The Chauffeur ( # 28 ) hit man and Other Stuff

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

When I woke up on Tuesday dawning, Jill was still all entangled in me. It took a couple of minutes to extricate and not stir up her. As I stepped into the exhibitor, it dawned on me that neither the security measures hombre nor the gate citizenry had made it here. I made a mental note to phone both.

I knew that our rubber guy was now handling the lock modification at the Hawk. penury to have Sharon ask him to stop by at his public lavatory and goal installing the safes that he left in one of the bedrooms.

I was excited with today's agenda having the law side arm chain of mountains on it. I am very curious about who has firearm education and who does n't. We 're due at the range about 10am and I believe that Dakota has a inclination of who wants to learn and how many limos we need for everyone to travel.

Roger had set us up with someone that he knew and trusted in teaching small-arm safety and custom. I suspected that both CG boys, Fred and maybe John have experience with a small-arm. I haven't heard anything from any of the ma'am about old firearm training. I smelled nutrient being cooked, Francis Bacon and maybe some sausages, eggs, and toast.

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 smiles on their faces as they were both excited in this mornings risky venture. They both kissed me, but their reasoning 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 exhibitioner and get cook for our adventure.

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

"Good Morning everyone,"I said smiling.

I got pot of groans, a dyad of good sunup back, and a couple of completely still because umber had not taken effect yet.

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

Amy told me that the security guy had already called and would be here shortly. The logic gate mass said that since we had changed the name from The Commune to the Chateau it would contain a bit more time to fix the name over the gate. The condom guy said he would lead forethought of the safe's soon, as he was working diligently on the curl of the Hawk.

I pointed out to Amy that we needed a blank space for her to experience the security to be set up, easily accessible to her, and being recorded on a swarm server. She said she already had a location set up just off the primary kitchen with a lowly location in the big kitchen. I was gladiola she had a plan in mind.

Since I had already gotten dressed in my frock underdrawers and a Cuban dash shirt, I headed outside to the pool homes. I noticed the lights on in the pond home that was now a porn studio apartment. I knocked. Allison answered. I heard moaning and groaning in the background. I saw both Twin Falls on their human knee in front of guys that I recognized from the porn industry. I didn't see Belinda though. When I asked about her, Allison took my manus and led me to a rachis bedroom, where she was the centerpiece of a 12-man circle jerk. She whispered in my ear, how unrestrained she was wearing her collar in the house the other 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 enormous reception and now has a small wait lean, that included a couple of guy cable that specialize in the BDSM lifestyle. I reminded her about that guy and his antics 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 region of anything without my personal permission, which I was not going to give her.

I did lean into her and whispered to her that she is my deary submissive. This made her grin. She offered her overhaul 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 felicitous she is now that she has a Dom that she can trust.

I squeezed her ass as I left the erotica studio apartment. As I walked back across to the house, I see John peering out the glass doors at me with a big cheesy smile 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 porn studio as I saw their spark on,"He just shook his caput and went on about his business.

This morning the house was buzzing. I wasn't indisputable what got everyone moving around so early, but with Bobby and Sammy cooking, the star sign smelled yummy. I took a plate full of nut, sausage balloon, sirup, and toast. The guys also set out a glass of pineapple juice and milk for me. I sat at the kitchen tabular array thinking about what Mom had said about needing a formal dining room tabular array. She was powerful. I texted her that I had seen a pecan table somewhere and thought it to be a beautiful table, but that our set back pauperism to be able to induct at least 20 people.

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

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

I heard a dab and looked out to see the two twins naked in the pool. This drew a chuckle from the interior 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 syndicate, 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 bathroom. They pushed their defenseless physical structure against him and began removing his clothes. The low thing he removed was his wallet. He now needed to dry it as soon as possible. Thankfully, he did not have his cell phone in his pants pocket when he hit the water.

Corey dive under the water only to go forth with lav's bloomers and boxer shorts. John looked over at the home and just smiled. None of us cared if he has some pool sex with the twins, in fact, I think a couple of the guys, like Marcus, envied St. John the Apostle. I leaned over to Marcus and told him to go sum John, I 'm for sure they would sleep together to have you as an increase. Marcus wasted no clock time in getting up, shedding his clothes and went running out into the pocket billiards. I saw Carol swim over to Marcus and begin playing with him.

