Pt. 62 - Mixing Business and Fun!

This is part 62 of my continuing story.

I recommend reading

Pt. 61 - No Rest for The Weary

before you get started on this chapter.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.

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Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

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Friday afternoon, Maui, late January, the day before my 29

th

birthday

Courtney and I landed and after picking up our bags, we got into the town car Ali, my girl next door, had arranged to get us to our hotels.

The first stop was dropping Courtney at her hotel. I gave her a wad of some serious cash so she could enjoy the time she would be spending during her photo shoot. I didn't know her financial situation, but I had the cash so why not give her a gift.

After all, she had asked me to give her what Pamela was getting from me.

That meant hot sex and satisfying my desire to deposit my sauce into all three of her holes. If the blowjob she gave me at the tennis club in

Pt. 46 - I Pull a Hat Trick Plus!

was any indication of what our time together would be like, I was all in.

Smiling, Courtney opened her purse and handed me a tiny pair of black silk thong panties. "So, you'll remember me," she whispered to me. As if I would forget!

And with a soft kiss on the lips, no tongue, and a nice hug full on tits up against my chest, she sauntered into her hotel.

She knew I would be watching. She had a great ass!

(I texted Courtney later that night to remind her to send me some shots from the modeling assignment as I had a paying, non-modeling job in mind for her and could she be back in Sacramento on Monday in time to have cocktails with my boss, Jack Colton, and his marketing director, Missy?).

Back in the town car, on the way to my hotel, I sent a text to Ali:

I'm on the way to the hotel. I've missed you. What time will I see you?

She replied:

"I'll be at the hotel right around six. I made reservations for four at 8pm at the rooftop restaurant. When I see you, I want a hug, a kiss, a rub, a grope, a lick and your dick! In that order!

Me:

I'm looking forward to all of those. My hands and cock are already twitching. My tongue is ready too.

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I had the bellman take my bags up to our suite and with a few hours to kill, I picked up a couple of newspapers and went out to the adults only pool, scouted the talent (a few lookers but a few beached whales too), laid down on a lounge chair and had some time to think...

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Back to Arizona, mid-December

The last time I was in Scottsdale, in mid-December, I spent a few nights with Missy. You met Missy in

Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours

.

After a wonderful, sex filled night, I went to the gym at 5:30am that Friday morning, knowing that if I didn't work out then I never would. I left a nude and totally fucked out Missy dripping from her holes, sound asleep, wrapped in the sheets.

I returned to the suite bearing gifts for Missy, my lover.

Meaning hot coffee, sugar and creamer, along with scones and muffins.

I opened the door to our suite and found my redhaired darling lying on a towel on the carpet, doing her morning stretches.

Her form was incredible. Every inch of her was natural and solid. Not like a weightlifter but someone who took care of herself. Really good care of herself!

The strawberry red hair on her head matched her eyebrows and her sparsely covered pussy. Her skin was pale, with little red freckles.

As for her ass, she had a ballet dancer's butt, short and firm. Her proud breasts were slightly more than a handful, I estimated them to be 34D, hefty enough for me, capped with nice pink pebbles that I loved to tease, pull, nibble and suck.

We were great in bed together, but we weren't together all that often, owing to our busy travel schedules.

Missy was naked and wanted me naked too.

Missy quickly undressed me, telling me, "I want you naked when we are alone!"

Kissing me, she pulled my tee shirt off, then dropped to her knees, getting my shoes and socks off.

She laughed because I had gone commando to the gym!

Missy put a towel on one of the chairs, and had me sit, my legs lifted over the arms, fully exposed.

"I love looking at your big balls and your thick, long, cock." She bent down, her breasts dangling in temptation, and kissed me. Missy loved to kiss me.

She went into the bathroom and brought out a warm, wet washcloth, and she knelt to clean my starfish.

Grinning, she shared, "I love rimming you."

I loved her rimming me too.

