Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Thursday morning Patti and I were at the college at 7. I had an 8 AM meeting with the board to finalize the budget. They wanted to expand our armed security for our sports team trips to cover more trips next year. There had been several problems at other colleges with gangs attacking busses carrying out of the area athletes to the local college events. One bus had been boarded with thugs carrying iron pipes and baseball bats. The board didn’t want people killed but they also did not want our students to be left defenseless in that kind of situation.

I made it quite clear to the board that use of firearms would be the last line of defense. All my security people, including those not carrying firearms, would receive an annual training module in their use and alternative methods of defense including mace, advanced pepper spray, and tazers. Those carrying guns would have to pass the ‘shoot don’t shoot’ course with a 95% score or better. They would qualify every year on the range or loose carrying privileges. The board wanted at least three security members on every bus, and two of those armed.

“All I need is the extra funding to hire qualified personal and time for them to complete the required training,” I stated to the board. They were satisfied and approved the funding. I was going to need 10 more part-time people who liked to travel with a bus load of kids.

I also thought this might be the perfect time to develop a training module that could be used for the KCC and the Frost Borough force if we got the contract. At KCC I had an older group of part time employees. A physical fitness and associated weight standards was going to be hard to implement although I could enforce some standards on my people that were going to carry weapons.

At Frost Borough the plan was to simply hire a completely new force. The current security force would not be carried over. If Courtney was still interested I intended to have her help write the rules, policy and standards for the group.

With the meeting over I stopped by the office before heading home to board the jet to Atlanta with Jenny, Lorrie, Vicky and Kate along with the Homer dummies. We were to do an afternoon and an evening seminar. Then we were to fly to New Orleans to do a Friday morning and a noon seminar and then return to the Island, hopefully by 6 or 7.

Sarah, Corry and Roseanne were waiting for me. Corry said, “Roseanne and I have found the guys we are going to spend the rest of the college year with. They are very nice to us. Roseanne and I have been on several double dates. We have been somewhat intimate with them. Both are well endowed and we want to please them orally. With my reputation Brad expects it and I have to admit I do enjoy playing and sucking his cock at my own pace. Roseanne and Dennis have watched Brad and me and she also wants to please Dennis that way. We need help, we just can’t do it deep and we have tried everything.”

“Do you want Brad and Dennis there as subjects to train on?” I asked, “Or are you just going to try to surprise them when you think you have learned enough?”

“We want them there to train on. That is the only way to be sure we can do it. We have talked with them and they have agreed,” Corry said. “The four of us have spent a lot of time together as friends in the last few weeks and had long talks and good discussions about assumptions and expectations. We have watched each other – that was cool.”

I looked at Roseanne and said, “Corry has done all the talking. Is this what you want, are you and Dennis sure this is what you both want? Doing something like this will sometimes destroy a relationship in all but the most open, personally confident and close matched couples.”

Roseanne, her face red from blushing, said, “Yes, Dennis and I both want to try. Corry did all the talking because I asked her to. She is more comfortable talking about sex and doing sexual things than I am, that is why I have had so much trouble keeping boyfriends. I can get them interested but when it comes time to perform I tense up and chicken out. I just cannot relax. Corry has helped with that”

“We are leaving in a few hours to go south and do four seminars and wont’ be back until late Friday afternoon. For obvious reasons we will not do this here. Be at 1001 Summers Road at 7 Friday evening. You and your boy friends need a very open mind and be willing to follow instructions, no matter how off the wall they seem. Patti or Sarah can give you directions if you need them,” I said.

I went to the gym office to meet the rest of my crew for this week’s seminar. It was the same as last weeks, Jenny, Lorrie, Vicky, Kate and Ching Lee. Kate was going to meet us at the airport. Her husband was back from one of his trips and she wanted to show him the jet she was flying out on. She was like a little kid full of excitement about flying.

I called all my mates into Lorrie’s office and told them about the setup for Friday. They were amazed that Roseanne would make that kind of request and could not believe that she and Corry had developed such a close friendship. They were complete opposites on the social scale. I asked Marcy to make sure that the North six were here Friday night, explaining that they had been in training and therefore could demonstrate how to deep throat. Of course they all wanted to watch but realized that it could complicate things.

I reminded Marcy that the furniture store was to deliver the bedroom furniture for the six new rooms late this afternoon and set it up. I asked if they could check it out before they signed the delivery slip and please make up the beds if they had time.

We boarded the plane and flew to Atlanta. We had the time to scope out the auto rental sites as had become standard practice whenever we were at an airport. The seminars there went smooth the, evening one ran very long by several hours. There were so many questions and many students had personal questions that they wanted answers to. We did our best to answer every one and help everyone that wanted individual training on the Homer dummies.

It was after midnight when we settled into our hotel rooms in New Orleans. The first program was at 8:30 so we were going to have a short night. Breakfast and setup for the program would take a couple hours at least.

The first program moved fast. There were questions and opinions but not a lot of them. The second program seemed to drag on forever. There were endless questions and one on one training with the dummies. We did take the time to check out rental sites at the regional airport. In my opinion there were rental site possibilities at both places. It made me wonder how many more potential sites could be waiting to be found. That was why we had assigned Randy that job.

It was 6:00 when we landed at the Island airport. I had an hour to eat and get cleaned up for the session with Roseanne, Corry, Dennis and Brad plus explain what was going to happen to the North 6.

I told them they were going to demonstrate their skills tonight but did not tell them there would males there. As slaves they needed to follow instructions and not be influenced by distractions of any kind. This would be their first real test.

Edit by Alfmeister

The flight to Dallas was uneventful. The memories of the night before were spine tingling. I wondered how the voyeurism episode would affect the girls. It didn’t take long for it to come up in the conversation. It was the first time for them and they were still giddy about it. They couldn’t believe that it added so many thrills to the sex experience. For them it was a new kind of kink.

The two back to back seminars went smoother than I expected they would. The flight home was peaceful, maybe because we were so tired.

It was hard to believe so much would happen in the two days we were gone. Charlotte needed more cars already as did Richmond and Charlestown, WV and Marcy also needed cars for the Naples site. We had planned on replacing 200 this year and now we were looking at an additional fifty just to shore up the sites with improving sales, and this was in less than three weeks!

It’s funny what a change in management does to a business, especially when it had been run on cruise control with little actual over-site for over six months, the whole operation had just gotten sloppy.

Managers called other managers to see if anyone knew the new owners and to ask what was going to happen. They wanted to know if there was any truth to the e-mail that site inspections were going to happen, and how soon. They did make routine calls to each other to follow effective sales patterns and to make sure they were not out of the loop on things that worked. It was sort of a manager’s insiders club.

The word quickly spread that bosses showed up at Baltimore on the very first day and took cars based on sales and reservations. Then they showed up at Charlotte with a brief case with fill in the blank pink slips. They were putting up with no bull.

Jack was from the respected old school group and the word went out that the new people had their act together. Managers were shown the door and people were being promoted and hired on the spot. Get your site in order and keep it that way or else became the new hush phrase.

They also learned that they could call and talk to a real person and get answers to questions today, not in weeks. Money was again being spent on advertizing. The 20% reduction in the rental numbers had changed directions and was showing a slow but gradual improvement in just a few days.

Marcy’s meeting Wednesday night was a barn burner. A NASCAR team owner that Jack was friends with had approached Jack about renting 30 vehicles, including tractor trailers, for 10 months and replacing the cars and pickups with new ones the next season on an extended contract. The cars and pickups had to be Chevrolets. We knew nothing about renting tractor trailers and specialized equipment but Marcy was going to find out.

The Mom’s and Dad’s were back from Naples and gave us a complete rundown on the houses and the potential airport site. Both Mom’s were very tan. Much to their dismay Dad let the cat out of the bag that it was a total tan. There was a bathing suits optional beach in a private cove. Mom and Lisa did tell us how much fun they had and how much shopping one could do in just a few miles.

Jason and my Dad raved about the charter fishing trips out into the Gulf and the surf fishing. I knew they would be willing to make as many trips there as was needed. Jason was talking more about retirement and dropping hints he may be interested in helping us part time. Jenny was keeping him up to date on the Frost Borough bids. Jason and the judge had bought the hunting-ski cabin. I guessed that goose and deer hunting on the shore, then elk and bear hunting season at Frost Borough, then when it got too cold Florida and fishing looked good. Those recreational activities were things that could be added to the web site, maybe even a list of those with proven results.

Ching Lee filled us in on the advertizing for the vacation rentals, it had started running in the selected areas on Monday. The web site had 10,000 hits the first day and they weren’t just open and close it, many had browsed all the pictures of the houses. They were a combination of the pictures from the realtors and from those the Dads had taken when they were doing our inspection. They looked at dates of availability and the optional perks.

Ginger, Ching Lee’s secretary and assistant had taken dozens of calls and even had a few lock in dates by credit cards for the complete package, round trip flight, and two week rentals with car. Ching Lee and Lorrie shared Ginger as a secretary. We were going to have just 3 weeks after the closing on the houses and the car rental site to get everything ready for the first rentals.

