George reflected on the past weeks; a girlfriend dropped out of the sky, and he enjoyed the laid-back Colorado lifestyle. He was also happy that he was not putting in twelve to fourteen hour days. Other than feeling the need to get the Society's project further along things were great.
George and Paul and Samantha did meet and prepare a plan and forwarded it to the society. They did not hear anything back, but continued to observe the compound.
One evening Samantha found herself in her favorite position; jogging up and down on George's cock. She leaned down and kissed him. Taking his hands she brought them up to her breasts.
"Most guys I have been with gravitate to my tits, you seem ambivalent?" said Samantha.
"I dream of your breasts, ever since the first time I met you. But you have other attributes that I enjoy," responded George.
Samantha leaned down and kissed him again. George embraced her.
"George I have some bad news. I am traveling to New York tomorrow. You could come if you want?"
"I am not ready to visit the land of Ma Ma," said George.
"I am going to meet an artist that I want to represent and of course do some shopping, I haven't a thing to wear," Samantha said with a laugh.
"I think that you will need to clear your closet before you acquire any more fashion," said George.
"You will shut your mouth, George Rogers."
The one thing that drew George to her was that she was always well dressed. It was never just jeans and a T-shirt. She was a far cry from the women that he associated with in San Francisco. His ex-girl friend was a medical resident and lived in Scrubs. Other women that he knew followed the boys and wore anything that was clean.
Samantha rose and started to jog up and down on George's cock again. "I will miss this, I don't know if my friend in New York is as talented as you I will just imagine you as I bang on my friend."
"That really helps my fragile ego; knowing that you have another man in New York. Do you have a man in every city?" asked George
"George make me cum darling."
George moved to put her on her back and started to ram his cock in and out of Samantha's cunt. His hands were busy massaging her nipples and his tongue was licking her ear. He felt her breathing deepen and the rhythm broke. She suddenly went stiff and He felt his cock bathed in her cum. He continued to move in and out until he also climaxed shooting a load in her cunt.
Later Samantha was off the bed and getting dressed. She leaned down and kissed George. Her hand slipped down and caressed his cock. "I will see you in a week," said Samantha.
George felt tightness in his groin. His hand was repelled when he tried to grab his cock. "What did you do?" asked George.
"I put a celibacy spell on you darling. I got you locked up," said Samantha with a laugh.
"Very funny Madam Samantha."
"Call me that again and I will leave it on for the rest of the week."
"Yes Ma'am," said George.
George felt his groin return to normal. He finished dressing and walked over and kissed Samantha. They walked down the stairs and Samantha started to walk out to the patio.
"How are you getting to New York?" asked George.
"One of the advantages of owning an aviation company is that one of the divisions is a Jet time share. I leave early morning tomorrow," replied Samantha.
George kissed her again and watched Samantha climb the hill to her house. He then took the elevator to the second floor and started working on his computer. It dinged indicating he had an email. He didn't recognize the sender "wild.witch@brew.com
Subject: You're the best
"George I was being an ass and yanking your chain. I do not have a "friend" in New York. So I will not be banging on someone thinking of you; I will just be thinking of you. I am going to see if I can represent a new artist. And of course I need to shop.
The past month has been fantastic darling.
See you in a Week
Samantha"
He hit the reply button and simply wrote "I agree it has been good for me also; see you in a week."
A few days later George was in his office when he heard the doorbell ring. In fact it was the first time he heard the doorbell. Samantha just popped in and he was able to see visitors coming up the drive and met them at the door. The bell rang again and George walked down the stairs to the front entrance; standing in front of him was a tall African-American woman in her mid twenties. Behind her was a mini-van with a magnetic sigh "Carol's Cleaners."
"Hello Mr. Rogers I'm Carol and as you can see I do house cleaning. I was wondering if I could come in and discuss my service with you?"
"I don't think that I need a cleaning service I occupy a few rooms of the house.
The young woman boldly walked past George and stood in the entrance hall. "Shut the door Mr. Rogers we have things to discuss."
George surprised at the woman's forward personality; shut the door and turned around and instead of the young black woman there was a white teenager standing in front of him.
"I did not pick up a halo Ms. ..."
"Just call me Carol, the less you know about me the better. Though we have some mutual friends who said that you needed some help"
The young woman changed to the original African-American. George pointed her toward the kitchen table and they took seats. The woman took a paper out of a pocket and handed it to George.
"This is Carol, one of the few poly-morphs in the society. Use her as you need to in your operation. Archibald Leaf Prefect."
"Two questions; how much do you know about our operation and two do you really clean houses?"
The bell rang again just before Carol could speak. George went to the door. He opened the door and found the same security guard that confronted him a few weeks ago.
"Is this person bothering you Mr. Rogers?" said Billy Corcoran pointing at the van behind him.
"No we are discussing whether I will use her service. What's the problem?" said George.
"The problem is my wife has the exclusive contract for the development," replied Corcoran.
If I use a cleaning service I will use the contractor that I choose. Your family's contract or not," said George.
Corcoran was about to speak when George ended the encounter by closing the door. He walked back to where Carol was seated.
"I received a briefing at the Society Headquarters; so I know the basics. Yes I do clean houses," said Carol with a smile.
"That security guard may have seen you. His family specifically the father are the subjects of the project. You will need to keep this shape when you are around here but it is up to you what disguises you use in other areas. He pulled a gun on me so you may have to use your powers to defend yourself," said George
"The white teenager has already made contact with one of the wives. She was passing herself off as a disaffected teenager looking for something to believe in. I am playing hard to get but I think that I can get inside the compound," said Carol.
"Coordinate with the three of us I want to know what you're going to do," said George.
Carol began to speak and George anticipated a comment.
"You may have been involved in other operations but the group needs to know what you are doing. No freelancing. We make a plan and stick to it," said George.
Carol accepted the requirements and they agreed that she would continue as the white teenager in her encounters with the Corcoran family. They also decided that she could start cleaning next week. Carol left leaving George alone. Several hours later George was nursing a glass of scotch.
"The Grand Witch Elizabeth sends her greetings," said a voice.
"Great first a poly-morph now voices from nowhere," George said to himself.
"And how is my mother?" replied George.
"She is fine but really want's to know why you do not call her more often?" said the voice.
"Samantha when are you returning?"
"I have returned," said Samantha as she snuck up behind him.
George turned around and embraced Samantha. He felt her over several parts of her body making sure that it was not an image. Satisfied that she was real, he kissed her.
"I am so glad that you have returned. How did you meet my mother?" asked George.