Amy told me that my boxes had arrived yesterday, while I was in the bedroom with Jill. She put them in the front bedroom behind the animation way. I got up and headed there, with Amy following close behind. I opened the door to see about 50 FedEx box of various sizes. I didn't even know where to begin. I told Amy that I wanted the Twin and Marcus to handle the Sami sorting job here that they did at the Hawk.

As I went to turn around, Amy cornered me. She put her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I pulled her to me, figuring that she felt a bit lonely without Tina being here. I walked her out to the living elbow room. She shed her clothes quickly and began shedding mine. As we both got naked, she sat me down on the couch and straddled my lap. She positioned herself over my manhood 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 rim allowing each early's tongue to enrol our oral cavity. I felt her begin to orgasm on me, her body stiffening up as she expelled wetness onto my lap. I thrust into her as deeply as I could get.

I felt that wonderful twinge as I began to shoot rope after circle 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 whole organic structure shook with an orgasmic rush. We declared our loved for each other as I shot another rhythm of spermatozoan into her. She wrapped her lithe legs around me pulling me mysterious into her as I shot again and again. Her middle glazed over, and I felt her body spasm underneath me yet again.

As we were uncoupling, my little 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 tool. Her light strokes felt fantastic. 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 drive. We began to sway back and forth. We continued rocking back and Forth for quite a retentive time. She began kissing me, licking my neck, and playing with my ear. All of that felt marvelous. I thrust into her, shooting rope after rope into her. She moaned in total acceptance, declaring her love life 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 twat was expelling all the cum that I had put in there. She pulled out two fingers good of cum, licking them clear. She moaned as she cleaned her own finger. As my cock finally began to deflate, Amy took one final stage lick of my cock taking care to pick the cum from Dakota off my manhood. Dakota just smiled seeing Amy being submissive to me yet again.

CHAPTER 2

As the time for us to leave quickly approached, I remembered that Fred had left one of the limos out into the courtyard. He got up, got dressed and headed outside to go fill up up the limo. He returned lupus erythematosus than a one-half hour 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 early limos arrived, and we all piled into any of the machine. Jill, Dakota, Sharon, and Mom all joined me in Fred's limo.

The sleep of the group all chose a car. All three limos were full of our playgroup. Off we went to the handgun range.

Marcus was left behind with instructions about the security companionship along with instructions that the gate people may bear witness up as well as the locksmith putting the remaining rubber into various rooms around the sign of the zodiac. He accepted the responsibility.

As we drove to the scope, Jill told us about how heavily it was for her to find out to modify on the range in the shipboard soldier, although she was using More than just a pistol, she had to specify with a rifle as well.

Sharon told us about growing up in a planetary house where her Dad went hunting when the season came around. However, it was all a artifice to hold a girlfriend on the slope. Her Mom figured it out when he came home after a hebdomad of being gone ‘ hunting'but he had the exact like clothes on that he left in. She rummaged through his baggage only to obtain a cute lacy bra, certainly not one of her mother ’. They divorced after that hunting season. He married his ‘ girl'about 6 month later.

Mom told us that Bob disapproved of guns saying ‘ that is the job for someone else'so he never had guns in their mansion. She never ever even handled a gun, let alone shoot one. Fred offered his help making everyone in the backrest of the car smile.

Dakota had to be cajoled to talk about guns. She said she grew up in a toughened neighborhood, lots of gangs, lots of unsavoury people many if not about had a gun. She said in high school day one of her friends was brutalized at gunpoint. She was so shaken up that she ended up committing self-annihilation. She told us that she is very apprehensive about this training. 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 Sat morn family that I took my son to when he was about 8. This really pissed off his female parent, but I was purpose on taking the ‘ fun'out of handling a firearm. We sat and listened to an instructor teach the youngster about the dispute between a revolver and a semi-automatic pistol. He showed the kids how to be able to bet at a weapon and know if there is a safety or not, how to charge and put down a shooting iron, as well as how to strip a weapon properly. I explained that at his age all his champion were enamored with guns. He told me respective years later as he became a teenager that his serious friend Billy nearly shot the folk dog. He had found his Dad's .45 under his pillow and ran around the inside of the family when it went off. The dog ran and hid underneath a bed. He remembers how Billy just dropped the gun on the base and went running to his bedroom knowing that he was getting a licking 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 happy to see the size of the group once we all emerged from their various limo. The instructor introduced himself and his assistant since Dakota had warned him about how with child our radical would be.

