The Harem's Founding Members

The Harem's Founding Members Part 2.

Steve was in his office just after 2 p.m. making his final plans for recruiting season. He hated this part of coaching, the summer recruiting season. It meant 3-4 straight weeks of being on the road in gyms watching kids all trying to impress college coaches in the hopes of getting a scholarship.

He looked over his itinerary: North Carolina, Indiana, Wisconsin, and New Mexico. He didn't mind the trip to North Carolina as that basketball camp was in a new air conditioned facility with cushioned seats. The other places produced the coaching malady known as "bleacher butt." Six to eight hours sitting on high school wooden bleachers watching kids run up and down the court made everyone's ass a little numb.

He picked up the phone. "Carol, would you like to meet me for a bite to eat?" he asked.

"I'd love to," she replied enthusiastically.

"Let's meet at the little Mexican place on Main Street. Can you be there in an hour?"

"I'll be there."

"Great, see you then."

***

Steve was walking into the "Cantina" when he heard Carol's voice.

"I'm so glad you called me, I was getting bored after all the excitement from this morning," she giggled.

"Looks like everyone is here for happy hour. Let's grab one of the high tops near the bar. Would you like a margarita?"

"Yes, please, not too much salt."

"Hey, Coach," said Mitch the bartender. Mitch was his favorite bartender and usually gave him at least one free drink if not more.

"Hi, Mitch, nice crowd today. Can I get a margarita, light salt and one tall cold beer? Thanks."

"Sure thing, Coach."

Steve barely had time to grab some of the free nachos and salsa when Mitch was delivering the drinks. "This rounds on me, Coach," Mitch said as he put the drinks on the table.

"Thanks, Mitch. Here this is for you." Steve said, handing him a twenty. Steve knew this tactic would almost guarantee him another round of free drinks or at least a major discount.

Carol was enjoying her drink when she noticed a woman staring at them. "Steve, I think that woman is staring at us."

"Which woman?"

"The one across the bar in the white top."

"Oh, that's Joan. She's a librarian at the University. If she is alone, I'm going to ask her to join us. I hate to have any friend of mine drink alone, wouldn't you agree?"

Before she could respond, he was making his way around to the other side of the bar. "Hi Joan, surprised to see you here, I didn't think you were a 'happy hour' devotee?"

"I've been known to have a drink or two. Who's with you and don't let me interrupt?"

"Not at all. Remember the special group I was telling you about? She might be one to the people involved. Come join us, but don't mention the group. I'm still formulating that plan."

"Yes Sir, I won't say a word."

He led Joan back to the table and made the introductions. "Joan, this is my friend and fellow hypnotist Carol. Carol, this is my friend and librarian extraordinaire Joan."

"Nice to meet you, Carol. Are you really a hypnotist like Steve?" Joan said.

"I'm not nearly as good as Steve. It seems like he can put anyone into a hypnotic state anywhere at any time."

"Really! Steve, you must show me this special power of yours," said Joan.

"If you insist, but give me a minute. I'll be right back," said Steve.

As he walked away from the table, he heard the ladies begin the usual chit-chat, but he had other things on his mind. He circled around the bar and made his way up behind Joan. He didn't want to be seen by either of the women until the time was right. He wanted to catch Joan off guard and do a shock induction that he'd been working on.

He was directly behind her when he leaned in while placing his hand on her shoulder at the same time. In one quick motion, he pushed her shoulder down and said, "Sleep."

Carol was startled, but Joan's head slumped right to her chest. Steve kept his mouth close to Joan's ear, making sure to keep the flow of his voice constant.

Carol was trying to listen in, but all she heard was, "At the end... night... soft... on five..." Then she heard Steve counting up to five.

Joan looked around with a confused look on her face as she looked across the table at Steve. "What the fuck just happened?" she asked.

"I told you he was the best hypnotist in the class," Carol said, smiling.

"Steve, what did you do to me?" asked Joan.

"You will have an overwhelming desire to pick up the check tonight," he said, laughing.

He ordered a mega nacho platter for the three of them to share and another round of drinks. They were all laughing, exchanging stories about who they'd love to hypnotize and why.

Steve was keeping a keen eye on both of them, watching body language and any signs of jealous behavior. It might have been the drinks, but the two of them seemed to be getting along very nicely as they exchanged small talk.

Steve looked down at his watch. "It's just about time for sunset, let's all go for a walk over to the fountain," he suggested.

"That sounds wonderful," Carol answered first.

