A Fucking Investment Ch. 12

Jennifer sensed it or felt it, responding to my orgasm flashing through me as though light shown out my ears and eyes and ass hole, like little spotlights. I felt full of light, buried in this luscious woman. She shivered and shook with another little orgasm. Her legs locked around my back and she held me, bound between her legs while I pumped cum into her.

This orgasm seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought my muscles would knot and object, a new flash of orgasm beguiled them and they continued to serve the greater good. I humped between her legs for what seemed like a complete epoch. Whole species appeared, died off and became oil and coal. Then it was done. I realized I had been fucking her without breathing and I gasped for air, throwing myself to the side to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

"Oh my god, Mr. Gale. That, that was wonderful!"

Praise from a sex object doesn't seem like it should matter to its owner but it does. It is like realizing that your dog actually likes your or the horse your rode in on, bumps you with his nose. The dog humps your leg I guess, and normally that is irritating but you have to take it for what that's worth. The notice is nice but the praise, that felt wonderful. So did she.

"Jennifer, you are a fabulous woman." I mumbled, trying to get words out while still gasping for air. I wanted to say more but opted for silence rather than garbled gasps.

We lay like that, half in the clinch, half wrecked by the side of the road for several minutes.

Suddenly I was exhausted and sleep seemed, right there. I struggled through the gathering gloom in my mind and staggered back down stairs to my own bed. I fell into the sleep of the righteous or the dead, oblivious to the world and unconscious of the light.

Jennifer shook me awake. "Mr. Gale? Mr. Gale?"

I roused out of whatever dark world my dreams manufactured. "Joshua." I muttered. "Call me Joshua."

She shook me again. "Mr. Gale, really. I did not want to wake you but...but its Vidya Ketteridge. She, she says she needs you right away."

I roused, sat up. Jennifer looked like she was straight out of a TV morning show, all sprightly and gay. She handed me a phone.

"Hello?"

"Joshua? It's Vidya. Can you come to my house? It is important for you, I think. About the board, that you asked me about."

"Now?"

"Yes. If you can."

"Can you give me an hour?" I asked, wanting to avoid the rush.

There was a muffled delay. I detected her speaking but could not make out what she was saying.

"What?" I thought maybe my ears were on the blink. The rest of me certainly was not in A-1 condition, brain included.

"No. That's too long. Can you come now?"

"Can I shower first?" I sniffed. "I think it would be best. Ten, fifteen minutes."

Another pause. "Yes but as quickly as you can."

The urge to celerity seemed to start me up. The shower added momentum. In ten minutes I was dressed and walking towards Vidya's house. My mind was still lagging, I was seeing colors and recognizing shapes but associating them with the proper words was still beyond me. I rang the doorbell.

The door opened. Vidya, the vision of erotic joy opened the door. She stepped back. She looked worried, troubled even. For a moment I was shook but following her into her sunken living room revealed another person.

Kiko Azura.

The woman sat cross-legged on a foot stool, part of a chair set, sheathed in the black swath of her hair, much as I had seen her the day before but today she was not nude, dressed in flowery green pants and a top of pink and white mostly obscured by her draped hair.

She lifted her head and her dark, Japanese eyes came into view, fixed on me, watching me as I descended into the room behind Vidya.

"This is Kiko Azuri." Vidya began.

"Azura. Kiko Azura." The seated woman said sharply. Her accent was American, not Japanese. She straightened her bowed back. Her hair streamed about her like a black liquid, as though it were constantly pouring over her shoulders. The blouse came into better view, fuzzy like a pajama top.

"What time is it?" I asked, finally aware I had not latched onto that bit of information in the rush to arrive alive.

"Ten." Kiko said, her voice perfectly American. "I don't have much time. I, I want your contract. I'll do whatever you want. I just want to get away from that woman!" She spat the last statement like venom sucked from a snake bite.

She had not moved, her voice coming out of her porcelain face. Her lips were preternaturally red. They gleamed, so much so that I focused on them. Her mouth was tight, so that it seemed to form a little rose above her chin.

"Mrs. Asura, I understand. May I sit down? You said you are short of time."

"I don't know when Mrs. Hines will call for me."

"You'll go back to her if you sign the contract?"

She shook her head violently. "You, you don't understand. She has been paying my bills for nearly five years. I, my husband, he, he left me. I had an affair and Mr. Azura returned to Japan. In shame, I have to say. He was a traditional Japanese man but I, me, I learned Japanese, speak Japanese and even act Japanese but I am American to the core. I, I did make a mistake and he left. Picked up his bags and scuttled back to Japan. He was from there, grew up there. He was more traditional then he knew. It was too much to accept that I had boofed another guy." She grinned a little then. "Well, several actually but who's counting?

