Arcadia
Book two in the
Anomaly Trilogy
By
Frank Zenau
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Arcadia
Chapter one
Having just stepped off the plane from what should have been a quick simple mission we quickly drove to the mansion. Once we arrived at the mansion Beth and I took a quick shower and Justine gave me a fantastic blowjob to ease my tension. It felt good to have my cock in a familiar mouth and I say that because no two women suck cock alike. Justine knew precisely when I was ready to explode in her mouth. Justine loved the taste of sperm and she made sure she had enough in her mouth to savor before she wrapped her arms around my ass and swallowed my cock down and it slid down her throat. I grabbed her head and held her there as her tongue did it’s magic under my shaft milking every droop of hot cum.
They key to running a successful operation like mine is to have good people working for you and Henry proved he was right on top of things. Time was of the essence in the Miranda Cruz case, she had money and the Cuban community was already screaming racism. Other than rumors of wild sex parties, involving some prominent families from all over the State, there was little to go on as far as motive and I doubted that the media even cared. It was the sex they were selling, never mind that one man was dead and a woman charged with murder after what may have been a wild party involving sex and drugs. With Laura’s help Henry had everything set up for me make a quick stop at the Sanibel Police Station to pick up copies of the Police report, copies of surveillance tapes and a chance to go take a look at the crime scene. Thanks to Stanley Fowler, an excellent Defense Attorney Miranda Cruz was out on bail.
Justine and I headed for the Sanibel Police Station, which was on Dunlop Rd. It was easy to find, as was Detective Burns who talking to several news crews, just from listening to him brag I could tell he was a narcissistic prick and the media was fueling his fire. Standing six foot two, he had dark wavy hair and brown eyes. Despite his ego he looked out of place and probably was way over his head by making outrageous comments about the case.
After listening to his endless chatter for nearly twenty minutes even the reporters gave up on him. In the meantime vocal and angry men and women were gathering across the street denouncing him as a racist pig. One by one the news crews eventually gave up on him and made their way across the street to speak to them. It took him several minutes to realize the reporters left him standing alone without an audience.
There are several things I don’t like about men and women, one of them is refusing to shake hands another not speaking face to face and Burns was guilty of both. It didn’t bother me that he was too busy looking at Justine and her tight tiny micro miniskirt. What bothered me was his attitude and he kept calling me Ace. I knew right away this asshole and I wasn’t going to get along.
He tossed me a folder like one would toss something deadly and sneered. “See for yourself, Ace, it’s cut and dry, she’s guilty alright. You might as well face it you’re not going to find anything other than her standing over the body when I got there.”
I picked up the envelope and opened it. Along with his report there were several DVD’s, photos and a Police report inside. The DVD’s were supposed to be copies from the surveillance cameras and we wanted to take a look at them ourselves. I resealed the envelope and handed it to Justine. I looked at Burns. “I’ve got your word nothing has been altered or tampered with.”
Evidently I struck a nerve and he barked back, “Is that the only defense you’re going to use, Ace. We do everything by the book around here so nothing has been tampered with by myself or anyone in this Department, the slut is guilty.”
“I haven’t seen or talked to Miss Cruz so I can’t say if she’s a slut or not, but if you call her a slut one more time, I’ll have your ass off his case faster than you can count to three. Now, any other suspects?”
His face reddened. “None, it’s all in my copy of the report…read it. Now get out of my office, better yet get out of my town.”
“Let’s get a couple of things straight. First of all my name isn’t Ace, it’s Lazarus Lake. Second I’m not leaving this office or town until I get everything I came here for. Third, the last time I heard the taxpayers own this town and you work for them. I hope you’re agreeable to that, if not maybe I’ll let Justine give you a lesson in manners.”
Justine gave him a wicked smile. “Just say when and I’ll stick one of legs ups his ass and if it’s a lose fit I’ll stick the other one up his ass.”
He scoffed at Justine. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m the bitch that can kick your ass from one end of the room to the other, now stop trying to make an impression on me because it’ll never work.”
“Now, you were the first one to arrive at the scene?”
“Yes, I was, now, I don’t have the fucking time to answer your questions, it’s all in my report.”
“If it isn’t, I’ll be back with a court order to make you talk. Now where is your morgue? I want to look at the body before he’s planted underground and then I want to take a look at the crime scene.”
I could see him grind his teeth. He finally looked at his cheap Timex and said. “I’ll meet you there in forty five minutes.”
