"We all agree then. Mark has the potential. Right?"
Both Melanie and I nodded in agreement.
"That being the case, John you need to train him up. Do what you can to build some ego in him. I was thinking we could place ads for college women to participate in some sex therapy research at my clinic. Hell, I could even apply for a couple of research grants.
"Alright, I'm waiting. You can both tell me that I'm a multi-tasking genius now."
"Yes Carol, you are a multi-tasking dynamo, but let me ask, what did we promise Mark?"
"Well, I figured he needed training and even if we use hookers to start his training off, he will probably need about twenty sessions to become even close to your proficiency. We need him to be as good as you, if we intend to train six or eight more people before we open.
"I offered him an extra fifty dollars a night for training and once the facility opens he will be paid sixty five thousand a year plus a bonus for each requested session."
Melanie spoke, "That sounds like a lot of incentive to become proficient."
"Yeah, but we have a responsibility to our clients to ensure he becomes better than the others, who both John and Mark will train.
"That's the only way we can justify a session cost of six hundred, base fee for his services.
"Your fee John will depend on the client's ability to pay and the importance of the client to us. Theoretically, you could do half your work for free. Thus insuring loyalty, referrals and advertising. Items whose value well exceeds our costs of good will.
"Now, that brings us to you Melanie. How are you coming along?"
I looked at Melanie and a bewildered look crossed my face.
"First, I can see by John's expression, we need to bring him up to speed.
"John, my expertise is to bring investment money in. We are looking for four female investors with enough money to invest twelve million each. In addition, they would need to come up with another five million for expansion in eighteen to thirty months after our opening.
"The problem that I'm having is that we have limited time to move on this and we only want women investors. That is two limiting factors, making it difficult to have the best mix of investment money.
"You see John; our best chance for success comes if we have European money. They would be a strong influence on the jet setters that will be our bread and butter. Plus, you can be assured that not all the women I have in mind will be open to our plan.
"Here is the bad news. We have meetings with Singh Hadi Siddhu. She is a savvy Indian woman, not the most pleasant person you will ever meet, but she does have access to a lot of cash. Her brother never married and when he died, she took over the business he built. A global trade consortium dealing in brass. She would not be my first choice of investors, but if we need money, she is as good as they come.
"Next, is Sybil Tishman.
"Don't groan Carol. I know that you had a couple of consultations with her and came away displeased.
"Is that putting it nicely?"
Carol couldn't contain herself, "Displeased! John, hear this out. This dimwitted, at the time nineteen year old spoiled JAP, with a squeaky whine for a voice, is telling me that I should perform surgery on her to, and get this, increase the size of her labia so she can provide her then skinhead boyfriend with a more satisfying sexual experience.
"If you think that's bad, a month later, after getting some quack in Brazil to give her big pussy lips, she comes back in to see me. Now she wants a boob job. She wants to be a 32 E and to have her ass cheeks separated, making her crack wider, so her bikini won't be able to hide as much."
"What's a JAP," I asked.
Carol looked surprised, "You don't know about JAP's. Oh John, you will be dealing with loads of them in this business, and you'll just love them."
Melanie interrupted, "Stop that Carol. First off, Sybil is now twenty two and has changed. Secondly, JAP means Jewish American Princess, and it is not a complementary term.
"Sybil is the daughter of Alfred and Goldie Tishman. The husband and wife real estate investors, who probably owned half of El Paso. When they died in a small plain crash, Sybil took over. According to the terms of the will, the present real estate holdings are to be managed by the Real Estate Attorney, Daphne Dawes, better known in real estate circles as 'The Barracuda'. I only dealt with her once, and Barracuda, was not the B word I had for her.
"One of my recent contacts is Winifred Gates, Houston oil money. Winnie, as she has allowed me to call her, looks like she is in her mid thirties, she won't give her real age, but from what I know of her history, she has to be in her mid and probably late forties. Her husband Randy is seventy-eight and they have been married for more than twenty years.
"Randy has the onset of Alzheimer disease. Winnie makes the family decisions and allows the present CEO, I can't recall his name, to run the business for her.
"Next on the roll, are the twins, Robin and Rose Banks. They are new internet money.
"They took a big risk and bought up tens of thousands of web addresses. Over the years they have sold them off, making millions, selling them to Pepsi, Midas Muffler, Triple A, and the list is long.
"I think I remember reading that Mac Donald's paid eight million for one of them."
"Sonya Shcherbakov. Ring a bell Carol?"
"Oh my God, Melanie, not the Russian Mafia Princess."
"Well, I haven't contacted her, and I won't, unless we become really desperate, but she is staying in LA at this very moment and you and I both know, she would jump at this."
'There are times, I thought to myself, that you ask questions about things you don't understand. Then there are times to say nothing, and I really felt, that this was one of those times to just be that fly on the wall.
Melanie continued, "The next two should be a sure thing."
Carol interjected, "I was wondering when you were going to mention, IS and Nicoletta."
"Nikki is on her way here. That was part of my surprise for tomorrow. She will be arriving around three p.m., at her place. I talked to her about our plans and she is excited.
"John, I didn't mean to keep you out of the conversation, but Nicoletta and IS are almost like sisters to me."
"I know this sounds odd." I said, "But who is, IS?"
"Ingine Severson, that's why we call her, IS and it is also the name on her product line.
"You once mentioned that you liked how soft my skin feels. Well, it is her moisturizers and creams that do it. She is a chemist and developed her own line of skin care products.
"They're not very popular in the US, but in Scandinavia and Europe, they are the high end of cosmetics."
"Funny how things intertwine," said Carol. "Just a few weeks ago, I came across an article about Norse mythology. Did you know that names beginning with "Ing" indicate a worrier? Immediately I thought of IS."
"Yeaah, daat woood bee herr." Melanie tried to speak with a Scandinavian accent.
"As for Nicolette, she is Italian. Nicoletta Bialatto. Her family makes espresso machines. Lots of them. You will find them in one shape or another in every home in Italy, France, Spain, Portugal, Greece, Turkey, Egypt and a half dozen other countries. The machine on my counter at home was a gift from Nikki."
