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Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.”(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to; I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber; only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee."Who are these two?" Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room."Hello Libra," I greeted my almost date from last night. "Hello Ms. Lee," I said to Brooke."It's Brooke," Brooke smiled at me; she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me."I'm happy to see you; oh; this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger," I made the introductions. "No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I've been on 'light' duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent's friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth' wheel.""I'm actually Trent's fiancé," Brooke corrected."Fascinating," I lied. Oh fuck, that was Not good."Cool. I'm happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?" I continued."Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you," Brooke gave a sly smile."The thing was," Libra picked up the tale, "they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were; so we came here first." My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in."Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone," I plastered a smile on my face."Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night," I kept things simple. Doom was impatient."Brooke is Trent's fiancé," Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn't being malicious. She just didn't know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it."Really?" Katrina's interest was piqued."Yes," Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina's face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me."Cáel, I didn't know Trent was engaged," Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices."Yeah, I bet you didn't," I groaned. "I only found out a moment ago." Trent had lied on his dating survey; slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn't understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head."Brooke, that's your 'promise' ring, right?" I probed. "I'm sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.""Yes," Brooke confirmed. "We've decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head."How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk."Katrina," I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise' rings didn't really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career', she'd shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn't do."No," Katrina didn't even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise."Cáel, is something wrong?" Libra took my hand in hers."Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview," I explained."Like?" Libra was getting concerned."Like the existence of Brooke," I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up."What?" Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted."Brooke," I sighed, "did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?""No," she admitted."Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them," I explained. "Trust me; that was a really long list." Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal; that would be Havenstone' now-active jamming devices."What's the number?" I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed; then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra's sister. I gave the phone up."Marla," Libra began, "did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?""Umm, is he in trouble because of what I said?" Marla asked."What did you say?" Libra eyed me."I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn't mind watching he die a painful death," she confessed. "Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.""Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?" Libra inquired."I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person," Marla mumbled. Her Aunt."Who? I need to talk to them," Libra continued."That wouldn't be wise," Marla responded. "Suffice it to say they didn't give a glowing review either." Libra hung up and gave me back my phone."Cáel, do you have a problem with women?" Brooke glowered at me."Yes, there are so many of them," I shrugged. "That seems to be my main issue.""Cáel, how many women have you been with?" Libra mused."Around 200," I acceded."200! Holy Shit!" Libra gasped. Out of the blue,"Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?" Katrina postulated."Around 40," I recalled."That's my Daddy!" Aya crowed proudly."What?" Brooke boggled."Not what you think!" I insisted. "Not what you think!""Aya is my niece," Katrina explained. "Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.""Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off," I added."Cáel is not my real Daddy," Aya clarified. "He lets me pretend that he is.""Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?" Katrina diverted the conversation."Well; 200 as in closer to 200 than 300," I grinned weakly."How did you graduate?" Libra followed along."I have a lot of stamina," I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room."Brooke Lee?" she greeted the not-here-for-me girl."Yes? Do I know you?" Brooke was getting nervous and snippy."I'm Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant," she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods."Is that Lee; L-E-E?" Tessa continued."Yes, what is this about?" Brooke persisted."You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?" Tessa asked next."Answer my question," Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn't Elsa."Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process," Tessa relayed calmly."About dating me?" Brooke was confused."We will explain in a moment," Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya's presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis."Brooke;” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run."Trent, what is going on? They say you didn't list me as an acquaintance and somehow that's important," Brooke grumbled."I; um; I can explain," Trent was addressing; the room?"Be at peace, Trent," Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. "We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments." Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn't one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn't done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before."I think there has been a misunderstanding," Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. "I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake." That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.

Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

"From Steel Pulse to Wu-Tang: A Festival of Musical Diversity"Larry Mishkin discusses a review of various experiences and performances, starting with a cannabis event called "Miracle in Mundelein," which took place over the past weekend. The main focus of the review is a discussion of a Grateful Dead show from September 9, 1987, at the Providence Civic Center in Rhode Island. The show was notable for being the second night of a three-show run, marking the opening of the Grateful Dead's 1987 East Coast fall tour.Key highlights include:"Hey Pocky Way" Performance: This was the first time the Grateful Dead performed the song "Hey Pocky Way," which is originally by the Meters, a New Orleans funk band. The song became a fan favorite, primarily due to the influence of Brent Mydland, the band's keyboardist. However, the song fell out of rotation after Brent's death in 1990."Jack Straw" Performance: Another song featured was "Jack Straw," a Grateful Dead classic written by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter. It was originally performed in 1971 and became a staple in the band's setlists. The song was performed in the second spot of the setlist during the 1987 show, indicating the band's tendency to feature it early in their concerts.Music News Segment: The transcript also includes a segment on music news, which starts with a brief history of the band Cheap Trick, particularly their song "I Want You to Want Me."Review of the Miracle in Mundelein Festival: The review shifts to discussing the recent "Miracle in Mundelein" festival, where several acts performed:Steel Pulse: A roots reggae band from Birmingham, England, who delivered a lively and energetic performance.The Soul Rebels: A New Orleans brass band known for their energetic live shows and collaborations with major artists. Their set featured Raekwon and GZA from the Wu-Tang Clan, adding a strong hip-hop element to the performance.Wiz Khalifa: The headliner of the event, Wiz Khalifa, is praised for his stage presence and connection with the audience. The review notes his strong advocacy for cannabis and how his music resonated well with the crowd.Overall, the review captures the blend of nostalgia with the Grateful Dead's classic performances and the fresh, dynamic energy of the Miracle in Mundelein festival, highlighting both the music and the culture of cannabis.https://www.cheaptrick.com/ Grateful DeadSeptember 9, 1987 (37 years ago)Providence Civic CenterProvidence, Rhode IslandGrateful Dead Live at Providence Civic Center on 1987-09-09 : Free Borrow & Streaming : Internet Archive Second night of a three show run, the opening shows of 1987 East Cost fall tour.  INTRO:                                 Hey Pocky Way                                                Track #1                                                :35 – 2:03 First time ever played Hey Pocky Way was written by George Porter Jr., Leo Nocentelli, Art Neville & Joseph Modeliste, founding members of The Meters, an American funk band formed in 1965 in New Orleans by Modeliste (drums), Porter Jr. (bass), Nocentelli (guitar) and Neville (keyboards). The band performed and recorded their own music from the late 1960s until 1977 and played an influential role as backing musicians for other artists, including Lee Dorsey, Robert Palmer, Dr. John, and Allen Toussaint. Song was released on Rejuvenation the band's fifth studio album in 1974. In 2003, the album was ranked number 138 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time,[6] and 139 in a 2012 revised list. Beginning with this show, the Dead began to feature Hey Pocky Way, usually as a show opener.  Sung by Brent who really got into it with both his keyboard playing and strong singing, it  became a fan favorite.  But as a Brent influenced tune, it died when he did. Played:  25 timesFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast: July 22, 1990 at World Music Theatre, Tinley Park, IL, USA (Brent's second to last show)  SHOW No. 1:                    Jack Straw                                                Track #2                                                4:00 – 5:50 "Jack Straw"  written by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter. The track first appeared on the album Europe '72. The song was first performed in concert on October 19, 1971, in Minneapolis, Minnesota at new keyboardist Keith Godchaux's first appearance with the band. In the song's earliest performances (c. 1971–72), Weir sang all of the vocals. By the time the 'Europe 72' version was recorded, (at the Olympia Theater in Paris on 5-03-72), Weir and Jerry Garcia were switching up the vocals - as they had on April 26th when 'Hundred Year Hall' was recorded. The song appeared in both the first and second sets until the band's short hiatus in 1974-1975. After re-forming, the song almost exclusively appeared in the first set. After Brent Mydland joined the band in 1979, the song almost exclusively opened the band's first set. The band also often extended the jam after the second verse after Mydland's joining, often extending the song to over six minutes. Dead and Company have also further extended the song, often adding an abstract opening jam prior to the song's first verse.[1] Bob Weir stated in a 2004 interview that the song's lyrics were partly based on John Steinbeck's novel Of Mice and Men.