My Boring Commute

'Ok. I am thoroughly confused. You are telling me that was Jenny McCarthy? She looked 25 years old again! That is not possible!' I likely stated much louder than I had intended.

Tessa just shook her head and looked at Claude. He sat back and puffed away on his cigar.

"That. Was. Jenny. Only the 25-year-old version. I thought you were bright?!" Claude stated calmly and slowly.

"He is a couple liters low on fluid. Just FYI." Tessa stated.

I was sitting in the chair, my hands on my face, I was confused but stated, "Cloning?"

"Now he's got it. Yes. We pay celebrities or their heirs for the rights to clone them. We paid Jenny 20 million for exclusive rights. But she also demanded skin, hair, and any organ she needed as a transplant. Forever. Name a celebrity." Claude stated, leaning back and typing on his small computer.

'Pamela Anderson. Catherine Zeta Jones. Charlize Theron. Princess Diana. Sophia Loren. Marie Antoinette. Grace Kelly. Audry Hepburn. Helen of Troy. Marilyn Monroe. Ana De Armas. Anne Hathaway. Salma Hayek. Cleopatra. And lastly. Mary Magdelan.' Out of breath.

"Yes, to all. I don't even need to look." Claude stated.

'How's that even possible. Cleopatra? Mary? Helen?' I asked.

"Well, we get DNA from places. Tombs and even family lineages. Our scientists then edit, compile, and trace back lineages. We also have paintings and drawings or descriptions. So, after one is created we can compare. I can sell you one of each. But these ones have one specific condition. They cannot be seen in public. What if we had like 100 Pamela Anderson clones running around in public. Chaos and arrests. Not to mention they would all be destroyed. The government mostly is not aware of our business. Or if they are, they leave us the hell alone. Mostly because of how many patrons we have entertained. But also, I don't think our owners would be happy if their business was shut down." Claude stated.

'I would think they would be okay with cloning. What if a president died. You could just make another one. As long as it happened outside of the public eye.' I stated.

"Nope. Won't work. The clones are babies. No way to just make a copy of the old one. You have to grow them, raise them, and wait. The Jenny you met is really 25 years old. She was raised normally, school, college. And then at the right age we reboot them and kinda install the person we want them to be. We couldn't hand you a 23-year-old Ana De Armas. We have to grow them. She is such a new woman. No one knew about her. The oldest we have of Ana is like 4 years old. She won't be ready for at least another 14 years. Science is still working on some things." Claude stated, way too calmly.

'Besides. The cost of that Jenny. 10 million?' I asked. Looking at Myra.

"Yep. Hit it first try." Claude stated smiling.

'No one person is that valuable to me. Except Myra and my girls. A simple fantasy or crush is not worth spending 10 million to have my own Jenny. I may rent her a time or two. But other than that.' I stated while holding Myra's hand.

"You should visit my friend "The Shiek". His harem is unlike anything you can imagine. I told you before he had 100 women. That's actually underestimated. It's much more likely his is around 1,000 women. The oil guys have money you cannot comprehend. They have oil fields that have not been tapped. They don't have to report money they have not yet earned. Think Trillions on top of Trillions." Claude stated as he blew smoke rings in the air.

'I may buy another woman in the future. Always had a thing for 5-0 gymnasts. But I still haven't tried out all of my harem yet. Tessa stated she could get a shot for her clit ring. Any chance your medics could give them all shots and heal them up right now? I have been dying to fuck them all. But the new piercings have gotten in my way.' I asked.

"Yeah sure. Two shots and a soak in the tub. 10 minutes a piece and they are all healed. Your slave Christina was healed in 10 minutes. Both rings. If you wanted to try her out, I can put her in a room." Claude advised. Still blowing smoke rings.

'Okay. Take all the girls. Myra first please.' I stated looking at Myra.

They all stood up and marched away. Monica and Cynthia had been out having fun, but they were rounded up and sent to the clinic.

I waited in the lobby drinking my water. Thinking. Any woman. Any alive, dead, or history. Imagine the possibilities. Not that it mattered. The cost was well beyond reasonable for my bank account.

Myra walked out first. A big smile on her face. She jumped in my lap.

"All healed. I tugged on the chain over and over. No pain. But God. My pussy is gushing." Myra stated loudly and then started kissing my neck. If I hadn't had 3 orgasms in the last 3 hours, I would take her up to the silver level and fuck her.

One by one each woman walked out of the back hallway. Kimmy didn't need anything done but she waited with the girls while they got their procedures. She was a kind soul. I almost felt ashamed I owned her. But that thought was gone in a second. Brittney walked out, holding her skirt up, her gold ring bouncing wildly as she shook, gyrated, and jumped. Everyone was watching the show. Brittney didn't care one bit.

If I had been thinking something about Kimmy and being ashamed at owning her. It was gone. Forever.

Kimmy came out last. Curious. But she lifted up her skirt, a new gold ring installed in her clit just like the other girls.