Carol began, "You know if IS finds out that Sonya is even being considered by you, she will dig her heels in and won't invest a penny."
"Yeah I do, and I also know that if Sonya gets wind that IS, might even consider investing, she will try and worm her way into the deal."
"I take it these two have a hate, hate relationship." I said.
Carol said, "These two would cut off their arm if they thought it would piss the other one off."
"Yeah." said Melanie, "The Russian Mafia Princess, as we like to call her, developed a knock off product, called AZ. IS, swears that Sonya stole her formulas.
"They once met at a trade show, and IS and Sonya got into a real fight. IS came away with a hand full of long black hair and had it mounted in a frame that she keeps on her desk."
Carol spoke, "Now that Melanie has the money lenders lined up, it is going to be up to you to get them to write the check. It is literally in your hands. We only need and want four of them, but the truth is that we just don't know how they will perceive what we are offering."
Melanie now spoke, "Sorry to put the pressure on you John, but even the women that I consider to be like sisters are going to want proof that there will be a demand for the products that we are going to promote. What you do is the unique draw that will insure our success." ----------
We had been talking for hours, covering everything from our new venture to telling jokes.
"I've got one," Melanie said. "There was this motorist, who while traveling through Iowa ran out of gas. There was nothing for miles around. She didn't even have cell phone service.
"She was banging her head against the steering wheel, punishing herself for being so stupid, when she heard a buzzing and a tapping at her window.
"It was a honeybee. He told her to remove the gas cap and get back in the car. She did and a few minutes later there were swarms of bees all around her. They were flying into and out of her gas tank. It didn't take long for the swarm to disperse. When the last bee came out of her tank, it tapped on her window and signaled her to turn the ignition. She did and the car started up. She excitedly rolled her window down and asked, "How did you do it."
The Bee replied; Bee Pee.., get it? 'BP', like the gas."
We all laughed and Melanie said, "We must all be punch drunk tired to laugh at a joke like that. Carol, if I call my mom and she says it's alright, can we sleep over tonight?"
"Melanie, I'm hurt that you felt you had to ask. You two turn in and I'll lock up and see you in the morning, not to early."
"Oh Shit." Melanie said, "We have to get up early."
"What," was the common reply from both Carol and I.
"That's the other part of the surprise. We have to be at the Rodeo private airstrip at ten in the morning. Before we go there, John and I need to change."
"I'll bite," said Carol. "Why do we have to be at the airstrip before the chickens get up?"
"Nikki is sending a helicopter for us, and I wanted some time so we could all see and take pictures of the spa. Neither of you have seen it."
"That's nice," said Carol. "Take lots of pictures and send them to me."
"Ok, but Nikki will be disappointed that you didn't want to see her."
"Melanie, if John ever tells you that you are a royal pain in the posterior, believe him."
With that, we turned in. ----------
I was dreaming of bees peeing, when one of the buzzing bees said, "Time to get up." and I felt it tickle my ear as it buzzed.
"Come John, time to wake up."
"It can't be morning yet," I groaned. "We just went to bed."
Melanie leaned over me and brushed a breast against my lips, I was fast enough to stick my tongue out and just catch her nipple as she pulled it away.
"Fine, you definitely got my attention, now I'm awake. Only I want to see you get Carol up like that."
"Not me lover. I'm going to pull the sheets back. You're going to suck one of her nipples in your mouth and then let go. Do you understand, because if you latch on to it like a little piglet, I'm going to give you a swat."
"Fine, lets do it, but first I had better put my pants on."
We crept into Carol's room, Melanie pulled the sheets back and there they were. The areola wasn't as big as when she was turned on and the eggplant colored, heavy nipple was sunken in. I was admiring them, when I felt a light tap on the back of my head.
"Just a reminder" the voice said.
I darted forward and with a strong suck, I could feel the nipple pop out. I felt its roughness against my tongue as I released it and was rewarded with a "very good".
Sucking Carol's teat worked as good as Melanie's nipple against my lips worked on me.
Carol opened her eyes, looked at us and said, "That beat the hell out of my alarm clock."
"Come on, up, shower. John and I are going and we will see you at the airstrip at 9:45. Got that?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm moving."
When we got to Melanie's, I got my cloths and carried them in. The second the door shut, Melanie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Not a hot passionate kiss, but one that was soft, sweet and made me feel, well, feel loved by her.
I responded in kind, hoping I could make her feel the warmth and love that I had just felt from her kiss. We broke and I looked into her eyes.
The love in my hart was over flowing as I said, "Melanie, this isn't the most romantic place to tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and if you ever get the urge to make this permanent, -- can I ask, --- I mean would you ever consider being my, -- I mean taking me as...
"Oh Melanie." I hugged her close now and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll frighten you or up set you or worse make you turn away from me."
She pulled away, just enough to look me in the eyes, "John, I love you and could think of no better place to be but in your arms forever, but now, things are moving to fast. Please, don't give up on me. If you ask me again, ninety days after we open, I promise my answer will be yes. How is that for a commitment on my part?"
I whispered, "Carol would be so proud." ----------
At 9:35, we pulled into the parking lot at the airstrip and parked close to the entry gate. At 9:50, the Helicopter arrived and fifteen minutes later so did Carol.
Not an hour later, the pilot was landing at the helio-port, a mere fifty yards from what looked like the main building.
The pilot told us, "I was instructed, by Ms. Bialatto personally, to provide you with air service as you desired, until four p.m., at which time she expects to see me land at the villa, with you Ms. Harris and your party.
"Ms. Bialatto also told me that if a Dr. Rhodes was with you, I could expect delays. Because of this, I will be excused, if I have to use force to comply with Ms. Bialotto's wishes."
He looked at Carol and winked while saying, "I hope that will not be necessary."
"Fine," said Carol, "but if we are late, you can tell her that you were only trying to protect her. Because I told you that if she ever found herself in need of any surgery, I'd be there, and when she woke from anesthesia, she'd find herself with a pair of 34 double F's."
"Carol, you're terrible," Melanie said, as she gave her a soft slap on the arm.
Now speaking to the pilot, she said, "The worst thing is, she could and would do it."