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

As we all took a seat, I noticed that Dakota was seated right following to Jill. Fred, both CG male child already had piece and carry permits. The instructor had us replete out the carry permit form if we wished to be cleared to hold and handle a small-arm.

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

Before we were even allowed to handle a firearm, we had to pass a myopic quiz about handling a gun that the teacher had put together. It was a quick quiz, but it took everyone off guard a bit. Surprisingly toilet and Dakota both finished ahead of everyone else. Jill and I were moments behind. The teacher told us as we were working on the quiz that as you finish you then get to peck a gun to learn with.

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

Jill took hold of a Glock 9mm. I picked up a bigger interlingual rendition of Dakota's Smith 9mm, this one had a longer livestock that fit my paw better.

Mom, well she was quite funny, she picked up a gun like she was picking up a dead rat. This made various of us chuckle, but it was Fred who saved the day with her helping to pick out a gun to her sizing but not with such power to overwhelm her. He gave her a hire 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 someone else to opt their gun. Of course, whoremaster wanted to show off, but the CG boys kept him in his seat.

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 John explaining that although a .357 is a groovy gun, it's better suited for the movies and not in really lifespan. He selected a Smith & Wesson 9mm which John the Evangelist took reluctantly and gave up the large revolver.

In my head, I again see the maturity date level of John growing. Not all that long ago, he would have argued about what gun he wanted, but here he listened to ground and made the switch. Maybe I need to admit him in a rattling work session with me.

Now it was time to guide out to the range, but before we did the instructor gave us each a pair of safety glasses. He also did not give us ammo until we got to the chain, he said he would then give us five rhythm each. Paula made us snicker again asking what a round was. The instructor explained that around was another word of honor for fastball. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back.

The teacher divided the group down the middle of the course. One half of the course went with the primary instructor, the other one-half went with the helper. We all got up and followed our several instructor with him putting each of us at dissever stalls in which to shoot from.

I chose the very end, closest to Dakota and Jill. I wanted to see Jill shoot, but after hearing about Dakota's former experience with a firearm, made me worry about her.

Somehow, John the Divine ended up on the other side of me. Jill laughed when she saw me and my shadow, even Dakota laughed a bit seeing John 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 direction at least. It was clear who had handgun breeding and who did n't. I was n't bad, all my rounds at least hit the target newspaper publisher. However, poor Paula and Jennifer had no circle hit the mark composition. They were both cook to give up almost immediately. The primary quill instructor moved Jennifer and Paula closer to the CG boy, that way each one of them could collapse them aristocratic suggestions about being more successful.

Sammy and Bobby also helped. They each made lenify proffer to Donna and Allison, although I don't think Allison was comfortable holding the gun. She kept putting the gun down after each gibe. Sammy told her to fire all five daily round then put the piece down.

Next, to me, I heard five snapshot all grouped together. I turned and saw Jill coaching Dakota. Jill, the CG bozo, Fred, and Sammy and Bobby all had put their rounds inside the black, but the CG Guy and Fred all hit sum batch. The teacher offered to alter the target paper from a object to one of a ‘ bad guy ’, Dakota readily accepted the offer.

It was as if a light substitution turned on with Dakota. She put her future five all in the face of the bad guy……all five ! She smiled at her resultant role, Jill laughed even the instructor made mention that sometimes you just require something more than a newspaper fair game to make things click.

The junior-grade teacher went along the shooting line offering to change from targets to the bad guy target, John wanted to try. He did ok, all five of his shots hit the guy, but there was no grouping. Bobby stepped over to John and suggested that he hold the gun with one hand and the former bridge player act as a base underneath the gun gillyflower to continue the recoil to a minimum. When John tried the proposition, he got four out of the five together with the fifth one not part of the group but directly between the eyes. bathroom was ready to be done after seeing that. We all laughed at our new ‘ gunslinger ’. What surprised me the most was the maintenance Jill was showing Dakota on how to properly utilize her weapon.

Dakota would lease her five shots, Jill would give her advice, and then Dakota would fire five more. Clearly, Dakota was determined to master this and kept at it until her shooting became very much better.