That also added two more things that needed to be taken care of when we were in Naples next week. We needed to contract a maintenance group for any emergency repairs and a Merry Maid group to thoroughly clean the houses between rentals. I knew we were going to be spending several days there and not just the one as we had initially thought.

Marcy slid a newspaper article to me and asked, “Is this going to be a potential problem for us in the future?” The head line read: “Men’s Group asks for injunction against City’s Free Self Defense Training for Women and Girls as part of Sexual Assault Prevention Month for being Discriminatory.”

Jenny and I both read the article and dismissed it as another California group wanting free media time. The colleges were covered under a lot of different rules and students could be directed to different events as part of their studies or safety. When we converted over to the paid seminars as part of the gym offering they would still be held at colleges under the same conditions.

The lawyer that Jenny had hired had sent a FedEx packet of legal papers for us to sign. We slid them around the table and signed on the designated lines. They would be faxed back tonight with the originals FedExed tomorrow with same day delivery. As soon as they were filed we were legally in business in Florida.

We gave Marcy the go ahead to buy 50 more cars, 20 to initially go to Naples and later moved around if all were not needed there and the other 30 split among Charlotte, Richmond and Charlestown WV. I suggested that we get the 20 for Naples delivered there if possible a few days before we were to open.

The North 6 had completed their homework with Lisa by the time we had finished the meeting. I stopped them and told them we were going over to the basement for another session for a while then they could come back to work out. We did the same as the other night. They stripped and prepared themselves then I had them watch while I cleaned and sanitized the dildos. I explained the process and why I did the things certain ways. Tonight I cleaned both the 6 and 7 inch ones.

We had several 8 inch dildos but in real life there were very few 8 inch cocks out there and I saw no need to try to train them to throat one. A rubber dildo was just not forgiving in the throat that deep. If you could throat a 7” dildo without gagging you could easily take an 8 or 9 inch real cock if you ever ran into one. No matter how hard the hard-on was the hard-on was still soft enough to form to the throat and let it slide deeper. If it was a fat one you were not going to throat it no matter what you did.

The thing with deep throat was to learn how to relax the muscles in the throat and let slide down without trying to gag it up, and then to work those muscles to massage the cock to completion. Practice was the only way for that to happen.

The next challenge when confronted with a big cock was getting a rhythm worked out that allowed you to breathe. You can only hold your breath so long then bad things happen. With the average cock you can breathe through your nose even when your nose is in the hair. With a long cock’s depth that part of the wind pipe is blocked.

They started with the 6 and as soon as they mastered it I gave them the seven to try. Becky again had no trouble taking the 7 to the balls. She was indeed a natural cock sucker. The next time I was going to clean an 8 and let her try just for the heck of it.

I moved in front of her and we eyed each other as we worked the dildos in our throat and found our breathing rhythm. I was always fascinated watching someone’s throat rise and fall with the dildo. I had been at orgies in my younger days and had been in the right position to watch girls try to swallow the big one. With the right amount of booze or drugs there are some girls that will try the impossible and most despicable things at least once.

I put the balls on my chin and reached out with both hands and tweaked both of Becky’s nipples until I had to breathe. Then I pulled the dildo out and took a couple of breaths and repeated the process. Then it hit me; they were both suction cup! I took hers and mine, wet the suction cup and squished them together.

The plan is we alternate. We both take it deep, then I will bite on mine and pull it out so you and breathe. Then you take it deep and bite and pull it out enough so I can breathe, if we get the motion right we can play with both our hands. It took a dozen attempts to get it right. They only needed to be pulled out of our throat about 3 inches to breathe; once we had that figured out it was a breeze. We worked each others nipples and kept the other hand on opposite clits and stared in each others eyes. Just as we were about to cum our actions got all jerky. I noticed her eyes tearing up and realized mine were too.

Suddenly Becky’s eyes went big and then clinched tight and she flooded my hand that was at her pussy and clit with her orgasm, that set mine over the top too. One last pinch to her nipple and I used the hand around her neck to pull us together, hold both dildos deep in our throats and held us there while my other hand went crazy on her clit. Becky did the same to my clit and we stared into each others eyes as we came again.

I watched her eyes dilate, and then start to turn black. I knew mine were too because my vision was getting blurry. I pushed back and removed the dildo so we could breathe and pulled her into a hug that I held until we were breathing normally. I kissed her hard with plenty of tongue action while I worked her breast.

I pushed her back onto the mat and turned into a 69 with me on top. With her legs back under my arms I feasted on her cum while she did the same to me until we were satisfied and exhausted.

From the smiles and puddles on the mats and floor everyone had came several times. We showered and I washed her twice and myself. Showered and dressed all of us went upstairs for crushed ice before we went back over to the gym after putting all the dildos in a bucket of solution to sanitize them.

We worked out lightly; we were too exhausted for much of anything else.

Edit by Alfmeister

Monday morning we were waiting on Kate to arrive before going to the Island airport. The dummies and our bags had already been loaded on the King Air. The G5 was on its way to Naples Fl. to pick up our working/vacationing parents. Dad had called Sunday night to see if there were any more houses we wanted checked out. I could tell they were disappointed when I said, “no.” I did tell them they could stay another week and could fly back with us on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week when we finished buying and leasing everything. They decided they had better come home and work a week. But he did offer to go back and help change the locks on all the houses.

Kate came in at 6:30 and by 6:45 we were airborne. Oklahoma City was 4 hours in the King Air. The crew for this week’s seminar was Lorrie, Vicky, Jenny, Kate and me. The rental cars from our competition had already been reserved and so had the motel rooms on the KCC credit card. We had become spies now. Every time we went into another car rental we were checking out what kinds of cars they offered, the rates, and how they ran their operation.

We started the seminar at 1. The place was packed and it was a smooth performance by the group. We had done enough of them that we could do them by memory now. The question and answer time, though, was something else. Those Oklahoma girls were tough and they didn’t shy away from four letter words or vulgar descriptions to get their question asked. We spent 3 and a half hours answering questions, the most of any seminar we had given so far. The rebuilt Homer dummies took one hell of a beating! I was glad maintenance had rebuilt and improved them, especially with five more to go this week.

We had the night free, our flight out was to be in the morning. We decided we were going out to eat and then go to a night club. The pilots suggested we go to a place called the Stock Yard. It was a huge converted cattle auction site. It had several large steak restaurants and several Italian food chains and of course a lot of Mexican foods, also a dozen night clubs of every variety you could name – according to the pilots.

We ate at a place called the Beef Pit. The steak was enough to feed two people, it came with the biggest sweet potato I gad ever seen smothered in sugar, cinnamon and butter. The salad bar was a feast in itself with every kind of dressing and greens imaginable.

During the wait for the steaks a hostess came out and made the rounds with a plate of prairie oysters. I took a couple. I had had them before by a different name. In some areas they were known as Rocky Mountain Oysters. They were bull testicles flattened, coated in flour or batter like you would put on frying chicken and fried in a deep fryer or a pan of oil. The girls were lost in conversation about all the eye candy – both male and female – standing around. They each took a couple without really asking what they were.

I was waiting to see their faces after they ate them. They have a unique taste as does all exotic foods do. I ate mine with a little A1 steak sauce on them. Jenny copied me by using the A1 as well; she never did ask what they were. I was going to ask them tomorrow how they liked them just for fun.

After we finished eating we walked the area looking for a dance floor we felt comfortable in. We ended up in a country music club that featured local bands and groups. We listened to a few songs and enjoyed a beer. We even tried line dancing for a while. Kate watched our things while Jenny and I, Vicky and Lorrie danced a couple of dances; the girl dancing with girl kind of things. We were out on the floor when the tempo changed to slow songs. I shrugged my shoulders for the public effect then pulled Jenny close. She rested her head on my shoulder as we danced to the song and music. I noticed Vicky and Lorrie doing the same thing.

When we returned to the table Kate said with a smile, “I think you do that quite often.”

“Not often enough,” I replied.

The next place was a rock and roll joint. Since everyone dances six feet from each other we could dance in a group. We danced several dances and then moved on to the next place.

The last place we went was without question a lesbian club. There wasn’t a guy in sight. There were a lot of tough dominate broads in there sporting all kinds of get up. Leather and vinyl seemed to be the apparel of choice. There were two distinct styles of dress. The hardcore ones wore micro minis and there were obvious lips below the hem of some the skirts, they were so short. They were also pierced and heavily tattooed. Some of them were wearing collars to symbolize that they belonged to someone to keep from being hit on. They were on the arm of what I had called in the past bull dykes. The bulls had their breasts tightly wrapped to minimize them. They were loud and rough talking macho types.

The other group was the more professional office type. They were well dressed, quiet and were setting at tables in the darker areas of the bar. They could have been new to the scene or just checking the scene out. Occasionally you could see the discrete hand holding or a touch. There were also single women who were looking for a pickup at some of the tables.

