The founder of the city, Klaus Berger was critically injured in a plane crash near Paris, France and remained in a coma; his close friend Kathy was also injured but would survive with long term care and rehabilitation. Klaus had given me all of his financial information based on a "Just in Case" scenario. He had put me in charge of his estate valued at over one billion dollars in the event he were killed or disabled in some manner.
All the planning and projects would continue as fast as possible just as if Klaus were still here. I went over the project priority list with Bill, the project director, and found very little that needed further attention. Bill posted a notice on the Community Bulletin Board announcing the bad news to all members.
I walked into the next room to talk to Cora, the dispensary nurse; I needed a list of medical equipment that would be needed for Kathy when she was able to return in a couple weeks. She made up a list as long as my arm and I asked her to see that it was all in place in one of the new houses that was unoccupied.
I checked with the stockbroker to discover my last stock purchase had produced several million dollars profit, which was quickly converted to cash and tucked away in an off shore account. I did the same with the last purchase Klaus had made.
I contacted Ms. Barbara Banks RN, the private nurse that had cared for my wife, to inquire if she was currently employed; she was but would be free in a few days. I quizzed her a little bit about the life style without giving it away. She was aware of it but wouldn’t say any more. I asked her to come see me when she was free as I had a position open that would in all likelihood last for several months if not years. She agreed to call when she was available.
I visited Jeff at the Life Style Store to see if the special order jewelry I had requested was ready; it was. I told him about the accident and was surprised to find that he was already aware of it but didn’t realize who the victims were. He suspected the crash was not an accident but rather an act of sabotage as Klaus was well known to all the international law enforcement agencies as a high roller who had dropped out of sight for a while. I asked him to keep it to himself and not even let his two shadows know about it. He agreed but was dubious about bringing him back here for rehabilitation; it would be too easy to trace his movements now.
I would have to think about this for a while. I sure didn’t need anymore shoot outs with anyone. Moving Kathy would even present a problem now. I started thinking of ways to accomplish the move without drawing unwanted attention to the little city as I drove to the construction site of my new home.
The ground was still a little muddy but walkways had been established if nothing more than a few boards laid end to end to walk on. Construction was progressing nicely; much of the drywall was in place on the main floor. I didn’t get a chance to look any further as Jim, the construction foreman, came up and wanted to discuss some details for the house he was building for Klaus. I explained about the accident and suggested that he use his own judgment in the matter.
I brought up the subject of the new City Hall and suggested he hire as many more men for the job as it was possible to keep busy. The firehouse and police station were also on the priority list as well as a new dispensary. We also discussed the need to build more houses on the outer perimeter for the families that were waiting to join. He suggested a secure community of about two hundred acres, which sounded about right to me if they were divided into one acre lots to leave plenty of room for the kids to play.
He was absolutely ecstatic with the additional projects I had handed him and he didn’t even know about the school that was planned for later in the year or the twelve miles of concrete wall to be located ten feet inside the fence that surrounded the central part of the property. The thought crossed my mind that he would very likely become a permanent resident of Hopeful.
I returned to the house to find Sandy was still in tears over the accident. Even though it was two in the afternoon I took her to Jacob’s, the only restaurant in the central area. The noon crowd was gone and we had the place pretty much to ourselves. Jacob expressed his condolences, as did many of his employees.
We had a quiet lunch and talked about the fun times we had experienced with Klaus and Kathy over the past several months. Sandy said Kathy was adamant about coming back as soon as the doctor would permit it which brought me back to the problem of moving her without anyone that might be watching her finding out where she was going.
We returned to the house and I checked the computer for messages to find the e-mail empty. My voice mail had several messages all expressing concern for Klaus and Kathy. I went to the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee and we sat at the table for a while. I finally remembered the jewelry I had picked up from Jeff and told Sandy to remove her shirt. She didn’t hesitate but looked puzzled as she unbuttoned it and shrugged her shoulders free. I handed her the small case and watched her face as she opened it. "They are beautiful but what are they for?"
I grinned my evil grin as I looked at her lovely nipples with the double barbells set at opposite forty five degree angles, "They are called nipple shields. They go behind the barbells."
She picked one of them out of the case, "My... they are heavy for as small as they are."
"They are twenty-four carat pure gold and they will look wonderful on you. Let me show you how they work," as I picked up the other shield and opened it. They were made in two pieces that were hinged together and latched with a small spring catch so that they could be installed without removing the barbells. I snapped the first one in place and then the second one.
