Meeting the Wealthy

We arrived late Monday after a layover in New York for fueling. It had been a tiring three days. Lori and I ate dinner and then went to bed. We had discussed the move into my Penthouse, and she was going to select what she wanted to move over with a moving crew after school tomorrow, the rest would be donated to Habitat for Humanity for their store.

After this was all taken care of on Tuesday, we sat down and discussed our day and the month's plans.

"School was fun, everyone was excited about my engagement," Lori said pouring a glass of white wine to eat with her meal. Our chef had prepared shrimp and prime rib for the evening meal. "I heard a lot of how lucky I was. And I am, not about wealth but about the companionship we have. I love you, Brian."

"I love you as well Lori and am looking forward to our life ahead. My day was filled with catching up on mail, email, and projects. Retail stores are struggling. We are looking to buy several chains to incorporate into our branding. What is wiping them out if shoplifting and our security is top notch along with aggressive prosecution both in civil and criminal courts across the nation."

"Tomorrow we are meeting for dinner with my parents at Fisherman's. I thought of meeting here, but I don't think it is a good idea. Mom was rude when I reminded her today we would have a car pick them up at 6. They are set in their ways and not happy I am a working woman."

"I am glad you are a schoolteacher. As I told you, I have a few dollars, so you don't have to work, teaching is a great way to give back. The school was receptive to our security being on campus for your protection. We have started talks with the school superintendent about building a business center at Rainier Beach, to offer an educational experience for high school students which will put them ahead of many college graduates. We have let them know you will be heading it up with a direct tie to the University Washington School of Business."

"You never cease to amaze me," Lori responded taking our plates into the kitchen. She started to scrape them for the dishwasher when our housekeeper stepped in and took over.

Walking back through the dining room she said, "It will take me some time to get used to people waiting on me."

"It will give you more time to wait on me," Brian laughed. "I have a couple of hours of office work, something I have been in the habit of doing when I get home after dinner. We can then watch TV or go to bed."

"I vote for going to bed," Lori winked. "I will probably beat you there."

When I finished up, Lori was waiting for me. She had on a see-through wrap and a see-through thong. She was lying on top of the bedspread, its black fabric making our white skin stand out. I could see through the thong she had a Brazilian wax, very hot. Must have done it on her way home after showing the workers what she wanted to keep. My cock was already getting hot looking at her.

I slipped out of my clothing and jumped on the bed. "Worth coming home to every night," I told her. "I am a lucky man to have found you."

I took her wrap off and kissed her supple breasts, our nipples hard from anticipation. She pulled my head up to make out. We both loved to French kiss, her mouth tasted so good. Well, everything about Lori tasted great.

"Do you think we will ever get tired of this?" Lori asked.

"Never," I quickly responded. "It is fun to play with others, but I always look forward to us. With them, it is more business, with us, it is a pleasure ride."

"Do you think the Queen is pregnant?'

"If what they said about her date for fertility, I have no doubt. Do you want children?"

"I do and I don't, at least not right now. We have so much to do, children will slow us down. You said you already have given someone a child. Who?"

"First, we will hire a nanny to help us raise our children. So, whenever you want, we can plan it," I told her, my singers playing inside her pussy. "The child is a secret, but I want no secrets between us. Like the King, our President is infertile. The three-year-old you see on the news I am the father. It is up to them if they ever tell him. He has gotten a lot of gifts for his birthdays and Christmas. We have an agreement; he is not my child and never will be. There are a lot of men and women like the King and President. I thought about this at the Palace. I am working for a company, Surrogates International, to help make wishes come true. The surrogates will be paid so it will help them financially, and the families wanting a child."

"That is so cool," Lori said, jumping as my fingers played with her clit.

"Let's get down to business, monkey business," I said sliding down to her pussy, pulling off her damp thong. "I like the look, the wax job," I told her as I plunged in, eating her pussy. "You always taste so nice down here, well everywhere," I said, my tongue lapping up her running juices until she orgasmed. I pulled her legs back exposing her rosebud which I kissed licked and pushed my tongue into.