For a woman dressed like Justine was, it wasn’t easy getting in without showing a lot of skin. There was middle-aged man who probably got more than an eyeful and when Justine noticed him staring between her legs, she smiled, “yes, it’s hairless. Now go home and look at your old ladies pussy and if she has hair down there tell her to shave it.”
“Easy Justine, don’t let Burns get to you.”
“He gave me the creeps the way he kept looking at me and mentally undressing me.”
The morgue was only a few blocks away but with the traffic it gave Justine enough time to examine the photos. “Holy shit! Allejandro Palma has tits and a cock.”
“What is he a hermaphrodite?”
“Not according to this photo. He was wearing a corset with stockings and it looks like he has a nut sack and it’s as big as a fist. His cock, although flaccid, looks pretty formidable as well.”
The M E had Allejandro stretched out on the table doing come cutting on his left breast when we walked. He looked up unconcerned. “I’ll have his implants out in a minute then you can have him.”
“We’re not here to take him out of here. We’re here to see what killed him.”
“I’m sorry you must be Mr. Lake, I thought you were family.” He said.
“No, we’re not but did you say he’s got breast implants?”
He finished cutting and pulled one out. “That’s what they are. Don’t ask me why he had them. All I know is that the family wanted me to take them out before they take him over to the funeral parlor. But if you wanted to know what killed him he was asphyxiated.”
“Asphyxiated?”
“Yep, I pulled out some pieces of pink latex and rubber from his mouth and between his teeth. I’m guessing someone shoved a dildo down his throat. I’ll know more when I get the results back from the lab in Tampa.”
“Was the dildo or whatever it was in his mouth when they brought him in?”
“No.” He replied.
“There are no photos of him with anything stuck in his mouth.” Justine said.
“You sure that it was a dildo or something like that?”
“Pretty sure. The esophagus was torn and bruised and I found traces of what was left of his tonsils imbedded in the lining. The instrument of death, whether a dildo or some similar object, was forced down his throat, resulting in asphyxiation. They found him handcuffed, with his wrists behind his back. He still had them on when they brought him in. From the bruises and lacerations around his wrists he definitely put up struggle. Aside from some older bruises on his buttocks here were no other marks, bruises or anything else that he put up struggle when he was handcuffed.”
“Older bruises?”
“Looks like he may have been a pain freak, I’ve seen enough kinky stuff to know he was into pain and probably loved being canned or flogged. He must have a pretty good session two weeks ago.”
“So you think he knew his assailant?”
“I’m positive of that! Anyway, considering the breast implants I wasn’t surprised to find sperm in his stomach and rectum, suggesting that he had oral and anal sex with several men. I’ve got a copy on my report on the desk for you.”
“Great!” I replied. “Do have a time of death?”
“Give or take ten minutes three thirty AM”
“I’ll leave my card on your desk so when you get your report back from Tampa, call me and I’ll pick it up.”
Burns was already waiting for us. He looked impatient and was pacing up and down the driveway and glanced at his watch. We weren’t late but he acted like we were. I kept my cool despite his stereotype remarks he made about private detectives. I dispensed with the formalities myself.
Allejandro’s house was on the south end of the Island on Periwinkle Way. It was a typical rich man’s second home. An eight bedroom, two story home with a Spanish tile roof. There was a six-foot wall surrounding the house and I could see surveillance cameras strategically set.
Justine was carrying our Nikon d7000 and Burns led us quickly through the house. I could clearly see Allejandro had a party the night before. With the exception of a fingerprint crew it was left just like the cops found it…a mess. When we got to the master bedroom Burns pointed to bed where they found him.
“He was face on his back face up wedged in between the two pillows.”
“Burns, when you found him did he have dildo or something in his mouth.”
“Nope, but there were several laying around the bed, we still have them in the evidence room along with all types of bondage equipment. The guy was real freak. What kind of sick mother fucker goes out and has breast implants.”
“To each his own. Give me and Justine a minute we just want to take a few picture ourselves.”
I looked around the room while Justine was taking pictures. The room was elaborate with a woman’s touch in mind. The closet had more fancy gowns and lingerie than it had men’s clothing. “Damn Lazarus he had more high heels than I do.”
“Obviously a gay cross dresser.”
“Judging from the half naked photos of attractive men I’m sure he was more than just gay. I think he thought of himself a woman.”
“Get photos of them if you can.”
“Burns, you have any idea of how many people were here that night?”