She finished her little cleaning job, announcing, "Your butt hole is clean, my lord! It's ready for my tongue!"

I was sporting a chubby, but with the pleasurable action of her tongue teasing my exit hole, I was well on my way. I liked what she was doing so much, I pushed my ass closer to the edge of the chair and spread my thighs even further apart.

My groans of pleasure could have been heard down the hallway of the hotel.

After a generous time spent on my asshole, my semi still flopped out in front of me, and without using her hands, Missy brought her mouth to the tip, teasing it with the warmth of her hot coffee.

She suckled for a minute, but as my cock started to respond, she pulled her lips off and looked at my cock.

"You have hair growing on your dick! How can I please you if I'm always spitting out your pubes?"

Back from the bathroom with her pink travel razor in hand, with some shaving cream, she pulled my cock up, stretching it, getting full access to my pink love muscle.

With a smile, she proceeded to slowly shave my cock from base to tip, and back again, being generous, thank God, with the shaving cream, until she was satisfied with her effort. Me, I breathed a sigh of relief that the sharp metal was now away from my most treasured organ!

Kneeling between my widespread thighs, she proceeded to give me a hot coffee blowjob, a heavenly treat for any man.

"I love your sweaty balls" she cooed, as she gave me a nice tongue lashing, licking me clean of my dried perspiration.

As for my taint, well, Missy spent plenty of time licking, kissing and rubbing, and of course, teasing, getting me hard but not letting me cum.

I was soon begging, begging her to let me explode, and she kept responding by saying, "No, you have to wait."

At one point she held my hands down so I wouldn't start whacking off!

She spent a lot of time on my balls, sharing with me that she liked my big balls because they created tons of man sauce, which she loved to swallow.

And she loved how my gobs dripped out of her, from her ass and her pussy.

"This is where life begins, right here," as she kissed, licked, teased, nipped and stroked my now heavy balls.

I shivered in pleasure at her delightful touch.

My head was back against the chair, my mouth open with my eyes closed as I simply enjoyed the sensation of this gorgeous creature at work satisfying me.

"I love it when your balls get all crinkled," she cooed and then she laughed and whispered to me, "I like to lick them smooth."

I whimpered. As in, this is beyond amazing. I was overloaded with the pleasure she was giving me. I'm sure some precum was in my immediate future.

"You came in here all stressed. Tell me lover, what can I do to ease your pain?"

I just smiled, she already had me well on my way to heaven on earth. The stress in my brain and my body was now concentrated on my dick, my balls and my starfish.

Missy continued her efforts, mewing and cooing as she varied her approach to keeping me on the brink through her edging.

I continued to beg for relief, and she responded with a smile, "Soon, baby, soon."

My cock was throbbing, my balls were filled to the brim and my asshole loved the extra special attention this redhaired beauty was continuing giving to it.

At one point she got up and turned to me and said with a smile, "No touching yourself!"

Missy started up the shower and then standing in front of me, hands on her hips, her face flushed with excitement, her lips puffy, her nipples hard and her pussy damp, with an aroma emanating that was nature at its best, asked me a simple question, "Mouth, pussy or ass?"

My cock was large, hard and ready for action. More than ready for action. I needed to drop my load!

I could feel the weight of my balls, now filled to the brim with swimmers, and my cock was throbbing, in search of a destination.

My coffee got cold, but I didn't care. Her cunt was addictive, and I loved being in and then coming in her tight pussy. I could get used to fucking her every day.

Missy was wife material.

No more waiting. I took her from behind in the shower. One hand on her tits, one on her clit and my cock moving like a piston, skin slapping in the water, bringing her to screaming orgasms until I finally emptied my overly full balls completely in her welcoming love tunnel.

I collapsed into her as I finished the deed. I was sure that if she hadn't been on the pill, that love match would have made her pregnant, possibly with twins!

