Mind Made Up Pt 14

Castillo. Day Fourteen. Monday.

When I wake up that day, I am expecting a visit -- but there is none. It's a bit later than my usual. For a moment, I get confused.

I rise from bed and, as I have started to do, I don't bother getting dressed as I exit into the hall. Bathroom is quiet. Sisters' room door is open and they're not inside. My mother's bedroom is also empty. I listen to the sounds of the house.

Downstairs, in the kitchen.

It would be tempting to go down there nude, to provoke a reaction, but I decide against it this morning. I return to my room, grab my bathrobe, and head down.

Breakfast is served -- or in their case, over. My sisters rise as I enter the room and I am greeted with warm hugs. My mother sets down a plate of pancakes for me.

- Sleep well? I ask.

I get confirmations from all three. Stacey leans in to me.

- I'll see you Friday, Grant.

- Yes, you will!

She kisses me on the lips, then does the same for Heather. Finally, she turns to mom.

- It's wonderful to see you growing so much, mom.

- Well, I have a lot of help.

- Keep daring, Stacey insists.

- I'll try.

They hug and kiss, then Stacey hurries out the room and the house. Heather sits back down at the table beside me.

- What's the plan for today?

- Still on vacation? I ask her.

- Yeah. Class doesn't start until a few weeks. So I got all the free time.

- Going back to psychology?

I remember her telling me she might change majors.

- Probably, she says this time. It's fun trying to figure out people.

- It is.

She pauses, waiting for me to state my plans for the day. Before I do, I turn to my mother.

- What do you plan on doing?

- Well, I took the week off last week -- but I should really get back to it. I'm gonna go into the office and get some work in. But it's a light day.

- Alright. I have business to run in town, I tell both of them.

Heather sighs.

- So I hold down the fort alone?

- Go to the beach, I tell her. Enjoy the sun.

- Not the same without you around.

She motions to both of us, but she mostly means me.

- You have friends in town, right? I tell her. Call them up.

- Most of them are gone or working but... I guess I could do that.

I encourage her with a smile. She rises, a quick kiss on my lips, then walks back up the stairs. My mother looks at her walking away, then back to the door where Stacey left.

- You guys are so close.

- I think it took this reunion to bring us together again. I love them.

- I love them too. It's nice.

My mother works over the sink as I eat my pancakes. At some point, she speaks without looking at me.

- I... I think you should know about Dolores and me.

- Know what? I ask.

Long silence. I can sense my mother's stress so I let her set her pace by not calling her ou further.

- Saturday night... we... did things together.

- I see.

- Sexual things.

- I figured that's what you meant, I tell her.

She manages to turn around to face me; I greet her with a simple smile.

- I think I want to start dating again, she tells me.

- That's great!

- Nothing too serious right now, but... I want to feel like a woman again. To be desired, you know.

I give her my most understanding look, but I can't help but add a word.

- You are so desirable, mom. Any man -- any one -- would be lucky to get with you.

She laughs shyly.

- When you put it like that...

- Aha. Sorry.

- Don't be. It's nice to hear. Ever since the beach -- well, more since Saturday -- I just want to get naked and contemplate my body. Is it wrong that I'm telling you this?

I decide to rise and walk towards her.

- Mom. You can tell me anything.

- And you too, you know? I mean it.

I believe she does, but there are still a few things that she's not ready to accept. At least, that's what it still feels like. She poses a hand on my chest, at the spot where the bathrobe opens and my flesh is exposed.

- I love you, mom.

- Love you, son.

A kiss follows -- not long, chaste, but quite emotional. She pulls her hand away.

- Well... that's enough of that, she tells me.

I'M HALFWAY DRESSED when my phone buzzes. A message -- from Lulu Bowler herself. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. She hired me, more than a week ago, to work for her. And it is Monday morning. The message simply asks me to drop by her home office.

Guess I'll put the rest of my plans on hold for the moment.

I arrive at the apartment and Lulu's assistant, Elena, lets me in. I get a kiss on the cheek and she leads me by the hand all the way into her boss' office before leaving us. Lulu doesn't rise, inviting me to sit.

- You've been around, she tells me.

- Come again?

Lulu smiles.

- Last Wednesday, in this very office, we concluded an agreement.

- We did.