"I wanted to match. They pierced it, shot me full of drugs, and a dunk in the tank. Instantly healed." Kimmy stated while she wiggled her hips to make the gold ring flop around.

'If you sluts keep acting like this I will take you back to the stage. You can dance and shake your jewelry there!' I told them.

Myra stood up to walk out. I grabbed her by her hips, unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down to the floor. Without her underwear her lower half was naked. Her huge black bush and gold chain were visible to all.

Myra smiled and stated, "I know what you have in mind. Perv!"

I reached out, picked up the gold chain attached to her clit, and walked her out the door. It was a gold leash attached to my bitch. The other girls followed behind as we walked to the limo and climbed in.

At our building I kept her chain in my hand. We walked through the lobby, the employees eyes were glued to her, and up to the apartment. Inside she stripped off the remaining clothes as we walked to the bed. I told the girls to strip and kneel around the edge of the bed. They complied as I stripped my clothes, throwing them on the floor, and leading Myra to our bed by her chain.

'Your ass may have been the first place I went. But now, I'm going to fuck your pussy.' I told her.

Myra was smiling as I laid on my back, my hard cock pointed straight up, and I led her to me. She climbed on, slid my cock inside her wet pussy, and sat down hard. I attached the chain to her belly chain. Myra began to grind her clit into my pubic area as my cock was thrusted deeper and deeper into her.

I almost forgot the girls were kneeling at the edge of the bed. Their hungry eyes watching us.

I looked over at them. 'If you sluts have not been playing with your clits. Then get to it.' I told them coldly.

They nodded and I saw a bunch of busy hands fly to their pussy's.

Myra and I went at it like high school kids. I likely would last 4 hours. It would be my 4 load of the day. Myra however was easy to orgasm. The ring pressed in the right spot and my cock was rubbing against her G-spot.

She orgasmed with shaking legs, moaning, and hard rocking hips. She climbed off and advised it was her 4th of the day as well.

I pointed to Brittney. She jumped on the bed at the mention of her name. I had her crawl on her hands and knees, her mouth met Myra's. They kissed as I lined my cock up with Brittney's virgin pussy. A slow push and pull. I took my time until I finally pushed all the way in. Brittney had a tiny moan but otherwise she was fine.

After 20 minutes I laid on my back. She climbed on and Myra told her what to do. Tessa climbed up on the bed on the other side, grabbed her hips, and gave her instructions. Slowly Brittney began grinding, thrusting, and gyrating. She learned quickly with Myra and Tessa's guidance.

In less than a minutes Brittney orgasmed. Her little moaning, squeaking, and shaking reminded me of Kimmy.

Brittney slumped off and then it was Monica's turn, then Cynthia, and finally Kimmy. Kimmy wasted no time, she climbed on top, slammed her pussy down hard, tearing her hymen for the third time, and went right to fucking.

She orgasmed quickly too. I believed the girls were all horny due to the visit to Claudes. I will remember that for next time.

After they all had a turn, I had them sit, shoulder to shoulder on their butts, legs spread. I walked to the box and pulled out a vibrator for each. I handed them to each woman and told them to orgasm 5 times before bed. Myra, however. She did not get one. I told her to crawl around and whisper terrible things in the girls' ears to get them to orgasm faster.

None of the women left their spots for hours. Kneeling, sitting, spread, grinding, sweating, thrusting. They screamed. They moaned. They were soaking the sheets. Myra had focused on Tessa. She was whispering about getting double fisted by "dirty, poor, Mexican's". Tessa kept orgasming over and over with Myra in her ear.

Finally Kimmy was the last hold out. She owed one more orgasm and then we could all sleep. We crowded around her. Our hands roaming her body. 10 hands pinching, massaging, groping. Myra kneeled behind her, wrapped her hands around her neck, and squeezed slowly. Kimmy coughed, her eyes remained shut. But her hips began gyrating. Faster and faster. Myra squeezed more as she whispered in her ear.

"Cum. Cum like a dirty whore. Or it's the box for you. 24 hours. Your clit will be raw. That new piercing will fall off. Cum whore!" Myra stated while smiling at me.

And boy did Kimmy orgasm. Her hips gyrating, Myra pressed the vibrator into Kimmy's clit hard with her hand. Kimmy shrieked so loud I had to cover my ears with my hands. She then fell forward on her chest. Her legs quivered. The girls cheered.

Brittney helped Kimmy stand up and Tessa stripped the sheets off the bed.

I watched the women do their best to walk. Kimmy had the hardest time. She acted like she had been kicked in the pussy by a place kicker. One leg did not seem to work. Or maybe her legs were asleep. Either way Myra and I enjoyed watching them struggle to walk to bed.

Tessa replaced the bed sheets in record time. She was like a Nascar pit crew. Lots of repetitions with the sheets I had guessed.

But either way. Myra and I climbed in first. Then Tessa joined us. I was asleep in record time. The day had been full of excitement.