"In any case," said the pilot. "I took the liberty of bringing some of Ms. Bialotto's favorite outing foods for your lunch." ----------
The three of us set off and walked around to the main entrance. I had been delegated the task of taking photos of the place, that would be used in our pitch to the investors.
The place was not what I had imagined. For some reason, I thought there would be a black iron fence and swinging gate surrounding a four-story stucco building with shuttered windows and ivy crawling up the walls.
Instead, there was a stonewall fence with a variety of assorted plants running along it. There was a gleaming stainless steel gate, big enough for two trucks to pass through at the same time, with a small guard shack in the middle.
The drive from the gate to the entry was like that of a fancy hotel, complete with waterfall, small pools that were surrounded by tropical plants, some of which were dead.
The façade of the main three-story building was red clay colored polished stone with white sand stone base and corners.
Inside, it was like a plush hotel, lots of stonework, a small fountain and a very small reception desk.
Melanie had said that it was being sold, as is. I didn't know that meant it was furnished with high end everything, from potted plants that were all dead, to tablecloths and china in the dining area. No wonder she and Carol were so hot about this place.
I was happily clicking away with my digital camera. As the most popular words spoken were, "Look at this, over here."
We were shocked when we saw the pilot, who asked, "Aren't you three going to take a break, after all the work I put into packing a lunch?"
I looked at my watch. "Good lord," I said, "it's after one."
And as I thought about it, yeah, I was starved.
We followed the pilot outside to the covered patio, where he had set up lunch for us.
On a table was an assortment of different cheeses, three different types of olives that I was unfamiliar with. Then there was big round crusty loaves of bread, the diameter of a basketball, in addition to a meat that looked like an a miniature salami sausage.
To wash it all down, there was Aqua di Fugi and non-labeled bottles of red wine. After drinking some, I began to understand the real meaning of wine having body.
This was great, and I was beginning to believe the four essential food groups should now be Bread, Wine, Olives and Cheese.
We sat there, eating, drinking and talking. An hour passed before we were able to pull ourselves away from the lunch. All I really wanted to do was take a nap but there was still a lot to see. As we looked, we began to feel that this place was ours.
We toured the hospital and surgery wing, Carol seemed very impressed with the layout and could not believe the equipment that had been left.
"They couldn't realize the value and salability of this equipment," she said. "Even used, this would sell for several million."
We all knew it was getting close to the time we would have to leave, Melanie was now rushing us along and when we finished our tour, she stopped everything.
"Carol; I have a favor to ask before we see the last area. Would either of you mind if I picked the house that John and I will live in?"
The words came as a shock to my ears and must have registered on my face, because she quickly added, "That is if you want us to live together."
"I'm excited, when can we start to buy furniture," I said. My words visibly relaxing her.
Carol however looked at me and said, "Nice save, you were one step away from living in a dog house.
"Melanie, baby, you can have anything you want."
"Well, if that's the case, come with me and I'll show you."
We walked to the west of the facility toward a stand of very tall poplar trees. A small path led out to a very small road that led to... " Wow," I said as I saw two homes that would come close to rivaling Carols.
"That one." Melanie pointed to what was to be our home. It was not as big as the other, though the basic design was the same.
"Come on," she said.
She was like a kid in a candy store. For a woman that saw more than fifty homes a week, you wouldn't expect her to be this excited over one. Though, once the door was opened, I became just as excited as she was. It was still furnished, though everything was very dusty. Some of the items, I wasn't fond of and I could tell either was Melanie as she said, "That will go and that is just ugly."
She showed the downstairs area as if she were in sales mode. Then it was off to the upstairs. The master bed and bath was my idea of living. The foot of a King-size four poster bed faced a giant window that over looked the valley. The view alone was worth a million.
I was alone, still admiring the master bedroom, thinking of sex, when I heard Carol take on her doctor's voice.
"Melanie, is this why you wanted this house?"
"Well," she began and paused. "I hadn't asked John if..."
I stepped into the hall and saw them both looking into one of the bedrooms as I asked, "Hadn't asked John what?"
They both just looked at me and I caught a glimpse of fear. "What," I said in a more demanding voice as I looked into the room and was momentarily struck dumb.
It was a nursery.
Melanie noticed my momentary shock and tears came flooding to her eyes. That was enough to make my brain synapses fire rapidly and assess the situation.
I turned on her, wrapped my arms around her, picking her up off the ground and spun around, before putting her down and hurriedly saying, "Sorry, did I hurt you." As I bent slightly and put my hand on her belly.
I heard a loud, "Oh My God, is there no limit to the male ego. You stick you're dick in a woman and assume your seed can overpower modern medicine."
"What," I asked.
Carol now looked at Melanie, "Well I guess you have your answer."
"What, "I said again.
Melanie had even more tears in her eyes.
"Please, so I don't have to say WHAT again, will some one take pity on me?"
Melanie looked down, "No, I'm not pregnant, but I want to be. I just wasn't sure that it would be what you want. When Carol saw that room she believed that, this was my way of making a subtle hint to you."
I took her in my arms, "If you want, come with me and we can take care of that right now, though personally, I'd rather wait until we were married."
"If you two don't stop this mush, I'm going to barf."
"Come here baby, I said to Carol, "Time for a group hug."
"No Carol said, "It's time to go before fly-boy ties me up to the out side of that rotary-craft and flies off. ----------
At 4:00 on the dot, we touched down at "The Villa".
We were greeted by a young Sophia Lauren. Long dark brown hair, big deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, full lips on a long face and cleavage that, "Ouch" I said as Melanie gave me a sharp elbow in the ribs along with some sound advise. "Close your mouth, you're drooling."
Nicoletta, or Nikki as she asked me to call her was an Italian bombshell. When I say that she looked like Sophia Laurens younger sister, both she and Melanie had stories of how she had once been mobbed in Florida at Disney World by tourists who thought Nikki was her.
We sat in a large sunken family or gathering room that had a central open fireplace with hood above. The room was conducive to relaxed conversation, with artwork that, I was told by Melanie, came from local southwest artists. The furniture was dark wood and leather, with large heavy low tables and stands.