"Will you fuck my ass; I like the way you make anal play so hot," Lori said.

I continued to lap her ass. I got behind her on the bed as she lay on her back, fondling her breasts with her legs bent back. I had a bottle of ass lube, designed to desensitize the anal opening so it didn't hurt as much when you were being fucking. I applied it on her pucker and my cock, slowly sliding in as she pushed out to allow my hick cock inside.

"That feels so nice," she said as I moved into her. I felt the mushroom of my head ease through her ring, she was relaxing to let me in but still so tight.

"Yes, that is what I want tonight. To feel that monster inside me." She said.

My motion picked up. I would not last long as her muscles tightened, her orgasm started again, and my cock blasted my load inside.

"Sorry I did not last long," I told her. "You are so tight and hot, though I am glad you orgasmed with me. I guess not every love session can last into the late hours." I told her,

"I was enough, just what I needed for the night. We have a lifetime of making love ahead of us." Lori told me.

After a shower we found our way into bed, cuddling and falling asleep.

Morning came too quickly. Lori was being driven to work, and I had an emergency meeting with the mayor and owners of the Seahawk football team in our boardroom.

When I arrived, they were already seated. We set out coffee and pastries and I took my seat at the middle of the table opposite where they sat. I have several of my staff beside me, my attorney, there because when it involves someone from the government, one never knows what direction it would be.

"Gentlemen," I greeted them shaking hands. "What can we do for you this morning?"

"We have a major problem," the mayor began. "The Seahawks are going on the market, and the owners have given the city two weeks to find a buyer before it goes to the Midwest with owners. You are the only one who could afford to put this deal together."

"I am not looking to buy a team, I have avoided sports franchises, not enough return for the investment," I responded.

"The team is important to the city," the mayor told us, "You said you would do what you can to help Seattle be a major player in cities, and the loss of the football team would put a ding in being a first-class community, plus the loss for fans, the twelfth man."

"I bet the price is well worth it. How much are you two selling it for."

"We are looking at $10 billion. That is the current offer." One of the brothers said.

"It's not worth ten billion, at the most six and that would be a fool's purchase. You have not made the playoffs in 7 years. I keep track of sports teams; we have a box at the stadium. Have you included the stadium that you own in the deal? I asked.

"No, we are keeping it." The other brother chimed in.

"I heard you were in financial trouble a few weeks back. Because I love Seattle, I had my team look into it. You take me for a fool with the price."

"We are offering you an opportunity before a new buyer moves it." One of the brothers stated.

"Okay, let me share what I know, and you tell me if I am a fool for saying no. You are the third generation to own the team your grandfather bought years ago. They did well, winning a few Super Bowls and your family was financially strong, making money off investments, mainly the stock market. When your parents took over, times were a little tighter, cuts were made in expenditures to keep this afloat. When you two took over, things did not go well. You are on the verge of bankruptcy. You gambled away a lot of money, borrowed money but not from banks because they would not loan to you, and the loan sharks have called the bill due to giving you 30 days to pay or things will get a bit dicey. With no money and no lenders, the only assets you have are the team and the stadium. Water, sewer, and garbage have been cut off, you couldn't pay the bill and in a week the power company is shutting you down. The stadium is in disrepair, that is why no concerts lately and it keeps getting worse. You cannot afford to pay the team, a team that you overspent on salaries because no one wants to play in Seattle, so you have once great players getting at least 5 times what they are worth just to field a team, and you continue to lose which means the stadium is not full for home games. How am I doing so far?"

"Well, we are not sure how accurate you are." They replied.

"How about this," I continued. "Your debt is 5 billion, the interest is unbelievable, but you are desperate. The team is worth on the market and in its condition 4 billion. It was almost 7 when your dad ran it. You don't have a buyer in the Midwest, it's just a story to generate a buyer in Seattle and you know I can more than afford it. It is going to cost me to replace player contracts, and upgrade the stadium, god knows you cannot afford to, the Jumbo Tron doesn't even work."