“Sixty-two. Twenty two women and forty men according to the surveillance cameras.” He snapped back.
”Where was Miss Cruz?”
“She told us that she slept two doors down, alone. She came in with a man named Jack Martin, according to the surveillance cameras he left shortly after midnight. When I came in she was standing over the body.” He replied as if annoyed.
“Can you show me where she slept.”
Burns led to the bedroom where Miranda said she slept, it too looked like a woman’s bedroom. The bed was still unmade. I looked around while Justine took more pictures.
“Burns, did you find anything in here?”
“We’ve got two strap on dildo’s downtown in the evidence locker.” He replied.
“Did any of them have teeth marks?”
“How in the fuck do I know? Even with latex gloves I didn’t want to touch them things. For all I know those damn things could have been stuck up her ass or even a man’s ass.”
“I’ll send someone over to take pictures of them and all the other dildos you took out of his bedroom.”
“Did you find a guest list?”
“I didn’t find shit. Why do you ask?”
“Well, he may have been a man physically but mentally he was a woman, he’s got a guest list around here someplace. A computer a laptop or even a calendar.”
“Damn, you’re just wasting my time.”
“The sooner I get what I’m looking for the sooner we’ll be out of here.”
He took a deep breath. “There’s another room down at the end of the hallway that looks like it may have been an office.”
We followed Burns into Allejandro’s office. It looked like a woman’s office and had more photos of naked men sitting on top of the desk and there was laptop. Most people never turn off their computers or laptops and neither did Allejandro. Justine found his guest list almost right away and printed out copies for Burns and us. She handed a copy to Burns. “The sooner we identify who’s who on the surveillance tapes the better.”
Justine and I barely arrived back at the mansion for dinner. Bud, was finished with Jen and Helen and had them fitted with their slave rings and had Helen’s hood removed. He decided to stay for dinner. I couldn’t blame him. Ruthie’s meals were to die for.
I wasn’t surprised that Roger and Mary Ann were still guests at the mansion and sitting next to their daughter Heather, who I rescued earlier from a kidnapper and possible death at the hands of men and women who enjoyed torturing and killing their female victims while video taping them. Heather was not only a guest, but she would work for Henry and Laura while undergoing counseling. Heather was dressed in a pair of silk pajamas and she came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Mr. Lake I never did thank you for saving me and this wonderful opportunity to work for you.”
“No thanks needed. It was my job and I was more than happy to do it and please just call me Lazarus.”
“Thank you anyway, now please excuse me I will put on a dress for dinner. Mary Ann would come with me and help Tanya and me pick something to wear for dinner.”
“I bought several things earlier for both you and Tanya, I’ll stop by our room and pick them up.” Mary Ann said.
“Tanya I’m sure will be delighted as I am. I think you’re trying to spoil us.”
I could never figure out why a woman had change clothes several times a day, but I guess that’s why they are women. Roger and I watched them both walk away. “Gee, I’m surprised she seems to have a very positive attitude.”
“Lazarus, you have no idea how she has changed since coming here. I admit I was skeptical about leaving her here considering all your slaves, and well the nudity, but Henry insists she stay clothed. Zeva assured me it wasn’t going to interfere with her counseling and as far I know she has been right and as a result Mary Ann and I have been much more open with her regarding our own personal lives. As a result she treats Mary Ann much more civilly and that alone is an improvement.”
“I gather she and Tanya still share one of the suites?”
“They are inseparable. Tanya is the sister she never had and while she is learning new things through Henry and Laura, she is delighted that she can teach Tanya. In just a few days there has been a remarkable improvement in Heathers outlook on life. While I realize she is only taking online courses, her grade point average is now 4.0.”
“How about yourself, what are you going to do about your former wife and her husband?”
“You were there to see my reaction, however after much deliberation I thought it would be better to not confront him or the ex wife. Although hell will freeze over before either one will see Heather again.”
“You think that is wise?”
“It was her mother that coerced her into playing bondage games and having sex with him. Not seeing them is basically a decision she made herself. Right now she is very happy and busy to learn everything she can from Henry and Laura and remain down here with her newly discovered sister.”
“Tanya.”
“Heather had some girlfriends over the years, mostly spoiled rich kids and Heather since becoming friends with Tanya is much more comfortable with herself and less critical of others.”
“She certainly seems like she hasn’t lost her spirit.”