She jumped up and ran to the front hallway to look at them in the big mirror hanging there. "I love them." She ran back and gave me a hug.
I asked her if there was anything else in the case. "Yes, several small plastic sacks with some little gold things in them."
I couldn’t help myself, that grin came back all by itself, "Did you notice the four little holes in each of the shields?"
"Well, yes but I thought it was part of the design to match the four balls on the bar bells."
"They are, sort of. But they have a purpose also. The little gold things actually screw into the four holes and set under the ends of the barbells. That way they can also be used as nipple stretchers."
"I like that idea, pretty but useful. Can we try them now?"
That’s my girl, "Are you sure your nipples are healed enough to tolerate it?"
"I think so, let’s find out"
I installed four little posts in her left nipple shield and gently positioned it so that the end of the barbells would sit in them. The posts for the rear barbell were only a quarter of an inch long but they stretched the nipple quite a bit. The posts for the front barbells were three eights of an inch and they stretched the nipple a little more but relieved some of the tension on the rear one.
"How does that feel?" I asked her.
"It feels a little tight but I think it will be okay."
I proceeded to stretch her right nipple also. When I had everything set she ran to the mirror in the front hall again to see how they looked. She ran back, jumped in my lap nearly upsetting the chair and gave me a big kiss.I ran a finger over her nipples very lightly as she moaned and thrust them forward.
She unzipped by fly and worked my cock free and kissed the tip of the head right beside my Prince Albert ring. I stood her up long enough to remove my clothes then sat back down as she knelt between my legs and continued with her little project that was now growing considerable. A few minutes of her kind attentions were enough to cause me to put my hands on the back of her head to stop her movements before I exploded.
I laid her on the table with her legs widely spread and slowly ran my tongue up and down her pussy lips until she was moaning. I tickled her clit until it peeked out from under its hood. I sucked it between my lips as I continued to flick it with ever increasing speed. I reached up to her breasts with my hands and gently rubbed the tips of her nipples as she thrust her pussy against my face. She soon screamed as an orgasm swept over her.
I continued to suck on her clit as the orgasm grew and intensified. I pulled gently on her new nipple stretchers as a new wave of sensation enveloped her and she closed her legs as far as possible in an effort to relieve the overwhelming sensations I was generating.
With one final kiss to her clit I rose up and began to gently rub her stomach slowly working my way down to her mound. I turned her over onto her stomach and slid her to the edge of the table so that her feet could reach the floor. Her ass cheeks were now the center of my attention as I slowly massaged them with an occasional open handed smack to each just to watch them bounce. Did I mention I like butts? She was still moaning as I gently ran a finger around her little brown spot, teasing and arousing her even further.
I had waited as long as possible; with a nice set of buns staring me in the face I slowly entered her wet pussy from behind. She moaned as the PA ring began to stroke her G spot. As I slowly moved in and out of her I massaged her back starting at her shoulders and working my way down to her lovely ass. I again teased her ass hole with a finger as my thrusting began to increase.
She had been moaning but now the volume was increasing, I began to use short strokes that would stimulate the G spot directly as she continued to moan and slowly built up to a scream. I entered her completely as we came together.
We slowly recovered and she stood up. I hugged her with my arms just below her breasts as I nuzzled the back of her neck and she leaned back into me.
We made our way to the bathroom and played in the shower until all the hot water was gone. We kissed and hugged and groped and just acted like a couple of kids.
Sandy looked in the mirror again to be sure the stretchers were still in place. I asked how they felt, "Nice, I can feel a little tension but they don’t hurt."
"If they become painful I’ll take them off."
"If they become painful I just won’t tell you; I want to keep them on." That’s my girl!
I booted the computer into life and sent an E-mail to the paramedic who operated our ambulance to ask for his help. Apparently he was sitting at his computer as I got a reply in just a couple minutes, as I had hoped, he knew other paramedics all over the country.
I asked if he knew anyone that would be able to transport a patient from Dallas to Hopeful. He mentioned several from nearby towns. I asked again but wanted them to be from a large city several hundred miles away. He replied that he had a friend in Memphis who was having a difficult time that would probably jump at it but the cost would probably be several thousand dollars but he would check on it.
He soon replied that the cost would be $5,500.00. I replied that it would be double that if he could forget to log it and also forget where he had went.
I soon got a reply directly from Memphis saying, "I forgot what I was supposed to remember to forget. Just let me know when and where."