Carol started to talk about our business venture but was cut off by Nikki, saying. "I know you are excited, as am I about this project, but now is the time to renew old friendships."
And looking at me, said, " And of course, make new ones. After dinner we can digest our meal and discuss business over coffee and cognac."
"And Melanie, I had them make Paruginies and Ba-bas just for you."
As our conversations continued, I mentioned that her villa was incredible and seemed to exude a warm welcoming feeling.
She expressed surprise, "Oh, I thought you knew, this place is titled "The Villa" it isn't really one and I do not own it. It belongs to friends of mine. Roberto Motta and his wife Anna, we some times trade places. They allow me access to this house while I give them entry to my place in Germany."
At that moment, a slender older woman, who looked anything but Italian entered and announced, that dinner will be served in moments. ----------
The entire dinner must have taken over an hour and a half to eat, as there were delays between each of the four course meal. The conversation had no such delays, we all continued to talk, telling humorous stories and describing some of our lives adventures to each other.
By the time I was done, I remembered seeing an old Alka-seltzer commercial, "I ate too much I ate to fast." Oops, I wasn't done, then came out a small plate of pealed and cut fresh fruit, with walnut halves and whole almonds. Finally, I pushed my chair away from the table and said, "Will someone please roll me away, so I don't eat any more."
"Oh my God, Carol blurted out, "I think I just popped a button on my slacks."
Nikki just smiled, "Yes, the food was very good, but I believe we all need some coffee to help us digest."
And as she spoke, the espresso was served. We were each given a demitasse cup along with a small ceramic pot of steaming espresso, along with a slice of Panatone. I was told it was a dessert usually served around Christmas and New Years, but as Roberto owned the company that made it, it was served at every occasion in his house.
Once we had each drunk our first cup, Nikki began, "Now tell me all about the venture that we are about to embark upon."
Carol began, "Well, I'm sure Melanie told you we need investment money and want four female investors to put up twelve million dollars each, with another five in one to two years."
"Carol, " Nikki spoke. "I would give you fifty millions now. I don't know you all that well, but I know Melanie and if she thought investing in pet rocks was a good idea, I'd back her one hundred percent."
Melanie began, "Nikki, it's not just about the money. We really need four influential women."
"Ah, now I see where you're going, yes, yes, very smart. Did you invite Jean Blance?"
"No, I wish I had more time, but we need to move quickly, that's why you and IS were the first two I contacted."
"Good, I haven't seen IS since last Christmas when the three of us went to Reno."
"Don't remind me, IS almost got us thrown out of Binions when she climbed up on the stage with that singer.
"Anyway, Nikki, I need to explain everything we intend to do and offer, so you can promote us to the 'In People' you know. I don't know exactly how to put this."
Carol interrupted, "I can be crass, I'll tell her.
"Nikki, in addition to the standard services I offer at my clinic and the pampering of a spa, John can make a woman have a female ejaculation and orgasm that will curl your toes. That is our ace in the hole. That is what wealthy women will pay good money for."
"You mean you want to sell John as a kind of sex slave to these women?"
Melanie, spoke, "No, he has a very special ability and the only way for you to truly understand it is to experience it."
Nikki developed a shocked expression and kind of pushed herself back in the chair as she said, "You want me to have sex with your lover?"
"This is not going well." I interjected. "Will both you and Carol just relax and let me try and explain?
"Nikki, First and foremost, I don't have sex with the women who seek the release of their tensions. I get women to ejaculate.
"I have been told by some that it feels like a religious experience. After I am done with my explanation, ask both Carol and Melanie how it feels to them and what they have seen happen to the one woman they saw me work on.
"That said, here is how I work. First, the woman needs to empty her bladder, then she will lay on a bed with a pillow under her head. I do what I can to relax her. After the first session, relaxation is not as complicated an issue, however the initial session is perhaps the most difficult aspect of the female release.
"Once relaxed I insert two fingers into her vagina and by manipulating her peritoneal gland she releases a fluid very similar to that of a man, minus the actual sperm of course. After the release, the woman feels at peace and is allowed to rest. End of session.
"Ok, now, Carol explain what you saw in Kay and how you felt, and then its Melanie's turn. Once she has heard your stories, if Nikki agrees, she can experience this female ejaculation first hand, so she can then explain it to her female friends and there by creating a demand for our business.
"Carol, you have the floor."
Carol now became more clinical and explained in detail the session with Kay and the end result. She then went into more personal and detailed description about her session than I expected her to. As she continued, I noticed Nikki began to fidget and several times, I saw her hand move from the table to her lap.
Next, it was Melanie's turn. She mentioned that her relationship with me was more than casual, so her feelings would be bias, but she also gave a more vivid explanation than I had expected.
When they were both done, all three women looked flushed and a want seemed to fill their eyes, as they looked at me with expectation.
I looked at them and said, "No, No, No, I have a weak heart, just Nikki."
Nikki realized the ball was in her court. "I want to see if this is all true, but to be honest, I am afraid. If I go along with this will you two be with me?"
"Oh Nikki. They both cooed together, "Yes , it is kind of scary the first time, not knowing if you can do what John says. Especially knowing other women have, I know that was part of my fear also," Melanie said.
I interrupted, "You three, go and get ready and I'll have another cup of espresso. Just call me when." ----------
Melanie came out to get me, she had a pink fluffy robe, with a collar of darker pink feathers. She caught the fact that I did a double take and had to look down to hide the smirk on my face. I had an overwhelming desire to make a remark about her bordello robe, when she spoke.
"Don't say a word, and especially keep your mouth closed when you see Carol, even if you have to bite your tongue."
"Well, that was fast," I said, trying to change the subject before I put myself in the doghouse.
"Look, John, Nikki is very nerves now. Carol mentioned how you saw through her and got her to vocalize.
"Once she heard that, I saw tears fill her eyes before she could wipe them away. John, something is wrong and she is frightened, but seems to want to do this, so please, don't push if she doesn't want to give in."
"Melanie, I promise, I will not push unless she wants me to. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
She paused for a moment, "I know, but she seems more frightened than I was."