“Zeva, Henry, Laura and even Tanya have been crucial in the transformation. The fact that she also has closure knowing her kidnaper and rapist is dead has also been a vital factor because she does not have to constantly look over her shoulders to see if he will repeat his transgressions again.”
“Then you’re pleased the way everything has been handled.”
“Pleased I am delighted not only for Heather, but I feel comfortable knowing that Mary Ann and I will never have to sneak around whenever Heather is in out presence. It took Zeva only two sessions with Heather to realize that Heather has submissive side and why she feels comfortable working with Henry and Laura. She admires them both.”
“I was concerned about that because Laura is totally uninhibited when it comes to nudity and refuses to wear clothes.”
“As do all your other women.” He laughed. “In fact it’s helped Mary Ann out considerably as well. She is more in tune with herself and no longer self-conscious of her body and feels comfortable walking around naked, without having to be a bitch girl.
“A few months ago I would not have tolerated such open display of nudity, but for some strange reason not only do I tolerate it…I expect it. I just didn’t know Heather and Tanya would react to all the nudity.”
“I have been told how all of this came about and now you are the owner several slaves. How you more or less inherited Yolanda, Regina and Sofia as your slaves with the untimely death of a half a dozen of your agents while returning from a secret mission from Jamaica. You also have Justine, Beth and I understand you brought two more slaves with you and have another one coming down in a few days with a new agent.”
“I assure you it all happened very abruptly, I certainly did not plan all of this.”
“I’m sure it could have worked out as well had it been planned. Well, you certainly have an eye for beautiful women, I would be interested in purchasing some collared slaves if you ever decide to sell any.”
I saw Henry walking over to me and he said. “I couldn’t help but overhear the last part of your conversation and I assure you Tanya is perfectly okay and seems to accept what is going on here. Everyone including the staff is delighted with her and I have already seen a big improvement in her demeanor and openness. She’s much more talkative and thanks to Heather, she can use a computer, a cell phone and has developed a fondness of music. I’m handling her the way you handled Cybil and she seems to accept that. The only time she was nervous and seemed frightened was when we took her to take some tests, but Bud and Zeva were with her to whole time.”
“How is Larry working out?” I asked Roger.
“He is an amazing young man, sincere, bright, honest and very hard working. I should be able to go home in a few days and let him run the entire operation down here. I interviewed over a dozen men and women and I would have made the acquisition had I not found him.”
I thought their arrival, would pose a problem, because all of my women who work and live in the mansion were slaves. Not forced slaves, but slaves by consent and chose to be what they are, their bodies totally mine to use and do with as I pleased. Regina, Sofia and Yolanda were not only sex slaves but they also handled many of the day-to-day operations of my company and saw to the sexual needs of my male agents and I had three of them. Justine was not only a good agent, but my slave as well. She was one of three triplets with the anomaly, the other two being Beth and Justine and I owned them too. Then there was Helen, a former Deputy Sheriff, who was now one of my agents and a slave. Evidently my fears were dumbfounded.
Everyone was here for dinner except for Eric and Yolanda, they were both in Ocala shadowing a suspect, a suspect that could lead us higher up the ladder to find the people responsible or had knowledge of the anomaly. The suspects name was Sam Miller, besides transporting slave girls up and down the East Coast; he owned a seedy bar just outside of Ocala. I knew that in a few days I would be shorthanded again, so in the meantime I was going to concentrate on the Cruz case and get it off my desk.
It was comforting to know that my new rules were being adhered too when they showed up for dinner wearing dresses.
Jen and Helen looked a little uncomfortable sitting down, but that was expected. They just had their hoods removed and fitted with a special large clit rings and another special large ring through their perineum. While they may have been a little uncomfortable physically mentally they had accepted that they along with all the others were my permanent slaves.
There was a big difference between, Justine, Jen and Beth and the others. Yolanda, Regina and Sofia were human; Justine, Beth and Jen were not. There is less than one and half percent difference between the DNA in all life forms and humans; they topped the chart by over five percent difference. Physically the looked human, physically they could do things a normal female could not. Their internal organs were stronger, healthier and they could eat and drink things humans could not. To say their mental state could lapse into primeval instincts was an overstatement. Regardless of their DNA I thought they were more human than most humans and more woman than most I have ever met.
When Tanya came up to me to give a hug I could just from the way she walked there was a big improvement in her mental state. She didn’t seem as fragile or look like a small child. Dressed in a conservative dinner dress she looked like a woman rather than scared child. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and she leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Him, is close by and you will find him.”
