Possessed by Bored Gees

POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD

Chapter 8 Rich Moneybags will ride again!

Rich Goldman was conflicted. He had completely embarrassed himself when he peed on himself. Also, the feeling of all his god given hardware missing in action was almost nightmare-ish. Filling his empty hand with uncontrolled warm flowing piss had made him want to crawl into a hole and pull the hole over him. It reminded him of that scene in Carrie where the MC steps onto the stage with the warm glow of happiness and then gets hit with a bucket of pig's blood. Instantly dropping from heaven to hell. It seemed the members of his adventure party thought a drunk had spilled beer on him, but the initial shame made him want to disappear. He thought it was a huge windfall when one of his enemies attacked his company thinking he could not be reached in the other world. It gave him the excuse to disappear from the fantasy world.

His first thought was he would never go back. He would simply give up the money he spent as a bad investment. He was definitely suffering from post-dramatic stress syndrome!

Maybe he could arrange a brief vacation on the moon.

It would be totally humiliating if the press were to find out that the billionaire was pissing on himself like a little kid. Rich had not really gotten drunk or high since college. He could not afford to lose control in his circle.

Between the trans-dimensional drunkenness and the other world booze he drank, he was more plastered than he had ever been in his entire life. When his spirit returned to his body he remained pleasantly high, until he needed to focus. Then he became instantly sober without a trace of hangover. That made sense, it was not actually his body that got drunk. He went on to subjugate his enemies without quarter. They deserved it for interrupting the first of three of his all-nighters.

He had always associated fun with pulling all-nighters.

Now that he was a tycoon, it allowed him to play without interfering with work. He could work a full week and still pretend he had a life by pulling an all-nighter.

While he was crushing his enemies on Earth like bugs his PA mentioned he looked really relaxed and rested. Was it because of his mini vacation? He had really been enjoying himself until he stepped in shit. Figuratively.

He could not relax like that around home because the press would get a hold of it. Then it would become part of his history. "Magically transgender man pees in hand at club, details at eleven." Or "Shocking photos of Billionaire who does not Kegel!" Thank God it all happened in the fantasy world where there were no news outlets or paparazzi and not here where the story would grow on forever.

Well, after all, that was what attracted him to the other world vacation in the first place. He really did want to go back and hunt goblins. The only hunting he had ever done on Earth was photo safari. He really wanted to try killing something, even if it was just a slime.

There was no way he could return as a woman. He needed to return there as a man. He had really wanted to use fire magic, but he had not paid attention. He did not realize the highly ranked fire mage was a lady. The world was not fair.

He could ride that swordsman, Clay. That might work out.

He needed to find a rider for the fire mage though.

"Sloe Hans" Hans Banker, his friend from celebrity charity drives. The tall black ball player was the most masculine man Rich knew. He was married to that sexy movie star, Twilight, who had just signed to be the hero in a bunch of action movies. She even found a role for Hans so that they could be together.

Hans was the most macho man in his circle of friends. If he rode the fire woman without complaint Rich could go back to her without a second thought. He just needed a way to convince his friend to do it.

In the end he used his super power to entrap Hans. Wealth. After all Hans was only a multi-millionaire. His PA overheard the call which went like this:

"Hey, Hans! I am doing that vacation thing in a fantasy world. You HAVE to check this out! It's crazy!" Laughs at something Hans says.

"Look the people here have a goblin problem. They can really use some help from a guy who hunts grizzly bears in Alaska with a bow!" Rich pressed forward.

A little more serious now. "Brown, Black... I don't care if they are cinnamon bears, I need you buddy. It won't be any fun without you."

A longer pause. "Ok, Ok! I get it!" he seemed contrite, "But honestly, I already pulled the trigger. I reserved this amazing fire mage and it is non-refundable."... "I know, I know! But I figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for perdition."... "You know what I mean!" laughs.

"Honestly my friend, I really need your help with this one... Listen, you and Twilight never get to relax. How about I set the two of you up on a date in fantasy land? My treat! Don't do it for me, do it for the love of your life." Rich sounded like he was winning.

"Great! My people will talk to your people." He laughed "Be there or be square! Do you know why you would be square? Because you won't be AROUND!!" Laughing as he hung up. A weird expression if you think about it, you don't hang anything on a smart phone.

"Make it happen!" he told his PA. Once again throwing money at a problem made it go away. He should probably try to buy OWL.

Desdemona meets Jon Pol

She had been given the impression that the riders would want to meet elves and dwarves. That they all would want to explore the town and then battle monsters in the dungeon.