Other than Kate, we fit somewhere between the two groups. We were more muscular than the bull dykes from all the time in the gym. I had not thought of it at the time but we could have been considered a threat to them. We were being eyed by several of them and their women were staring at us.

The waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink. “Diet Coke in a can or a bottle, unopened,” I said. The rest of my group picked up on my tone and ordered the same way. As soon as the waitress left I asked if they were open to a little fun.

Lorrie, Vicky and Jenny said, “Sure what did you have in mind?”

“When was the last time you did any real dirty dancing?” I asked as I was taking off my blazer.

I was met with three smiles. We went to the jukebox and started picking out songs and music and danced our way to the dance floor. We were a thousand miles from home, what a better place to let loose than here? Jenny and I met chest to chest and began rub and shake out boobs together. Then we turned to rub our asses together. I pulled her around and held her back to my front with my arms around her; I had two hands full of her breasts. While I massaged them through her blouse I was kissing her neck. Jenny was pushing back against me.

I looked to see Vicky and Lorrie doing the same things as we were. They were following our lead. Jenny and I broke apart, we needed some air as we were both getting too hot. We went back to the bump and grind for a little while.

While we were dancing face to face I winked at Jenny and unbuttoned my blouse down to my navel, she did the same with a devilish grin. We moved back together. I surprised her when I reached down and lifted our skirts and forced my leg between hers. I spread mine wide enough so I had her thigh against my pussy and mine against hers. We did movements that were basically using each others thigh to masturbate on. By pulling the opened blouse sideways a little we were tit to tit.

I had to kiss her. It was open mouth with plenty of tongue and full of passion. We stayed like that a couple more minutes before I whispered in her ear that we needed to separate and cool down a bit. Lorrie and Vicky were a little more exposed than we were. As soon as we separated they did too and straightened their clothes. We all went back to the table.

The waitress came back to bring us cold cokes and asked if we needed anything. There were two women setting together at a table off to the side. They were staring at us the whole time we were dancing and getting all touchy-feely.

“Take those two ladies another round of whatever they are drinking and put it on my tab,” I said. There were two empty glasses in front of each of them.

I put more money in the box and picked some more music. This time I danced with Lorrie. We got a little wilder, showed more skin, and we used our thighs to masturbate on again as Lorrie whispered in my ear, “I am so close to cuming.”

“We need to take a cool-down break,” I said. We separated and danced tit to tit. I whispered into Lorrie’s ear, “Let’s make our way to those two at the table that have been ogling us for the last half hour while holding hands and see if they will join us dancing.”

As we got closer I could see that one was my age and the other a couple of years younger. When we got to the table Lorrie and I separated. I approached the older one; she had a nice chest on her and a silk blouse with slacks that had a stretch waist band. She was average build, not skinny or fat but just nice and had dark black hair.

“Hi, I’m BJ – come dance with me,” I said as I took her hand. At first she resisted then said, “Sure, why not. You two look like you have been having fun.” We danced 6 inches apart with our hands on each other hips. She went from looking at my eyes to my open blouse and the cleavage that was bare. I took one hand and pulled my blouse open so she could see my complete breast.

“Do you like?” I asked. Her response was to lick her lips. I pulled the blouse from the skirt and undid the last of the buttons. I opened the blouse and moved against her. As soon as we touched I let go of the blouse and put my arms around her and slid my hands inside and down the back her slacks. I had two handfuls of firm bare cheek that I squeezed and massaged while I was using them to hold us together crotch to crotch as we ground against each other. She moaned loudly enough for Lorrie to hear because she shot me a glance and a smile as she was doing similar things with the other lady. As I moved my hands around I did notice the string of a throng.

“Of all the times I chose to wear a bra and slacks,” she whispered. I responded first by kissing her neck. “I can always slip them down and you can step out f them and place them in your chair. This is a long tailed blouse you have on; everything will be covered,” I said.

She leaned back a little and stared into my eyes like she could not believe what she had heard or was seriously considering it. Then she said, “You have me so hot and bothered I don’t think I can trust myself with you.” We were swaying barely moving our feet to keep our groins moving together.

I smiled and said, “I don’t bite.”

Jenny and Vicky were dancing and doing touchy-feely close to us when they decided to join in. From behind me, Jenny reached around and massaged my breast and nipples. Vicky from behind her did the same then Vicky unbuttoned the silk blouse as low as she could.

Jenny and Vicky moved to Lorrie and the other girl and left us to our own remedy. I turned us so that my back was to the bar crowd and pulled her so I was standing tight to her right side, spread my legs and hiked up my skirt against her right leg. I placed her right arm around me.

My right hand slid inside her slacks and thong. I stopped and let my fingers do the walking around her very erect clit and then slid on further down, curling two fingers inside a much lubricated hole and gently stroked in and out. I kissed her neck as she moaned and her knees got weak. I heard moaning and heavy breathing coming from Lorrie and the other girl and there were other sounds that I knew were from Vicky and Jenny.

I slid my left hand down the crack between her cheeks and used my finger to do circles on her brown hole before sliding further down to wet that finger with her lube. Wet she was, she was dripping and going to have one huge wet spot in her slacks.

After wetting the fingers I went back to her anus and worked my index finger in to the second knuckle and stroked in the fingers in both holes. She was kissing and slipping her tongue in and out of my mouth. We were both gasping for breath in between her kisses. Her legs started to tremble, that action with my clit against it had me very close.

I pulled my fingers out of the honey hole and attacked her clit, squeezing it between my fingers and then doing circles. She came with a small scream but loud enough that it hushed the conversation at the bar for a moment. She pulled me tight to her leg with both arms as my orgasm took control of my actions; there would be another wet spot on her slacks. While both our legs were trembling, we used each other for support as our orgasms weakened and drifted away.

It was wonderful, and was too bad that we didn’t have time for more. I walked her to her chair and headed to the bathroom to give my hands a good washing.

When I returned everyone was back sitting down and recovering. I opened my drink and downed it; I was so thirsty.

“Damn, that was better than cable TV,” Kate said as she headed to the bathroom.

Edit by Alfmeister

Friday started off with a bang at the college. The Seven Eleven had just been robbed and the getaway car ran the red light. By luck it was one of our security old Ford Explorers that was crossing through the intersection and not one of the newer ones. It was T-boned in the right side passenger door. The driver had on the safety belt as the rules required. The speed was fast enough to push the Explorer 20 feet side-ways. That meant that I was down one person from the start, as the guard would be in ER most of the morning getting checked out. He did not want to go, but I told him he had no choice; it was in the rules and that was all there was to it.

The driver and the holdup man had both been ejected through the front windshield onto the hood of the old Impala they had stolen. That blocked the intersection and then the 20 police cars responding to the hold-up alarm just closed down everything. That happened at a few minutes before 8 AM.

The Frost Borough group was only miles from the college. They had arrived at BWI at 6:30. They had signed the paperwork at Mid Atlantic Auto rentals at 6:40. For a morning heading to the Eastern Shore they were going the opposite direction of the heavy traffic heading into Baltimore and had make good time.

They were then stuck in a traffic jam just a mile from the Chester River Bridge. A local would have easily negotiated around the problem with a 20 mile end around but they were simply lost. It was 9 when they finally arrived after a detour through the old part of town.

I spent the entire morning dealing with paperwork from the State and local police. They impounded the totaled Explorer and held Tommy Chester until they completed the investigation and a re-enactment of the accident. It was almost noon when he reported back to work.

I inspected the repaired Homer dummies and loaded them into the Suburban. We were flying west early Monday to Oklahoma State and staying overnight there. Then on Tuesday morning we were flying to Dallas to do two seminars and then back home Tuesday night. Thursday morning we were flying to Atlanta. After the seminar there we were flying to Louisiana do two more Friday before flying home.

The board took the Frost Borough group to the best restaurant in the area where $150 a person was from the cheap side of the menu. It was 2:30 when they finally made their way to the security department.

I had met Mr. Skaggs and two of his group when we did the seminar at Frost Borough. He went through the introductions with the others. I spent an hour highlighting the security system and procedures we had in place and how we operated all shifts. The group went over to the admin building to finish up with the KCC board. At 4 we met in the parking lot and they followed Patti and me to the Narrows Seafood Inn. The rest of my group met us there including the three new administrators along with Katz and Bradberry. It was a wonderful meal. After the meal they followed us to the gym.

After a complete round of formal introductions and responsibilities I turned the meeting over to Katz and Bradberry to explain all the working details of the system. They demoed the locks, cameras, ease of installation for the wireless cameras and also how levels of security access could be controlled by the ID cards. They also explained about the discount for allowing them to use the college in advertizing about the system.

I explained the security plan that I had drawn up with the locations of the cameras and the manpower and cars. I explained the background checks and random drug testing that would be done on all our employees. I gave an overview of all the training that the full time people would have to complete successfully.