"Ok, it's good you told me. Now I need to know from you, if I need to, well, stimulate her for a while or..."
Melanie cut in. "I know what you're saying, and no, I won't be jealous, help her if you can."
"Melanie my love, can you pretend that the things you see me do to her, I am actually doing them to you?"
"I know you love me, now lets go and I want you to help her if you can. Make me proud John."
We walked into the bedroom. Nikki was lying on the bed in a similar white fluffy bathrobe and Carol was sitting on the bed beside her in a fluffy red one. I could see a glare in Carol's eye, almost daring me to say something. A nudge from Melanie made me back down from the challenge.
On the nightstand was a hairbrush, a small bottle of feminine lubricant and there was a small glass dildo. I was told; by a blushing Nikki, that it was all she had in the area of personal pleasure items.
Carol stood and walked over to the chase lounge while Melanie sat in the chair by the vanity.
"Nikki, do you want to remove the robe or just part it for me."
Carol spoke before Nikki could formulate an answer. "Nikki baby, take my advice, take it off now, if you don't it'll just get in your way."
"Ok", came from Nikki as she stood and slid the robe off. Her ass was tight and firm, curving down to beautifully shaped legs. Her fully exposed breasts jiggled as she walked over to Carol and handed it to her.
Nikki walked erect, spine straight in an effortless gate. Her calves were not muscled, but she moved with the appearance of having power in her legs.
She lay back on the bed, legs pressed tight together, making her mound of short black hair seem to protrude upward. Without a word, she locked her eyes on the ceiling.
I reached down and put my hand on her full breast as I noticed her small tight nipples were both located very close to the bottom of her pinkish brown areola.
As she felt my touch, she just blinked her eyes shut for a moment. I gently pulled on one nipple, and noticed the same single blink.
I took my hand away, another blink. I turned my body, putting my head next to hers and looked up at the ceiling.
without looking at her, I said, "Could you scoot over a little?"
She obediently did, keeping her arms at her side.
I laid my full body on the bed, put my hands on my stomach, and said, "Can you move over a little more, I don't see it."
Her first words, "See what?"
"I don't, know. I'm hoping I'll know it when I see it."
"What are you talking about." she sounded a bit irritated with me.
I was still lying next to her, pushing against her slightly as I said, "Are you looking at something special, or am I that ugly that you can't bear the sight of me."
She rolled over on top of me, put her head in my neck and began to cry.
I heard a noise and thought Melanie had jumped up to comfort Nikki, so I pulled my hand from my side, held up a stop signal and then wrapped my arm around Nikki and held her as she cried.
As the crying subsided, Nikki tried to move off me, but I held her tight until I felt her relax. I then rolled her over, putting her on her back again as I lay on my side propped up by my elbow.
Looking down on her, I said, "No words Nikki, just relax and feel me touch you."
My lips touched hers and her hands came up and held my head as she began to kiss me back. I did not pull away, I interlaced my fingers with hers and brought them to the back of my neck, then my shoulders and finally to my chest as I pulled my lips from hers.
She gave a soft whimper of no, as I said, "shhh, just feel everything, and relax, let me do all the work."
I let go of her hands and stood at the bedside, "Now, slide over this way."
She obediently responded.
I bent and began to kiss her jaw line. As I worked my way to her throat, she lifted her chin higher to give me more access. Her hands once again went to my head and I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, "This is all for you Nikki, please, relax and let it happen, relax, feel and enjoy the sensations."
She took her hands away, let out a heavy breath and sigh, as her body seemed to deflate.
I moved my lips to her right breast and began to run my tongue around it. I took hold of her left hand and placed it on her breast. Finding her fingers, I directed them to her nipple. She needed no further coaching after that.
I was still busy lavishing small kisses and licks to her other breast, as I felt her move fully into this comfort zone. I moved and slid my tongue down, across her belly and into her short-cropped pubic hair.
She did not jump as I expected, she simply raised her hips and pushed her body back, so my tongue came in contact with her clit. It was almost as long as Carols, but no where as wide.
I flicked my tongue over it and again her hands were at my head, pushing me against her. I let her push and as I sucked her clit in my mouth, her hands flew away and I heard them slap the bed as she gave a loud gasp.
I let go and stood over her as she whispered up to me, "I've been bad, please fuck me hard. Spank me if you must, but I need to be punished. I need to feel pain."
No longer whispering she said, "Use the hair brush, hit my pussy, fuck my ass, punish me, I've been so bad."
"Nikki, this is better I promise."
I pushed two fingers into her. I didn't rock them as I normally do. I thrust them in and out while trying to feel for that spongy spot. I had to push my hand hard against her and hold it there while I searched with my fingertips. When I found it, it was still very soft. I pulled out of her and now began rubbing her clit as she was complaining.
"No, No. Make it hurt, do it hard. Put more in me."
I applied more pressure to her clit as I rubbed.
"Harder," she yelled as she pushed her hips up.
I roughly pulled my fingers down off her clit and jammed three of them into her cunt, to hear, "Yes make it hurt. Do it fast and hard. Make me cry."
I gave her several fast and hard thrusts, and finally, there it was, now sticking out to where I could feel it. I began to tap it very hard and all her motion seemed to stop, as if her brain had to understand this new feeling.
I slid my fingers back out to rub her clit and changed techniques. I pinched her clit with my fingers and pulled on it. I began to pull, push and squeeze her clit hard, to be rewarded with "Oh Fuck, fuck it hurts, do it don't stop."
I did stop, to yells of "NO, NO."
Before she could complain further, I jammed four fingers in her and began to push.
She spoke in a panicked voice, "What are you doing? I'm going to pee. Stop. What are you doing?"
"Go on Nikki," I said. "Be a bad girl and pee so I can punish you."
"Oh I shouldn't," she cried as she bucked my fingers out and began to squirt and scream, "OH MY GOD."
When her hips came back down, four of my fingers impaled her again.
"Now to punish you and make you squirt."
She cried, "Harder. Shove your whole hand in me."
I tucked my thumb in and with a brutal thrust; my hand penetrated her up to my knuckles. To the sound of a wild scream, I pushed again and my hand was buried in her cunt up to my wrist.