Jon Pol did not even want to leave the house.

He put himself through college working for a maid company. His final project for his financial degree was to propose a business. He outlined how he could structure and run a cleaning company. His teacher gave him a passing grade but pointed out several reasons why his company would fail.

Jon Pol went to work for someone else. His job made him rich, but did not make him happy.

He hired a maid company to clean his house. He wanted to teach them how to do a better job more efficiently. The maids were willing but their company shut him down. They did things their way.

He ended up hiring and training a few of his own live-in maids for his houses. He trained them himself and frequently worked alongside of them. It was how he unwound.

He remained on good terms with his former professor. He was always ready to come talk to students that wanted to meet real world success stories. Afterwards he would take the professor and his wife to dinner and tell him about the latest improvements to his business plan.

Jon ended up married to one of his maids. She thought his idea of starting his own cleaning company was brilliant. She insisted he increase the frequency of his dinners with his teacher. She also told him to hire the guy as an advisor.

Eventually they answered all of their mentors' questions and he even wanted to invest in their new company. The rest was history. He was successful enough to vacation in a fantasy world.

He wanted to watch the maids at work. Not because they were all beautiful cat women, but because they did not have any of the labor-saving devices found on Earth. Elbow grease and magic were their two main tools.

The head housekeeper, the head cook and head groundskeeper were all OWL party members. Mrs. Grey's skill set went up dramatically when she cleaned house with Jon. Desdemona ended up with enhanced housekeeping skills of course. She had learned most of the basics training to be a wife. Her mother had seen that she had a huge number of skills to make life easier for a husband. Jon Pol was taking down dust bunnies instead of horned rabbits and the thrall and the cat woman were gaining serious housekeeping skills.

"The reason your bosses are so big on the dungeon is because that is the only way they know to sustain this side of their business." He pointed out before leaving. "If you can get them to, have them broaden their sources of income. You are a merchant, you should help them cultivate their party house, I am sure there are parties that don't kill monsters."

A lot of the riders pretended Desdemona was not consciously there. Jon Pol and Chef Mischa were exceptions who liked to talk to her directly. Fortunately, it was an internal dialog, not an articulated one.

Desdemona reflects

After he left, I thought about cultivating. Jon Pol talked about cultivating the party, I started thinking about a different kind of cultivating. My parents raised me to be a housewife and a merchant. My mother also sent me to a day school ran by nuns. Daughters of Luce of the healing lamp. They taught me to meditate and pray three times a day, a practice I still follow today. Because of them my mana pools went from better than average to huge! Disappointing that no skills opened up though.

My mother taught me to add and subtract and how to keep books. The sisters taught me to multiply and divide. They even taught a few higher math skills. My mother taught me to read and write. The daughters of Luce taught me a love of reading by introducing me to a wide variety of literature. Not that I ever wanted to bury myself in a pile of books, but curling up next to a fire on a cold day with a good book was a blessing.

The followers of their goddess, the Luce women, learned the philosophy of bringing worship into all that you do. My mother taught me how to dance. The Luce women taught me how a dance can be a prayer. Songs that please the ears can be raised up to please the gods. A meal cooked with the proper attitude is a real-world example of grace. They really wanted me to be granted the blessing of healing light so that I could join them. When my time for receiving gifts of the gods was past, I concluded my schooling with them. I was a dud.

I was a sixteen year old failure and my mother began looking for someone to marry me as a conciliation prize.

The nuns did talk about cultivating. A way to increase the strength of the spells the gods have granted you. I had no skills so it went in one ear and out the other. Some of it must have stuck though. To me cultivating sounded a lot like the meditation and prayer they had me doing already, just focusing it on the gifts of the gods.

They also talked about duo cultivating. A married couple would take the love generated from cultivating together and focus part of it on consummating their marriage and part of it on raising their skills. According to the sisters, both of the lovers gained more than the sum of their contribution. Synergy.

I realized Blade was not just rewarding me by playing with my pussy, we were somehow duo cultivating. The things I did with the two agents were raising my ability to fight because we were practicing suppression while we pleasured each other. We were duo cultivating while thinking we were just oversexed ladies trying to bring each other off.

They had moved into my room the day they invited themselves in to visit and never left. Their room had been a dorm room and half of it was used for storage.

We had gotten in the habit of having sex every time before going to sleep and again when we awoke. It was a part of our sleep hygiene. We were using magical energy to stimulate the big O. We were probably gaining as much experience from each other as we were from dungeon crawling. But until both the cat person and the halfling became mules we would remain oblivious to the changes occurring within us.