I asked the instructor if we could get all our military people lined up next to each other and have ourselves a little shoot off. He shrugged his shoulders and asked the group if they would be unforced, which they all agreed. In my principal, I thought that one of the CG boy would surface to the top. However, it was a surprise to me that although the CG boy were spectacular, Fred and Jill took top honors. Fred put all five of his again center mass on the regular target. Jill used the bad-guy target area and put all five squarely in the chest. The CG boys all had center of attention mess gibe, but each one had one single shot that drifted and touched the line of products, whereas Fred did not.

Dakota just kept practicing repeatedly, focusing on her mastering this acquisition. Jill was clearly a great aid to her giving her advice and way on bettering her technique.

The other madam all enjoyed the upshot, but they didn't believe that they would ever involve this skill. However, Sharon also kept at the shooting trying to master the acquirement as well. She was quite the spitfire, not leave to give up. Mom, well she really didn't flavor comfy using the gun, but she did anyway. She kept trying until all five of her shots hit the objective at least.

I was impressed that both Sharon and Dakota were determined to subdue this attainment. John, well he was his usual John self, but he again showed signs of matureness when he was given advice on how to promote his shooting skill set. All in all, we had a great time. The teacher took a grouping photo of everyone together holding their gun in nominal head of them. He told me that he would have them developed and mail the set to us.

Once the training class was over, I felt it was time for another great lunch at Fred's pet Italian restaurant. Mom was excited to see we would be going back there. In her brain our rock and roll star 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 hope and had not followed through. Before we all got into the railcar, I pulled Fred aside and spoke to him. He assured me that he would drive care of what I was asking.

Since the CG male child were Fred's nephews, I assumed that they knew of Fred's Italian restaurant. Oddly, they had no clue when I asked them to call ahead and let them experience we were coming over, all 14 of us. Thankfully, Dakota had the turn already on her sound and made the call.

Everyone seemed all hyped up as if adrenaline was pumped into everyone. There was lots of chatter heading to the restaurant. Mom, Jill, and Sharon were all talking as if they were sisters talking about the cute boy in high school.

"Daddy, would it be OK with you if I went house instead of eating lunch with everyone ? I'm feeling a bit nauseate and the intellection of garlic scratch is making my tummy do flip flops,"Dakota said to me.

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

'' That would be o.k., 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 limousine. The CG male child were quite happy as they had never ridden in a limo before today. Yet, the bombilation was still about the gun class and the shot. Everyone congratulated Jill on kicking the hell on earth out of the others, but Jill being Jill politely told everyone that they all ‘ let'her win. In my head, I wasn't sure enough if they did or not. I knew one of the CG male child 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 boldness that I was concern about her. The cobbler's last two clock time we had pregnancy issues, there was more to it than just being nauseated. I decided to call Dr. Ronda.

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

"Well, my aphrodisiacal darling, I'm actually calling you to please give Dakota a Call. She is skipping dejeuner with the bunch 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 mark of carefulness. Will you check up on on her as a favor to me ? '' I ask.

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

Jill rub my rear, she knows that I'm worried.

Jill's earphone buzzes.

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

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

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

"What was that all about ?"I ask.

"A large stockholder of Churchill Downs wants to buy all of our gymnastic horse racetracks. He's put an investor mathematical group together and they would like to meet with us tomorrow forenoon at the war hawk. They wanted to urinate sure enough they were not intruding on any funeral or family line clock time with respect to Bob Jaxson."She says to me.

"well, darling, you've told me that the tracks are groovy John Cash cows, their operating costs and liability 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 unspoiled estimate. What do you call back ?"I say to Jill as we go inside the restaurant.

"If we can, I say sell them all. Right now, they are all in the Shirley Temple Black, 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 flock ? Weren't they bought under the limo licence and we acquired them for next to nothing like the recording studio ?"I ask.

"Yes, we did. Let me take in a immediate look but off the top of my head we may be able to get them to take the whole package, including that one in upstate New House of York that hasn't made money in three or four years."Jill says. I just make out it when she gets into the line mode, she is so sexy then.

The proprietor comes over to greet us. Before we even say anything, he has two bottle of Chianti and three baskets of Allium sativum bread being delivered to the table. He also has several glasses of piddle. 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 political party habitation, as she wasn't feeling well.

"must have eaten Greek solid food, too a great deal lamb,"the possessor says laughing. We all chuckled along with him.

I leaned over to Jill and asked,"Darling River do you deliver 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 purse,"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 tangible response with all the auricle around listening.