I replied asking for his bank info so that I could transfer half of the money to him right now. He sent it in less than a minute. I transferred the money from a numbered account in the Bahamas; that should be enough to confuse anyone trying to check on it. I suggested that he change the vehicle number to be the same as one of his other vehicles also. I’m sure he was curious but he never asked why all of this was necessary.
Ten minutes later he sent another message, "Thanks, you are a lifesaver for sure." He had checked his account and found the money was there.
I answered a few more unimportant e-mails and told Sandy to get dressed for dinner at Jacob’s. I didn’t have to tell her to wear a topless gown; she already had it laid out on the bed by the time I got to the bedroom. I suggested that since she was going to be showing off with her new jewelry perhaps a butt plug was in order and maybe a nice little chain also. She made a face but agreed as we went to the bathroom for a good internal cleaning.
Two quarts of water always makes her squirm and the ten minute wait drives her crazy. Of course any dribbles are rewarded with ten good swats on the ass, five on each cheek. Somehow in her little dance of distress she managed to contain all of the fluid, all three times. I would have to find some other reason to brighten her backside for display.
I soon found a reason when the brand new rosebud butt plug would not fit. She admitted she had not been wearing her regular plug as much as she should have.
"On the bed, face down," I ordered. Yeah, I’m in charge here, well... sometimes.
I picked up my belt and delivered five medium stokes to her left ass cheek, she accepted them without a sound. Then five to the right cheek, again silence; if this was going to be a challenge I decided to win. Five more to the left check which was already a nice shade of pink; theses got a response in the form of a moan and a wiggle. Five to the right cheek to try for a squeal or two; yep she squealed.
Back to the plug, a lot more lube and several wonderful minutes working it in and out with twists and turns until it finally popped into place with the pretty jeweled knob showing clearly between her cheeks.
The waist strap was buckled tightly around her and a new silver chain was attached to the front. It hung down almost to her knees but right over her clit and hood was a small bracket that held the hood back to expose her clit. A soft rubber ball with many short spikes was also attached to the chain and would lie directly on her clit. The rest of the chain was run between her legs and attached to the back of the strap and adjusted so that the ball was free to move but was always touching her clit.
The gown was really a very special gown. The top was cut so low that her breasts were completely exposed. From the waist down it appeared as normal but was really split down the front and the rear with the material overlapping several inches. There were snaps that could hold the slits open to reveal a twelve inch area of pretty skin and adornments both front and rear. In other words all that would be covered were the outside of her legs.
As we entered the restaurant Sandy checked her long winter coat and we proceeded to the reception area. The little ball on Sandy’s crotch chain was having an effect, as she was a little unsteady on her feet. Jacob met us with his usual smile and commented that Sandy looked beautiful tonight, as his eyes never left her chest. He led us to a table in a small alcove. The waiter soon arrived as I was scanning the menu; his voice caused me to glance up when he asked for the drinks order. It was Willie. He said, "Hi, glad to see you again," As he noted a coffee for Sandy and a coke for me. We both remembered him not only from the restaurant but also from the piercing classes that were held on Friday nights where he displayed his apadravyas, a vertical piercing through the head of the penis.
Before our drinks arrived I saw Jacob leading Robert and Susan to a table nearby. I motioned that they were welcome to join us. Robert waved and they made their way through the tables toward us. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his uniform for a change.
Robert asked, "Anything new on Klaus and Kathy?"
"Not yet, I will be getting daily updates though. Kathy should be well enough to be moved in a couple weeks and Cora is getting everything set up for her in one of the new houses."
We chatted about city business for several minutes and the girls got bored and decided to go to the restroom, which is just what I wanted them to do, I needed to talk to Robert privately.
"Jeff seems to think the crash wasn’t accidental so as Police Chief you need to be aware of the potential problem. Moving Kathy back here is going to require a little subterfuge and that has mostly been arranged. Klaus will be a different situation due to his condition but I feel we need to get him home before something else happens."
We began to discuss various ways to accomplish the moves. We agreed that a chartered flight to Dallas and admittance to Parkland hospital was required. Private nurses would be in attendance 24/7. We quickly arranged to meet in the morning to continue our planning as the girls returned.
Robert finally noticed Sandy’s new jewelry, "Now I like that, simple but elegant, Susan needs some of those. Where did you get them?"
"They were a special order from Jeff that I designed. It will take a few weeks to get them, as there is a backlog of other orders right now."