Her hips began to move in an effort to come. My hand in her cunt pushed down as I told her "Not yet! I need to punish you!"
This was all new territory to me, and I found myself being turned on in a way that I had never before experienced.
I began to slap her clit with my free hand as I made a fist with the hand in her cunt. I began to turn my fist, applying hard pressure against her engorged gland.
Every time she would move her hips in an effort to release, I would slap her clit again as she cried her pleas for me to let her cum.
"No, don't move! This is your punishment for being bad."
Now tears were streaming from her eyes as she begged for release. When I saw tiny pulses of fluid being forced out of her, I yelled. "NOW! Come now!"
As I ripped my hand from her cunt. She was bucking, rolling, screaming and squirting as I pinned her shoulders to the bed. I sucked her breast deep into my mouth, and began to bite.
I didn't know if she was still squirting, but her hips were still thrashing and I still needed force to keep her shoulders against the bed.
Then, almost eerily, it was quiet. Her body went limp and dropped to the bed. Through her breast in my mouth, I could feel her heart pounding. I could feel the blood rushing thru it.
I released her breast, got the dildo and inserted it into her open vagina burying the glass rod deep in her. As I slid it in, I could actually see the pink flesh in her open cunt, still pulsing in spasms.
I brought her into the fetal position and after retrieving her robe from the lounge, covered her with it.
Melanie was laying on the floor, pulling on a nipple, her eyes closed, oblivious to all around her as she fucked herself, her hand moving in short bursts as she pleasured herself, her thighs slick with her own lube.
Carol was laying on the lounge, one leg over the side, a large wet spot on the cushion as she had three fingers in her cunt. Her other hand was pulling her clit to new lengths as she seemed to strum it with her fingers. Her face was knotted in deep concentration.
I went over to Melanie, took my cloths off and knelt beside her, pulling her up into my arms.
"John, no, no, just fuck me John, make me squirt, I need it. I've come so much, I need to squirt."
I knelt between her legs and put them over my shoulders as I drove my needy cock into her.
Her pussy seemed to be going wild as it wrapped it self around my thrusting shaft. I was so hot and so hard, it hurt. I needed to release and I pounded hard and fast into her.
Melanie was coaxing me on. "Yes, Yes, that's the spot. John fuck it, hit it hard. Yes."
She jolted and my prick came sliding out as she pumped spray over my chest. I could feel the force behind each squirt. As they slowed and stopped, her eyes closed and her leg muscles relaxed.
"No Melanie," it was my turn to feel the desperation of need. "Oh Darlein, I need to cum." I almost wailed.
"John, Baby, come here." It was Carol.
Before I did, I put Melanie's fingers in her and covered her with her discarded robe, then went to fulfill my needs.
I moved over to Carol.
"Carol, sit in my lap and take me in you, I need to cum as badly as you."
Carol moved quickly, directing my cock into her ass as she snuggled down on it. I could feel her thrusting fingers. I didn't know how many she had in her but I could feel them, pushing in as deep as she could get them, before letting them slide out, only to repeat the same deep thrust.
"Oh, Carol, you're making -- my -- prick..."
She pushed her fingers in again and began stroking me through her thin wall.
"Cum!" I cried as I erupted in her ass, pulse after pulse as she continued to stroke me.
"Oh John. It feels so good, but I need something more to bring me over the edge."
"Get up Darlein, I'll make you cum," I told her, feeling her ass slide off my cock, despite not feeling completely finished.
I made her sit on the edge of the chase and lay back. I spread her legs and inserted two fingers in her cum filled rectum. I took her engorged clit into my mouth and sucked it. I bobbed my head, sucking hard as I drew back, and then applying pressure to it with my lips as I pushed forward into her pussy. Again and again until I was rewarded with a "Yes John you're going to do it. Yes I'm going..."
She stopped to breathe as I began flicking my tongue around her clit. With a spasmming cry of, "Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh. Thank you baby. Oh God, it's still throbbing and, and. I'm Cumming -- again."
I could feel every muscle in her body become wire taut as she clenched thru another orgasm.
As she finished she relaxed and closed her eyes. When I released her clit and pulled my fingers from her ass, she jumped as if hit by an electric shock.
When I stood, she noticed that I was still hard and reached out. Taking hold of my shaft she tugged me closer and commanded, "Get up here, and lay on your back. It looks like I didn't do such a good job on you the first time."
I eagerly did as she commanded.
She backed on to me. Her ass swallowing my prick, or rather just the head.
As I felt her tighten and slide up and down over the head, I cried, "Oh God, Carol I can't last like this. I'm going to cum. Carol, -- are you going -- to cum with -- me?"
"No baby, this one's just for you."
"Oh that's it. Oh Yeah." I grunted as I drove deep into her. I felt my body shake as the cum shot out of me.
The last spasms were coursing thru my body when I opened my eyes and looked up to see Melanie, standing beside us, masturbating again.
"John I'm cumming again, just from watching you."
Her orgasm hit and she breathed her way through it. When she looked up, she noticed Nikki, just laying there, calmly watching us. She bent and gave me a short kiss, then on trembling legs, she went and lay next to Nikki.
"How are you feeling," she asked.
Nikki smiled "I feel tired and at piece. I guess I should be embarrassed, but I'm not."
Melanie, asked, "Embarrassed at watching us have sex. If any one should be embarrassed it should be us."
"No, not about you, that was enjoyable, just laying here watching and listening to you. Seeing and hearing your cries of pleasure.
"I was talking about me wanting to feel pain. I used to think I was odd, for wanting that. John has made it seem natural and you were right about the after glow. I am still in it.
"You will have women booked a year in advance for therapy like this. I will be on the phone tomorrow, by the time you open, you will have a years worth of reservations.
"It's late I know, why don't you all stay and I'll have William fly each of you to work in the morning."
We were all exhausted and quickly agreed. ----------
The next morning we landed on the roof of Carol's clinic. Then, Melanie and I were brought to the airport. I took Carols xj7 and Melanie took her car home, changed and left for work.
