Eventually, Mark decided not to use Alice's business card after all.
It wasn't as though talking to his boss Tony about some vacation had run smoothly. As Mark had almost expected, Tony had been going on about how they, as a small business, were having a hard time "in this economy" and that they couldn't afford "giving anything less than a hundred ten percent", and that "everybody's gotta do their part", and all that. "Besides," he said, "summer's almost over, and I'm meeting our six largest clients this week. You know they're going to give us a ton to do, and I really have no idea how we would meet their timelines without you, Mark."
"Okay," Mark said, "fair enough. If you say you can't do it without me, of course I'm with you. But if I'm that irreplaceable, I think a raise is in order."
"A raise?!"
"My last one's been over two years ago already," Mark pointed out. "I'm thinking somewhere around six percent should be feasible."
Tony laughed. "Six percent! In this economy! You must be joking!"
"I'm not. Or do you think I'm not worth it?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "I thought you couldn't make deadlines without me."
"Sure you're worth it, but-" Tony scratched his neck. "Let me make you a counteroffer, Mark. How does a nice, fat December bonus sound? An additional, say, eight hundred to spend on Christmas, eh?"
Mark chuckled. "Make that a full grand, AND you're giving me a week of vacation right after Thanksgiving. I'd be okay with that."
Tony seemed to me making some calculations in his head, and eventually he sighed. "Deal," he said. "Let's put this down on paper and sign it off right now... You know that when you return in December, you're going to have one hell of a working week after that, right? Your inbox will pile up to epic proportions, especially since Eddie won't get anything done without you breathing down his neck."
"Ugh, yeah." Eddie was the latest addition to the firm Mark worked at, and while his graphic designs were brilliant, he had the tendency to get distracted if no one constantly reminded him to keep his mind on the job. "That'll be fun."
"Still sure you want that vacation?" Tony grinned.
Mark grinned right back. "Nice try, boss,"
***
Since he wasn't getting any vacation right away, following Naira's suggestion would have been impossible - and for the most part, Mark was quite relieved about that. Impregnating (and, ideally, satisfying) six women a day for the next two weeks had sounded like an awful lot of work and definitely not his idea of a "vacation". Though... to some extent, he had been a little curious whether he was really physically capable of performing like that. He usually wasn't someone to run from a challenge. Maybe at a later time, when he was able to prepare a little better...
In any case, as things were now, Mark's upcoming weeks would be pretty packed with both his job and his duties. He had given his e-mail to everybody in the mansion so that he could easily make appointments and put them into his schedule. Organizing everything had taken up most of his Sunday, and after that, it looked as though he would have a date with at least one of the women almost every day for the upcoming eleven weeks. Around a third of those "appointments" were dates with two of them at once, and in a few cases, he would have two dates in a single evening, though an hour or so apart from one another. At least Mark's weekends were still free - he knew he would need some time for himself after an entire week of this.
So right on Monday evening, Mark had his first scheduled date. It was with Stacy, the very blonde and almost girlish nurse in her early twenties Alice had introduced him to. Apparently, she, Alice and Pat often went hiking in the weekends when the weather allowed it, and that had certainly given Stacy nicely toned lied. She had come across as a very energetic, somewhat talkative person who had downed three glasses of bubbly in Mark's presence alone, and she liked to laugh a lot, the loudest about her own jokes.
She had rented a hotel room on the outskirts of town for their date, something on the cheaper side though of still very acceptable quality. Mark had thought it was maybe a little cliché and certainly impersonal, but then Stacy had quite the surprise for him: The room had been decorated appropriately for a romantic evening, with a small table for two featuring a single red candle on the far end and a very tasty salmon dinner prepared for them. There was a bottle of champagne - Moet, he nodded with appreciation - and at least thirty red heart-shaped balloons were floating on the ceiling. And to top it all off, Stacy had covered the hotel bed entirely in rose petals.
Needless to say that the evening far exceeded Mark's expectations, and when it finally came to doing what he had come for, it felt truly intimate for him - a long shot from some anonymous sex-duty that this could have been. He made Stacy scream in delight five times and came in her twice, and when he went under the shower at the end of the evening, he noticed that not only she had left some nail marks on his lower back but also several hickeys on his chest, and he hadn't even noticed how they had got there.
When Mark went to work the next day, he felt relaxed and energized, and he pretty much breezed through his job. During lunchtime, Tony walked over to him. "Someone's in a good mood today, eh?" he said.
"Sure," Mark smiled. "Things are running smoothly."
"If I had known that all it takes for that was offering you a bonus from time to time," Tony chuckled and nudged him in the side, "I'd had done that much earlier. Good that you're pulling your weight. Keep it up!"
Of course, Mark's good mood had very little to do with his bonus, but if Tony wanted to think that, he certainly wouldn't stop him. If anything, it would make the next discussions about his salary easier, and that additional six percent he had asked for could have even been possible in a few months or so.