"It does sound nice, but I don't want to be a third wheel," Joan added.

"Nonsense, you must join us," Carol said.

Steve was both stunned and happy with this turn of events.

He was even more surprised when he went to pay and saw five dollars was all he owed on the check. He gave Mitch another twenty. "Thanks Mitch, you're the best."

Steve escorted his two ladies down the street on their way to the fountain. The fountain was the centerpiece of the University. It was a very shallow pool about 40 yards long with an amazing fountain in the middle. It wasn't uncommon to see at least fifty people out here on a warm night.

As they walked down the street, Steve heard Carol sigh. "Something wrong Carol?"

"Oh no, we just passed Jim's office and I was thinking I know his night is not nearly as fun as ours has been."

"Your husband is a lawyer? Joan asked.

"Yes, he deals with contracts and such," Carol replied.

Steve didn't say a word, but the wheels were turning in his head.

A lawyer could be just what he needed. He could use a NDA for everyone in the special group.

As they got closer to the fountain, he could see that it was especially crowded tonight. "Nothing like a beautiful summer night to bring everyone out," he said.

"I'm not for crowds, I prefer more intimate settings, so I think I'll say goodnight," said Joan. She gave Steve a hug. "Thanks for a fun night out, Coach."

"My pleasure."

"And Carol, it was so nice meeting you, I hope we get to see each other again." She gave Carol a hug and then a kiss on her cheek, but lingered a little longer than social convention would dictate. She started to turn away, but stopped and then gave Carol a kiss on the lips.

Carol was a little startled, but saw Steve smile and knew this was his doing so she happily engaged in the sexy exchange with Joan.

Joan seemed a little flustered, but she looked at Carol, then at Steve, both of whom were smiling at her. "I better go, but do hope we can do this again," she said as she strolled away.

"You really are a devil, aren't you?" Carol said as she smiled at Steve.

"Time will tell, my dear, time will tell."

***

Steve had survived his month-long sojourn on the road. He had gotten in a few rounds of golf on a few of his stops. The course in North Carolina was one of his favorites. He had an old coaching buddy at that University so he got to play for free and as an assistant coach - free is always good.

While sitting in those gyms, he had time to take some notes on how and who he wanted to approach to put his master plan in motion. He was leaving his office after putting all his notes from his trip into the computer. With that done and the recruiting for the season mapped out, he decided to work on his other "recruiting" plan.

Steve was walking down the street when he noticed the lights still on in Jim's law office. He decided to engage Jim in a conversation about non-disclosure agreements and to drop some hints about his plan. He wanted to move slowly and not hint at the fact he was fucking Jim's wife.

It was after 5pm and the office seemed deserted, but Steve heard some noise coming from the back office. It sounded as if someone was in distress.

"For fuck sake, is this guy having a heart attack"

Steve thought as he hurried down the corridor.

Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a groan followed by "You give the best blowjobs."

He peeked through the crack of the open door just in time to see a smartly dressed woman on her knees in front of Jim. He knew it was Jim from the pictures he had seen on the nightstand when he was fucking Carol. The girl was working on his cock with her mouth like her life, or at least her job depended on it. He could tell by the look on Jim's face this wasn't going to take long for her to finish him off. He was right as he soon heard another groan while walking quietly back to the front of the office.

To let the sex partners know they were no longer alone, he said, "Hello, is anyone here?"

The woman came scurrying up to the front of the office.

"Oh hello, I thought I had locked the front door, we close at 5," she said.

"My name is Steve, I'm a friend of Jim's wife Carol. I was wondering if he is around," he replied.

"Let me see if he's free," she said. She picked up the phone and turned her back to Steve, but he was still able to hear her murmur, "He says, he's a friend of your wife. I'll let him know."

Steve found it funny that she turned her back to him, but he could still hear every word. He looked down at her desk and saw her name plate. "Christine."

"Please have a seat and he'll be right with you," she said as she was gathering up her things.

"That is a lovely outfit you're wearing, Christine," Steve said as he took a seat.

"Thank you. I make my own clothes. Please call me Christie," she replied proudly.

"That's impressive, where do you get..."

Steve was interrupted by Jim. "You must be Carol's friend Steve, the hypnotist-slash-basketball coach I've heard her talk about," Jim said.

"Yes, I am."

"Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but I have to hurry off or I'll be late to class," Christie said.

"Yes of course, see you in the morning," Jim said.

"Pleasure to meet you, Christie," Steve added as he took note of her body, now that she wasn't on her knees. She couldn't have been more than 5 '3, had blonde hair that came past her shoulders, and a set of tits that could make her a Playboy centerfold candidate.