[2] The song's themes include riding the rails, the Great Depression, and hobo (homeless) camps of the era. Jack Straw is also—perhaps coincidentally—the name of the original plantation owner, who lived controversially with his gay lover, Peter Ochello, in Tennessee Williams's play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.[3] Always a great song to hear in concert, the fans loved it and it was always an omen of good things to come in the show. Played:  477 timesFirst:  October 19, 1971 at Northrop Auditorium, Minneapolis, MN, USALast:  July 8, 1995 at Soldier Field in Chicago MUSIC NEWS Miracle In Mundelein – second year of the festival in Mundelein a suburb northwest of Chicago.  Missed last year with JRAD but made it this year on Saturday with my sons Jonathan and Daniel, Jonathan's fiancé, Bella and Daniel's buddy AJ.  Different theme to this year's music focusing on hip hop and rap, not part of my regular music, but certainly a key genre for Daniel and AJ who filled me on details during the show. Acts:Steel Pulse - Steel Pulse are a roots reggae band from the Handsworth area of Birmingham, England. They originally formed at Handsworth Wood Boys School, and were composed of David Hinds (lead vocals, guitar), Basil Gabbidon (lead guitar, vocals), and Ronald McQueen (bass); along with Basil's brother Colin briefly on drums and Mykaell Riley (vocals, percussion). Steel Pulse were the first non-Jamaican act to win the Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album. They were initially refused live dates in Caribbean venues in Birmingham due to their Rastafarian beliefs. During the popularization of punk rock in the mid-1970's, Steel Pulse began to play punk venues such as the Hope and Anchor in London and The Electric Circus in Manchester in 1976.[1] Aligning themselves closely with the Rock Against Racism organization and featuring in its first music festival in early 1978, they chose to tour with sympathetic elements of the punk movement,[1] including the Stranglers and XTC. Eventually they found a more natural home in support slots for Burning Spear, which brought them to the attention of Island Records. Fun set that was in progress when we arrived, great sound and lots of energy that kept the crowd moving. The Soul Rebels - The Soul Rebels (also Soul Rebels Brass Band, Soul Rebels or The Rebels) are an eight-piece New Orleans based brass ensemble that incorporate elements of soul, jazz, funk, hip-hop, rock and pop music within a contemporary brass band framework.  Starting out as a local New Orleans favorite, The Soul Rebels have evolved into collaborating live with major artists in all worlds of music including:Katy PerryNasMetallicaGreen DayTrombone ShortyProdigyString Cheese IncidentUmphrey's McGeeGalacticSuzanne VegaEurythmicsLettuceGov't Mule                                               And many more The band has built its career around an eclectic live show that harnesses the power of horns and percussion in a funky party-like atmosphere. The band routinely plays over 250 shows a year. They have been described by the Village Voice as "the missing link between Public Enemy and Louis Armstrong.  The Soul Rebels consist of percussionists and founding members Lumar LeBlanc and Derrick Moss, trumpet players Julian Gosin and Marcus Hubbard, trombonists Corey Peyton and Paul Robertson, saxophonist Erion Williams, and sousaphonist Manuel Perkins Jr.                                                 On Saturday, they featured Raekwon and GZA from Wu Tang Clan.                                      RAEKWON - Corey Woods[2] (born January 12, 1970),[3][4] better known by his stage name Raekwon (/reɪˈkwɒn/, ray-KWON), is an American rapper. He rose to prominence as a founding member of the hip-hop group Wu-Tang Clan, which achieved mainstream success following the release of their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), in 1993. Raekwon would subsequently pursue a solo career, releasing his first solo album, entitled Only Built 4 Cuban Linx..., in 1995. The album received critical acclaim, and is regarded by many critics as one of the greatest hip-hop albums of all time, as well as a staple of 1990s rap.                                     Raekwon attributes the name Raekwon to the Five-Percent Nation, an offshoot of the Nation of Islam, when he was a "young kid."[11] He converted to Islam in 2009.                                     Growing up, he witnessed his mother being hit and abused by different men, an experience which he said "affected [him] a lot."[10] As a young man, his mother kicked him out of their Park Hill home when Raekwon got into an argument with her boyfriend and his mother sided with the boyfriend. During this time, he spiraled into a pattern of hopelessness and violent behavior.[8] He became addicted to cocaine and crack cocaine until he became aware of how the crack epidemic was affecting those around him, at which point "it was an automatic stop."[10]Raekwon and rap partner Ghostface Killah attended junior high school together on Staten Island.[14] Raekwon attended New Dorp High School, where he befriended rappers Remedy, Method Man and Inspectah Deck.