"I like them but I can wait," Susan said, "It will let my poor little abused nipples get ready for them." I glanced at her nipples to determine if they were healing properly; they looked fine to me.
Our food arrived and Willie gracefully set the table with several stolen glances at Robert. Robert noticed the attention but ignored it for some reason.
When Willie departed I asked, "What was that all about?"
Robert smiled, "He violated the 6 AM to 6 PM curfew that prohibits any open displays while outside workers are in the central compound a few days ago. He was walking down the street with his cock and ball stretcher hanging out of his pants. I arrested him and turned him over to Bill for safe keeping for the day. Bill didn’t want to be bothered and turned him over to Cora. Cora spent the day punishing him in every way she could think of including four hours on the treadmill with his hands cuffed and his cock tied to the front of the machine. He was a very tired little boy when I turned him loose. I don’t think he will go trolling again real soon."
We all had a good laugh from that and the girls began to discuss all the various means Cora could have used to punish him. Sandy began to describe what she had seen when we played with Connie and Michael. Susan was having a hard time believing some of the activities that took place.
The meal was delicious and desert was almost too much as a final cup of coffee was slowly sipped. We agreed to get together for some playtime in the future but not tonight. As we left I confirmed our meeting for tomorrow morning to work on the arrangements for Kathy’s transfer.
Sandy almost fell as the little ball did its job as the attendant brought the van to us. I caught her in time and held her as she regained control of her legs. I helped her into the seat as she relaxed with a huge sigh. The attendant gave me a thumbs-up which was becoming a common sign of approval in the community.
We arrived at the house and I had to help her up the front steps. I refused to remove the crotch chain until she made it to the bedroom on the second floor. She had to sit down and scoot up one step at a time but still discovered the little ball was working well as she had to stop every three steps to recover from the orgasms it was creating. She finally made it to the top and I helped her stand on her wobbly legs. The few steps to the bedroom again created an orgasm as she collapsed on the bed.
I removed the chain and she gave a sigh of relief. She was soon able to remove the gown but I insisted the butt plug should stay until morning.
We drifted of to sleep as I gentle teased her stretched nipples.
Saturday dawned clear and bright with the temperature in the mid fifties with a forecasted high of seventy-five. One of those days in the middle of winter that feel like spring. I made a pot of coffee and waited for Sandy to wake up as I sent a message to Jeff. I wanted him to meet with Robert and I as we tried to find a safe way to move Klaus out of France. I also requested that he leave Jan and Patrick, his two FBI watchdogs at home.
Sandy appeared nude with a cup of coffee in her hand; glanced at the message I had sent and gave me a quizzical look. I told her there were international implications as he wasn’t a US citizen yet. She seemed satisfied with that answer.
I discovered there was an e-mail from the US Consulate in Paris stating the Kathy was improving as expected but Klaus was still in a coma and his recovery was uncertain but he was breathing on his own. He had a severe skull fracture and the resulting severe concussion, which was complicated by the swelling of his bruised brain.
I got dressed, kissed her goodbye and headed for the security office. I was surprised to find Jeff’s car was already there and Robert pulled up as I got out of the van. Bill was at his desk as usual; I was going to have to get him an assistant so that he could have a little free time when the new City Hall was completed and he could move into the corporate headquarters.
I cautioned Bill that what we would be discussing was not to leave the room and jumped right into the problem. The plane crash was not considered to be accidental but rather sabotage by a person or persons unknown. The problem was how to get them out of there and back here without anyone knowing where they went.
I outlined what I had done so far; arranged for an out of state ambulance to transport Kathy from Dallas to Hopeful. I also outlined what could be done to distract anyone that might be watching; several cars running interference or creating obstructions to anyone following the ambulance.
Jeff pointed out that the plan was all well and good as long as there wasn’t any air surveillance. Oops, I hadn’t thought of that, not only helicopters and planes but also satellites were a possibility.
A new plan was discussed for almost an hour before we settled on a modification of my original idea. We would arrange for three ambulances to be at the hospital at the same time. Kathy and Klaus would be put in ambulance number one; the other two were to be distractions. All three would leave at the same time going in different directions; there was a two out of three chance anyone watching would pick the wrong one to follow.
There would also be several cars involved to stop anyone following ambulance number one. If necessary a collision would take place to stop them. The ambulance would head east to the outlying areas on I-30 to a truck stop with a large covered fuel area where it would meet up the out of state ambulance. Kathy and Klaus would be quickly moved to the out of state ambulance and ambulance number one would continue east to Little Rock.
