phrase as a third orgasm rolled through right on top of the back one. I let her gather her senses after the third orgasm. I pull her in close-fitting and just kiss her. She wraps her pegleg around me and pulls me in tightly.

"Saint David, this is so much better than anything that I've experienced before. Thank you for taking me away from that horrible place. I guess at some dot I need to go dwelling and prepare for tomorrow,"she says to me.

"BJ, you don't need to go base tonight. I have mass of room here. We'll work something out. I just know you will enjoy our mathematical group. This is only the root of your sexual awakening,"I tell her.

She pulls herself into me and kisses me passionately. She lays her head on my thorax and just begins to circle her finger's breadth through my chest fuzz. It doesn't take long before I hear her lightly snoring as she has fallen asleep in my arms.

I hear Bobby and Sammy announce that dinner is ready. I gently get up from underneath BJ and head out, putting on my hoops short and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom door open. When I get to the living elbow room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with huge smiling on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got kiss from Dakota and a bighearted kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new extremity of the playgroup in our manoeuvre bed. Jill grin and says, `` Well, that did n't learn very long, '' giggling at me.

We all head down to the kitchen to get some food. I see John and Jennifer and Diane are all here. Amy asks me if I enjoyed the new gal, I just nodded yes. She smiled and said,"I suspected you would,"smiling the whole time.

I made myself a big plate of nutrient. I thought about just how nice my life-time has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must get together this investment group about the sawhorse track. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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