[15]             Woods first rapped as Sha Raider. In 1992, he joined the Wu-Tang Clan, an originally nine-member rap group drawing mainly from the Staten Island but also from the Brooklyn boroughs of New York City. He rapped as Raekwon The Chef, and also used the aliases Lex Diamonds, Shallah Raekwon, and Louis Rich. After being caught in a crossfire and accidentally shot four times, Raekwon began rapping in earnest. He later described being shot as an "important eye opener." In September 2009, MTV ranked Raekwon tenth among "hottest" rappers. In December, HipHopDx's 2009 awards named Only Built For Cuban Linx... Pt. II album of the year, calling it "the Hip Hop equivalent to The Godfather 2, with Rae as revitalized as Marlon was". Raekwon won Emcee of the Year—the prior year, Nas won—while HipHopDX staff explained, Raekwon brought it back to lyrical, dope rap. He released an album that spoke to teens, twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings, and beyond. Without compromising, the Chef made an edgy Hip Hop record that refused to bastardize the catalog he laid down 15 years ago. On top of that, Rae (along with Ghostface) was a go-to for numerous rappers making albums, ranging from the Playaz Circle to Jadakiss to BK One. That's beyond real, as was a year filled with performing in arenas, clubs and even churches. When it came to mastering the ceremony, Rae had 'em all following the leader.[28]— HipHopDX GZA - Gary Eldridge Grice[2] (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names GZA (/ˈdʒɪzə/JIZ-ə) and The Genius,[3] is an American rapper. A founding member of the hip hop group Wu-Tang Clan, GZA is the group's "spiritual head", being both the first member in the group to receive a record deal and being the oldest member.[4] He has appeared on his fellow Wu-Tang members' solo projects, and has maintained a successful solo career starting with his second album Liquid Swords (1995). His lyrical style often dismisses typical rap story lines in favor of science and wide-ranging philosophies and has been characterized as "armed with sharp metaphors and a smooth flow".[5][6][7][8] An analysis of GZA's lyrics found that he has the second largest vocabulary in popular hip hop music.[9][10] He teamed up with an education group to promote science education in New York City through hip hop. In 1992, GZA joined the Wu-Tang Clan, a group of nine, formed by his cousin RZA. GZA had some high-profile appearances on the group's debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) (1993), including a solo track, "Clan in da Front".[22] This, combined with appearances on other Clan members' albums such as Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version (1995) and Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1995) brought him much recognition. According to Method Man, "we form like Voltron and GZA happens to be the head".                         The combination of the Soul Rebels beat and Raekwon's and GZA's rapping made for an exceptional set of music that caught me off guard but was worth the price of admission.  With lots of cannabis references scattered throughout their lyrics and stage talk, they were a perfect match for this festival. Wiz Khalifa - Cameron Jibril Thomaz (born September 8, 1987),[2] better known by his stage name Wiz Khalifa, is an American rapper from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He signed with the local independent label Rostrum Records to release his debut studio album, Show and Prove (2006). His contract entered a short-lived joint venture with Warner Bros. Records the following year. His Eurodance-influenced 2008 single, "Say Yeah" received urban radio airplay and entered both the Rhythmic Top 40 and Hot Rap Songs charts, becoming his first minor hit.[3] Outside of music, Thomaz has delved into acting with television roles in Dickinson and The Eric Andre Show, the lead role alongside Snoop Dogg in the 2012 stoner comedy film Mac & Devin Go to High School, and voice roles in the animated series American Dad!, Duncanville, and Big City Greens. Thomaz founded the record label Taylor Gang Entertainment in 2008, through which he has signed artists including Juicy J, Ty Dolla Sign, and Berner. Known for his abundant usage of cannabis, Thomaz launched his own cannabis brand, Khalifa Kush, in 2016, which expanded for release in nationwide dispensaries in 2022. His stage name is derived from Khalifa, an Arabic word meaning "successor", and wisdom, which was shortened to Wiz when Khalifa was a young boy.[10] Khalifa stated to Spinner.com that the name also came from being called "young Wiz 'cause I was good at everything I did, and my granddad is Muslim, so he gave me that name; he felt like that's what I was doing with my music." He got a tattoo of his stage name on his 17th birthday.[11][12] By the age of 15, he was regularly recording his music at a local studio called I.D. Labs.[13] Impressed by the young teen's talent, E. Dan, the owner of the studio offered Khalifa an intern job at the studio in exchange for free recording time. Dan, being a veteran of the Pittsburgh hip-hop scene, would help develop and mentor the young artist early on in his career. He was the headliner and lived up to the billing.  Great tunes, great stage presence, great spokesperson for cannabis.  My first experience with his music and it was very positive. A great musical education for me with my tutors, Daniel and AJ. More in MJ News  Herbie Flowers  RIPJerry Miller  RIPGoose this week at the Salt Shed, Thursday and Friday   SHOW No. 2:                    Greatest Story Ever Told                                                Track #9                                                3:25 – end                                                 INTO                                                 Devil With a Blue Dress                                                Track #10                                                0:00 – 1:33 Greatest Story – written by Hunter/Bobby/Mickey, originally called “The Pump Song” on Mickey Hart's 1972 album Rolling Thunder.  