After a wait of about a half hour the out of state ambulance would continue to Hopeful. The six cars, or possibly five if a collision were required, would continue to escort the ambulance.
The cars would be rented by a foreign corporation and paid for with a bankcard from the Bahamas in a totally fictitious name. There would not be a trace of who we were or where we were from. The cars would be wiped down to remove any fingerprints also. Jeff felt this was as secure a method as could be devised.
The next problem was where to rent a plane equipped for medical emergencies with enough range to fly from Paris to Dallas nonstop. Jeff said he could arrange that as long as we didn’t care about the cost. I told him cost was not a factor to be considered.
He let the cat out of the bag a little further when he mentioned that he could arrange a C-130 for the transport. He also outlined a plan to conceal it from surveillance also. He obviously was or had been much more than just an FBI agent.
He asked who had signed the e-mail from the Consulate, when I gave him the name he said, "He’s a good hand. Reply to his message and give him my mobile phone number, tell him to use the scrambler set on coded 707-1. He will know what that means."
You could bet that when I could get him alone we were going to have another very serious talk but that would have to wait until the transfer was made.
Robert had set quietly through the entire discussion. Finally he spoke up, "We have had gangsters here and now we are going to have international intrigue as well? I’m not so sure we need all of this." Actually I had been thinking the same thing; this was supposed to be fun not cops and robbers.
I asked Jeff point blank, "Is Klaus involved in something illegal?"
"No, not really although some of his deals have raised a few eyebrows. There are a few individuals that hold a grudge from past deals though."
Something didn’t sound right, "Then why are the authorities keeping track of him?"
"A couple of his deals hit the French and Russian mafias pretty hard and they will want revenge. If Klaus is kept under surveillance there is a possibility they can be captured or at least stopped."
"Was Klaus aware of this?"
"I don’t think so or he would have been a lot more cautious however I’m sure I don’t have access to all the information"
"How did they know he was here and is that why you are here also?"
"Actually they didn’t and still don’t know of his connection to the group. I hadn’t reported it, as I didn’t know they were interested in him. It will be impossible to hide from them now though."
I thought about that for a couple minutes, "I’m not so sure; we may be able to deceive them also. We are certainly going to try and it would be appreciated if you did not report it and put a muzzle on you’re two watchdogs also."
It was noon as the meeting broke up. I returned to the house to find Sandy watching TV. I answered the e-mail from the Consulate in Paris with Jeff’s mobile phone number and the scrambler code. I also asked that he keep track of the condition of Klaus and Kathy and let me know when they could be moved.
Sandy made a couple sandwiches and a pot of coffee so we sat at the kitchen table and chatted about everything in general.
She was still concerned about her ex-husband but there little I could do to relieve that situation. He had seriously damaged his mental capacities with drugs of all kinds, even some that the labs couldn’t identify. He was safely confined to a mental institution in Terrell, Texas for the time being. She was also concerned about Klaus and Kathy. I gave her the last report and pointed out that Kathy would be hurting as broken ribs are not fun but they would heal in a few weeks to the point that normal activities would be almost painless. However her broken leg was another matter entirely. She would not be able to use crutches for at least six weeks and it would take that much long for the leg to mend completely.
Klaus was another matter; there was no certainty that he would come out of the coma or it might be years before he did. There was also the possibility of brain damage, which couldn’t be detected. It was a craps shoot either way with him, however I felt he would want to be here or he wouldn’t have given me all the financial information. Besides all of that, I didn’t feel he was safe there.
Talking about it reminded me he also had a small safe in his bedroom. I went upstairs to see if I could open it. It was small, about eighteen inches square, but heavy as lead. It had an electronic number pad for the combination and not a clue how it worked or even how many numbers would be in the correct code. I could spend months fiddling with it and still not get it open. I decided to give up on it after an hour or so of trying.
Then I remembered, there was a string of numbers on one of the papers Klaus had left for me. I got them out and began to search for a set of numbers that I hadn’t needed to access the secret accounts. I finally found it in the trust documents. It was all numeric and six characters long. Anyone trying to find it would give up long before they reach 999000.
It worked! I discovered several ledgers and a logbook. As I browsed through them I discovered the formula he used to determine which companies were going to be quick moneymakers. There was also a list of fifty companies with dates beside their names. The top ten names had a second date also. All the companies I have invested in had a second date. This was obviously a list of companies and the dates they would go on the big board and the date their stock was purchased.