“I promise I will find him.”
Him was the man that she lived with and beat her without mercy for reasons of his. She had very little memory and for some unexplained reason several men were killed trying to abduct her or kill her. If I could find out who him was, then perhaps I could be a step closer to finding the source or what was behind the anomaly.
“Yes, I know and you will save another woman.” She whispered and smiled.
I knew that Tanya and Cybil were biological sisters but this was the first revelation that she may have Cybil’s psychic abilities. The problem was Cybil seemed to be losing hers and her body had changed. When I first saw Cybil she had a scar from a brand, it disappeared. She had no female reproductive organs, now she did. Cybil had several tattoos, one was a karyotype of her DNA, we had a butterfly tattooed on the nape of her neck to cover a tattoo and now she showed no sign of ever having a tattoo.
The genome or whatever that was driving her RNA was reacting and changing her body to her surrounding. Even her mental functions had increased and she was learning at an accelerated pace just from being surrounded by people who were eager to teach her new things. No, she didn’t lose her psychic abilities; the genome was picking brains to make Cybil smarter.
On Zeva’s advice I resisted the temptation to question Tanya regarding him, currently a nameless man, although we did have our suspicions that he once was called Black and Schwartz and at one time ran several fertility clinics. I felt confident that Zeva would break down that barrier that Tanya had surrounded herself with. Tanya lived within the confines of that barrier and to shield her from the abuse and torture that had befallen on her at the hands of a deranged man.
Ruthie as usual, excelled herself and served us a mouth watering prime rib with a baked potato, white asparagus and spinach salad. I had a rule about talking business at the dinner table so we made small conversation mostly with everyone filling me in on what they had done in my absence.
Due to Justine’s strange habits and the same habits that Beth and Jen had, I kept Justine to myself and did not share her with my men. It was a mistake on my part, not because I didn’t trust them, but to protect them all. I soon realized that there would be resentment with Yolanda, Regina and Sofia…slaves they may have been…slaves have feelings too. Their dedication to their duties was unprecedented, sexually they pleased my men, sexually I had little contact with them and never took one to my bed, I owned them, they loved and they ached to have me love them back.
After dinner, I pulled Regina and Sofia aside while the others helped Ruthie clean the kitchen. “I understand that you wish to speak to me regarding certain matters.”
“You won’t beat us for speaking the truth?” Regina said.
“No I won’t. But considering that Yolanda, Marion and Susan are not here, do they feel as you do and share your opinions.”
“They do.” Sofia said.
“So what is that you wish to discuss?”
Sofia took a deep breath and said. “We love you and all the men, but we want to be treated as equals with Justine, Beth and now Jen.”
“We feel that now Beth and Jen are your slaves we will be cast aside even further.” Regina said.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that, before too long despite our desire to please you we will be nothing in your eyes and there just to kiss your feet.” Regina said and added. “As your slaves, it is your prerogative to let us succumb to be nothing, but we feel that we must draw attention to this matter because we love you and we want to be loved by you as well.”
“The mansion may be a large place, but we are not fools and we have know about the secrets between you and Justine and how she pleases you. We know she has sex with the dogs and to be honest prior to your arrival we have had sex with the dogs. None of that matters to us because as slaves we have no choice in these matters and we will continue to serve you as you desires or in any capacity.” Sofia said.
“You may beat me if you wish.” Regina said and added. “There are many things we can do and do without, but your refusal to take us in your bed hurts us deeply. We are all fair and beautiful are we not?”
“Very much so.”
“Then take us into your bed as well and tell us that you loves us as you do Justine.” Regina said.
“Just because we do not have the anomaly does not make us inferior, it makes us want to try harder and it something you have ignored or refused to see in us. You may also consider the men’s feelings.” Sofia said.
“Are you saying they may feel that they are not worthy to engage in sex with Justine?”
“We can not speak for the men only what we see in their hearts. You have no problem sharing us with them because we are slaves. Justine and now the others, are just as much slaves as we are, although Justine is a trained agent we understand Helen may have such training.” Sofia said.
“I see, you not only feel rejected but insecure that I would surround myself with slaves with higher physical capabilities.”
“Yes.” Sofia said.
“Susan and Marion, feel the worst neglected, which doesn’t make sense, they are more beautiful than we are and the least used when it comes to sex.” Regina said.
“They used to be the most used because they love gangbangs and golden showers for humiliation.” Sofia said.