As the opening tune of Ace, it is called Greatest Story Ever Told.  But this isn't about that song.  Here, it is the lead-in to a first set couple of “extras” thrown in for some fun. "Devil with a Blue Dress On" (also known as "Devil with the Blue Dress") is a song written by Shorty Long and William "Mickey" Stevenson, first performed by Long and released as a single in 1964. A later version recorded by Mitch Ryder and The Detroit Wheels in 1966 peaked at No. 4 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.  "Devil with the Blue Dress" was originally released as Shorty Long's debut single on Motown in 1964, but the single failed to chart. The song describes a femme fatale in a blue dress and not an actual devil.[2] Two years later, Mitch Ryder and The Detroit Wheels recorded the song at Bell Sound Studios in New York City[3] as a medley with an original arrangement of Little Richard's "Good Golly, Miss Molly". Their version, released on their album, “Breakout . . . . !”,  was notably more up-tempo than Long's more blues-influenced rendition.[2] Reaching No. 4 on the Hot 100, their version of the track would end up becoming their most well-known and highest charting hit in the United States. Rolling Stone Magazine ranked it No. 428 on their list of Top 500 Songs of All Time. Basically, another great cover to showcase Brent's singing and keyboard skills.  This was the first of 3 times the Dead covered the song.  Another fun diversion by the band that kept the Deadheads guessing and not wanting to ever miss a show. The transition out of Greatest Story is seamless and makes it so you can't hear the end of Greatest Story without hearing the signature beat of Devil making it a “natural” fit. Played – 3 timesFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast:  October 4, 1987 at Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA  SHOW No. 3:                    Good Golly Miss Molly                                                Track #11                                                0:00 – end                                                 INTO                                                 Devil With a Blue Dress                                                Track #12                                                0:00 – 0:51"Good Golly, Miss Molly" is a rock 'n' roll song first recorded in 1956 by American musician Little Richard and released in January 1958 as single on the Specialty label, and later on the album, Little Richard in July 1958.[1] The song, a jump blues, was written by John Marascalco and producer Robert "Bumps" Blackwell. Although it was first recorded by Little Richard, Blackwell produced another version by the Valiants, who imitated the fast first version recorded by Little Richard, not released at that time. Although the Valiants' version was released first (in 1957), Little Richard had the hit, reaching No. 4.[2] Like all his early hits, it quickly became a rock 'n' roll standard and has subsequently been recorded by hundreds of artists. The song is ranked No. 92 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. Little Richard first heard the phrase "Good golly, Miss Molly" from a Southern DJ named Jimmy Pennick.[4] He modified the lyrics into the more suggestive "Good golly, Miss Molly/You sure like to ball." Little Richard himself later claimed that he took Ike Turner's piano intro from his influential 1951 rock and roll song "Rocket 88", and used it for "Good Golly, Miss Molly".[5] "I always liked that record," Richard recalled, "and I used to use the riff in my act, so when we were looking for a lead-in to 'Good Golly, Miss Molly', I did that and it fit." In 1966, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels incorporated "Good Golly Miss Molly" into their version of "Devil with a Blue Dress On". Their version scored a major hit, not only in Ryder's native Detroit, but nationwide, placing at No. 4 on the Billboard Top 100. As with Devil, a Brent thing.  Unfortunately, it was only around for a month.  Then vanished from the Dead's playlist thereafter.  Played:  3 times, makes senseFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast:  October 4, 1987 at Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA  MJ NEWS:             Miracle in Mudelein – a great event sponsored by Rise Dispensaries and Rhythm cultivators.  Second year, featuring great music, excellent food and drink and too many booths for dabbing from various types of rigs including a Studenglass Gravity Bong – my first time using one and it is not your father's four foot Graffix bong!  Daniel and AJ were all over it and as it turned out, the wait in line was well worth the experience.  Rather than try to explain it to you, just Google Gravity Bong and see for yourself!  Great high.             Miracle is that Lake County, a more conservative leaning county, and Mundelein permitted the event.  Attendees can bring in their own flower or extracts (supposedly only if purchased at an Illinois dispensary), smoking accessories, etc.  Rise also was selling products at the show.             A wonderful thing to attend an event and not have to hide and smuggle in your cannabis.  People lighting up everywhere, offering to share, talking strains, etc.  Police were there to keep order and otherwise let it all go on.  Very professional.             Excellent mellow crowd (what else would you expect?).  Well run.  Shot joints out of a canon.  A wonderful day and experience for those who enjoy cannabis, especially not having to hide it or pretend you don't have any when everyone knows attendees are smuggling it in anyway.             