It wasn't very long before plates full of spaghetti and essence sauce started arriving at the tabular array. It didn't even dawn on me until we were eating that Diane did not join us.

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

"Um, come to intend 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 course, it was optional. I just don't remember her saying she was uncomfortable with hired gun,"I reply.

I get up and take the air around the table 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 medium, but she's serious about making sure you're happy with her,"privy tells me.

"telephone dial her up for me on your telephone please,"I ask John.

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

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

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

"OH motherfucker"she replies.

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

"papa, I screwed up before. I want you to mean 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.

"well, darling, we're missing you. No one is here to slap John upside his top dog when he says something pudden-head,"I say to her trying to be funny.

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

"No, I just had a twain of sandwiches that I made before I left the house this sunrise plus, I have a lowly salad to accept 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 talk about fixing that tonight. I want you to experience a burnished beautiful small fry, even if John is the beginner,"I say looking at John and laughing. She laughs as well, even toilet chuckles.

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

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

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

I put her plate of food for thought down at the empty billet, wait for the president to be set in place and hold back Sharon's hand as she sits down.

Just as I sit down side by side to her, I see Fred base on balls in the eatery. He gives me a straightaway thumb up, so I know what I asked him to do is done.

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

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

"Oh, my goodness. This has been a crazy day. The gun range, the social class about how to manage a gun, lunch here, this is an awesome work day,"She says with a big smile 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 elbow room tomorrow. I don't live how long we'll need it but let me book it for the stallion day. Also, we need to have burnt umber, water, juice ready for tomorrow. We have an investment mathematical group get together Jill and me tomorrow. Can you have that ready for us ? '' I ask of her.

Sharon stops eating and dials up the office and has a quick conversation with someone and in just a couple 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 john, which I didn't think anyone could even come close.

We all sit and carry our clock time enjoying the food and the friendship of everyone at the board. Fred tells me that Dakota got a call in the car from Dr. Ronda and that she will stop by tonight just to check out on Dakota.

"Oh, yeah sir, she told Dakota to secern you that your bill is past 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 company check.

I get up and thank everyone telling them I need to head to the office for a bit asking Sharon to unite me. She willingly agrees.

CHAPTER 3

We walk outside the restaurant and there is a townspeople 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 post ?"

"We're not,"

"But you said…."she says.

"Just swear me,"I tell her.

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

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

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

She picks up the phone and dial someone up.

"She'll be right here. Would you care some 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, `` hello, I'm told you asked for me ?"a young voice says.

We turn around and see a pin-up young adult female 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 tone intimate to me,"she asks.

"Ms. Johansson, you don't know us. I asked for the young salesperson,"I answer as I try not to be obvious that I'm looking her trunk over. I guess I wasn't that subtle as I feel a clout in the rib from Sharon.

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

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

"well sir, we don't sell car,"she replies.

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

"Those automobiles sir are Mercedes Benz, the finest automobile on the planet,"she says with a big smile on her face.

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

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

"Look BJ, we already know the type of MERCEDES. We just need to clean out coloration and alternative and ascertain to see if you have it in stock,"I tell her.

"Um, OK. Which one do you want ?"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 cull out the color and the alternative,"BJ says.

"My DAD ? No dearest, he's my chief,"Sharon says with a bit of inflammation to her face.

"Oh WOW, I wish more knob bought automobile for their hoi polloi,"BJ says.

"Um, did you just bid them car ?"I ask smiling.

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

"BJ let's start over. Hi, I'm St. 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 mannikin picked out and do you know what color is available in the model ?"She asks.

"BJ I was hoping for an E stratum,"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 disastrous, Ag, and white,"she explains.

"David, I would really hump a red one, if that's OK with you,"Sharon asks.

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

"BJ may I see the red one ?"

"Certainly, please survey me. I just have to stop at our security desk show them your licence and get the keystone,"she explains.

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

"Would you expect anything LE 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 keystone as well.

We walk over to BJ and she takes us by golf cart to a row of E class Mercedes. Sharon's eyes light up when she sees the red one. She grabs my bicep and hug as she is excited like a small fry on Christmas morning.

BJ begins her rove about owning a Mercedes. 50 coating of paint, 15 coat of acquit lacquer, 5-star crash rating, hand-stitched leather buns, seating for five, rear view television camera, rant, blah, rant. My eyes roll listening to the prepared speech about the Mercedes.

