Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 277 Living in the Mansion
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Friday, September 2 to Sunday, September 25, 2005 (Continued)
The Target Game resumed, much to my four teammates' relief. Their begging had been pathetic. Even with Mom slowly learning to hire people to do things, we were all kept pretty busy with mansion stuff, especially Julia and Carol as they had decorating decisions to make that seemed to be of life-or-death importance. So we didn't have time to have as many Target dates as before, and we couldn't let them last all day.
On the resumed Target dates, in virtually the first minute of it, Julia explained to the girls, "Sorry we've been away for the last couple of weeks. Mark decided he'd like to learn scuba diving, so we flew to what I think is the best scuba diving island anywhere in the world. A very upmarket, very small tropical island off the coast of Thailand. It was an UNBELIEVABLE place! Absolutely GORGEOUS. Just Mark, me and Carol. He brought Carol with us to keep me company when he was diving. He's wonderfully considerate about things like that, even though it cost him a lot more money. It's GREAT having a millionaire boyfriend. He suddenly decides he wants to do something fantastic, and next thing we know, we're halfway around the world, living in total luxury, eating fantastic food, and on the most incredible beach and water you've ever seen. {Sigh}, it's a tough life, but someone's got to do it."
The listeners clearly thought that the someone should be them, especially after they saw the photos. Girls like Savannah and Adriana thought it very, very hard. They deserved it, because they were such superior people.
Julia continued, "Oh, I just remembered. Thinking about Mark's money reminded me about Mark's new mansion. Are any of you interested in hearing about that?"
It turned out that some of them were interested.
"It's looking FANTASTIC! There's still a huge amount of work to do, but it's coming along wonderfully." I'll skip the next five years (it seemed). It was VERY tedious, although all the girls were riveted to Julia's every word.
-- "Mark's going to throw a pool party on the last Saturday afternoon before school starts. Did I mention it has a large, heated swimming pool? And a spa pool next to it, like you'd expect of the top quality house Mark would buy. Most of the furnishing will be done by then, although the landscaping would've only just started. There's a great deal of landscaping to do, because it's a six-acre property.
-- "Anyway, those of you who get an invite will be able to see everything. Mark hasn't decided who to invite yet, but I know it'll just be his closest friends and their dates. His soccer team obviously, plus three or four of his favorite girls. Ava, Alexis and Pat probably. That group will become his main social circle because once school and college start he won't have time to socialize with so many of you anymore."
It was very funny to watch. Initially everyone had assumed they'd be invited, and you could see the curiosity and eagerness on their faces. When Julia had said, "those of you who get an invite," that'd scared some of them, but not badly. "His closest friends and their dates" hadn't had any effect since they were all invited on these dates, so presumably would be invited to my mansion too. It was the "three or four of his favorite girls," and then Julia's naming three of those places, that'd REALLY hurt. The other girls didn't even know if there'd be a fourth girl invited, so they weren't sure whether they could even grasp at that faint hope. Julia's closing threat about my social circle freezing had been very scary and had made getting an invite to see my mansion of critical importance, if they wanted the lifestyle being in my life represented, which they greatly did.
What they all did a second later, was remember "his closest friends and their dates," plus "his soccer team obviously." By this stage of the Target Game, the girls knew that I put a lot of store on my friendships with my soccer team and that I very much appreciated any of the girls who were nice to my teammates - that preference of mine had been repeatedly reinforced - and they knew these four guys were polite, easily controlled, and didn't have girlfriends. The girls faces all turned toward my four teammates, like the barrels of two dozen tanks all turning to face the same target. (They were slightly confused over who the Targets really were, but we certainly weren't going to tell them. Not yet anyway.)
The date started going very well for my teammates.
Of course, the girls didn't behave correctly to start with. They assumed they were in competition with each other for the appallingly low number of soccer teammates I invited to these dates. Julia gave them some time, to let them try, get out-tried, try harder, get worked up, and for the first couple of verbal conflicts to erupt.