A great way to promote cannabis and help normalize it within the community.  And a fun event to be able to share with my boys, Bella and AJ.  Fun had by all.  SHOW No. 4:                    Not Fade Away                                                Track #24 (NOTE – this song is listed as Track #23 AND #24, be sure to use #24)                                                0:00 – end "Not Fade Away" is a song credited to Buddy Holly (originally under his first and middle names, Charles Hardin) and Norman Petty (although Petty's co-writing credit is likely to have been a formality[3]) and first recorded by Holly and his band, the Crickets. Holly and the Crickets recorded the song in Clovis, New Mexico, on May 27, 1957, the same day the song "Everyday" was recorded.[1] The rhythmic pattern of "Not Fade Away" is a variant of the Bo Diddley beat, "Not Fade Away" was originally released as the B-side of the hit single "Oh, Boy!" on 10.27.1957 and was included on the album The "Chirping" Crickets (1957). The Crickets' recording never charted as a single. In 2004, this song was ranked number 107 on Rolling Stone's list of "The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time". The song is closely associated with the Grateful Dead as one of their signature tunes—one which the band transformed from Holly's 1950s boy/girl romanticism to one reflecting the 1960s' more spiritual universal love. Their 1971 recording of the song is included on their second live album, Skull and Roses, paired with Going Down The Road Feeling Bad, a regular happening in the early ‘70's. Primarily a second set tune that used to show up in the second half of the second set after Drums-Space.  Beginning in 1983, the Dead began to play it as the second set closer, trailing off with “Love is real will not fade away” as they exited the stage.  A few years later, the Deadheads starting chanting the line as the Dead left the stage and in some cases, kept it up until the band reappeared for their encore, when the band would pick back up on the beat and play it for another minute or so before their encore tune, such as with this show.    Great example of the Deadheads making their mark on the show and the band being tuned in enough to play along with it.  Although sometimes if the Dead took too long to come out for the encore, the chanting would start to fade off.  And sometimes even when the chant made it all the way to the band's return on stage, the band would ignore it and just dive straight into their encore.  Fun when it all came together like this show. Played:  561 timesFirst:  February 19, 1969 at Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA, USALast:  July 5, 1995 at Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, MO (St. Louis) OUTRO:                               The Mighty Quinn                                                Track #25                                                2:11 – 3:48 Bob Dylan wrote and first recorded the song in 1967 during the Basement Tapes sessions, but did not release a version for another three years.  The song's first release was in January 1968 as "Mighty Quinn" in a version by the British band Manfred Mann, from their album Mighty Garvey, and became a great success. A demo of 14 of the 1967 Basement Tapes recordings, including the first of two takes of "Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)", was produced in 1968, but was not intended for release. Recordings taken from the demos began appearing on bootlegs, starting with Great White Wonder,[7] a double-album bootleg that came out in July 1969. The first official release of the song was in 1970 on Dylan's Self Portrait album,[14] a live recording from 1969's Isle of Wight Festival. The live version (titled "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn the Eskimo)") was also selected in 1971 for the second compilation of Dylan's career, Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. II. Covered by:  the Hollies, Leon Russell and Phish, among others. Although they never played the song with Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead started playing "The Mighty Quinn" in concert in 1985. It became a favorite encore among the Grateful Dead's fans, and remained so to the end of their career. Last verses, end with, “when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna want to doze” but the Deadheads heard it as “dose” and always gave it a big cheer. Played:  59 timesFirst:  December 30, 1985 at Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum Arena, Oakland, CA, USALast:  July 2, 1995 at Deer Creek Music Center, Noblesville, IN, USA  Shoutouts: Lary Vinocur – birthdayElena Mishkin – birthday .Produced by PodConx Deadhead Cannabis Show - https://podconx.com/podcasts/deadhead-cannabis-showLarry Mishkin - https://podconx.com/guests/larry-mishkinRob Hunt - https://podconx.com/guests/rob-huntJay Blakesberg - https://podconx.com/guests/jay-blakesbergSound Designed by Jamie Humiston - https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-humiston-91718b1b3/Recorded on Squadcast

David C. Smalley is back! He addresses his Mom's claims about Joe Biden and Donald Trump, and he brings the receipts, with help from Michael Regilio. More at dogmadebate.com

In this episode we squeeze what's left of The Juice jokes and investigate Holly Rowe's questionable past thanks to our friends at CougarBoard. Plus Pios, A's, Yotes, unemployment, and live betting the Kings and Warriors. Are you ready for some Feud??