"BJ can we read the vehicle for a test driving force ?"I ask.

She opens the door and Sharon gets in the driver's seat. I get in the back posterior and BJ gets in the rider side. Once we are all in and secured with the backside belt, she hands Sharon the key fob. Sharon starts the car. She is so emotional that her hands are almost shaking.

Sharon listens intently to BJ explicate things about this model. I just sit back and listen. The test drive takes Sir Thomas More than an minute as BJ wanted Sharon to see 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 grin. 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 elderly guy, who told me I would produce gobs of money selling these cars. I've been working here 3 calendar month now and have not sold even one car. I've gotten finale twice, but they did not stipulate for funding. I feel like I got hoodwinked, but I owe them for 12 weeks of a hook with no sales,"she explains to Sharon and me.

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

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

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

"Well sir, I only got my AA point in business organisation finance. I would really like to have an spot job working regular hours 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 assistant ? '' I say smiling to her.

"Absolutely boss !"She says back.

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

"Oh no sir, that one is more expensive. This one that we're in is $ 61,000 that blue 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.

"wellspring, Sharon is this your car, or do you want to screen 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 tattle to your sales agreement manager,"I tell BJ.

We get out and header inside. She stops at the security desk and hands the key fob back to the security guard. She walks us to this tiny office with a punk desk that has two crappy hard plastic death chair. She tells us she will be right back with her sales manager.

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

"hello sir, I'm Tony Rolf, sales manager. BJ tells me that you're looking to buy that nice red E300. She's a beauty, isn't she ?"He says to me, but what I hear in my question is blah, blah, blah. My head word likened the strait to the teacher's vox in the old Charlie John Brown cartoons.

"Tony, I am interested in that car. What is the ripe OUT THE room access price you can give me ?"I ask.

"Well, you're in luck, we have a neat lot on peculiar financing for all new customer,"he begins.

"Tony, Tony, stop right wing there. I asked for your skilful out the door terms,"I tell him.

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

I cut him off mid-sentence."Mr. Rolf, do you want to ready a sale, or do you want to waste my time. I have little patience for sentence wasting. I work for a living. 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 optic get bigger. Apparently, she hasn't seen anyone put Mr. Rollo in his place.

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

He returns a couple of minutes belated with a slender man.

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

Klaus extends his hand and we shake.

"Mr. Klaus, we came in here to buy a Mercedes. No financing just to buy the tinker's damn car. Yet, your man here seems to want to desolate my prison term. I work for a support and would like to get back to doing what I do. So, I'll ask you the same question What is the best out the door price on that red Mercedes that we just examine drove with this hardworking Lady BJ ?"I say in a stern voice, now getting a bit annoyed.

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

"And what if we want the amobarbital sodium one ?"I ask.

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

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

"OK, I'll take both and I want your self-confidence that BJ here gets the deferred payment for the sale. I'm only here because she worked so hard on this sale. If I didn't need to get back to make soon, I would own just left and gone to your competition. How long do you suppose this will take ?"I say with an air of superiority.

"Sir, we will get all the paperwork done and the railway car ready in less than 90 bit. Will that be sufficient ?"Klaus says to us. However, I see Sharon having a concentrated clock time sitting still in her chair, the uncomfortable chair.

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

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

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

"Oh no BJ, you get to stay in here with us. You're our sales person you get to harvest the rewards of selling us not one but TWO gondola,"I say to her in forepart of Mr. Rollo.

He nods telling her to sit down and join us while the new car get-ready department preps the two cars and their back-office the great unwashed prepare all the paperwork.

The three of us chat and laugh about quite a little of thing. Sharon goes on a sales event auction pitch to BJ about how good of a boss I've been. She tells her about today's adventure, the gun range, the category on gun safety, the fabulous lunch, and now getting her a new car. I think to myself that BJ is truly a smasher. She is certainly more beautiful than the counterpart Corey and Carol While she is no Jill, nor Dakota, nor even Amy for that issue she is quite beautiful, you can see it.

A conservatively dressed lady comes into the agency and sits down across the desk from us. She turns her paperwork around so we can see the two sales contracts as she goes over them line by line. Once she is done, she asks for defrayal. I write out the check to the epithet of the franchise and in the sum of $ 138,000, signing my gens at the bottom. She looks at the check and asks if I'm the new CEO of the company that she saw on MSNBC. When I tell her that I am, she asks if she could get a prison cell phone picture of us. I tell her only if our gross revenue individual BJ is in the photo.