I checked the dates closely; there was another company ripe for purchase next week. I noted the name of the stock and cross checked it with the ledgers that listed the major stockholders for all of the companies on the list; there were an awful lot of Russian and French names there. I checked the list for other companies with a high percentage of similar names and found four other companies he had invested in that fit my search. Could it be that this was the reason there was an attempt to kill Klaus?
If this was true I decided to provide a cover for him that could not be broken. While Klaus was unconscious in a Paris hospital the same thing was going to happen to another mafia controlled company.
I put everything back in the safe and locked it, a very profitable afternoon’s work.
I found Sandy asleep on the couch with the TV still on. I glanced at the clock on the mantel to find that I had spent six hours in my office oblivious to the time. I woke her up with a kiss and asked if she would like to go to Jacob’s or just stay home. Silly question, of course she wanted to go out. I followed her up the stairs to the bedroom and noticed her butt plug was still in place.
We went to the bathroom to remove it and do a good cleaning. As it popped out she moaned, "Oh, I though I wanted it out but now I feel empty."
As I filled the enema bag I said, "I will soon solve that little problem," as I attached a one and a half inch nozzle to the hose. It slid in easily as the plug was about that size. I let a full two quarts enter her before stopping the flow but left the nozzle in place. After two days with the plug in her there was no way she would be able to retain all that liquid without making a mess.
After the usual ten minute wait I instructed her to sit on the toilet before removing the nozzle. The results were instantaneous as the soiled water rushed out. After the third washing the water was clear so I cleaned and lubed the plug and put it back where it was designed to go.
She stood up, wiggling her butt, "That feels better already, thank you." I grinned -- if she only knew what I had planned for the evening.
As we showered I checked her nipples for signs of stress from the stretchers, everything look fine to me. We dressed and I put the silver chain around her waist and through her crotch. I left the little ball off this time just for variation. She wore the same style dress but a little different design; this one had cut outs for her breasts.
She made it down the stairs without a problem but walking to the front door made her legs get weak. I let her stand still for a couple minutes before we continued to the van.
Jacob’s was only half full when we arrived so we were able to get a table in an alcove with a nice view of the people coming and going. I saw several people I recognized but also a lot of new faces.
Carl and Joan Batson were at a table across the room with Gerald, who went by the nickname of Jerry, and Betty Kirkland, which was understandable as the small University in Oklahoma employed both of them as Professors. This was the first time I had seen Betty although she had been a member for several months.
Bill and Cora were seated with Jim and Lucy Brown. Bill, as the project manager worked closely with Jim on the many construction projects that were in process. I decided to have a chat with them as I seldom could get together with both of them at the same time; Jim was always at a construction sight during the day.
As I was trying to identify as many people as possible Paul and Tammy entered the dining room closely followed by his niece Nancy and her boyfriend Doug. The kids were both college students at the same school that employed Carl and Jerry; friendly greeting were quickly exchanged as they passed their table.
As our drinks were delivered a large group of people began to arrive including the Police Chief, Fire Chief and several others whom I knew. For the first time I saw Mac and Debbie here. He had her tightly tied as usual and she was happily following him to a table taking small steps due to the hobble chain between her ankles. Her waist was encircled with at least six rounds of rope pulled very tight. Her arms were tied together with her elbow touching behind her and a crotch rope ran from her wrists to her waist ropes and pulled between her pussy lips. Her breasts were tightly wrapped with ropes also. She wore a wide collar with a leash attached, which Mac used to lead her.
Our drinks arrived, delivered by a nude waitress I hadn’t noticed before. I didn’t see any modifications although she seemed distracted. After a little chatting about how she liked her job I asked her what was bothering her.
"My husband put a large vibrating plug in my butt that comes on for about one minute every five minutes. I jump every time it starts up; it’s very distracting." I smiled as she returned to her duties.
I noticed the tables were all occupied and there were about twenty people waiting to be seated. Jacob walked by and looked longingly at our table, as it was large enough to seat a total of twelve. I waved him over and suggested that he could put several more couples at our table. I pointed out several people that were already seated that I would like to have move to this table, which would open up several more seats as some of them were at large tables. I suggested Paul, Carl and Jim would be very welcome. I noticed Connie and Michael with Brenda and Bob were waiting for a table and asked that they join us also.