I surprised them both when I said. “I agree with what you have said and I will rectify it. Henceforth, I will take you one by one in my bed. I will train you in the field and will train the others to do your jobs. As for the secret that I leave to you as I have no intention of forcing that on to you. You may if you wish have access to the kennel to pleasure yourselves and if it is your desire to be bitch girls I will allow that as well. Regarding Justine, Beth and Jen and considering that you are confident in your abilities to please a man the men may take them in their beds. Is there anything else?”
“The men have expressed a desire to bind us and whip us for mutual pleasure and the desire is in us as we had many sessions like that with Danny and his men.” Regina said.
“That I will allow as well. What else can I do for my beautiful slaves?”
“Please, whatever you do don’t ignore us let us prove our devotion and worthiness to you. While we may not have all the physical attributes that Justine, Beth and Jen posses we do wish and desire to be used and to please.”
Chapter two
After my discussion I had enough time to visit with Cybil, Larry and the twins. On seeing the house, Laura had done an excellent job considering the short amount of time she had. But then when you throw money around like it’s endless supply you would be surprised how fast people work.
Larry greeted me at the door with a big smile. “Come on in. Cybil is in front room feeding the twins.” He said.
Cybil looked up and smiled when she saw me. She was breast-feeding both twins at the same. She didn’t blush or try to hide her breasts from my eyes.
“I’m so glad you came by to say hello. Can we get you anything? I made some ice tea.”
“Sure why not, but I can only stay a few minutes. I just came by to say hello and see how you are getting along.”
Larry brought me the ice tea and I spoke briefly with both of them. Larry seemed happy with the job despite the long hours of managing several stores. “It’s challenging to say the least.” Larry said and continued. “But the rewards for helping people out is endless. People come in every day with computer problems, mostly because they have a virus or spyware in them. Then they thank us endlessly for saving their files and photos. I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you for everything…the house…my new Ford Escape…everything.”
“I told you before, just take care of Cybil and those lovely twins.”
“That I will, you can count on it.”
Cybil put the twins down on each side of her and stood up. She had on a pair of white shorts. She didn’t bother covering her breasts and then picked them both up again and said. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to get them ready for their nap.”
She came back shortly, still topless. It didn’t bother me at all. I had seen her lovely breasts numerous times and Cybil had spent most of her adult life naked. I was thinking about how Larry felt about it when he said. “After stopping by the mansion a few times and seeing all of your lovely naked women, I realize that if one takes a healthy approach to nudity it’s actually quite wonderful. In the evening Cybil and I always go swimming naked.”
“It wasn’t just the mansion.” Cybil laughed. “When he saw all those beautiful scantily clad women in tiny thongs at the beach he realized we were the odd couple and it embarrassed him. He even bought me one of those tiny Brazilian thongs. Richard and Paula invited us over last night for a swim and I wore it, but I took it off because Paula was naked.”
It didn’t matter to me what people did in their private lives, but it struck me as odd that Paula would be swimming naked. But I wasn’t going to doubt Cybil’s word.
“I realized that there was no reason to be jealous if another man looked at Cybil. She is beautiful and she loves the twins and me and if people look at us, it’s not going to be to make fun of us.” Larry said. “I was socially ostracized back home and it’s not a very good feeling. I can’t allow my family to be social outcasts like I was.
“That’s great because I don’t want either one of you to feel uncomfortable when you come over to visit us. Now in the meantime I would appreciate it if you could call Michelle and get a list of servers and equipment I will need to operate a website with live streaming videos, secure payment and membership…whatever it takes. Just think of it as a really big sale.”
“Do you need someone to help you design a website, because my store manager right here in Ft. Meyers is really good at it. His technical skills are not quite as good as mine, but his designing skills and programming are better than mine. In fact, he and I are probably going to be very good friends.”
“His wife is very charming and pretty. She just had a baby too and we invited them over for a barbecue and swim in our pool this Saturday. It will be our first time entertaining anyone. In West Virginia everyone thought of Larry as different and he had no friends. Larry is not quite as socially awkward as everyone thought he was. It also didn’t help that Shawnette was doing her best to take away his self-esteem.”
“How come, you don’t have Michelle do it?” Larry asked. “I thought she was getting ready to move to Ft. Meyers.”
“She has some serious health problems and in my last conversation with her she is still checking referrals from various doctors.” I said not know at the time how serious her health problems were but I was counting on her to move to Ft. Meyers.”