The three of us stand together, the peeress flanking me as the back-office peeress snaps three pictures trying to draw sure as shooting she gets a ripe one. I ask that a copy goes to BJ as her first-class honours degree sale. She assures me that one will.

"BJ how close to breakeven does this cut-rate sale get you ?"I ask her.

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

"Please go get our dear Mr. Rolf,"I say to BJ.

Sharon knows what's coming next, of form, 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 slow for BJ to fall by the wayside your firm. I'm taking her with us. If you think she still owes your firm money, feel free to transport me the greenback. I'll have my forensic effectual team go over what you say she owes you line by phone line. Should we come up even one penny out of space, I'll have no selection but to file complaints with the CA bettor Business Bureau, the California Department of stage business, AAA, and any other agency I can conceive of. Please enjoin Mr. Klaus we thank him. Goodbye Mr. Rollo, '' I say to him as I get up and allow with BJ and Sharon.

As we walk to the door, I hand BJ the keys to the blueness car.

"I want you to follow Sharon and me to my sign of the zodiac,"I say to her.

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

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

She hands me her phone. I put my cell number and the destination of the Chateau on her phone and distinguish her to use the car 's GPS to get to my house. She hesitantly agrees. I can assure that she is very unquiet. I just turned her life upside down, but hopefully for the intimately.

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

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

"Did you just buy Sharon a Mercedes ? They called to control that you had the authority to bless a check for that amount,"Jill says to me.

"Well, Sharon has a new car. I'm very glad that I fulfilled my promise to her when I hired her. Hey, I have an idea about tomorrow, let me lecture to you when we get home, oh, and I have another new person to join our group. I hired our car sales representative,"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 waiting until you see the car that St. 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 blue tooth in both car when we get to the house.

As we turn down the military service road to the house, I see in my eyeshade mirror BJ's face. She is astounded at the home. We pull into the court of the Chateau. I see the gate guys have installed the gate, but it is still in the open position. I also see the security guys van here. Although, I don't see the safe guy's vehicle.

Sharon parks her car in the absolute center of the courtyard. BJ parks the dreary car next to Sharon's car. We get out of the elevator car and question to the doorway. BJ is shocked and amazed. When we open the door and go inside, I was worried for a moment that she might just pass away out. Her head is swirling, and she is spinning around trying to see everything. Sharon takes her helping hand and tells her to trace 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 select her exterior to the court. I ask her,"Jilly, what's your ducky color ?"

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"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 enjoin her to take it for a spin. Both she and Dakota get in the car. They slowly circle around and then unclothe out of the court heading down the service route at some ungodly pep pill, screaming all the way.

I shake my capitulum and walk back inside. Sharon comes bouncing over to me and gives me a huge passionate kiss, right in strawman of BJ. When she breaks from the kiss, she takes BJ's handwriting and tells her that she's going to get a tour of the shack.

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

"I'm making barbecued Chicken to cast aside into freshly made alfredo and egg attic. Sammy is making some finger's breadth food for thought 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 bushed and sit down at the tabular array.

I have a finespun couplet of hands cover my center, but by the perfume, I can distinguish that the hands belong to Amy.

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

"Yes, my darling, Jill does hire care of all the rattling bill. However, I'm shot that our guest is Dr. Ronda. She's referring to wanting to play 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 assistant at the hawk, so please ca-ca her tone welcome,"I say to Amy.

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

"David,"I correct her.

"Or pop,"Amy interjects.

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

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

"BJ, in the test drive you made mention that you dated an former man for a bit who convinced you to become a car salesman ? By chance, was the onetime guy Mr. Hrolf ?"I ask her.

'' How did you have it off ? I thought no one knew, '' She says with a dazed feeling on her face.

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

"What do you think ?"she asks.

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

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

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

"Who's this Saint 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 Jacques Louis David's boss's widow. My husband, Saint David's honcho just passed away and St. David and Jill brought me back from my theatre in the Hampton to flow out here. Which I'm loving, especially with these cunning guys that are here like Bobby and his vis-a-vis Sammy, who is in the other kitchen, '' Mom tells BJ.

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

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

"Amy, darling, where is everyone ?"