As everyone arrived and was comfortably seated I began introductions all around. Carl was a professor of agriculture at the school in Oklahoma, Paul was our City Attorney, Michael was the Farm Manager, Bob managed the Super Market, and Jim was the contractor in charge of all construction. Connie was our Ambassador with the county government and courts. Brenda was Bob’s assistant at the Super Market. Jim’s wife, Lucy was not involved in our little community yet. Carl’s wife, Joan was an Economics Professor at the school. Paul’s wife Tammy was his assistant.
I had Michael seated beside Carl hoping they would become acquainted as Michael was a little over his head with the farm management job and Carl could certainly help him.
Michael was Connie’s sub and was dressed accordingly, a shirt that displayed his pierced nipples and the weights they supported. His pants were crotchless to display the aluminum plate that covered his groin and continued between his legs to terminate in a butt plug. The front of the plate was secured to a strap around his waist with his cock and balls protruded through the plate. There was a ball stretcher installed that had to weigh at least ten pounds. His cock was pulled up and tightly strapped to the plate by four small bungee cords. His multiple piercings, an apadravyas and double ampallangs were secured to pegs at the top of the plate with stiff rubber bands that produced a steady pull on them. A tapered and split rod of plastic entered the urethra and was secured to the plate in such a manner that there was a steady pressure forcing it ever deeper and wider. He was required to sit at the front edge of the chair to permit his balls to hang free.
Bob was Brenda’s sub and also wore a ball stretcher and his cock was in a very small cage. His nipples were clamped and also sported weights. The rest of the men were dressed normally.
Among the girls Susan and Tammy were the least decorated with double nipple piercings. Brenda was showing her nipple piercings with a gold chain between them. Her multiple naval piercings were also in view. Joan was displaying her large gauge nipple piercings and wore stretchers that forced her nipples out an unbelievable distance. She also wore an extremely tight corset and a wide posture collar. Her labia piercings each supported a large weight, as did her clit piercing. She was also double plugged and had a crotch strap retaining them that permitted her clit to peak through. Lucy was dressed normally as was Connie.
The waitresses were going crazy trying to find everyone that had relocated. We had three different waitresses for the rest of the meal.
As we were having our after dinner coffee I asked Carl if he would be interested in a permanent position with us as the Agriculture advisor.
"Yes I would if I could afford it; the school compensates me quite well."
"What about you Joan, would you be interested in becoming our Chief Financial Officer?" She nodded her head as much as possible.
"Would you be interested in becoming her second in command, Lucy?"
"Sure, if the pay was right."
"That brings us to Jim. Would you be interested in coming on board with us permanently?"
"I would but that would present a problem as the men are employed by the construction company. Most of them will not wish to make a permanent change."
"I see, I think that company is publicly held." Jim nodded as I continued, "Then that is easy to solve. We will just buy it and put you in charge."
"Why would you do that? I can handle everything you need the way it is."
"I know that but they are showing a pretty good profit from your efforts which means that if we owned it our cost would be lower."
"Now, back to you," as I indicated Carl and Joan, "when can you begin?"
"Right now on a part-time basis and at the end of the term I could move to full time," was Carl’s reply. Joan stated, "I can start immediately as I don’t have any classes this term."
"That brings us to Lucy, when could you start?"
"I will have to give two weeks notice."
"Fine. I will try to find office space for all of you as soon as possible." Bill was going to hate me for this but it needed to be done; it was almost impossible to determine what was happening the way it is now. I suspect a couple of the houses would have to be converted to office use until the new City Hall was completed which also meant we needed more housing.
I assigned Paul the task of buying the construction company. Joan was to work with Bill in an effort to get office space arranged. I asked Carl to go over the farming operations with Michael.
"I’m going to need a couple of assistants if I’m going to be running the whole company," Jim said in a worried voice.
"By the end of next week you will have everyone in the entire company to choose from but if they are going to be effective Jerry will have to clear them as members otherwise they will not be allowed inside the center areas as freely as needed." He was satisfied with that.
It was time to move on to other things. As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant I noticed Jim and Lucy in a private conversation. In fact there were several conversations in progress. Soon it became obvious that the entire group wanted to stay together for the rest of the evening. They decided that my place would be a good location for a party. Damn, I had more or less planned a private playtime with Sandy but she was interested in a more intimate contact with this group, as we hadn’t played with several of them yet. I must be getting old to even think of avoiding this party.