“I guess that would explain why Richard and Paula cancelled their plans to move.”
I had no idea that Richard cancelled his plans, but I figured if he really did then he would tell me himself, so I didn’t attempt to pump more information out of Cybil and Larry.
By the time I got back to the mansion everyone was either in the bar or out by the pool. That is except Justine, Beth and Regina they were either by the pool or the kennel.
Roger was at the bar with Mary Ann and Jen. Mary Ann had fur straps around her ankles, and wrists with a fur ball sticking out of her ass. She was on all fours lapping a drink from a bowl. I had to admit she looked great pretending to be a bitch.
Sofia was behind the bar mixing drinks and I had her fix me a rum and coke. Ignoring Mary Ann who was trying to sniff my crotch I turned to Roger and said. “Roger before you go I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Anything, I owe you big time.” He replied.
“Before you go can give my men a few pointers on how to flog and cane a woman.”
“Sure, but its no big secret. Every woman has a different level of pain it’s knowing that fine line where pain is pleasure.” Roger said.
“Timing along with touching and feeling even talking is important is also important.” Jen said and went on. “I’ve had men just start whipping me senseless and never cared about how I felt. It was more like punishment rather than pleasure although my pain did bring pleasure to a sadist. Having been whipped by real sadists and while I do enjoy being whipped, it is no picnic.”
“She’s right, a woman or a man for that matter must be able to distinguish the difference from when he or she is punished or for their mutual pleasure. I’m very cautious about allowing men to whip Mary Ann. Like Jen says, some men just start whipping a woman without rhyme or reason. That gap after you flog her is crucial and it helps if you touch her and let her feel your hand on her and feel the heat of her body on your hands.”
“Lazarus if you don’t mind I can help Roger give several demonstrations.” Jen said.
“Very well, I just found that they enjoy a good pleasure session.”
Roger had a grin on his face. “Mary Ann and I have many pleasure sessions like that and done properly is pleasure to both.”
Henry and Laura came in. Henry spoke briefly with Roger and then stepped up to the bar. Laura stepped behind the bar and poured Henry a drink. Mary Ann on all fours tried to go behind the bar and Laura slapped her on her ass real hard and said. “Don’t even think about coming back here and sniff my pussy, go on and lay someplace or find a toy to play with.” Mary Ann yelped and came flying out from behind the bar and scooted under a table. “Dogs, what are you going to do with them? It’s a good thing Roger is a guest or other wise this bitch would be in the kennel with her own kind.”
“I heard you’re planning on cross training all of your slaves and allowing the men to take Justine, Beth and Jen to bed.” Henry said.
My men, probably already know what’s going, even if they don’t, are going to feel rejected if they are excluded much longer. I want my men and my slaves to feel that they are all important to me so, yes; no more secrets and no slave will be off limits.”
“Cross training them to work in the field is a good plan and you have good men to teach the girls what to do in the field. If business keeps up you will need them. And to keep up the morale you’re making a smart decision.”
“So are you saying this because you would like to tap one of them?”
“Yes and no.”
I saw Laura give him a smile. “He’s such a smooth talker. We have been discussing about me becoming a slave and I am seriously thinking about the whole master/slave relationship. Cybil was right I am a slave more so than I realized and as much as I love Henry and he me, we both realize that between us a master/slave relationship will not work. In order for me to become a slave it will require a different man and Henry admits he would fall back into the same trap.”
“I’m seeing things much clearer now. I realize now that my behavior was inexcusable and how I treated Beth was a shame. Laura has resumed her sessions with Zeva and I have been sitting in on them and through Laura I’m learning more about myself. I realize that I cannot accept the responsibility of owning a slave.”
“Lazarus, Henry is not the same man that came to us looking for help. He takes his work and his studies for the Florida bar exam seriously. I think one of the reasons we get along is because we work hard and we play hard. He’s an incredible fuck and loves to eat my pussy out after he fucks me. But when we look in each others eyes we realize together our cup is still only half full and neither one of us could survive in a monogamous relationship very long. Through my sessions with Zeva I know now that I do need a firm hand and much more.”
I could see Henry’s face turn a shade of red. “Don’t worry Henry, there’s nothing wrong with eating well fucked pussy. Think of it as soul food.”
Henry laughed. “Not to change the subject are you really thinking of doing live streaming videos out of here, with the girls naked and such?”
“That’s the current plan. It will be strictly girl on girl action.”