"Late for class, is she studying to be a lawyer as well?" asked Steve.

"Christie? No. She fancies herself as a dress designer. She wants to open her own store or something. She's taking business classes at night to find out what all it entails."

"From what I can tell, she has a good eye for fashion based on what she was wearing," Steve added.

"Between you and me, Steve, I never really look below her chest, those tits of hers hypnotize me. But that's your department," he said with a laugh.

"How can I help you, Steve?" asked Jim.

"I'm interested in a non- disclosure agreement for a group I'm putting together."

"That's pretty boilerplate stuff. Is it a real estate deal, investment group, or what?"

"No, not a real estate group," Steve said with a chuckle. "Can I speak freely, Jim?"

"Sure, lawyer-client confidentiality and all that," Jim said with a smile.

"Jim, you're a man who enjoys sex. The door was unlocked and I happened to see what was going on with Christie."

"What the fuck, are you trying to blackmail me?" Jim said as his voice rose.

"What? No, hear me out. I'm putting together a group of select professional people. Couples like you and Carol, who enjoy sex and want everyone's privacy to be protected. I want it to be ironclad, so everyone knows what is at stake."

"It's an interesting concept, but if it entails sex, I doubt Carol would ever want to be involved."

"Jim, I'm going to be blunt, so don't be shocked or offended. Every time you are out of town or even sometimes when you are here at the office, I'm fucking Carol. Hell, I've got her making me pancakes practically naked."

"Son of a bitch, so you're the reason she's been so fucking happy these past few months. I thought it was that damn hypnotism stuff she was studying."

"Think about it, and if you are free tomorrow at 1 p.m., meet me at the University library. Oh, and if you say anything to Carol about her and I, I won't hesitate to mention how you were giving dictation to your secretary. That's not blackmail, that's just protecting someone I care about."

Steve didn't have to say anything else. Jim could tell by looking into his eyes, Steve was not the person you wanted as an enemy.

***

Steve was looking at the big clock on the wall in the library when he saw Jim enter through the big glass doors. Jim walked over to him and asked, "Is there a reason we are meeting in the library and not someplace a little more private to continue our discussion?"

"Follow me," Steve said. He proceeded to make his way to the staircase and lead Jim down to the historical section.

"This is where the idea for 'the Harem' originated. Well, here and when I was fucking Carol and Susan at Susan's birthday party."

"Jesus Christ, you fucked Susan? I've often thought about what she would be like in bed. Wait, are Susan and Brett part of this Harem of yours?"

"Not yet. I'm just laying the groundwork, but it won't be hard. I know Susan would be on board as soon as I snap my fingers," Steve said confidently.

The door opened and Joan the librarian appeared and smiled at Steve.

"Hi, Coach, anything I can help you with down here?" she asked with a devilish grin.

Steve looked at Jim who had a worried look on his face. "Relax, Jim. This is Joan, she is a very,

very

good friend of mine who has already met Carol."

Joan smiled and said, "Yes, I have. She is a good kisser too."

Joan positioned herself between the two men and was facing Jim with a look of a hungry mountain lion on the prowl. Steve whispered the words "cock whore" in Joan's ear.

It was as if gravity pulled her down to her knees. She had Jim's zipper down before he could utter, "What the..."

Joan had his cock in her mouth and was working him faster than a pit crew at the Indy 500. It took no time at all and he was waving the checkered flag.

Steve knew Joan would be more than ready for a second cock as he unzipped his pants. He took Joan's hand and guided it to his increasingly hard dick. Steve couldn't help but marvel at her gentle touch. She jacked him off and placed her mouth over the tip of his cock as to not waste a drop of the cum she thought was the best she ever had tasted.

"Fuck, she's better than Christie." Jim said. He still wasn't sure what the hell just happened except he had gotten a BJ for the ages.

"Anything else, Sir?" Joan asked.

"No, my dear, that will do for now," Steve said, smiling at her and giving her a pat on the ass as she walked away.

Steve turned his attention back to Jim. "So, would you like to be a founding member of the Harem?"

"I'm in. What do you need from me, Steve?

"First the NDA, and oh by the way, you will be hosting a dinner party on Saturday night. Have Carol invite Susan and Brett. Joan and I will be there as well. Ladies in dresses, men in suits, and I'll need that agreement to be ready."

"You're the boss. What time Saturday?"

"Drinks at 6, dinner to follow," Steve said.