Marcy then gave a detailed overview of the cost based on the complete package and a five year contract. The final number that she had worked out came to 1.1 million a year. Jenny gave them the proposed contract for them to take with them to review.

I knew from the conversations that I had with Mr. Scaggs that was close to what they were paying without all new equipment. We spent another hour answering questions. Some were about our other business ventures and some about the security system.

At 8 we were boarding the G5 at the Island Airport. At 8:45 they were walking to their cars at Frost Borough airport. As we were landing I emphasized that we were only 45 minutes away if there were any problems. They promised that we would have an answer to our proposal within 30 days.

Jenny met me at the door. I could see the sad expression on her face. I knew was what she was going to tell me by the date on the calendar. Her period had started. She broke the down feeling by saying, “We will try again, Then added, “We knew it would take a while,” as we hugged each other. Jenny whispered, “I can go with you this week and play the villain again, Please?”

“You need to discuss that with Chin Lee,” I replied.

“I already have, she is OK with it. She needs the time to catch up the web site and the gym with all the changes happening,” Jenny said.

The weekend went past like a bullet. It seemed like we didn’t even have a weekend. Marcy’s phone alarm went off several times. The alarms were from various rental sites. They had hit the threshold or had rented all the cars they had. Marcy had her work cut out for her Monday.

Edit by Alfmeister

Thursday was clean up day at the college. Our board wanted to be spic and span, clean and professional, at any time a full tour was going to be given to another college board. I made several rounds with different administrators checking things out. I had the contractor straighten up their act as well. They had gotten sloppy with storage. I had Richard Bozman – the auditor – put the screws to them.

Thursday night we had the meeting with Katz and Bradberry. It was four hours long. All of us were there, even Jeanna, because Mid West Bank Delaware branch was going to do the financing on the equipment. They had been there setting up for their presentation since two in the afternoon. They or the girls had placed parts of the presentation around the gym. They had those little cutaway display doors with the security locks on them that you see in hardware stores. They had installed the operating system on one of our servers, linked it to one of the flat screens and had issued activated ID cards to our employees as part of the demo for tonight. They began as soon as we were all there.

“The system is new and revolutionary. It incorporates space-age wireless technology and mixes it with the latest 900 megahertz frequency swapping security features and that is just to run the wireless cameras and ID card identifiers. We can watch the cameras from anywhere there is internet as long as we have the secure access codes and an interface program.

The cameras are totally wireless as far as their communication link. The power for the camera can be two ways, AC plug or a sodium-oxide lithium hybrid battery pack; either direct mounted to the camera or remote mounted and wire connected. The batteries have a 3 year warranty and are rechargeable. A battery pack can power a camera for six months and when down to 5% life left it will send a warning to the console that they need to be replaced. The cost of the special charger is numbing, 3500 dollars, and recharge takes a week. The charger can charge 25 at a time and will indicate when each battery is fully charged. 25 spare batteries will come with the charger and can be left in the charging rack until needed.

The communications link is where most of the security is built in to the system. The 900 megahertz uses 10 radio frequencies with 10 sub-frequencies and can be randomized or mixed and matched as often the operator wants. You can use the same one all day or a different one every two minutes. The computer will choose the frequency and at off times sends a packet containing the day’s order to each device. A simple key-code locked all devices into a basic pair if there is any trouble.

The same battery pack would be installed in the dorm door card locks if AC power is not available. On some doors the system will be installed in the door handle or the striker plate, with a card reader pad on the frame, depending on the usage. All 510 doors will need refitting with one or the other. The main entrance and high use doors will use the pad type and require AC power. The individual dorm rooms will have the hotel style that would unlatch the door handle so it could be turned when authorized by the proper ID card. Next is the bad news.

The system with 600 door locks, 200 cameras, new flat monitors, computer terminals and 1000 ID cards with locator chips – the same as we used at KCC – and 25 terabit storage with the servers and installation is a cool 750,000 dollars. Since this is the first full retail field trial of this system, if we will allow them to demonstrate and use the college in an ad campaign they will waive the installation charges of 25,000 to bring the installed price down to 725,000,” Robert Bradberry said as he finished up the presentation. “The system had been in testing for two years.”

There was no doubt that the only way this would be affordable was with a 5 year contract from the college. With interest and the principal spread over 5 years the equipment would cost 200,000 a year.

My plan was built around 3 full time people on a day shift, two walking a beat and one office supervisor coordinator, 3 full time on the second shift with the same setup, one full time and 2 part times on a third shift. There would be two weekend persons working 2 sixteen hour shifts and being paid for 40 hours and 2 part time doing the remaining two 8 hour spots on the weekends. I was sure that the 16 hour weekend shifts would have to be done on rotation. I thought everyone would like that arrangement.

That would be 8 full timers at $35k starting with full benefits and 2 weeks vacation. There would need to be a pool of at least 10 part-time persons to fill in the spaces and do special event security.

Eight full time plus benefits = $50,000 = $400,000
4 part time working 24 hours a week and no benefits 96 hours required. $90,000
6 to 10 people on call for part time work as needed $100,000
4 cars with special equipment another $100,000
Uniforms, training, cell phones, $50,000
Liability insurance $55,000

The good thing was that all of the cost would be spread over the whole year or the length of the contract. There would be no major front load cost and some of the cost would be a one time thing and could be used for 5 years. There would be other costs that arrived monthly.

After Katz and Bradberry left we beat the presentation to death from every way possible. Jeanna might be able to pull strings on the financing of the equipment and get a lower rate that would reduce the annual cost. We could even buy the equipment from the capital budget. There were tax advantages if we did it as a loan. We would only get 2 new cars and they would be rented from the car rental side. Two of the three year old cars would be pulled out of the rental fleet would do for the college’s other two. We would purchase two new ones to replace them in the rental fleet, ever so slightly upgrading the fleet. The college cars would drive ten miles a day, basically in a circle. Marcy still had a lot of numbers to crunch before tomorrow night’s presentation with the Frost Borough board.

Marcy had called Max Kelly at 8 AM for prices on the 5 Nissans and 5 Fords. He had called back at noon. The price was nineteen five for the Fords and nineteen seven for the Nissans. He had cranked in every manufactures discount he could find and then sold them at cost plus $100. According to Marcy’s internet search that was 7 thousand off list price. Some had been delivered by 5 this afternoon and the rest on tomorrow morning. They were titled to MAAR, tagged, full of fuel and ready to rent when they were delivered. Charlotte needed them; there were NASCAR events scheduled all over Charlotte. All ten new cars were rented by noon Friday. Auto Logistics Security would have to install the selective GPS system that MAAR used to locate missing cars later.

Randy sent a picture of the sign they had posted on the counter, “Like the new car smell? We have some for rent.” It made me chuckle. I wondered if there was going to be an eight week rivalry for the most cars rented at Charlotte by our visiting staff.

Edit by Alfmeister

We used Sunday morning to recover from Saturday night. I cooked a late big breakfast for our guests and ourselves. We were all sitting very gently. I was sure there were several pussies that were still tender and gaped. I know mine was. Ching Lee was still carrying a pink tone to her skin in places and there were several darker stripes that would be covered when she was dressed, but she was purring like a kitten and had a smile that would not quit.

The week went fast with so many things going on. The Homer dummies had been carried down to the maintenance shop to be rebuilt. Ken Smith promised to have them both ready for next week’s seminars. With new stronger materials and more bells and whistles, he would have them ready for testing Thursday before I went home.

On Wednesday I removed Roseanne and Corry’s ankle bracelets. They were both talking about new boyfriends. There was no mention of anything else. That made me happy for the time being. On the way home Sarah commented that Roseanne and Corry were going on a double date on the weekend. That comment kind of caught me by surprise. With everything the pair had caused how in the world were they going to handle a double date? I bet the rumor mill would have all the juicy details next Monday.

Wednesday’s meeting was held as soon as Jenny and I got home from work. We were there in time so that the new office help could participate in part of it. Randy and Jack were going to participate via web cam from Charlotte. It was something Marcy had wanted to try since the four administrators as we had come to call them were going to spend a total of eight weeks there. Randy had been sent to the big office electronics store this morning to buy a big screen display and a good video camera specifically for conference meetings.

We went around the table and made the introductions to Jack and Oscar who sat in on the video conference. Since Randy was the first with this experiment he was asked how he was making out with the field office work?

“I love it and I think Becky, Sandy and Mark will to. I am getting great information and ideas to work with when I get back to the office. The hotel is OK.”

“Jack, I can see you are getting the numbers back up already. It looks like you may have them all rented on Friday. If you need to rent Randy’s car out do it and send him to the hotel in a taxi,” Marcy said.

“We will be out of cars early Friday most likely. There are a couple of special events happening this weekend,” Jack said.

“Randy, the plan is for us to drop Rebecca off on Monday, March 10th and pick you up fly on to Florida. We are signing a lease on a rental site at the Naples Airport and settling on 20 rental houses. You can be in on the rental setup and the equipment needed to get it running,” Marcy said.