- I hire you for graphics works. Salary. And I put my name up as collateral for your eventual purchase of a house.

- A mansion, I specify.

Lulu seems amused.

- I gave you a few days to enjoy your time. Very impressive thing you managed to achieve at the beach.

- Pardon?

- Grant, come on. Reenabling the law to allow nudity? That was bold.

I'm wondering how she can know it came from me, given the way I went about it. But I shouldn't be surprised; she is after all one of the most powerful and influential people in town.

- I gotta say, she adds, bold and adventurous. And your family is... quite lovely.

I can't hide a moment of concern as I realize she means that she's seen them naked -- from the beach.

- Do you have pictures of them? I ask her.

- No. Well, not anymore. Deleted them. But Elena was there, that day. She gets Fridays off.

I admit, I never saw her; then again, there were many people there and my focus was on other matters entirely.

- I have to ask, Grant. Are you a pervert?

- Maybe I am, I tell her.

Can I even deny it at this point?

- It's not an issue for me, Lulu replies. Well, so long as it doesn't land you in jail. I admire ambition -- something you exude.

- Thank you, I guess.

Lulu lets the moment die down before turning to more serious matters.

- I have projects incoming for your skills. Deadline is three weeks. I've set up your virtual account within my servers. You just need to make requests for the software and tools you need. We can start processing as soon as you need.

- Can I have the template for the work?

She hands me a tablet. I look it up. Three weeks is plenty of time; I can have it done in one. But I'm guessing more projects will come in and overlap. I let out a sigh, almost involuntary.

- Been enjoying your free time? She asks.

- You know, I quite have. Two weeks off. And I guess getting back to work is a bit... well, underwhelming. Comparatively.

- Oh! I get it. Every damn Monday, I just want to lounge in my lesbian bed and have lesbian sex with my lesbian girls.

Of course, her tone is tongue-in-cheek, but I detect a hint of truth in the statement.

- Well, we can't all be lesbians, I reply.

- You'd make a great one, without the dick.

- Not parting with it.

- No, you wouldn't.

The jokes stop. I turn back to the project.

- Is it feasible? She ends up asking.

- It is.

- You'll be working remotely. Elena will give you a laptop -- don't lose it. It's already programmed with all our internal security. Access codes and everything.

- And I just request the software I need?

She confirms.

- Delivery within two days -- all online, of course.

- Great.

She gets up, opening a cabinet, retrieving a bottle of liquor and two glasses. She pours them out, handing me one.

- You make your own hours, Grant. That means I don't need you to keep a timetable. I just want my products when they're due. Extensions possible, but I'd rather you impress me with diligence.

- I certainly can do that.

- Be exceptional and I'll tell Elena to let you fuck her in the ass.

I giggle; how easily we switch from serious to sexy.

- Not much for anal, I tell her. Not enticing to me.

- Most women will love you for it, she replies. But enough about that. Do you have questions about the work?

- No. Yes. When do I get paid?

- First paycheck this week, she says. Every week. As we agreed for salary. You don't get vacation time because you take it whenever you want, so long as the deadlines are met.

- And I speculate more work will come in at some point.

- Definitely.

We drink up, then shake hands. She walks me to the door where Elena is waiting for me. It's all very professional as she hands me the professional laptop -- so much more recent and performant than my current computer at home. I get my access codes, validate my keycard for access to the building when I need it. Elena gives me her personal number, in case I need anything.

- Anything, she insists.

- Understood.

I'm out the door less than an hour later. The laptop is burdensome so I trek back home. I don't bother my sister in her room (I think she's studying or reading) as I tuck the new device in my closet, away from prying eyes. I can look into it later today.

I'm back on the street, walking toward the bank. I text Sally to let her know I'm heading there -- not that she can join me but to confirm that she's sent the paperwork we had people sign the previous day.

I meet with a different bank official, a man in his fifties, quite indifferent to me in general, as we go through the list of documentation.

- So you and these friends are opening a joint account, he confirms.

- That's right.

- And you're quite sure you want to do this?

- Yes.

The goal is simple: we are going to create a pool of funds from which we can pay for the eventual mortgage (and other expenses) of the mansion. Already, some of Sally's own savings have been transferred into it. The account is set up so that its money can only be accessed if two or more people sign up -- a protection against one person doing something inappropriate with it, not that I'm worried. Of course, anyone can put money in, and that's how everyone participating in the project will operate.