Her pussy was addictive, and I could have played all day, but I had some meetings to get to and Missy needed to get to her appointments.

After our nice post-morning coffee fuck fest, we both had business to attend to; she was off to visit some of the car dealerships and I needed to spend some time on my own business.

Meaning: The Impregnation for Serious Cash Company. Global Fertility Partners. My cash cow. My retirement fund. My pile of "Fuck You" money.

My first stop was at a business in North Scottsdale specializing in personality profiles. Chances are, you might be familiar with DISC personality and communications style profile. This assessment can be done online quickly and provides some serious insights into people at an accurate rating of around ninety percent. This would be a useful tool when recruiting men to be donors for Global Fertility Partners. And for the female clients as well. We settled on a monthly retainer, and I was assigned two senior executives that were available for counsel on any of the assessments that donors or clients took.

My second stop was at a private investigation firm. Owned by former Secret Service and FBI Agents, I wanted to learn how they worked when screening male donors, and possibly female clients. I needed serious and in-depth background checks done. They took my company on as a client and agreed to email an agreement over early the following week. They'd be on a retainer.

My third stop was at a very exclusive medical clinic. By appointment only. By referral only. Not open to the public.

It wasn't enough to have a personality profile completed, or an extensive background check done. I needed to know what kind of physical shape my donors were in, and what their genetics were.

For example, let's say that I wanted to bring onboard a healthy twenty-nine-year-old as a donor. Tall, educated, handsome, outgoing, with large hands indicating, hopefully, a long, thick cock.

If the genetics background review indicated that he had a history of cancer or other significant diseases in his body or in his family, he would not make the cut.

Taking full advantage of my legal network, I reached out to an employment law firm to create a donor application that would allow us to conduct the personality assessment, background check and the medical tests. Again, another retainer.

I had realized that for all of this to work, despite being in a digital age, the donor candidates would need to visit, in person, Scottsdale. Which meant I would need an office and a team to escort these gentlemen to their appointments as they went through the vetting process.

Hence, the reason for my fuck fest with Jessica the banker in Las Vegas. I needed someone to find a building. Why not her? I found her competent, and Jack Colton had personally recommended her. She wanted to have a three way with me and her live-in female lover. That was a nice bonus. For me and for the two ladies too!

You can read about my time with Jessica in

Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours

.

I got on the phone and spoke with Debra, my co-owner of the event planning company and asked her to create and send me a short outline with a timetable of what it would take to staff an office of "ambassadors" who would be taking care of the donors visiting Scottsdale for a day or two.

I also gave her a heads up that she might be making a quick trip to Oahu, so she needed to be ready.

"Hawaii? With you? Just tell me where to meet you!" was her reply.

My final task that morning was to reach out to the PGA, and secure information about sponsorships at the various golf tournaments for the golf year just ahead.

I was able to make a nice arrangement for my newest company, Global Human Capital, for the Sony Open in Hawaii. Yes, it was expensive, but I needed to get things going on recruiting donors for Global Fertility Partners.

They wanted a bond in the amount of $10 million. GULP!

They wanted a commitment to sponsor the 19

th

hole (cocktail party, light appetizers, no dinner) for the players, caddies and family members at the major events. This would cost $50,000 per tournament. GULP!

They wanted to know who would be onsite in charge of each event. I told them I had to get back to them on this but that I would have a name within the next two days. They were okay with that.

And they asked when I could get to Honolulu to check out the first tournament, the Sony Open. I told them I could be there tomorrow; that I would catch a flight in the morning. My response worked in our favor. I was given the name of the onsite contact as well as how to reach her.

I called my banker and made the arrangements for the money to be wire transferred once the documents were signed. She also arranged for the bond.

The question was who I was going to bring along for this assignment. Besides Jenna and Debra. I needed a decision maker to run the show.

She was living in Sedona, and you met her

Pt. 33 - My Third Married Woman

and her name is Lauren.