Then Julia laughed loudly, getting their attention so they all heard, "Haha. I've just realized what you're doing. You think you can convince one of these guys to choose you as their date so you can see Mark's new mansion..."
Several girls insisted that wasn't the case. They had to stop kissing my teammates asses to make themselves heard, but they insisted anyway. I'm mixing metaphor and reality. Let's just say that no one was fooled, least of all their competitors.
Julia ignored the silly interruptions, " ... These guys are too mature and experienced to fall for that ploy. They get all the sex they want already, so that bait isn't going to work either. But mostly - and this is so obvious I can't believe none of you thought of it - they don't want a girlfriend! A girlfriend would get in the way of their current lifestyle. They like girls who're friendly with all of them far too much to want a single girlfriend. Chances are they'll invite no one, or maybe Alexis, Pat, Ava and me, just as a joke.
-- "None of you are part of our lifestyle, but you should know that trying to get one of the boys to be your boyfriend isn't going to happen even if you offered him endless sex, so please stop competing with each other. All you're doing is creating an unfriendly atmosphere. If any of them invite anyone, it'll be a girl who is genuinely friendly and good company. If there is a girl like that, chances are all four of them would ask her, because that's the way they are, so your competitiveness is working against you. Which do you think does the better job inside duvets: goose down or the new synthetic filler?"
Once they'd recovered from the shock of the abrupt change of topic, I was astonished how many of them had an opinion on the goose down versus synthetic filler debate. Apparently goose down was much better. The chemists who invented the new synthetic need to go back to their test-tubes (just in case any of them are reading this). (And while I'm at it, if any of my readers work for Microsoft, then (a) Shame on you! (b) Fix Windows so people can put two mouses on one computer please. Don't make me add it to my Emperor of the World To Do List; it's silly enough already.)
The smarter girls - generally not the Targets - worked out that being friendly and noncompetitive was the best way to win the competition. The other girls soon realized this dirty trick and copied it, so most of them were soon competing with each other over who could be the friendliest and most noncompetitive.
The rest of the date, and subsequent dates, went very well for my teammates. And for me too, as the Targets realized that their chances of winning were increased if I was included in the non-competition.
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I've just leaped over a few dates, so I'll mention something that happened between them. I'd be at home, minding my own business, and one of the Target Girls would arrive and tell me, "I was just passing and thought I'd pop in." In other words, most of these girls tried to weasel their way into seeing my house the easy way. Needless to say, that had to be stopped.
I requested my extended family not to let anyone into the Main House or My Wing if they didn't know they were permitted access, and that especially applied to good looking girls. That was a strange reversal of my usual attitude, proving that life can sometimes have some very unexpected twists and turns in it. When I was at home, I intercepted the girls and personally refused entry. We had an easy excuse, "It's in the middle of extensive renovations and redecorating. It's a complete mess and possibly even dangerous, so we're not letting anyone in. If you get an invitation to the house-warming party, you'll see it then." Often they asked to walk around the outside and look in the windows, but that was easily countered with, "I just said it's a mess. I'm very busy trying to un-mess part of it, which you're holding me up from, so let me escort you back to your car."
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I had considered the sexual activities of the last few Target Game dates before our honeymoon to be over the top. To my surprise, the Targets, plus a few other girls that got swept up in the hysteria, soon non-competed themselves into activities that totally eclipsed the pre-honeymoon dates. The next few Target Game dates became increasingly over the top, underneath, side by side, both ends at once, orgies. My teammates can't have been maintaining their fitness over summer, because they got worn out. One of them also had to borrow some money from me because he'd used up all his savings and didn't have enough left to buy all the rubbers he needed. I gave him some of my rubbers. I was going through them fairly steadily myself, but they'd last until OSU started and I could visit my friendly supplier.