I shook my head, yesterday was a blur. Melanie really wants to marry and have children. Nikki has signed on as a partner, the site of our clinic spa is a pipe dream come true and today promised to be very similar. ----------
We each had our area of expertise. I personally thought mine was by far the easiest, but to fulfill my end, I had better get going.
My first stop was to find a hooker, actually four or five hookers. For the type of girls that I needed, Graigs List was the place to start. I needed to weed thru them to find one for this very afternoon and another for early tonight.
The good thing about Graigs List is that these women are often desperate and in need of fast cash. What I was offering was a clinical place, where they would be and feel safe. Also, they would not feel like they were being use for sex. They would be more open and willing to act natural. Plus it was a given each would have some type of problem and despite their present position, most would feel nervous.
Next, I called the local community college. I indicated that I was connected with Carol's clinic and told them that we were looking for volunteers for a research study program of women's physical responses in relation ship to the stimulation of their peritoneal gland. I gave the woman who was taking the information a general outline of what we were going to do.
"We need women to volunteer for this program who are willing to have their particular gland manually stimulated to see if they will express the glandular fluid and to record their reactions. To simplify this even more, I can put it like this. We are studding the effects of female ejaculation. There is no intercourse involved. The women do experience an orgasm or orgasms and they may or may not ejaculate. We are looking for up to twelve volunteers of various ages. They must under go a half hour interview. At the end, they will be paid twenty dollars cash and get a ten-dollar gas card.
"If they pass our requirements they will be paid one hundred and fifty dollars, for each study session that will last approximately forty five minutes. Interested parties should call The Pine Valley Clinic, ask for clinical studies and leave their name and a contact number."
My request was well received by the college and by noon that day calls were coming in.
I called Mark, "Is your arm back to normal?"
He laughed, "I thought I'd never be able to use it when I woke up yesterday. My wrist was sore and swollen and every other muscle in my arm felt like it had been torn."
"Well don't worry, it gets easier and I have something for you that will help a lot."
His voice now got serious, "John, do you honestly think I can do this? I mean, I know it was awkward the other night but you just seemed so natural at it and to hear Carol talk, you make Jung seem like a bumbling boob. I'm not sure that I have or will ever have the natural ability you need me to have."
"Mark I can tell you that you do have the talent until I'm blue in the face. It's you who has to believe it and in less than two hours you will be on your way to finding out.
"I have a woman volunteer who is going to be nervous, perhaps non-believing and I would guess has more than one problem. You don't have to solve her problem or even confront her with it. All you have to do is reason it out and make her squirt.
"Once you're done no one will ever have to tell you if you have the right stuff, you'll know.
"I'll have you paged once I get Ms. Desire Wells into the room that Carol has set up, just for us. I'll introduce you to her, I'll make sure her gland is satisfactory and insure that you have found it. Once that's done, I'll leave. The rest is up to you.
"I know I'm throwing you to the lions, but I have faith in you. Ready?"
"No, but if you think it's best this way then let's do it."
I went by Dicks Sporting Goods and got the wristband. My next stop was, Adam & Eve. Here I bought several butt plugs, two expensive glass dildos, several different size soft rubber dildos, along with the Hitachi Magic Wand and a large bottle of liquid lube. The young sales girl must have met her quota for the day on just what I bought.
They were expecting me at the clinic. The admitting nurse gave me a big smile at the sight of the Adam & Eve bags, along with the list of eight names to call, from the college response. I was then shown to a small office and the adjoining examination room.
I was notified when Ms. Wells arrived, put on a lab coat and went out to meet her. I directed her to the examination room and asked the receptionist to page Mark.
Once we were in the room, I handed Ms. Wells an envelope that she quickly opened. She removed the money and counted the seven twenties and a ten, before dropping the envelope in the waste can and shoving the money in her red sequenced bag.
"Well honey," she said. "Is this for real or do you just want to play doctor?"
I looked at her firmly. "You are the Miss Wells that I spoke to on the phone. Are you not?"
"Well yes," she replied, shakily as the realization of authority sank in.
"Well then you were fully informed of what I want and what you are expected to do for the money you were just paid. Are you not?"
"Well yes." she replied nervously.
"Fine, then disrobe and then sit on that table. If you wish a gown, there is one." I pointed to a flowered pail pink and white gown on the door hook.
"We are waiting for Nurse Albright to arrive before we begin. While we are waiting, I expect you to begin to masturbate and arouse yourself."
I went to the drawers where I put the specialized equipment. I took out the lube, a glass dildo and the Hitachi Wand. Placing them on the bed tray to give her access. I then plugged the wand in and told her. "I will be back in a moment and I expect you to earn the money you were just paid and be fully aroused when I return."
Without another word I left the room.
Mark was walking up the corridor. We greeted and I could see he was nervous.
"Mark this is going to be great. You will remember this, your first real victory, for the rest of your life. Oh, and if you think you're nervous, you should see what I've done to the young woman in there.
"Here, give me that file, you won't need it now. Shall we," I said as I waved a hand in the direction of the exam room.
When we walked in Ms. Wells was busy with the dildo in her pussy and the wand just buzzing away at her clit.
She spoke, "Well, ah, ah Doctor, I'm wet."
I didn't look at her, I just said, "Yes, Yes good." and began to loudly talk to Mark.
I reached in my pocket and pulled out the wrist support. "This I believe is yours, I found it on my desk, please don't leave it there again. Now, let us check to see if she is ready."
I put on rubber gloves and Mark followed suit. While applying lube to my fingers, I snapped at the girl.
"Remove those foolish things."
With no finesse, at all I slid my two fingers into her, never making eye contact and felt around. She was too nervous to respond to the touch, but I felt it, nice and hard.
"Aah," I said and removed my fingers.
Looking at Mark. "Now let us see if you can locate the gland."
Mark inserted his fingers far more delicately than I, as I spoke quickly, "Well have you found it yet."
Mark became nervous, "Ah, Ah I think so, yes."
"Well," I said exasperatedly. "Is it yes?"
Mark nodded.
"Fine, Fine."
I had removed the gloves and put my hand on Marks shoulder. As I turned, I made him turn and I whispered, "Now, calm her down."