Another 20 minutes of business talk ended the video conference and continued with other business. Friday, the Frost Borough board was touring KCC, checking the KCC security and then coming here to hear my presentation. They were flying into BWI by commuter Friday morning and picking up rental cars to make the trip to KCC for the day.

They were then coming from KCC to the Seafood Inn to have supper on my nickel before the presentation. Katz and Bradberry from East Coast Security were going to join us there. Then they were coming here to get the presentation from Katz and Bradberry on the equipment and its technical capabilities and operation. Katz and Bradberry were going to leave and then we would present the bid and cost proposal. Rebecca and Sandy had been crunching the numbers with Marcy’s help.

They thought they had to be back to BWI by 8:30 but by luck I made contact with them in time to have them rent cars from MAAR. My plan was to leave their rental cars at Island Air Port and fly in one of the G5’s. I planned to accompany them back to Frost Borough so I could answer any more questions and continue the sales pitch. It was also to show them that if there were any problems we could be there in force in less than an hour. It was 350 miles by car or 6 hours with traffic, but at over 500 miles an hour in a G5, a thirty five or forty minute trip.

We gave Marcy the blessing to contact Max Kelley and price 10 cars to be direct delivered to Charlotte – 5 Nissans and 5 Ford Focus. That would challenge his ‘I want to be a business partner’ statement. She was also to get a price from the Hendrick Chevrolet commercial division on 10 Impalas. All the cars were to be plain Jane, electric locks and windows, AM, FM, AC, standard colors, seats and delivered with tags and full of fuel ready to rent.

We finished in time for Jenny to do the tutoring of the North six and Joey. I told Jenny that when she had finished I was going to take the North six to the basement for more instruction. The secretaries and administrators left for the evening. The five of us left continued in a general conversation.

Lorrie gave us the brochures that they had put together for the charter flight part of our business; they had full color pictures of all four planes and the interiors. There were even pictures of our two regular pilots and four stand-by pilots along with their certifications and qualifications. There were lists of the extras available; breakfast, lunch and dinner options, booze and stewardess for first class flights to exotic places in the world, for the right price. Prices that includes stand-by and lay-over time, by the trip, by the hour or a block of time, a set fee for a block of flight time. There were ten, twenty five, fifty and 100 hour blocks of flight time for the customer, paid for in advance. It gave the customer priority on plane availability and services. Multiple blocks had already been purchased by corporations in Washington, Baltimore and Annapolis from the web site and the pilot’s efforts. The pilots had kept contact lists from their flights with other companies and they had sent the web site to all of them. The girls were pleased and they should have been. We had been thrown a Hail Mary with the planes but they had grabbed the ball in the air and were running with it. One of the big screens had been changed over to show the flights scheduled and services required.

About the time we had finished Jenny had also. I stopped the North six from stripping and assuming the slave waiting position. “Come with me,” I said.

We loaded up in the Suburban and went across the street to the house. If it had been warm we would have walked but we were in the middle of another arctic blast. I hoped with March just a couple of days away that this kind of weather would soon be history. We had so much snow this winter we had resorted to having it trucked away to maintain enough parking spaces at the gym, and it had been expensive.

They had never been over to the house. I opened the garage door and they followed me in and down to the basement through the garage entrance. The heat was on and turned up. Bob’s group was drying paint and drywall mud from the smell of it, I thought. I walked us over to the dungeon area.

“Strip, there is a bath room over there if you need to use one and pick up your towel in there. Then assume the position here,” I said indicating a spot near one of the walls.

While they were preparing I went to one of the drawers that we kept the suction cup dildos in and found seven of the average size ones, 1 ¼ x 6 and one 1 ¼ x 7. I gave them a rewash and sanitized them in the sink while the girls we getting prepared.

“Today we are going to discuss the other half of the world. I told you up front that I would make you experts in all forms of sexual depravity. How many of you have had sex with a man?” I asked.

Two responded that they had; Sly and Glenda. “How was the first time?” I asked.

“Not good, it was no fun. We were in too much of a hurry and too nervous. He rammed it in and it hurt like hell. By the time I had relaxed he was done and pulling his clothes back on. I didn’t even get off. I was like – is that all there is to it?’ Glenda said.

“Mine went a little better than that, but I still expected it to be better. The second and third were a lot better. Then he wanted to take naked pictures for keep sakes. I had just gotten involved with the gang and Bitch, she put an end to that quick,” Sly said.

“Seventy percent of the first time experiences go about like that. Everyone is too nervous, too rushed, too excited, too inexperienced and forget the condom and have a nine month surprise or just a bad experience.

I picked up one of the dildos and said, “This little head will overrule the big head almost every time if you handle it just right. It will make grown men turn into whimpering baby’s, betray their wife’s, their country and fellow men,” I said.

As I was explaining I was also demonstrating. I was on my knees with three girls on each side so they all could see. “You start with a kiss and a lick around the head. Then you suck in a little, about an inch, and then you back off completely. You then lick the underside from the tip to the nuts and back again. You go back to the head and suck just it into your mouth and use your tongue across the tip of it. Now you stroke it deep a couple times.”

“Most wives make the mistake of stopping at the gag point. That is where you will be able to gain control of them because you will master the blow job. Wive’s have the ring; they think that makes them superior and they no longer have to do things like that. They know where the gag reflex is so they stop there and wait to gag. You have to take control of the gag reflex and be its master.”

“The easiest way is to simply trick it and force the cock past it, once you get past it the natural reaction is to try to swallow. Make sure you have his complete cock slick with saliva. You bob his cock deep into your mouth just to the gag reflex. Then with his hands in yours you move them behind him, to cupping his cheeks. On the next bob you pull with your hands and quickly force his cock past the reflex and deep into your throat. Relax your throat and let it slide in. It will take some practice for you to get used to the sensation and be able to relax”

I stopped talking and did as I said. I stroked it in half strokes, made sure it was wet and then stroked it into my throat several times. I even took my hand off of the fake cock with its balls against my chin. Damn, I was making myself horny, I was wet, my clit itching. I pulled it out some so I could breathe then repeated the process. They were watching – almost staring. Then I stopped and handed each a 6 inch and told them to practice.

“You will learn to control your breathing to the strokes of the cock,” I said.

I stood, backed away and stripped. I watched to see who was making the most progress. Becky was bouncing the balls off her chin with every stroke, a natural cock sucker. A couple others were close but they were fighting the gag reflex hard. I moved close in front of Becky with my dildo and began sucking it again.

With my free hand I reached out and squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. I took her free hand and brought it to my nipple. She understood what I wanted and did the same to mine. I moved my hand to her clit and began circles pinches. She did the same. We never stopped sliding the dildos into our throat’s, moments later we flooded each other’s hand and were out of breath. When I recovered enough to look around, the other girls had followed our lead or had their hand between their legs.

When we had all finished I cleaned the toys and told then to hit the showers to remove the smell and I did the same. I took a look at the rooms under construction and was happy with the size. Sly asked what they were for?

“We are out of guest rooms and are going to need more. The gym equipment was here before we bought the gym. After we moved it over there this was just empty space. Time to put it to use,” I replied. “Let’s go back to the gym and work out some. Each of you get a cup of crushed ice to suck on, your throats are going to be sore. A couple of Advil may also help.”

Edit by Alfmeister

Saturday morning all of us went over to the gym to work out. Sometime in the last week we had come to the understanding that we needed to let our employees make use of their talent and training. We needed to guide them through the difficult spots but they needed to be able run things. Our time needed to be devoted to the important things but we also needed to be able to relax and recharge or we were going to be burnt out way too soon.

We worked out without interruption in the gym as a group, just like we did when the equipment was in the basement. The morning was ours and we used it to burn off the secretarial spread before it was noticeable. There were some business things to deal with later on this afternoon but the workout was rejuvenating. We even spent time in the hot tubs, even though it was midday. The paid help ran the gym to perfection; we had not been bothered with even one question.

We enjoyed lunch, a fresh salad from the refreshment bar. It was one of the changes that Vicky and Ching Lee had made since they had full control of the gym. The refreshment bar was staffed with another part time person on the weekends. Loretta, a single mother of one, could work on Saturday’s and Sunday’s when her child was with her former husband and four hours during the weekday at lunchtime when her child was in school. The health food line had been expanded a little. There was even a takeout menu. From the traffic to the bar it looked like it was a hit. It was easy to tell she had taken advantage of the perk of the tanning booths.

We were going to have our normal evening business meeting on Saturday and Sunday afternoon so we could have our evening free to help the night shift in the gym if needed, or simply have family time. Tonight that free time was consumed by orgy night. Jeanna and the two secretaries had already been invited. One of them was going to meet the special lubes.

Marcy opened the business meeting with a call to Randy Richmond, one of the business majors who was going to start working Monday morning. When he answered the phone Marcy asked, “Are you up for a challenge?”