Ignoring the people who'd been in on the Target Game plan from day one - me, My Girls, and my four teammates - there were about a dozen and a half other girls who came on the post-honeymoon Target Game dates. Eight of them were Targets. We'd started with eighteen of them originally, and could've had more because there was no shortage of bitchy candidates [especially as our school had an aggressive culture]. The number of active Targets had dropped to eight either because they'd chosen to drop out, or we'd chosen to drop them out.
The other girls that came on these dates were down to about ten now, although it varied from date to date. These are the girls who had originally been invited as camouflage. There'd been quite a few of them at the beginning, and their number had also decreased over time. The Targets had never suspected they were being set up, so using other girls as camouflage had worked well.
Many of the camouflage girls were girls that I wanted to spend time with, such as Abigail, and over the first several Target Game dates I got to know them better. As the dates got increasingly sexy, there were some girls I didn't want to get sucked into behaving the way we wanted the Targets to behave. To keep them safe, some I eased off the invite list, others - that Julia and I trusted - we sounded out on their attitude to the Bitches. If they had the right attitude, they were let in on some of the Target Game's plan. Some of them proved to be very helpful, by pretending to have sex with my teammates, or even easier for them, pretending they'd had sex with one or more of them "yesterday" (i.e., at some other time).
The Targets hadn't started having sex with my teammates because they hadn't had any motive to do so, but as soon as they learned that they had to compete for an invite to my home, which equaled staying in my social circle (Julia made sure that point was very clear), the Target Girls were very quick to think of sex. The 'fact' (cough, cough) that the other girls had apparently recently started having sex with my teammates made it even easier for the Targets to do so. Peer pressure is a wonderful thing.
The camouflage girls who hadn't been told about the plan, were repeatedly invited on these dates because we wanted to keep the numbers fairly high to make the Targets compete harder, and because they helped maintain the sexy tone. We couldn't invite new girls because they'd be shocked at the amount of sex that went on, which could damage the atmosphere. The camouflage girls that we hadn't let in on the plan, or hadn't uninvited, were girls we felt no desire to protect. If they chose to behave sexually, none of us were going to stop them. That wasn't such an obvious no-brainer as it seems, as sooner or later the truth of these dates was going to be revealed, and that would socially hurt the girls that'd fallen for it, so we only chose to let girls we didn't like participate. Some of them started acting as we wanted the Targets to act (we called them "Semi-Targets"). None of us objected to that, especially not my teammates. It worked out well, because where the Semi-Targets led, the Targets quickly tried to get ahead of them.
When the post-honeymoon dates started getting orgy-ish, not all of the girls had wanted to join in. Naturally all of us pretended to be very mature and unconcerned. We reassured them, "You know us; we'd NEVER pressure you into doing anything you're uncomfortable about. And, quite frankly, we don't care whether you have sex with everyone, anyone or no one at all. Sex like this is fun between friends, but not fun if you don't want it. It doesn't matter whether you join in or not as there's plenty of sex going on anyway, so your absence wouldn't make any difference, blah, blah..." (you know how it goes).
There were several girls that didn't participate in the open orgy (the camouflage girls who were now in on the plan for example, although some of them were happy to have sex with me, and/or pretend to have sex with the other guys, and sometimes with other girls too). We were fine with that. Enough of the girls were having sex, and the number was likely to keep increasing. We had more than enough participants to consider the Game a success. Certainly my four teammates considered it a FANTASTIC success, even if 'only' half the girls were having sex with them. By the end of these dates, the guys couldn't have got a hard-on if their lives depended on it. They were DRAINED.
Savannah and Adriana were still active Targets. I'd done my best to ensure that by encouraging them. I wanted Savannah to stay in just because she and I had metaphorically banged heads a few times, and I would enjoy finally beating her at something similar to her own game. I wanted Adriana to stay in because she was one of the top Bitches, would no doubt be a Queen Bitch when she was a senior shortly, and because she'd been so good at fooling me. She'd played me for a fool, and I wanted revenge for that.