"We will fix everything if you buy the team."

"Mr. Mayor, I love the city. We are an international company, we just got back from London where we opened a new business investment, spent the day with the King and Queen at Buckingham Palace where they encouraged us to invest more with great financial incentives. Unlike the tax you are seeking to place on wealthy businesses which will result in us moving out of Seattle, by the way.

"We can do something to incentivize you to stay in Seattle," the mayor cut in.

"I'm sure you can and will. Here is my offer to you gentlemen. I will save your lives from your financiers. I will pay the 6 billion and the interest you owe to the team and the stadium. This leaves you with a billion which I hope you don't waste away. Deal?"

"That is not a real deal," one of the brothers said. "Our price is 10 billion for the team only. You want to save sports in Seattle?"

"Our business here is done. This was a one-time offer. Sorry, Mr. Mayor wish I could have helped."

I got up and walked to the door, my staff followed when they called to come back.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"We will do the offer for the team, not the stadium." They said.

I turned around and walked outside. When we got outside, I told my assistant to cancel my suite at the stadium. I almost became a sports owner, something that is more publicity than profit. I have no doubt this is not the last I will hear from them.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Lots of congratulations on my engagement, and I spent the day following up on the 10 projects like London's we have going. Plus, a look at the daily reports I receive on the 14 DECA students and their investments. Hopefully, they are doing better than the two brothers I met with.

I went home and Lori was already home getting ready for dinner with her parents. We had a limo picking them up at their home and bringing them to Fisherman's International -- Seattle, we were naming the restaurants at our locations being built with the city name at the end. Each restaurant is styled after the one in Seattle.

Lori warned me to be prepared to meet her parents more as adversaries than as future relatives. I already had that earlier in the day with the two brothers.

I was dressed in a tailored suit, Lori wearing a new tailored dress as we got in the back of our car and our security guards drove us to Fisherman's. Her parents were just exiting their car when we noticed them as we stood in the lobby awaiting them.

Lori introduced them to me, "This is my mother Kate, and my father Carl." She said as I hugged her mother and kissed her cheek and shook her dad's hand.

The server took us to a window seat, our security detail took the three tables around us. The sun was setting an early winter close to darkness as we watched a ferry boat glide out from the terminal on the waterfront across the Salish Sea to Bremerton.

I ordered Calamari as an appetizer along with a Shrimp Cocktail for everyone.

"I have been looking forward to meeting you," I told them as the waiter brought bread and butter to the table.

"It is nice to know about you. Lori did not tell us she was dating anyone, so it was a surprise to hear you were engaged." Her mom said, butter a piece of warm bread.

"I'm sorry Mom, we have been so busy, we just got back from a 3-day weekend in London, and his proposal was so unexpected. See my ring," Lori said flashing the right for her parents to see.

"It's my fault. I have taken so much of her time." I said. "We were with the King and Queen on Monday, the opening of our international stores, restaurant, and hotel along with our sporting goods and clothing stores, time has just flown by and when we got on the plane, sleep was a priority. I run a busy schedule."

"How does someone have a relationship, more or less fall in love?" her dad asked.

"We have made it work Dad," Lori responded.

Everyone became absorbed in the menu and things quieted down. The waiter took our drink order, water all around, they had coffee, and Lori and I ordered a bottle of wine.

"Don't worry about the cost, they never make money off me when I eat here," I laughed.

"As wealthy as the papers say you are, they don't charge you to eat here?" her dad asked.

"I own the restaurant, so no, they never had me a bill," I told him.

We ordered everyone having some sort of surf and turf, either salmon, lobster, or shrimp. Our security team placed their order, I also had appetizers sent to their table.