His response was, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Pack two weeks worth of clothes, unless you can do laundry, and be here at 8 AM tomorrow morning. I will have everything ready for you,” Marcy said and then hung up.

Marcy dumped a box on the table. It had Randy’s new ID tag in it. Marcy had decided that all employees of MAAR would have a new corporate photo ID card. We could easily see by glancing, even from a distance, by the color and design on the card if they were a site manager, full time or a part time employee. The ones for the corporate office had a magnetic strip on them to open the office doors. All employees were to keep the card displayed on their person at all times when on the job. All employees had received an email Friday that included an employee update contact form that was to be completed and returned with a passport sized picture for the new ID cards.

The box for Randy’s trip contained a portable GPS, printed directions and maps for him to get to Charlotte, the hotel reservation for two weeks, one of the corporate cards with a 2500 limit on it in his name, 500 dollars cash expense money that required receipts when used, a corporate smart phone and the address of the rental site and his report to work time and Jacks contact information. It also included one of the member fast tracks auto rental cards that billed the car to a corporate expense account. There was a sheet for him to sign accepting responsibility for the items.

Marcy asked if we could think of anything else he would need. No one could.

Lorrie passed around the house packets she had received from our vacationing parents. They were all favorable. Lorrie had authorized the required payments to lock them in. The vacationers had five more to do before they were to fly back on Sunday. Lorrie explained the Naples Airport Authority’s requirements to lease a business office in their terminal. Marcy compared them to the other sites that MAAR was leasing. The terms and rates were very reasonable.

Jenny was to contact all the Florida state agency’s to get the necessary licenses and permits for housing and auto rentals. I suggested that she simply contact an attorney there and let them do the leg work, with a time limit on the project, if it looked like there were going to be any problems.

We decided that the plan was to fly down 2 weeks from Monday, drop Rebecca Blackstone off at Charlotte for her two weeks, pick up Randy and fly to Naples to meet with the realtor to settle on the properties, and then the airport authority to sign the lease and plan the office. While Marcy, Jenny, Lorrie and I signed the mountain of paper Ching Lee, Vicky and Randy could take all the pictures of the houses to make up promotional brochures.

Lorrie was going to advertise the job in the local papers for help to run the office. Hopefully we could interview while we were there. We were hoping that Randy would be competent enough to set up the rental office with help from Lorrie on the house rental part or that Jack would be willing to in a couple weeks after that. The advertising for the rental houses would hit the markets Wednesday with the rentals available in three weeks.

We were flying to do two seminars – one in Texas and one on Oklahoma – that were going to consume extra days that I could exchange comp time for the following week for the Florida trip.

We ended the meeting to go over to the house to clean up the basement for tonight’s orgy. The toys needed one last cleaning before use. I needed to put the sex chair back out on the floor. I was sure that it would get a workout tonight. I had moved it into the closet for the room construction project. I could also check out Bob’s progress on the rooms he was building down there.

I was going to move the X frame out tonight; Ching Lee wanted a session on it. I had promised her that we would. We were going to use it as the opening warm-up act. I was going to start off with the soft floggers and then change to light whips and hard floggers. She would be surprised. She did not know that I had been practicing when she had been working in the gym. I wanted to be confident that I still had full control with every swing and wrist action. There was no room for errors with this. A slight miscue could require stitches.

Edit by Alfmeister

Friday morning we were at the site at 5:45. The site was already open with signs and placards in the hallway announcing MAAR had cars available for rent. There were customers standing at the counter. Marcy went in and signed in at one of the computers to do her daily checks. We had stopped at one of those famous donut shops and purchased several dozen of their pastries and several boxes of their great coffee that I placed on the counter.

Oscar brought several sets of keys in and placed them on the ready to rent rack. I gave Jack and Oscar a card with the JBG web site address, “When you have time you may want to look at everything we have to offer the paying customers. New Employee Manuals are being finalized and soon to be printed. They will cover everything; code of conduct, ethics, health plan, time off, doctor’s visits, vacation days, holidays, and conduct that merits immediate dismissal. Part time employees will be eligible for vacation days based on accrued work hours,” I said.

Oscar and Jack both asked how that worked. “A full time employee works 2080 hours a year and gets 2 weeks vacation after one year of service. That works out to 1 day of vacation for each 148 hours of work. A part time employee is eligible for one vacation day for each accrued 148 hours of work after one year of service. A part time employee that works 20 hours a week would work 1040 hours and would get 7 days paid vacation that they can take as days off or receive it in a paycheck. It is a perk that will allow us to keep good part time people, we think,” I explained. “We are also looking into a limited health care plan for part time employees.”

“I can see where that would certainly make a difference to someone wanting to work just part time. It could be a house wife that wants to work a few hours while the kids are in school,” Jack replied.

At 9:30 we said our goodbyes and boarded the King Air to return to the Kent Island. After a brief visit to the gym for an update and to pick up several folders of paperwork to look over in flight, we went to the airport. With Kate, the Homer dummies, the electronic equipment and padding we needed for the routine, we boarded the G5 for the 2 hour flight to OSU for the seminar. Kate was thrilled to be flying to the seminar. She had never flown anywhere other than a local one hour sight seeing tour and loved it.

The crew for this seminar was Lorrie, Vicky, Ching Lee (as the new villain), Kate and myself. Marcy and Jenny stayed at the gym. I looked through the folders as we flew. Most of it was related to vendors who had been notified of the management change and wanted payment procedures. They were also expressing their wishes to continue the business relationship and wanting to meet with us. There was one that had the print of the airport at Naples with the vacant business areas high lighted. It was accompanied by rates, terms, business obligations and contact information.

OSU is a big college. Being in the mid west, it was heavy into sports and had a huge trophy room to display their victories. It was also big into agriculture programs. The auditorium held 1500 and it was packed with girls and female staff, and they were vocal. It was the first time with the fight scenes that we felt like we had a cheering section. After the opening statement and video you could have heard a pin drop. After the first fight scene you would have thought you were at a pep rally. When the material was serious they were quiet and attentive.

Lorrie’s video and testimonial was powerful; for the first time I could have sworn that I heard crying in the audience. During Vicky’s video there were cheers from the audience when Dan went to his knees from the kick to his nuts.

The response from the take down at the crosswalk was even louder. There was deathly silence when Lorrie pointed out her attacker in the paused video. The silence continued even after the shoot-out.

Ching Lee was even more aggressive in trying to pull some out of the audience for the reward pussy. Lorrie and Ching Lee were more closely matched in size and speed for the fight plus they had practiced a lot more together. I thought at one time I was going to have to stop the fight to keep girls from the audience from joining in. They just kept pounding away at each other.

I knew that Lorrie had surrendered to end the scene. I repeated the statistics as they went through the strip down. They were a surprised crowd when a woman was revealed under the outfit.

We answered questions for almost four hours. They questioned us about everything from the kicks, the eye pokes, and our training to how often we worked out together. I was worn out from doing one on one demonstrations and coaching. Some wanted to see pictures of the gym. I had Kate bring up the JBG website on the big screen. Ching Lee had loaded hundreds of pictures there of the gym activities and training and videos. As we worked with the students I noticed a group of administrators going through all the pages of the web site with Kate. I also noticed that Ching Lee and Vicky had been updating the web site almost daily. They had pictures of the new part-time people we had offered jobs to just a few days ago, and their duties.

I had no idea how many students gave the Homers kicks but they were going to need rebuilding before the next seminar.

The flight back to the eastern shore was quiet and relaxing. It had been a busy week. I was looking forward to spending quiet time with Jenny in my arms again tonight; she had been on my mind a lot recently. I reclined the big leather padded seat and dreamed about how far we had come in the last year.

Edit by Alfmeister

Wednesday went much better all the way around. The damaged cars in the parking lot had been hauled away after the owners had retrieved their personal things. The top of the transformer had been hauled away and a cleanup crew was cleaning up the blacktop. It was especially pleasing to ride through the parking lot and see the six rental cars there.

Several students came by to complain about the generator noise. I told them they would get used to it pretty quick. The choice was a little noise or no food and no heat. The rest of the day was quiet.

The office was running much smoother when we got home. The 1st day rush had settled. The four secretaries had been given specific assignments. Two were assigned to Marcy with one of them handling and screening all incoming calls. The other two were pooled among Vicky, Lorrie and Ching Lee.

The four college students were to start Monday. Marcy had several legal tablets in her office with assignments for them to do. From our nightly meetings we had decided to look at new sites and expanding the car rental sites. The one at the Island airport was going to be expanded as it currently had only 4 cars. Marcy wanted to bump it up to at least 10 so we could use it as a pool. We were going to look at putting a rental site at the Naples airport if we could negotiate a site there. Marcy had asked Dad to look over the airport to see if there looked to be room enough to set it up at the terminal.

The airport at Naples was county owned and had recently received some grant money to renovate. It had 3 moderate runways. It couldn’t handle the big jets but turboprop commuter planes had a schedule there along with a lot of parking for private planes. The passenger complex was nice, Dad had said, and there were several empty business areas where an auto rental office could be established. An office there could be jointly used with the rental houses.

