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Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 23 KC rsquo s Art Shopping With Big Money

Mark Melanie rushed into my home office about nine o’clock. I was wading through a pile of papers addressing our consumer electronics business and how we could improve market share in our five major markets. Tom had given me some ideas, and I was evaluating them. “Mark,” she almost screamed, “you’ve got to see these.” She waved her cellphone around. “Well, show me. Slow down.” “Elsa and I just got back from KC’s gallery. She has about ten of her paintings on display, and they’re all...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 25 Meeting The Danish Mistress Martial Arts Practice

Mark Saturday about noon, the helicopter we’d used the prior day landed at the helipad near the house. Elsa ran out to meet it, reflexively ducking down as she neared the beast while the blades were turning. She was smartly dressed in sport clothes and jeweled flip-flops. She got inside, and the bird took off again. The helicopter moved out to sea and then passed overhead at a much higher altitude as it headed towards the airport. About an hour later, I heard the fup-fup-fup of the...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 26 Mexico Sex Toys Boating

Mark I caught Lucas alone a few moments later. I told him, “If you and any of the girls ever want to enjoy one another, please go ahead. No foul. No harm. Quite the opposite, in fact. I know Elsa and Cindy especially have hopes of being with you.” I pointed at the two of my girlfriends who were walking up the steps ahead of us peeling their clothes off and shaking sand out of their hair. Lucas just nodded that he’d heard me; otherwise he was stoic, as usual. Cindy and Elsa rinsed off in the...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 27 Sailing Sex and Seductions

Mark Marcia was pleasant company for our sail. She knew small boats, but couldn’t get us to keep up with Elsa and Lucas. She said it had something to do with drag coefficients, the length of the waterline, and the type and angle of the dagger board we were using in place of a permanent keel. I knew that Marcia and I felt a sexual resonance with each other. She’d seen me making love to each of the other women over the course of the past few months. There was no secret that I wasn’t...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 28 More Love Rings A Completed Seduction

Mark Our entire entourage went to dinner at another family-run authentic Mexican restaurant that was off the beaten track. Lucas and Marcia had found the place by talking to the local bodyguards they’d hired to add to the security staff that traveled with us. I orchestrated the seating so that KC and Brita were sitting next to me, and so that Margo was across the table from me. Since I often sat the table, no one thought much about it. The others were spread out on both sides and ends of a...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 29 Morning After Urban Survival Matchmaking

Mark Brita, KC, and I were up early. We went to the kitchen and started to make a large buffet breakfast for everyone. By some magic, the house larder and refrigerator were restocked everyday. KC cooked up about ten packages of bacon. I used four-dozen eggs, along with spices, shredded cheese, spices, and cream, to make scrambled eggs a la Worthington. Brita was doing both regular toast and French toast. KC also produced two huge bowls of mixed fruit and set the large dining room table for...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 30 Loving a Bodyguard Security Drills

“Mark, I was hoping you and I could take a walk down the beach.” Marcia’s invitation was not unexpected, although I had geared myself up to fuck on the small sailboat. Doing something on the beach would be better – certainly more stable. “I’d be more than delighted. You excite me, and I’d love to spend time with you.” Marcia and I walked down the wide terraced stairs to the beach. Once there, she paused and looked at me. Marcia then removed her clothing to be as naked as I was. I couldn’t...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 31 Mile High Club Prepping For Vegas Trip

Mark There is some kind of mystique about the Mile High Club. To become an ‘official’ member, you need to fuck somebody in an airplane. I was a member. Elsa, Cindy, Sheila, and Melanie were members. The rest of the vacationers riding home on my custom 737 from Puerto Vallarta were not members when they got on the plane. Carter started things once we at altitude by raising the subject with KC – who also was not a member. The two of them decided that would be a fun thing to do. My large...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 32 Breaking Out In Vegas

Mark I traveled to the west coast for two nights, heading for Los Angeles area instead of San Jose where Tom was engrossed in the nanotechnology project. He was doing fine, I trusted my new friend, and there was no need to have him think I was checking up on him. This trip I took Melanie with me for several reasons. The business reasons dealt with the fact that some of the ideas she’d come up with in Mexico had me rethinking how we’d organized and staffed the home goods manufacturing...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 33 Girl Power In The Boardroom and Bedroom

Mark Melanie had been around so many of my senior staff that she wasn’t the least intimidated by the room full of high powered executives at our plant in San Diego. Unfortunately, she was the only woman – a situation I’d have to remedy. I called the meeting to order and then introduced Melanie. A few of the men knew her as my secretary or assistant, but not much else. I preferred the term executive assistant. I explained as how we had been ‘traveling’ the week before and that Melanie had...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 36 Hoax Aftermath A New Pam in Vegas

Mark We were unsure about how to treat the threat of the dummy pipe bomb. Was it a warning that a real bomb might appear in some way? Was it a bad joke? What was the message? Was it one deranged mind or some kind of group effort? Was it random or targeted specifically at me? Cindy insisted that we go out to dinner as we’d planned to do. We took the limousine with lead and following armored war wagons full of armed security. Cindy carried her Glock 30 in her shoulder holster. Melanie had her...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 37 Office Sex Security Training Sexy Massage

Mark Elsa arrived home from Las Vegas Saturday afternoon. She wasn’t sure whether the Las Vegas building department would issue the required permits to start the condominium her architectural firm had designed for the developer, but Sean and she had answered all of the questions and addressed all of the concerns the city had up to that point. Elsa amused and aroused us over dinner on Saturday evening telling us about Sean and Pam, and how they’d gone on a crash course to redefine their...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 38 Two More Incidents Pam Parties A Drone

Mark I was blind. I couldn’t see a thing, but I sure could smell and taste the pussy that had nestled onto my face and that was rocking back and forth to achieve maximum stimulation. I didn’t mind in the least, and to the contrary I’d become high aroused all over again. Elsa’s muscular legs supported some of her weight, but she wanted the hard contact of my tongue on her clit and searching out the inner reaches of her vagina so she pushed into my lower face often and with accompanying sounds...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 39 Stalker Strikes Again Pam Has The Experience

Mark I stood in my study with Lucas, Elsa, Cindy, Sheila, and Don. Elsa spoke. “I think it videoed Don and me making love. James and Sheila were on the patio too. We could also see inside into the living room; there were two couples in there too. Everyone else was either in a bedroom or the TV room.” Cindy asked, “Newspapers? Paparazzi?” Lucas shook his head. “I doubt it. The penalties for collecting news and gossip this way on individuals, even celebrities, is fraught with legal problems...

Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 40 Mark and KC in Europe Revelations at Work

Mark The girls were constantly on the verge of tears when I got home the next day. Elsa had called and told me about the ‘present’ from our supposed stalker. The police and our security team agreed that the box delivered at the club was a message: we believed I was the dead rat, and the five dead white mice were Elsa, Cindy, Melanie, Sheila, and KC. Beyond that, everything else was speculation. The police thoroughly interrogated the waiter who had brought me the box. He was innocent, and...

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