This is a question that has been brewing in me for months now. I knew the thought came because it was time for me to face it. I've written an article about this in my Substack, Just LaShanna. This episode is your beckon to ponder the greatness that needs to be awakened in you too. THIS is a must listen! Read the article at https://bit.ly/3PaFCvz

On this episode of The 'Isolation20 Podcast' Dre jumps into his Thanksgiving weekend including the Dolly Parton moment and did his father in-law set him up?  Dre talks about a comment that flustered him to the point where he thought about quitting. We jump into the 'Down In Front' segment finding out more about a possible Toy Story 5 and Netflix's Squid Game: Challenge.  In Sports news The Pac12 Championship is set and who will be the 2023 Heisman winner?  So much more to dive into on this episode.Thank you for listening! Follow us on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Youtube @DreRawka

On this episode of The 'Isolation20 Podcast' Dre jumps into his Thanksgiving weekend including the Dolly Parton moment and did his father in-law set him up?  Dre talks about a comment that flustered him to the point where he thought about quitting. We jump into the 'Down In Front' segment finding out more about a possible Toy Story 5 and Netflix's Squid Game: Challenge.  In Sports news The Pac12 Championship is set and who will be the 2023 Heisman winner?  So much more to dive into on this episode.Thank you for listening! Follow us on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Youtube @DreRawka

Little Richard, born Richard Wayne Penniman, in 1932 Georgia. He was a trailblazing musician, singer, and songwriter whose contributions to the world of music are immeasurable. He is often referred to as the "Architect of Rock 'n' Roll" due to his pioneering role in shaping the genre during its formative years in the 1950s.Richard's musical journey began at an early age. Growing up in a deeply religious family, he sang gospel music in church, developing a powerful and dynamic vocal style that would later become his trademark. In the mid-1950s, Little Richard burst onto the music scene with a string of hits that would forever change the landscape of popular music. His energetic, flamboyant stage presence and wild piano playing, combined with his unmistakable voice, created a unique and electrifying sound. His breakthrough came with the song "Tutti Frutti" in 1955, followed by classics like "Long Tall Sally," "Lucille," and "Good Golly, Miss Molly." These hits not only topped the charts but also had a profound influence on future generations of musicians.Little Richard's impact on the development of rock 'n' roll cannot be overstated. He helped bridge the gap between rhythm and blues and rock, infusing the genre with a frenetic energy and a sense of liberation. His gender-bending, flamboyant style challenged traditional notions of masculinity and sexuality in the conservative 1950s.Despite his groundbreaking success, Richard faced numerous challenges and struggles. He grappled with issues related to his sexuality and identity, ultimately identifying as gay, though he had a complex relationship with his own orientation due to societal norms of the era. His life also saw periods of substance abuse and financial troubles. However, his resilience and enduring love for music kept him in the spotlight.In the late 1950s, Little Richard experienced a religious conversion and withdrew from the music industry to become a preacher. He returned to recording and performing in subsequent years, often balancing his dual roles as a musician and a minister. This phase of his career saw him release gospel and spiritual music, reflecting his deep faith.Throughout his lifetime, Little Richard received numerous accolades and honors for his contributions to music. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986, and his influence can be heard in the work of countless artists, including The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Prince, and David Bowie.Little Richard's impact extended beyond his music. He challenged racial segregation in the American South during the Jim Crow era by refusing to perform for segregated audiences. His actions contributed to breaking down racial barriers in the music industry, paving the way for future Black artists.News & notes:Hot Headlines: “Kansas to no longer change trans people's birth certificates to reflect gender identities” | “Tennessee elects its first transgender lawmaker” | “Alabama Public Library Service votes to create a list of inappropriate books for kids” Bands no, not those kind. More bans on LGBTQ:As another academic year gets underway, more school boards across the country are debating banning LGBTQ Pride flags, Two California school districts banned the display of LGBTQ pride flags Tuesday as organizations and municipalities move to limit flags on display, often citing the controversy around them. – USA Today The American Civil Liberties Union teamed up with the Gilbert Baker Foundation this year to create legal resources for communities across the country to fight...