Another item that was on the agenda was to buy 200 new cars. None were bought last year because of the previous owner’s money problems and none had been scheduled for this year. The oldest were now seven years old, even though some of them only had 50,000 miles on them. We thought that was just too old. We had to do the make and model decisions and put out bid requests. Then we had to decide where to tag and store them along with the ones removed from service until they were disposed of. We had discussed offering them to employees first at some kind of blue book value. If we expanded we would need even more new cars and could hold on to some of the better older ones a while longer. You just could not send old cars to a new site. You had to send new ones for the PR push and in a couple of months work some of them away to where you really needed them.

At 5AM Marcy, Jenny and I were boarding the King Air for the flight to Charlotte. We each had a laptop, a briefcase and an overnight bag. One of Marcy’s secretaries had booked two adjoining rooms at the Holiday East chain with our corporate rate.

We arrived at 7AM at the general aviation section of the big terminal. That was also the area where the auto rental companies had their facilities located. Our rental office was there and out the door was the auto pickup and drop-off point with our parking area with the 30 rental cars. Charlotte was a major hub for several airlines. It was also a huge NASCAR team area. Historically MAAR rentals had been good there but had declined in the last year by some 20% that we attributed to the owners problems.

The site was to be manned and open at 6 AM until 7 PM by a 4 person team. One of those people was a site manager James Johnson. A second person, Jack Freeburg came in at 11 AM, a delayed time to give the late coverage, the third person, Ray Stanley worked a long Saturday and Sunday – 13 hours each – and was paid for 30 hours. He worked as needed as determined by the manager to total up 40 hours. The fourth person, Charles Dickerson worked 2 to 7 as the cleanup guy keeping the cars clean, and was called the check-in clerk. The manager and the check-in clerk were the only two signatures on all the paper work on the repairs. According to the original job applications the manager had selected the current check-in clerk over better applicants, even though he had failed the pre-employment drug test and had scored poor on the background check. The check-in clerk had listed the site manager as the only character reference.

We turned to corner to look at what should have been our rental site open for business. The security gate was down, the lights were off and no sign of anyone. Across the hall from our outlet was one of those small stores that you see at all airports. As we stood looking at the closed site the man running the cash register yelled across to us, “They usually open between eight and eight thirty.” Marcy remarked, “That explains the 20% drop in rentals.”

All of our rental sites had one of those emergency access key boxes on the wall by the security gate. Marcy used her smart phone to find the code for the Charlotte site and the code for the alarm system. After the gate was up and the lights on we searched the office and found the keys for the cars and everything we needed to rent cars. While Marcy and Jenny fired the computers up I took the auto inventory sheet and went to the parking lot to count cars.

As I went out the door I heard a shout, “Stop police.” I looked to my right to see a man in a ski mask carrying a ladies purse running my way with a security guard in chase. I moved like I was going to back out of the way but instead executed a soccer kick at his knees as he got close enough to make contact. He was laying face down on the sidewalk when the security guard cuffed him.

I looked at the security guard and said, “I think he tripped on something.” The guard replied, “That works for me,” as he smiled.

I checked the cars in our slots and those in the drop-off area. Six were missing. According to the print out four were rented for several days and were not due to be back until Saturday. That left two missing. Back in the office there were no notes on the log indicating where they were.

Marcy and Jenny were both busy with customers. I waited on two fast-tracks customers as they were called. They were regular customers that had one of our corporate cards. All they needed to do was present their license and the tracks card, sign the rental sheet that was completed on line or by phone and we handed them the keys. Those rentals were usually daily rentals. When the car was turned in the check-in clerk filled them with gas that was billed to the rental, cleaned the car if necessary and put them back in line. We had been there less than fifteen minutes and had rented four cars.

I filled Marcy in on the two missing cars. We could speculate where they were with everything we had seen going on at this site. Marcy typed up letters of termination for both the manager and the check-in clerk and sent a copy to HR, also to the girls in the office. The county court system could handle the fraud issues and that could take months to prove, but stealing by forging time sheets was a reasonable cause for immediate termination. Their time sheets showed 6 AM start times but the statement from the vendor across the hall shot that one all to hell. Marcy also disabled all of their computer authorizations and access codes.

Jenny called the state police and talked with their criminal fraud unit. They were going to send a detective right over to see the data that we had. Their barracks must have been close; he was standing in front of us in twenty minutes. Jenny and Marcy spread out the copies of everything including copies of the checks to the dealer that were not deposited in the dealers account. The few that were deposited we figured were legitimate auto repairs. The rest of the checks were signed instead of stamped for deposit. The first signature was not readable. The second signature was the dealer shop supervisor, our site manager, check in clerk or according to the dealer web site the dealers credit manager. Marcy explained the frequency of the same repairs and parts on the same vehicles, sometimes with less than 500 miles.

The detective called for backup. He was going to arrest all four under suspicion of fraud and sweat them as he called it. They handled things in North Carolina a lot different than Maryland, according to Jenny. In Maryland an arrest would have taken weeks to do.

Two of the troopers went to the dealer to arrest the culprits there. The chief detective and his supervisor were putting the evidence in order when the former manager walked in, “Who are you people and what are you doing in here?”

“I am BJ Jones President of Jones Business Groups. JBG owns Mid Atlantic Auto Rentals. This is Marcy De Stone, Executive Vice President and CFO. MAAR and day to day operations is her domain. This is Jennifer Coles, Executive Vice President and Legal Affairs,” I said

“I checked the car inventory and there are two unaccounted for. Where are they?” I asked.

James responded, “I dropped 862 off at the dealer to get the brakes replaced and I picked up the 630 that they did yesterday,” as he handed me the invoice. I passed it to Marcy.

Marcy said, “630 is a 2011 with 15k miles and this is the second brake job on the front axle in a 1000 miles. 862 is a 2010 with 20000 miles and this would be the fourth brake job in four months and 2500 miles. Don’t you find that a little odd?”

James replied, “Well you know how people that rent cars take care of them. By the way who are those two gentlemen?”

“This is State police Detective David Hoggs and his assistant Detective Bryan Strong; they are from the fraud unit,” I said.

Detective Hoggs said, “We will have your car picked up and inspected at our shop this morning, if you don’t mind, as part of the case and return it this afternoon.”

Marcy said, “This is for you,” and handed James his termination papers. “You were paid to have this site opened at 6, not 8:30. The IT department just sent me a text to the effect that the computers haven’t been logged in before 8:30 on week days for several months. The dealer where you have been having all these fraudulent repairs done has a free pickup service for fleet repairs. That just raises one more red flag to your actions here. I will take your keys and ID card.”

James became belligerent and at that point the detective cuffed him. I took a flashlight from under the counter and went out to the parking area and looked under car 630. There were no new brake parts on the front end. According to the invoice that James handed Marcy there should have been new rotors, brake pads and calipers, brake hoses and tie rod ends. I went inside and informed the detective of my find. They wanted to inspect the car and compare it to the invoice. They would have both cars done and back in our hands by noon. They were going to be back a little before 2 to pick up the cleanup guy if he came in.

Among the three of us we rented several more cars and checked in a couple before 11 AM. At 11 Jack Freeburg came in to start his shift. We questioned him at length. He admitted that he knew something was going on but the manager was always secretive around him. He said he even passed on his concerns to the auditors about the manager and Dickerson but they were not interested. He also said that Ray Stanley was a good guy.

We found out that Jack’s wife had left just a few days ago to spend a few weeks with her sister whom was diagnosed with cancer several weeks ago. I asked if he was open to a shift change and some overtime.

“I can use all the time I can get. My wife’s sister needs all the help she can get. They are not well off and we have been helping some for a while,” Jack said.

“If you are up for the challenge the manager’s slot is open. The pay is $750 plus 2.5% – it doesn’t pay overtime. I should tell you that that Dickerson is going to be fired also. He is involved in the thefts,” Marcy said.

Jack responded, “I will take the manager’s slot. I was in line for it before they brought James in. I am sure I can make it work out. There is a vet across the hall in my apartment building that has been looking for job for several months if you are going to replace Dickerson. He seems like a good kid.”

“See if you can get in contact with him, we will be here all day and are staying overnight. We will be leaving at 9:30 AM,” I said.

“Are you up to doing some on the job training? We have hired four college seniors for our administrative office. They should learn the business from the ground up. This looks like a good spot to do just that. I can send each of them down for two weeks to learn the customer side and they will have a better understanding when they sit behind the desk,” Marcy said. “That will help you with the labor problem short term.”

“Be glad to do that for you,” Jack said.

“The rentals were down 20% in the last year. What do we need to do to get them back up?” Marcy asked.

“James and his lazy attitude is why they are down. This is the best spot in the building, open on time and with enough cars we can get the 20 back plus 20 more. We were always short cars before James took over,” Jack said.