It was easy keeping Savannah in the group. She was hooked by my encouragement, and by Carol's sub-game which was meant to give Savannah preferential access to me, once she proved herself with Carol. Savannah truly did sometimes get special treatment, like her very early ride in my new car. That sort of thing encouraged her to believe she had a hope with me.
Adriana was also easy to lead on, by my pretending to fall for her tricks. She saw that she was having more success with me than the other girls were. It was relatively easy to arrange for all of the Target Girls to get the impression that I favored them over the others, and I made sure I did a particularly good job of that with Adriana.
Both Adriana and Savannah easily became sexual; they were actually eager to. The trouble was that they both thought they deserved the best, so it was me that they wanted to have sex with, not my teammates. Anyone other than the best was obviously beneath these girls' dignities. I couldn't have sex with girls who weren't having sex with my teammates, because then every girl would come running for me. So I turned Savannah and Adriana down flat. "No thanks. I'm not horny, I had sex with Julia and Ava just before we came here." I told the other girls who came directly to me the same thing too.
Later I must've gotten into the mood, because I called out to one of the girls currently impaled on a teammate's cock, "Willow, when you've finished with Logan, would you like a go with me?" Apparently she must've been just on the point of finishing with Logan, because she was at my side in seconds. Of course Savannah, Adriana and others lined up hopefully, but I told them, "I just want Willow thanks. I've decided that I like her attitude." A while later I exclaimed, "Bailey! Are you lining up for your fourth soccer player? What a girl! You know, I play soccer too. Will I do?" It was beneath their dignities, but eventually even Savannah and Adriana got the idea.
With some of the girls, those that I particularly didn't like, when I'd finished having sex with them I'd say something like (to quote from an example with Savannah), "Thanks for the rare honor, Savannah."
"What do you mean?"
"Your having sex with me. It's pretty obvious that you haven't had sex very much before, so you've done me quite a compliment."
"Why do you say that?"
"I'm sure you've had plenty of other choices. That you chose me is a compliment to me."
"No. I mean why do you say I haven't had much sex before?"
"Oh that. Just because you were obviously inexperienced. You don't know what guys like and don't move well. If you'd had much experience you'd have been better at it. It's a pity actually, because I was looking forward to having sex with you quite often, but I think I'd rather wait until you're better. Try to get my teammates to give you pointers, and I'll try to remember to ask them how much you've improved."
I couldn't say the same stuff to each girl that I disliked, so I had to vary it, but there were only three and a half of these girls (the last one wasn't too bad), so it wasn't hard to find four variations on the theme. It was hard to stop laughing at the expressions on their faces though.
I was prepared to suggest it, but the girls very cleverly worked out two things for themselves. First, that a dozen girls all wanting a turn on each guy didn't work too well as the poor guys got too tired (although it was hard to be sympathetic). The obvious solution was to see the guys outside of these dates. I encouraged it, and very soon my teammates were swapping phone numbers frantically (while still trying very hard to appear mature).
The second idea was first mentioned by Kelly, one of the Semi-Targets (they were often quicker than the Targets). Kelly had the idea that there are more than five people on a soccer team, so maybe the other team members were my friends too, even though they didn't come to these dates. She asked me about that quietly, hoping no one else heard.
I replied in a fairly normal tone (there was a lot of other noise going on, so I couldn't whisper or she wouldn't hear me), "They certainly are my friends. Just as much as these guys are. The only reason they don't come on these dates is because they've got girlfriends. Whether they're serious girlfriends or only short-term ones I don't know, but they and their dates will all be invited to my house-warming party. It'd be perfectly fine if one of them invited you as his date. Do you want their names and numbers?"
"Yes please."
"Now that I think of it, Max would be a good first choice. I think he broke up with his girlfriend recently. I should call him to ask if he's definitely free or is still trying to get back together with her."
-- I looked up at Julia, yelling loudly at her, "JULIA, can I borrow your phone please? I want to give Kelly my phone so she can copy the phone numbers of the other guys on my team, but I want to call Max as well." Almost every female head had swiveled around to look at me. Not quite all of them, but only because two were too busy, although one of those two seemed very good at splitting her attention during a fuck.