- Are you going to meet with our mortgage specialist later? He asks.

- Yes, it's been set up already, once we're done here.

Sally made all the calculations herself, but legally we are obligated to run them by the bank, since they're the one giving out the loan. Sally's confident in her numbers and I am confident in her.

I also have something that Dolores gave me, which is a verbal agreement that she will sell her house. In fact, Sally is contacting her later today to start planning the sale. And when it comes time to sell the house, I plan on being there to ease the transaction and make it happen quick -- at least, as quick as Dolores will be able to accept. While she said yes to parting with her house, I'm sure there will be emotion there when the deed actually goes through.

- So we have you, six other people, and we'll need to add other names later?

- Correct.

I verify the names and addresses of everyone from the list Sally compiled yesterday. It's all in order.

The bank attendant prints the relevant documents and seals them into envelopes, one for each of the participants. Eventually, we'll add Dolores' name. I'm uncertain about Pauline -she does have her children to take care of and at their age, we don't want them involved in the mansion project. Eventually though, once they're old enough, I think Pauline would want to move in too.

As I contemplate the list of names, a few more stream into my consciousness. I wonder if such a project might be endearing to Alice Welsh, my former teacher. She and her husband are quite happy in their marriage, having rekindled the physical passion thanks to my help recently. Since then, Alice has even sent me naughty pictures of herself, sometimes alone, sometimes with Wilbert (mostly his cock). But I don't see myself bringing her into the fold. I'd love to visit her again, though.

I have a thought for Shane, my police officer friend. She's not one for that kind of home, I think. Besides, she's already quite happy with her boyfriend and fellow cop Michael. Let them keep what they have.

I don't see myself revisiting the beach supervisor, Lita Brown, even though it was a great fuck. That day was all about pleasure and no strings. From that encounter, I've kept contact with Tanya and I have not regretted it, but she's already part of the project (the most recent to join, yesterdat).

That's when I recall Irina Landers - my father's other partner with whom he had child. Her warm greeting at her place is a gentle reminder of the power I hold over people -- women in particular -- thanks to my father's, maybe my ancestor's, inheritance. Irina was soft and delicious. She seemed alone in that house, especially with her daughter having vanished. I promised to find her but the leads have been few. I should try to get back to this investigation this week. But perhaps Irina is one of those people that might benefit from the mansion. I'll have to think on it.

I only realize after a long moment of quiet that the bank attendant is waiting on me for a signature. I apologize, noticing how my contemplative stare put a pause to his own actions -- something I realized very plainly last afternoon while cleaning up the mansion. Even my unconscious states of mind can affect the people around me.

I speak next to the mortgage specialist. We can't finalize the deal yet -- the necessary money is not in the account -- but we set up everything so that once the funds are secured, all that is needed is a signature and I'll be the new owner of the mansion. But I don't expect anything to move on that until the next week.

I'm out of the bank around noon and, as planned, I meet up with Sally at a local café. She's wearing the shortest of skirts, almost indecent in public. No panties, of course. I shouldn't reward this naughty behavior, but I can't help it.

We talk about the morning's events -- she's happy I ran into no issues.

- So there's seven of us, she concludes. For now. You plan on increasing your harem?

- I have two names that might join. One almost certain. The other I have to look into.

- Hot women, I bet?

She laughs as she says.

- Motherly, I tell her.

- Oh! You like mommies?

- I like most women, I simply say.

We order a light lunch -- I refrain from talking too much to our waitress to avoid a repetition of last week's encounter with Milly. It doesn't prevent her from sliding her phone number under my plate. I'm torn with keeping it but I decide not to. Of course, Sally notices.

- Really?

- Look, I can't say yes to every single person I meet. Otherwise I'd never get anything done.

- You are something, Grant.

We eat our meals slowly.

- Plans for the afternoon? She asks.

- Nothing much. Maybe get some work done. I do have a job.

- I thought your job was fucking us. Guess I was wrong.

- No, that's my hobby.

Sally laughs. When we finish lunch, she ends up paying so I thank her.

- Hey! She says. It's not a free lunch.

- Oh. I see.