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Back at the hotel, at about 1pm, I wolfed down a sandwich and some sparkling water then sat in the Boardroom where I held a series of meetings.

First on the list was to meet Jenna. You met her in

Pt. 50 - I'm Living The Dream!

when I fired her from The Corporation.

The purpose of this session was to formally separate Jenna from the ESOP as her executive leadership position in the car dealership segment was being eliminated. I had a severance check for her as well as the COBRA benefits information. Jenna had already cleaned out her office, turned in her leased car and cell phone. IT had shut off her email.

She'd be on the payroll of the ESOP until midnight on December 31, and then at 12:01am she'd be on the payroll of her new employer. Jenna's new position, Executive Vice President of Sports Recruiting, at Global Human Capital. My newest company.

I told Jenna about the PGA and the Sony Open commitment I had made.

"I'm going to Hawaii with you?" she smiled.

"Yes, you are, and there will be some others on going, I am just not sure who yet."

Second, I was going to have Jenna go through orientation to learn about Global Fertility Partners. For that, Doctor Tina was going to be present. Tina was going to fly down from Sacramento for a dinner meeting with Jenna that night. No need for me to be there. Jenna would leave for Oahu the next day.

I had already prepped Jenna to secure some names of "B" players on the PGA tour that were based in the Valley of the Sun (greater Phoenix) as possible guests for our second Nude Dinner under the new company name.

We would be holding that in January around the time of the Phoenix Open.

I also asked Jenna to select a couple of short-term estate rentals where we could host the first few Nude Dinners in either Scottsdale or Paradise Valley. We could visit them on my next visit.

I sent her packing to meet with Dr. Tina and to get packed for Hawaii. I'd text her the travel details later that afternoon.

We parted with a handshake.

I would not be doing any fishing off the company pier. But she was smiling. A good sign. I needed her to be on board and to be successful at her new job.

The next thing on my list was to interview a chef for The Nude Dinners. I'd been watching some of these television shows ("Chopped" and "Master Chef") plus searching Indeed and other industry specific websites looking for a suitable hot female chef.

One that had questionable morals (only kidding) and was good with traveling.

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I didn't want to spend (waste) time in the kitchen while my candidates prepared food so what I asked was that my two top choices prepare small plates and bring them to the hotel conference room at the appointed time so I could sample the goods.

The top candidates that got through my resume screening had to sign NDAs before proceeding. I also got all their PPI (personal, private information) for my files.

Once I received those documents, I scheduled Zoom calls and explained the whole Nude Dinner concept as it fit in with our recruiting effort for Global Fertility Partners.

The final two candidates seemed to be okay with what I was trying to do. It helped that the pay and benefits were far above a normal chef's salary. Plus, there was travel involved, which was appealing. And they would no longer be supervising anyone.

I also decided that if I liked both candidates, I'd hire both. Backup planning should start before anything gets going. Redundancy and bench depth matters.

Lynn was my first candidate. She was a short-haired brunette, standing about five feet, five inches tall. No wedding ring. But I would ask just in case. She'd had her hair done nicely and had pearl earrings. Her manicured nails were short, perfect for a chef. I liked her.

She arrived on time, but her choice of one of her menu items was questionable. By that I mean, her entree was just too complicated for kitchen neophytes to make in the time we had.

While she was a nice lady, with a great background, and was very attractive, one of the dishes she brought was some garlic laden entrée and candidly, it was overwhelming. Meaning, and I like garlic, but it stunk up the conference room.

I could smell the garlic before Lynn entered the room. Not a good opening act. But she was a lovely, friendly person and I set aside my first impression and went with the flow. I had no idea what her figure was like, as she had it well hidden with her chef's outfit.

Sampling her food, I told her it was excellent. Hiring her on the spot, I confirmed that she was okay with the nude part. She laughed and said that she was. She volunteered because she was single too. No need for me to worry about jealous boyfriends or a husband. Thank God.