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Giselle tipped the taxi driver generously despite his insistence that she need not pay. Her cheeks were flushed red. She should have googled it at least. Scotia Square, and thus Kirk’s office, was across the street from her hotel.
Her fifteen hundred dollar heels clicked on the tile floor of the small shopping center on the first floor. Her wide sunglasses imperiously dismissed the patrons of the food court as she followed the signage to the elevators.
“What floor?” A well dressed redheaded woman was riding up from the lower floor. She looked Giselle up and down with catty calculus. Giselle ignored her. The woman was approaching forty and Giselle was 28. Despite how well the older woman had aged, and she was striking, there was no competition between them.
“Sept. Desole, seven.” Giselle said.
“Already pressed.” The redhead declared a victory. The two ignored each other as they rode up. The redhead cut in front of Giselle so that she would be the first one off and onto the floor. Giselle waited and stepped out. The redhead knew where she was going. Giselle needed to check the room numbers before she turned and reached the door the redhead let swing in Giselle’s face.
“Bonjour!” Kirk had stopped pacing inside his rented space. It was less an office and more a small conference room. His daughter, a cute teenaged girl, drummed her fingers on the table. She could be very pretty but was a bit too tomboyish for her age.
“Bonjour.” Giselle grinned. She pushed her sunglasses up into her black hair and smiled. They were prescription and she’d need to switch to her regular glasses in her purse in a moment. “You look well.”
“Thank you.” Kirk bobbed his head. He beamed.
“This is my daughter, Frieda.” He gestured first to the brunette. “And my future wife, Valentina.”
“Just Val is fine.” The redhead’s effected politeness was paper thin.
“Of course, girls, this is Giselle. She’s Monsieur le Carre’s proxy.” He bobbed.
“It is a pleasure to meet you both.” Giselle smiled.
“Hi.” Frieda said. She was laser focused in on her phone.
“Oh, the coins!” Kirk erupted. “Our, um, our seller is due to arrive this afternoon, but we do have one of the pieces here.”
“We do?” Frieda perked up.
“Yes, of course.” Kirk said. “Here.”
He jogged across the room to a briefcase that sat on the edge of the table.
“I’m going to get some refreshments.” Val said. “Coffee for everyone.”
“Merci.” Giselle agreed.
“One milk, three sugars.” Frieda said.
“Double double for me, sweetheart.” Kirk said. Frieda was crowding him as he laid out the coin, with its attached receipt on the table. Val waited for Giselle to give her instructions. Giselle walked over to inspect Kirk’s coin.
“He gave this to you directly?” She asked.
“Of course!” Kirk smiled.
“This date matches your time in France.” Giselle’s fingernail tapped the card.
“Oh, I mean, to me directly? No, my daughter accepted it from him. The store, you see.”
Giselle looked over the small smiling freckled brunette. “Yes, perhaps, I do see.”
“Welcome home!” Everyone shouted as Owen walked into his apartment. He blushed and slammed the door behind him.
This was Janice’s doing. In a semi-circle, just out of arm’s reach, stood Zera, Roxxi, Tamara, Darlene, and Elizabeth. Other than ear, eyebrow, and navel piercings, they were all naked. Janice knocked on the door.
“Rude!” The green haired cousin of Owen said. She rubbed her nose as if his door slamming had caught her. “Hey girls.”
They were naked, arranged, and waiting. Confident and displayed were different. Elizabeth had her ankles crossed and one knee in front of the other. Her left arm covered her nipples and her right hand covered her face. Tamara shivered. Her hands were laid flat on her ass, crossed behind the small of her back. Her eyes were shut tight. Darlene had her cheeks puffed up and her eyes burned with non-sexual unhappy passion. Zera stood relaxed. She made the drumming fingers over her pussy look aloof and distracted rather than defensive. Roxxi lifted her hair and posed her petite body for Owen. She beamed around her braces. She blushed, at least her neck and chest did, as her face had on too much makeup to let the color through.
Owen looked down the hall and shut the door.
“Roxxi’s the only one left you haven’t fucked.” Janice explained. “But this is your orgy on demand.”
“Not quite the only one.” Owen said thinking of Frieda.
“Right, he’s gotta bend your skanky ass over sooner or later.” Darlene scowled at Janice.
“Ha!” Janice laughed. “She’s trying to steal me from you.”