Kelly groaned. I cheered her up a little though. As my reward for her being the first to raise this possibility, after I called Max to check that he didn't mind helping out his teammates who couldn't keep up with the amount of sex they were being offered, I specifically recommended Kelly to him, then passed Julia's phone to her so they could make a date. I made sure to praise her loudly and clearly for including my other teammates. Kelly made a date with Max for later that afternoon.
I got the attention of all the girls, including the one that wasn't a good multi-tasker, "Kelly had the very good idea of contacting the rest of my soccer team. That was very smart and VERY considerate, so I'm very impressed by her. Other than the guys that've graduated now, and aren't considered on the team anymore, all the others will be invited to my house-warming party, and it was great that Kelly thought to call them. The only reason they don't come on these dates is because when these dates started they had girlfriends, because soccer players are VERY cool guys..."
"And you're the coolest." | "Yeah, they're great. I'm glad I know so many soccer players."
" ... I don't know how many of them still do, so what I'll do is call each of them now, and if he's agreeable to having sex with any of you, I'll give all of you his number to put into your phones. I can give you Max's now, because I just finished checking with him and he's got a date with Kelly already."
I recited Max's number, with the Targets and Semi-Targets faithfully recording it.
Then I phoned each of my remaining team members. All the calls went much the same. "I've got several very nice girls who enjoy being friendly with my best friends. Because you're in my soccer team, that includes you. These are very nice girls, and VERY friendly girls, and several of them want to call my teammates for dates and sex..."
I usually had to pause there, to let whoever I was talking to express his disbelief. And after I'd assured him it was true, I had to pause while he recovered from the shock. After which I said, "I'm mostly calling to see whether you have a girlfriend or not. If you have a girlfriend, you should opt out of this. If I give out your number, you're going to have about a dozen girls calling you at all hours for dates and sex, and that's the sort of thing that most girlfriends tend to notice. Do you want me to give out your number?"
Then I usually had to say, "Yes, I am serious. I don't have time to play twenty questions with you. Do you want lots of lovely girls calling you for dates and sex?"
That was usually followed by, "Yes, they ARE lovely. I won't mention names in case you don't want to participate, but I promise you - on my honor as a soccer player - that they're all VERY lovely."
More often than not, because soccer players are cool guys, the guy I was talking to had a girlfriend and wanted to know if we could somehow make this work on the quiet (I said they were "cool", not "moral" or "smart"). The answer to that line of inquiry was, "There are a dozen girls who're going go be chasing ten players. They're not going to remember any individual player's requests about when or when not to call. It's going to be random chaos. If you've got a girlfriend now, she'll be gone in two days if I give out your number. Is she a good enough girlfriend that you prefer to keep her over having sex with a dozen hot girls?"
Let's just say that I ended up giving the girls quite a few numbers. I should've been embarrassed to be a guy, but I definitely didn't want to be the alternative because then I'd have to date guys. Guys are the PITS, and so lacking in loyalty. Only one guy, Chris, remained staunch.
[The smarter guys agreed to have their number given out, then waited to see if they got phone calls before breaking up with their girlfriends. When they got the calls, and ESPECIALLY when the girls said who they were - remember they were all A-listers or very close to it - then their girlfriends very quickly became ancient and forgotten history.]
Even though I'd talked out loud as if it was a fact, I still got called on it, and had to do a little bit of fancy footwork to justify why the other team members should all be given sex from all the girls, rather than one girl finding one guy and being his girlfriend. It was relatively easy. I had a couple of minor points, but the killer point was, "By all means try to hook up with one guy if you want. He can invite whoever he wants as his girlfriend, so you might succeed. You'll have to be a VERY good girlfriend though, because the rest of the girls here are still going to be calling him frequently offering sex. There's no reason for them not to, because the friendlier they are to all my teammates, the better their chance of being invited."
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