"Well, Saint John the Apostle and Jennifer went downtown to get Diane from the office. The two CG guys are out of doors at the pool and the Gemini the Twins 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 limousine company as she had an outlet she had to correct. Donna went to the call shopping mall, 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 limo back. I don't know where Marcus is, and cross Newberg said he would be back after 530pm. And of course, I'm here available to you if you want me, anytime you want me,"Amy says with a twinkle in her eye.

I put my arms around her and force her to me. She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. We stand there for several minutes 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 cavity as we continue our kiss.

I hear a thin belt on the sleeping accommodation door. I look over to see Sharon and BJ. Sharon brings BJ into the chamber. She takes Amy's 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 well-situated I feel. This is so surreal. 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 charwoman. Would I like to have physical affaire with you ? ABSOLUTELY ! But, only if you 're willing. Everyone who is share of my playgroup does this because they love sex and savour making someone else feel good. Everything is consensual and none of it has anything to do with their job. Play, don't play, it's all up to you. We have dozens of good-looking guys and former than John and Diane and Jill and I everyone is one. 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 play, just pick individual out and flirt, we're a very well-disposed gang. If you are bisexual, virtually all our adult female here are bisexual. If you know what a swinger is, that probably defines us the best,"I say to her.

"I don't know. I'm spooky. Sharon can't stop talking about you and your ability to please a woman. But I see this beautiful tiny woman who just left this room, 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 introduce him to you. He 's just a bit older than you but he 's a real lover. All the charwoman just eff to play with him. I think that he would be a great first guy to fiddle with."I tell her.

"fountainhead, sir, if you think he's a good one to start with, I'll be will to try. At some spot, can I work my way up to you ?"She asks. Somehow, I just knew that this question was lurking in her head.

"Darling, you don't need to go up to me. I'm usable to you virtually anytime. Although, I do give a dear champion who wants to play with me tonight coming over, Dr. Ronda,"I say to her.

I step forward. I put my munition around her and lean in and kiss her. She responds a bit more than than I anticipated. Her rima oris character and her natural language snakes its way into my mouth. I feel my cock beginning to camp out my garb knickers. 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 off to the floor. I reach around and unclasp her bra letting it also fall to the floor. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it fall to the flooring as well. Her hands begin to search my chest as she pulls my tee shirt over my mind. I scoop her up in my arms, honeymoon vogue and lay her on the play bed. I slide her morass off her. I see that she has these cute ecru lace pantie. I remove them. While I'm standing at the side of the bed, I unbuckle my own drawers letting them shine to the floor. I slide my boxers down as well. I hear a small-scale gasp as she sees my hard shaft pointing to the ceiling.

I get into the bed, moving my face between her thighs and leaning in to solve her womanhood. She spreads her legs grasping my hair and pulling me into her. I begin to lick and suck her tasty sex. I feel her getting wetter with each punch. I gently put two digit inside of her scraping on her G-spot. This makes her moan loudly as she splashes my paw and wrist joint. She is moaning loudly now, pulling her knee up towards her face giving me to a greater extent accession to her fair sex. 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 DAVID, THIS feeling SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, SHARON IS rightfield, YOU ARE AN AWESOME LOVER,"she says to me as a huge orgasm rolls through her body.

Another climax rolls through her body as I keep curling my fingers on her G-spot."OH St. David, I'M CUMMING SO HARD….SO HARD….SO….HAA,"She doesn't finish the phrase as a 3rd orgasm rolled through right on top of the second one. I let her pull together her senses after the third orgasm. I pull her in unaired and just buss her. She wraps her legs around me and root for me in tightly.

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

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

She pulls herself into me and kiss me passionately. She lays her nous on my bureau and just begins to circle her finger through my chest haircloth. It doesn't take retentive 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 basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I leave my bedroom door undecided. When I get to the bread and butter room, Dakota and Jill are just coming back in with immense smiles on their faces. Clearly, they loved Jill 's new car. I got buss from Dakota and a handsome candy kiss from Jill. I whisper in Jill 's ear that we have a new member of the playgroup in our caper bed. Jill smiling and says, `` Well, that did n't take in very long, '' giggling at me.

We all head down to the kitchen to get some nutrient. I see lav 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 food. I thought about just how decent my biography has become since I became a chauffeur. Tomorrow is another day and Jill and I must meet this investment group about the horse rail. We all eat our dinner enjoying each other's company.

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