“Maybe not?” Tamara shook her head after being the subject of Janice’s accusation. Her eyelids weren’t as tight but she refused to face the room. “Maybe I don’t dislike you?”
“What?” Elizabeth said. “You mean, those sluts are here because I hate them! It is all my fault.”
“It’s your success.” Owen said. He walked over and lifted Elizabeth’s chin. She stared him in the eye. She frowned. His face did not look good. “Own it.”
“Yes, Master.” She mumbled.
“Oh, fuck off.” Zera scowled. “You don’t get off for baiting your neanderthal ex.”
“That wasn’t cool at all.” Owen agreed. “Look, look at me, Liz. I own these bodies. I didn’t mean to but I’m not going to throw anything this valuable away. You are mine.”
“That’s so romantic.” Roxxi beamed. Darlene scowled at the little punk rock groupie. It kept her from agreeing.
“You’re supposed to slay the monster to get the girl.” Elizabeth said snapping her eyes at Roxxi.
“I’m a lover not a slayer.” Owen laughed at his own joke. “But I don’t care for tossing gasoline on the fire. Who has to be anywhere today?”
“I’ve got work at 5.” Elizabeth said.
“I should get some studying in.” Zera agreed.
“I got Roxxi hired at the cafe.” Janice said. “I have to train her later this afternoon.”
Tamara and Darlene waited silently. He looked over them all. He took out his phone and looked at the time. Quarter to 11 in the morning.
“Cool, I keep the waitresses then.” He said, “Janice, do you mind--”
“You going to talk to the pawn guy?” Janice asked. “I mean you are keeping the coins, not selling them now.”
“That’s true.” Owen said. “Hmm ... You know, I’m going to go. But, that’s at 2 right? At least you know you won’t miss work, right Liz?”
“Right.” She said. “Am I staying with you? Moving in here? I still live with my boyfriend.”
“Shit.” He said. “Let’s leave that for a few days. Tamara’s ... Darlene maybe ... No, I guess Janice for the tits. You should be able to borrow clothes if you need it.” He drummed his thigh. “Janice, I’m going to give you a few hundred bucks. I need you to fill mine and your showers with whatever hygiene stuff these girls need.”
“Oh! Shopping trip!” Janice grinned.
“Maybe I should do it?” Tamara said. “I mean, you wanted them and they’ve got their things this afternoon.” Tamara had gestured first to the waitress and second to the others.
“Thank you.” Owen grabbed Tamara’s hands and pulled her in for a kiss. All of the women, save for Janice, stared daggers at Tamara. “This has been a hell of a welcome, but I suppose we should get some clothes on now, huh?”
Elizabeth and Darlene remained naked. Elizabeth knelt and lowered her eyes out of embarrassment. Darlene knelt and lowered her eyes because Owen had liked Elizabeth’s supplication and demanded the brunette mirror the blonde.
Owen looked like hell. His right eye was swollen and blackened. His jaw was purple with bruise. His cast added to the mess. He smiled, at an angle, because his face was sore.
He ran his hand through the girls soft hair. His erection floated unseen near their lowered gazes. He grinned.
“Have you girls ever done this before?” He asked.
“No.” Elizabeth said.
“Not sober.” Darlene admitted. “And not with someone hotter than me.”
“I’m not hotter than you.” Elizabeth said.
“You’re both hot.” Owen said. “Together then.”
He rolled his fingers down their jaws. He pushed both faces up. They were beautiful and soft. Elizabeth’s breasts were smaller than Darlene’s. Darlene’s ass was smaller than Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth’s blue eyes avoided Darlene’s brown eyes. Darlene’s hands took their place before Elizabeth’s could.
“Together.” Owen demanded again.
Elizabeth hated the sound of glee in his voice. She leaned forward to bring her mouth to Owen’s cock. Her cheek brushed up against Darlene’s and they both retreated as if from a hot stove.
“You’re going to be doing much more than giving a blowjob together.” Owen said.
“I’m not gay. You have lesbians for that!” Elizabeth flinched.
He laughed excitedly. “I do!” He chuckled.
“Better we do it together than he calls in them, right?” Darlene asked. “Most of the time I like you.”
“Most of the time.” Elizabeth agreed. “Alright.”
Elizabeth took a long breath. Darlene went in quickly. Darlene’s noisy suck shocked Elizabeth back again. Owen grabbed her hair.
“Together.” He demanded. “That’s an order.”
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