“How is that going to tie in with everything you have?”
“I really haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m thinking of making my San Francisco operation totally separate from this operation down here.”
“No shit!”
“What kind of separation do you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking of closing down the Detective part of the operation in San Francisco. For some reason all our booking are coming through this office and most tours are on the East Coast. I’ve looked at the books very carefully and it’s not cost effective to keep it running. We do a better job with our clients out here and I’ll use the men out there as free lancers. Over all they’ll make about the same money, but we won’t be burdened by their outrageous expenses.”
“Then you did look at the expense reports and comparison charts I sent you.” Laura beamed.
“They got my attention real quick and there is no excuse why their expenses should have tripled for the same amount of business they had when I left.”
“Are you saying they are mainly going to handle the taxes and other associated legal aspects?” Henry asked. “What about the special retirement and saving accounts you set up for your slaves?”
“With all the tax preparation going to that office they’ll have more work than ever before. But I want those special accounts to be handled by this office only and I want everyone to receive quarterly statements, so they know their future is taken care of.”
“Is Masanori still going to run the tax end and has he done anything about their over bloated expenses?”
“When I asked him about the expense reports he told me that an attempt to crack down on the men just led to further abuses and he is in favor of it.”
“Do I get a vote in this?”
“Yes, but before you do I want you and Laura to sit down and review the books very carefully and keep in mind that with this reality website we can take in a cool half a million a month with little or no over head.”
“How’s that?”
“With the exception of the thousand dollars a month I put in each of their retirement account, our production costs are low and Jen knows what it takes to keep a captive audience and entertain them.”
“I’ve thought about that after we shipped all the tax preparation work to San Francisco. “ Laura said and added. “You will saving about a quarter of a million dollars a month plus expenses by doing that. I still have a copy of my report on my desk which I will gladly let Henry read so he can vote intelligently.”
“That’s pretty well the way I have it figured out.” I replied.
“When you get chance you can look at a report on your desk regarding our downtown property. Our current tenants have not been adversely affected by the economy so rather than selling it in this poor economy with some minor renovation we can turn our old offices into a food court and approach some fast food chains about renting spaces as express stations.” Laura paused for a few seconds before continuing. “You will also need to find someone to replace Michelle.” Laura said.
“Replace her! I knew she had some health problems but I thought she was moving here. That’s why I was buying the house for her to keep anyone from buying it.”
“She’s afraid to tell, you.” Laura said.
“Tell me what?”
“She sent me a text message last night. She’s dying and my father and Paula are not moving.”
“They are not moving?”
“No, I’m sure he will explain it to you tomorrow evening. But you should call Michelle at the first opportunity.”
Chapter three
I stepped out on the patio and I called Michelle right away. “Lazarus I’m sorry for putting you through all that trouble, but I just never took it seriously until the day before yesterday.” She said.
“Have you had second opinion?”
“That was my third opinion.”
“Jeez, Michelle. I don’t know what to say other than let me know what I can do to help you.”
“Whatever you do don’t feel sorry for me. Thanks to you my family will be well provided for.”
“What are they going to do?”
“I’m leaving that up to Joe. He’s talking about moving back to Puerto Rico where his family can help raise our son.”
“But you’re pregnant as well.”
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold out long enough to carry her to give her a fighting chance. If anything, I’m more afraid for her.”
“How long do you have?”
I could hear crying in the background. “Four weeks at best.”
“Keep me informed. In the meantime let me know if there is anything you need.”
“Thanks Lazarus.”
That was definitely going to be a serious blow to the operation. I had to find someone fast and I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Talent like Michelle was hard to find and when you did find talent like that, it was never cheap.
By the time I went back inside Roger was back at the bar talking to Henry and Sofia was still tending bar. Roger stood up and said. “Sofia, can you fix me one to go. I think I’ll take my little bitch to the kennel.”
We looked around for Mary Ann and I saw her hiding under another table. Obviously she wasn’t too keen on having sex with a real dog, but like it or not, Roger I knew would, if he had to, beat it into her. I figured she liked the punishment aspect of their relationship and why was always so stubborn.
Roger had a leash on the far end of the bar and he went over to get it. With leash in hand he called out to her. “Come on out.” He said calmly. “It’s time to take you for a walk before you piss or shit in the house.”
With some reluctance she finally came crawling out whining like a puppy. From the look in her eyes, I think I guessed wrong and maybe she was eager to be a real bitch.