The evening saw Mark's first double-date - Monique and Kayleigh, the latter of which he only had a foggy recollection of since he hadn't spoken to her much on the weekend. The appointment was at Monique's place, a small house in the suburbs, not exactly classy but nice and cozy. To Mark's surprise, she and Kayleigh too had prepared the place for the occasion - flowers in the living room, some Marvin Gaye from the stereo, and they had even cooked for him: pork loin and fried tomatoes, with an avocado salad on the side.
When it eventually came to lovemaking, instead of going somewhere else in the house, the three just stayed in the living room, making use of the couch and huge leather armchairs for comfort. Both Monique and Kayleigh were very demanding, constantly asking for Mark's attention, and they were even arguing over who he should be giving his seed first, though that seemed to be more like playful banter between them. They eventually decided the matter by sixty-nineing one another, with the one who came first having to let the other go first. Kayleigh won.
In the end, though, Mark couldn't have said who of the two he like better, or even who he had preferred as a sex partner. Kayleigh, with her flaming red locks and the freckles all over her very feminine, soft body seemed to have been constantly cumming underneath him, entirely enraptured with having his cock inside her, whereas Monique, black-haired, slightly older and smaller and with a much more toned body - stunning for a woman in her early thirties - had been more active, insisting on riding Mark's cock to an orgasm and preferring to go at her own pace. He had "only" felt her climax twice on him, a far cry from Kayleigh's orgasmathon, but she really seemed to be trying to make this as enjoyable for Mark as possible, and when he eventually came in her, she gave him the mother of French kisses - maybe appropriate for a woman named Monique.
It soon turned out that everybody Mark dated had made preparations to make the event as memorable and comfortable for him as possible. None of his "appointments" felt like the anonymous sex-session he had expected, none of the women he met were anything less than inviting and charming to him. And while, of course, they did expect him to give them what they needed, they weren't trying to come across as needy - quite the contrary.
Even the one date Mark had dreaded - that with Tiffany - had turned out to be very satisfying. Tiffany had invited him to her private pool, had wanted a lot of gentle hugging and kissing in the water and eventually had lain down for him, telling him to do with her whatever he wanted. He had caressed all of her perfectly toned, strong body, given her head until she had cum for him (twice, actually, after she had pleaded for him not to stop after the first one) and only then had taken her after she was perfectly relaxed, hot and slightly exhausted. When he first came in her, Tiffany put her strong arms around him and hugged him softly, so Mark hadn't pulled out, just waited until he was ready to go again and then just continued fucking her. She had her third orgasm then, and shortly afterwards, Mark shot his second load into her tight, pulsating pussy.
And so the weeks went on, with Mark spending the days working and the nights fucking. The arrangement worked much better than he had expected, and instead of his performance at his job suffering - another fear he had had - it was actually improving. There was something about satisfying at least one woman daily that increased his confidence, and even his coworkers seemed to notice that new energy in him. Even Eddie, usually someone whose work he had to monitor a lot, started to become more productive when Mark was in the same office, and he seemed to actively try to get on his good side.
Unfortunately, Mark's plan to have free weekends didn't work out for very long. It was during his third week into the agreements when he received e-mails from women he hadn't met at the mansion before. Word about him and what he was doing had apparently spread, and two who wrote to him even made reference to hearing about him from Mona. He had written back that his next free timeslots were in around eight weeks, but that had only resulted in them sending him nudes and kindly asking him to look at his schedule again. Mark quickly decided that he probably could manage with one additional date during the weekend, or maybe even a double-date, and that's what he went along with.
Nine weeks went by like this, and Mark was more popular both at his job and at his nightlife than ever. New women approached him regularly now, some of them willing to be put at the back of his schedule, some not, and even Holly wrote to him, telling him that their daughter was healthy and beautiful, and that she wanted to meet him again soon. She was the first but hardly the last one who actively asked to stay in touch, not for more baby-making but certainly for all sorts of fun activities. Mona, strangely, hadn't been among the ones writing him, but Mark's mind was too occupied to take much notice of that.
It was apparent that in the long run, if numbers stayed like this, it would probably boil down to two or three dates a week for him, which Mark was very comfortable with. He was feeling better than ever, healthier, maybe stronger too, and while he wasn't really feeling the urge to exercise, he picked up jogging on Saturday mornings just to work out the parts of his body that weren't doing much during his nights.
It was during one of these Saturday mornings when, during a part of Mark's routine that led through a small park, a young woman came running from a side path and joined up with him, keeping his pace. She seemed to be quite young, in her early twenties at the most, and was wearing a tracksuit in dark pink and white, with a matching cap struggling to contain her flowing long black locks.
"Are you Mark?" she eventually asked after having run by his side for a few minutes.
"Oh." Mark had to smile. "I am Mark, indeed. And you are?"