The boys test their knowledge of rock ‘n roll urban legends, marvel at Molly's bountiful ballin', and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Little Richard's 1956 barnstormer, “Good Golly, Miss Molly” --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rocknrollautopsy/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rocknrollautopsy/support

The guys talk about the controversy surrounding the Dalai Lama asking a young boy to suck his tongue, people buying sex dolls to use the express lane while driving, New York hiring a rat Czar to hunt rats in the city, the biggest human poop ever found, a man who stayed awake for 11 days, a man caught smuggling illegal dead bats that he was presumably going to sell, and seven bizarre instances of people getting injured or killed while having sex.

Hey Honey Bunches! On this episode, the gals have a very special guest on to talk all about Polyamory and what putting it into action looks like. As three people who identify on different ends of the non-monogamy scale- we discuss what non-monogamy means to us and how we can practice being ethical sluts! Follow our fabulous guest on Instagram: @byalexisjayde MUSIC: Privacy x Courtney Noir FOLLOW US:  IG/Youtube/TikTok: @allyourpleasures_ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tpaypod/message

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 769, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Musical Rhyme Time 1: Completes the title of Little Richard's 1958 song "Good Golly...". Miss Molly. 2: Brian Hyland hit #1 in 1960 singing about this type of "yellow, polka-dot bikini". itsy bitsy teenie weenie. 3: In his first big hit, Roy Orbison claimed "Only" they "know how I feel". "The Lonely". 4: Freddy Cannon had a 1959 hit singing about this "Lassie". "Tallahassee Lassie". 5: Janis Joplin's only #1 song. "Me and Bobby McGee". Round 2. Category: Books On Sports 1: In "Deep Water Passage", Ann Linnea describes kayaking all the way around this largest Great Lake. Lake Superior. 2: This tennis star's memoir "Days of Grace" was published shortly after his death in February 1993. Arthur Ashe. 3: "Sir Charles" collects the wit and wisdom of this 1993 NBA MVP. Charles Barkley. 4: He wrote "The Tao of Jeet Kune Do" and starred in "Fists of Fury". Bruce Lee. 5: This one-time coach of the New England Patriots discusses leadership in "Finding a Way to Win". Bill Parcells. Round 3. Category: Famous Ships 1: Remember this ship that blew up in 1898? One inquiry said the cause of the explosion was a submarine mine. the Maine. 2: After striking a reef in 1989 it caused the largest oil spill in U.S. history. Exxon Valdez. 3: The Pearl Harbor memorial built above this sunken battleship was dedicated in 1962. the Arizona. 4: The ramains of this ship were found off Pitcairn Island in 1957. the Bounty. 5: Name shared by the 1st steamship to cross the Atlantic and the 1st nuclear-powered merchant ship. the Savannah. Round 4. Category: Bear Feat 1: At about 9 feet and 1,700 pounds, this large bear shares its name with an Alaskan island. Kodiak. 2: The Asiatic black bear also bears the beary nice name of these Indian mountains where it dwells. Himalayas. 3: Often named Bruin, this species is the most likely to be found in children's stories of Europe and Asia. Brown bear. 4: This smallest bear species bears the name of a heavenly object. Sun bear. 5: Spectacled bears are the only species found on this continent. South America. Round 5. Category: Unauthorized Biographies 1: A bio of Ms. Hewitt has this title, like an Erich Segal novel. "Love Story". 2: "Mmmbop to the Top" was the subtitle of a 1997 book on this group. Hanson. 3: This actor's life gets plenty of space in "Captain Quirk". William Shatner. 4: An unauthorized bio of Mark Wahlberg is titled "Don't Call Me" this. Marky Mark. 5: A bio of this producer of Broadway shows like "Hello, Dolly!" calls him "The Abominable Showman". David Merrick. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia! Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/

Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to

Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to