The wine steward brought the wine, uncorked, and had me sniff the cork. He poured a small amount into the wine flute. He started to hand it to me, but I pointed to Lori, who swirled it in her mouth and said it was okay.

"You sure you would not like a glass of wine?" I asked them.

"We don't drink alcohol. I'm surprised Lori is. Then I am sure your lifestyle is far different than how she was raised." Her mom commented.

Dinner was served. I asked what Lori's life was like, she doesn't talk about it." I asked.

"We grew up in Idaho. We worked in the potato fields, something Idaho is known for. Carl had worked up to field foreman. I worked in the warehouse sorting spuds." Her mother began.

"There was another couple we were friends with. They had a boy Lori's age."

"Come on Mom, he doesn't need to hear this." Lori interrupted.

"Yes, he does. In elementary school, we decided Lori would marry him after high school. He worked weekends in the fields during high school, putting money away so they could get a house when they graduated. When she finished school, she announced she would attend college to be a schoolteacher. We were shocked and tried to talk her out of it. She packed up and moved to Seattle where she got her teaching education. We told her she was wasting her life, women should be barefoot and pregnant until they could have no more children, and then they worked. I would have more than Lori, but I had complications and could have no more. When she left for school, she left a nice young man heartbroken."

"We moved to Seattle to keep an eye on her, to talk her into moving back. We got jobs here, I work as a housekeeper at a local hotel, and he works in the laundry room there. We will be moving back home if she marries someone other than the guy she was pledged to."

"I am sorry to hear that," I said to them as we finished dinner. The waiter had asked about dessert, but they declined.

"I wanted to meet you, to get to know Lori's parents. We are planning a small wedding for her family since mine are all deceased. I also need to set up security for you both, you are potential targets for people looking for ransom. I can also get you better-paying jobs, or you don't have to work, I have enough wealth to have you retire."

"You are most generous," her dad responded.

"It does not change our purpose here in Seattle," her mom interrupted. "Lori, are you intent on marrying this man?

"Mom, we are in love, yes I plan on marrying Brian."

"That is what we did not want to hear. We don't care how much money he has. We don't approve of the lifestyle he is living, and unfortunately, I guess, you do as well. You have broken our hearts. Mr. Smith, we don't need your security, your job offers, or your money. We are returning to Idaho this week since Lori has been a choice to abandon her family. This will be our last meeting and acknowledge you both. If you could, get your driver to take us home. Thanks for dinner." Her mom concluded as they stood and headed for the door, no hugs or even looking back."

It was a difficult time back home; Lori cried the entire ride. I tried to comfort her but what can one say? I told her I would withdraw my proposal when she told me she did not love this guy they picked out, she loved me. He just wanted to make her a baby factory and was not affectionate at all. He never kissed her or touched her; told her he was looking forward to impregnating her when they married but was not interested in sex while she was pregnant.

At home, she went to the bedroom and fell asleep. I got in bed, cuddled, and fell asleep as well. I did not have time to go into detail about the football team or tell her the plans our staff had made for the DECA conference.

"I'm sorry," Lori said in the morning. "I needed some sleep and to think this through. I hope they come around, but I don't know if they will. Mom is so stubborn, and Dad lets her have her way.

"How about a small wedding?"

"I don't need a big one," Lori said as she went to the shower to get ready for the day.

"Let's fly to Vegas after work Friday, get married Saturday, and fly back on Sunday," I said. "This way I don't have to worry about you headed to Idaho and becoming a baby factory." I laughed.

Lori laughed when I said it. "Can I bring a couple of my teaching friends and some of your close staff?" she asked.

"Let me know how many, they can fly down and back and I will have my assistant make hotel reservations. I will need the information tomorrow so ask them today."

The rest of the week went smoothly, the DECA conference was in two weeks, then we were opening another of our clubs and all the following weekend. The London investment was doing well, tempting to open another international venture this year but wading through an understanding of overseas investments was a challenge, so much we did not understand until afterwards.