Allowed I said, "Well do what you can and note your observations accurately." as I closed the door.
The adjoining office was part of the training exam room. Carol used the room to evaluate new nurses and doctors. It has a two-way mirror and speaker system.
I walked in, just in time to hear, "Well he is the most rude fucking ass hole I have ever seen."
"Yes," Mark replied, "I know several people who have told me they think he can be a real ass at times."
I almost laughed out loud.
"Now, you have a very nice way about you. I noticed when your fingers were in me you weren't rough at all."
Mark began, "Ok, I need you to lay back and spread your legs so I can insert these two fingers in you and we will see if we can't get you to ejaculate."
"I would love that, I could tell all my friends that I can squirt, I'll be so much in demand once..."
Mark cut her off. "That's all fine and well Desire, but now I need you to relax and concentrate, just quiet down and concentrate on my touch and how it feels."
That a boy I wanted to shout.
He had her bucking and squirting in less than ten minutes. And he was motivating her to ejaculate again. As she began to squirt for the second time, the only word she used was Fuck, in rapid-fire sequence. She almost sounded like a machine gun, over and over, even after she stopped squirting and was only trembling, it was a slower, Ah Fuck, until she seemed to deflate and just lay there. Mark inserted the dildo in her, moved her on her side, covered her with the gown and whispered something in her ear, then left the room.
When he came in the office, he was one smile from ear to ear. "I did it, I didn't find what any of her problems are, but I got her to ejaculate twice."
"You did better than you know. You may not realize it, but she was a difficult one. She has more issues and problems than any ten people, and she has become to believe that she can't change and that's the way things will always be.
"Mark, I know Carol is going to pay you extra money for your training, and she has her budget restraints. I also know that physically and emotionally, this is more of a strain than Carol understands and I have no desire to tell her or Melanie exactly what it takes out of me and now what it will take out of you, so Mark." I gave him a thousand.
I could tell he was going to protest, so I said, "By the time you are trained and we train others, you'll think I short changed you."
"Thanks John, for everything. I want you, Melanie and Carol to know, you have my loyalty and friendship. Well, I had best get Ms. Wells up and going."
"Remember, we have another at five tonight."
"Looking forward to it," he said. ----------
I was walking to the exit when I heard. "I see you delivered my car, Thank you very much."
I'd like to say Carol ran to me, but Carol never ran or walked, she seemed to float, even in hospital scrubs she was beauty, grace and elegance.
Some women could put a thousand dollar gown on and they would make it look cheep, but Carol could wear a potato sack and make it look like designer clothing.
I was shocked when she threw her arms around me and kissed me in the middle of her own clinic.
"Tonight John, tonight we have the second investor coming over to my place at 8:00"
"Who is it? Is it IS, because if it is IS, than is IS having dinner with us? "Is it possible that IS is where IS is, or is IS."
"Why must you be such an ass."
"I don't know; Mark just called me an ass too."
"What did you do to poor Mark?"
"Well I got him a hooker to practice on and once I thought he practiced enough I had him make her ejaculate."
"You're a pig and an ass," she said as she took a swipe at my arm. "No, it is not IS, it's the Indian lady, Handout hideous or what ever her name is."
"Fine, I love you." I said as I walked away.
"It's a darn good thing you do," she replied after me.
"Oh Carol, I'm taking your Jag," I said as I dangled the keys in the air.
"You'd better be back to pick me up."
"I will," I said, as I was getting further away. "Be back at five."
By five, I had made the calls to the volunteers and found that six of the eight truly wanted to do this. I informed them that they would be contacted tomorrow with appointment times for them to choose from.
When I returned to the clinic, both Carol and the next subject were waiting for me.
Ms. Hidey Wellin. I escorted her to the examination room and had just gone through the same ritual with her as the first. Only this time, as I went to leave, there were tears in her eyes.
I hardened myself as I said, "I'll be back shortly."
Both Mark and Carol were in the adjoining office watching.
"Mark, this should be a good one for you, and after, if you believe she would be a good subject to have others train on, tell her that we could use her as a training subject. I won't go back in there with you. You must take it from here.
"Are you fine with that?"
"No problem John, I find myself looking forward to this."
Both Carol and I watched as he consoled the girl and got her to relax, by asking her to see herself as a strong woman who would be helping others. It was in that thought that she seemed to find purpose and visibly relaxed as he whispered in her ear, things neither Carol or I could hear. What ever they were, they were the right things. He got her to have a strong orgasm and her ejaculation was no more than a single large gush of fluid, but most importantly, Mark did not push her for more.
"Carol," I said, "you were right on about him, he will be ready to instruct by the end of the week if he keeps this up."
"I see he got a wrist band like yours. And as far as him being ready, I have a question to pose to him."
Mark let her rest and came in for his approval.
Carol praised him heavily before asking, "Don't you get horny Mark, making all these women cum." Her words didn't immediately register with either Mark or me.
After, just the smallest of pauses she continued, "I know John does, look he still has a bulge in his pants. Normally, Melanie takes care of his needs and when she is not around, I will.
"Mark, do you have any one to take care of your needs?"
Mark shifted, he was turning red.
"Mark is there a problem I should know about. Please don't be embarrassed. We know you are gay and no one here has a problem with it. That has nothing to do with your ability, but even gay men get turned on when they see a person have a strong orgasm."
"I take care of it myself Doctor, after I'm done, when I go home at night."
"Take care of what? It doesn't look like you have a penis."
"Well I do," he angrily blurted out. "Here!" He unzipped his pants and let them fall.
Carol gave out with a gasp, and so did I.
There, stuck in a condom and held to his leg with surgical tape was his hard long dick. When I say long, it was over a foot long. I had no desire to grab the ruler on the desk and check for accuracy.
I couldn't stop myself, "Doesn't it hurt, taped to your leg?"
With no hesitation, "Yeah, but if I don't secure it and I get hard, I am in real pain, and the condom gives it some room to move, plus it saves me from getting a wet spot on my knee.
I looked at Carol, "Please close your mouth Carol and then give the man with the big dick your apology."
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