At two both our cars were back. Detective Hoggs had Dickerson in custody. At 2:30 three gentlemen in fancy suits accompanied by Detective Hoggs came in. Detective Hoggs made the introductions. Max Kelly was president of Charlotte Ford, Lincoln, Nissan and Toyota.

Max Kelly was more than upset that anything so brazen could happen at his dealership. “We thought we had enough internal checks in place to prevent something like this from ever happening. We will cooperate 110% with the state to help prosecute those responsible to the fullest. We want to clear our business name. We will do whatever it takes. MAAR has been a long time business partner and we want to continue that business relationship. Come up with a number and we will write you a check for the full amount,” he said.

Marcy replied, “We want to work through this issue as well but at this stage that may be premature. We are going to wait until the police complete the investigation before we take any actions. On a different note we are going to purchase a lot of new cars. According to the information I have, your bids have always been competitive so continuing to be business partners may be in both our best interest.”

Max Kelly gave all of us his business card with his personal home and cell number on them. The conversation ended with Kelly saying, “Call me direct any time for anything related to this or any thing auto related.”

We walked through the wing of the terminal where all the auto rental companies were located. We were just looking at what the others were offering. Jack had been right; we did have the best spot in the place. When you left the terminal MAAR was the first place you came to. Unless you had made arrangements with the other big names we had the best chance of getting your business.

When we walked back into our site a sharp dressed young man was sitting at one of the desk filling out the employment application Marcy had left with Jack. When he had finished Jack introduced us to Oscar Portman. We did the interview and filled the check-in position. He was to start tomorrow at 2 with starting pay at $12.50; overtime was at Jacks discretion.

Jack did want the hours of the clean-up man changed from a late shift to a morning shift. “The mornings are the busiest at this airport. The afternoons are slow, the late man has plenty of time to check in cars and if they need gas just leave a note for it to be done in the morning,” he said.

With all the issues resolved we called home for a conference call for today’s update; we spent two hours on the call. We left for supper at seven and called it a night.

We would be back at 6 AM to watch and learn ourselves before flying home and then to Ohio.

Edit by Alfmeister

Monday muddled along without any word from Jeanna’s attorneys. We only knew that court started at 9 AM. At 4 they were still in session. Marcy had printed off every invoice that had originated at the Charlotte rental site. The counter was full of documents in various kinds of order. Marcy had a handle on when the problem started, the two at the site that were involved and how they were connected.

Jenny spent some time investigating the dealer. Their website proved to be valuable in more ways than one. It took Jeanna and Marcy together to come up with copies of the checks from the rental agency. The bank did not want to cooperate. Marcy had four interviews from the temp agency for secretaries on Tuesday.

For me, Monday had been a cakewalk – everything went so smooth and quiet I could have slept in my office. Instead I spent the day on the phone trying to find a place suitable to hold a rape prevention seminar on the Island ‘How big a facility would be needed?’ Advertise the seminar, require a sign up period, then finalize a place to hold it – would probably be my best option.

Bob’s Construction wanted to start on the basement rooms on Tuesday. He had picked up the keys to get in from Marcy on Monday morning. I had made sure that all the BDSM equipment, tools and devices were locked up Monday night. Jenny and I had slipped away from the gym long enough to do the third insemination for this month. The rest was up to nature now and it was now a waiting game to see if it worked. She and I both believed that it was going to take several months before we were successful.

Tuesday was another story. The main transformer in the college’s substation just blew up at exactly 8 AM. The top of it landed in a student parking lot half a mile from the substation destroying six commuting student cars. The fire burned for four hours before it had consumed all the transformer oil that was in it. As if that was not bad enough, two thirds of the college was out of power and would be until the transformer was replaced.

The admin building and security had its own backup generator. That left four dorms and the cafeteria with no power and the weather was going downhill tonight. The other dorms were powered from a different college substation. The local utility company found a replacement transformer at one of their storage sites in Washington DC that they would sell the college for a cool quarter million plus installation.

Installation required a crane to load it on a special trailer at Washington and permits to carry it across the Bay Bridge. Another crane was then required to set it in place and crews to hook it up after it had been filled with new transformer oil. It had to be tested before it could be powered up. They said it would all be done in 24 hours. I did not see how that could be completed in 24 hours, let alone before the bitter cold tonight and the super cold tomorrow night.

I hunted down the head of building and maintenance; he was in a meeting with the College Board. As head of security I simply pulled up a chair at the table and listened to the sob story that was being dumped on everyone. With no heat and no place to put the students and frozen pipes coming, there were long faces all around the table. They were trying to find one generator to do it all. I asked how much electrical load was on each of the dorms. I knew from accounting and walking the grounds that we had our own meters on each of the dorms and the cafeteria.

The head of the buildings looked at me like I was crazy but made a call and then said, “The dorms use about 200 KW and the cafeteria about 300 KW,” he replied. In my travels I had seen trucks from Annapolis Mobile Power pulling portable generators up and down the highway just like the marines used in the battle field. Every time a camp was set up or moved transportation had to move the generators; I had done it dozens of times.

I looked up the number on the smart phone then rapped on the table for quiet and dialed the number. I asked for the man in charge. “Do you have four 250 KW and one 350 KW 120/240 three phase generators that you can deliver and hook up today?”

He asked all the particulars. The maintenance man answered all the questions. The final answer was they would be on site, hooked up, and making power by 5 PM, but we had to maintain the fuel supply for them. They would each run 16 hours at 80% load on a 300 gallon tank of fuel. I knew that Mr. Bozman could get someone to deliver the fuel twice a day until we were done with them.

Maintenance was going to pull the meters on the dorms and the cafeteria, then get the generator wired to the load side of the panels, fire the generator then turn on the main breakers in all the panels as the generator stabilized to the load. It was a no brainer. They had been looking at the big picture instead of divide and conquer.

Suffering States Fuel Supply made the twice-daily fuel deliveries. The generators ended up running for 10 days. The contractor that unloaded the transformer broke a cable and dropped the 100,000 pound transformer 24 inches. It could not be energized until the inspection plates were removed and a complete inspection and test was completed. The five rented generators and the two that powered the admin, security and the sewage control system used 1500 gallons of fuel a day.

Marcy had sent me several texts while we were in the phone conversation about the generators. I had ignored them at the time. When I looked at them the first one was all caps and just four words, “WE HAVE FULL CONTROL.” And then “Money in escrow accounts to be transferred to our accounts tomorrow.” That was followed by an e-mail to all site managers announcing that we were the new owners along with contact information and on site visits and inspections by executives would begin at once.

As I stood to leave the meeting Chairman of the Board Mr. Nobles asked if I could get 6 rental cars to replace the six damaged cars until the insurance company had replaced them or reached a settlement with the owners. Of course, he also asked if the college could get a corporate discount on them. The word of our business ventures had spread like wildfire after Saturday’s meeting at the gym. I sent Marcy a text, “Are you ready to give your first command decision? Call me ASAP.”

I explained the events of the early morning and Bob’s request for the 6 cars. Marcy replied, “The only place we have close by that has any number of extra cars is the BWI site. They have 30 on the lot and reservations for 10 for today. How do we get them to you in the necessary time frame? We do not have enough people to send to get them.”

“Announce on the PA that you have an emergency need for 6 people to drive a rental car from BWI to C-town and the pay is $50 cash. You could offer a hundred but that would not be fair to the full time workers. If you get six takers fly over in the King Air; that will take 30 minutes and an hour and a half to make the drive to C-town. I will have Patti take them back to the gym in the Suburban. I have one of our laptops with me; I can do the driver rental paperwork here when they come to get the cars. I will add the $50 as a destination charge or something,” I said. “Let me know if it works so I can tell them the cars are on the way.”

Twenty five minutes later Marcy called, “I am in the King Air, we are ten minutes out from BWI – it’s only a 15 minute flight from Island Airport over the bay. I thought it would be as good a time as any to meet our people. The secretary interviews start after lunch, I will be back in plenty of time.”

Two and a half hours later I was looking at 6 midsize rental cars and six gym members. One of them remarked, “So this is where you hide out during the day.” “Yes this is the day job,” I replied. “If you ladies are interested in shuttling cars around from time to time have Marcy add you to the driver list.” Patti carried all of them back to the gym and I started filling out the rental forms for the cars as each person came to pick them up. I had to chuckle as I hit the college for the high end daily add-on insurance for each car plus an additional $100 emergency delivery fee, but they did get corporate rate.

I walked into the gym to look at a frazzled Kim at the customer window. She looked at me and said, “The phones have not stopped ringing all day.” She handed me a stack of phone call messages, “Take these up as you go please. I only answer after seven rings.”

The scene upstairs was just as bad. Marcy, Lorrie, Ching Lee and Vicky all had phones to their ears as did four girls that I had not seen before. They were occupying the extra cubicles that were unassigned. I also noticed that the first four along the wall had the names of the four we had interviewed on Saturday pinned to the overhead storage compartment.

Edit by Alfmeister