We walk away, holding hands. She drags me back to her car. I enter from the passenger's side. She sits, pulling her skirt up, exposing her pink to the leather seat. Then she starts the ignition.

- Do you need me to do something? I ask.

- No. Just watch for now.

So I sit back as she unbuttons her pink blouse (having previously removed her blazer), enough that I can see the roundness of her breasts and get a slight shot of her nipples. Then, she sets off driving. I can only contemplate her daring as she rolls across town, keeping the speed limit, eventually leaving the main street and heading towards the highway, but veering on a rural road, away from the city. She parks on the side of the road and stop the car.

In-between her legs, on the leather seat, I can see the wetness that has pooled there.

- Get out, she says.

I comply; she too exits, not bothering to cover herself up. I cast a glance at the road. This is not a place with a lot of traffic but there is enough that someone might pass by and see us.

- We're doing this here? I ask her.

- Yeah.

I just smile back, and let her direct me. She moves up to the hood of her car.

- Grab that towel from the backseat, she tells me.

I bring it to her; she sets it down on the hood, then climbs on top of it, legs spread.

- Like what you see? She asks.

- I do. But I might not be the only one.

She too glances at the road.

- Tell you what, lover. You say you're good at making people do stuff.

- Haven't been proven right so far.

- Well, if anyone comes along -- stops -- get them to join in.

- Are you serious?

She smiles, daring.

- Dead serious, lover. Now eat me!

I can't help it -- I love this, even with the potential of being caught. I move towards her and get down on my knees, taking in her smell. She finishes opening up her blouse, revealing her gorgeous breasts and belly to me.

- If it's the police, we're fucked, I tell her.

She doesn't humor me, her gaze insistent. I press my lips on her sex and kiss it; she moans. I lick up the length of her slit.

- Sweet lord...

I look up and see Sally massaging her breasts. No sounds of vehicles echo near us. I close my eyes and focus on her sex. Memories of a similar situation last night ring back in my mind; I'm getting hard in my pants. Hands pull down on my head, keeping me focused on my partner.

- What's your power, you devilish man?

The words make me smile through my ministrations. I'm slowly learning to enjoy giving oral -- the rewards I get are quite concrete. It's so erotic to give pleasure to someone you love. It brings more than just pride -- it's a free gift.

A car drives by -- very fast, they don't slow down. Sally ignores it and I'm in no position to look, so I just carry out my work.

- Fuck, Grant... I'm almost there.

I try to vary my motions. I use my tongue more than my lips. I play with her clitoris as best as I understand how to. It ends up achieving my goal as her fingers dig deep into my hair.

- Aahhh yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!

I'm trapped in between her thighs, against her sex as she climaxes against me. She holds me down there for a long moment, as long as she wants to. When she lets go, I pull back, almost falling on my ass. She lets out a long sigh.

- Grant! Wow... you deserve the whole treat.

- In a minute, I tell her.

I catch my breath; her tug on me was quite rough. She notices and suddenly seems apologetic, but I show her with a smile that I'm fine -- she just took the wind out of me for a moment.

As I rise, I unbuckle and unzip my pants, dropping trousers and underwear at the same time.

- Shall I get that ready for you? She asks.

- No need.

She spots my erection as I walk back towards her. She slides a little further down against the hood, still on the towel, to give me better access. We hear the sounds of a car approaching, but it's on a side street, further away, so we carry on.

- Gonna put that in me? Sally asks.

- Silly question.

I slide gently into her; she moans delicately, then blurts out.

- Oh god!

- Aahh.... Sally.

I move slowly into her, then slowly back out. Again. Again. No speed at all, just taking all of my time.

- You feel so good, Sally.

- So hard, Grant. I'm yours.

- You bet you are!

I lean into her, grasping her breasts as I begin my sway into her, back-and-forth. The position isn't as comfortable as the stories make it out to be, but that's not the reason we do it. It is, as one would say, so fucking hot.

I'm thrusting inside her when more car sounds reach us, and we hear an engine slowing down. They're coming from the same direction that we were, and we are stopped on the side of the road -- and it occurs to me that if they weren't paying full attention, they would just see the stalled car and might think we were in distress. A part of me tells me to stop so I actually stop swaying, but I remain buried inside my partner. Sally's eyes open even as the car slows to a crawl, its window open.