"He left our investments here at Holdingsfield to me but with no real way to pay the bills or keep our investment in this development liquid. I went to Mrs. Hines, to Aurora and she agreed to help. The fine print included her use of me as her servant. I cooked and cleaned like a true servant. But then that bitch, Yvette showed up and ruined everything. I was doing fine, like I had a real job. I worked and Aurora paid my bills. It was a nice arrangement. She was handsy but none of the bullshit I am ass deep in now. Those other two, they ruined it. They found out I was floating on Aurora's money and they wanted in.

"Yvette and her French girl friend, when they bought into the development, they were broke. Aurora helped them because, well, they seduced her. They started their little French maid fantasy and pretty soon I became part of it."

Here the woman smiled, a sweet, demure smile. "You'll find out why. Aurora Hines tastes better than any woman I ever tasted and...since I went to work for her, I have tasted them all." Kiko sucked then, gurgling as her mouth watered, giving credence to her assertion. "She is not a bad woman, but she is really desperate now. With Yvette, Simone and me and her own obligations, I think she is about broke too. It is making her devious and cruel and I cannot take it any longer."

"What? Take what?" The rush of the story was flooding past me and I was getting the gist and the feel but missing the larger picture with all the pieces properly in place, I was seeing it like a cut glass picture dropped on the pavement. I sort of saw but not really, certainly not comfortably.

"I cannot be her sex slave any longer. She loves to share pleasure, loves to be watched, loves to watch. Yesterday, that was it."

I suspected that Mrs. Azura saw an out and was here taking it. I was uneasy about her fear of getting caught. So I asked about that.

Kiko bowed her head. "I don't want to be ungrateful. Mrs. Hines, Aurora helped me out when I was alone, rejected by my family and victim of a shyster of a man who seduced me and cost me my only hope of a future. Look at me!"

"I am." I could not help myself.

Kiko gave me a look, a very American female look but with her interpretation, it lost some of the contempt. She looked chagrined but more than that, it was like a mother trying not to laugh at a cute child who was doing something both cute and embarrassing like pooping on a guest's shoes. "I don't mean that." She stopped. "Wait. Maybe I do mean that. Does anyone look at me and see anything but a sex toy?"

"Cut your hair." I said automatically because that was the sum of her assessment. The liquid black hair formed the sense of her status as a sex toy. I wanted to take that comment back for two very good reasons. One, I loved her hair and the sexiness it lent her. Two, my earlier conversation with John about balls and hair being the same in the big scheme of things. I had just suggested she cut off her balls. That made mine tingle in sympathy. What a putz I can be sometimes!

She did not notice or take it that way, which meant that reality existed outside of her awareness. I made note of that.

"I know. But I love my hair." She lifted one little, porcelain white hand. Her nails were perfectly painted to match her lips. Red. She waved it through the fall of her hair, lifting a thick strand of it, trailing her fingers through it. "If I cut my hair..." her eyes crinkled and closed. Her head bowed.

"Forget I said that. I am a cad sometimes and I have not found an inoculation for it yet. You have beautiful hair and it would be a sin against humanity to cut it. I'd not give you a contact if you did. It is marvelous." I looked at Vidya. "Don't you agree?"

Asking one woman to compliment another woman's hair is risky. In some contexts, it is perfectly acceptable but in others, it was fraught with danger, dangerous jealousy and dangerous envy. She gave me a baleful look. "You promised to fuck my ass." She said. She did not look happy but I doubted that was the reason. Still, she had a point. I had and I hadn't. Yet. I looked her right in the tits before glancing down towards her wonderful rump.

"Don't you agree?" I repeated, accenting "agree".

She did not answer fast enough and I looked over at Kiko again. "Why did you come here? You could just knock on my door."

Now Vidya smacked me. "She is ashamed. She owes Aurora for six years of payments on her house, her whole life and just like that, she shucks it off and runs to you. Don't be stupid." Her English accent made 'stupid' sound much worse than an American could. It echoed kindly contempt, the very worst sort.

Pride. That I understood. I anticipated it in every context. It posed a problem, though. "How do you propose to manage this? If you sign my contract, you'll get cash and no longer need hers. Don't you think she'll notice?"

Kiko lifted her head. She sat with a bowed back that detracted from her beauty, making her appear burdened, as indeed she was.

Suddenly I wanted very much to help.

"I want to pay her back. All of it. I sign a contract with you if you pay her back."

That posed a real knotty and naughty problem. "If I do that, then she will not need to sign my contract. I need her to do that."

"So you are trying to take control of Holdingsfield?" Vidya asked. "That is what this is all about?"

I put on my best look, the best version of being aghast. "How can you say that? After the fucking we have shared?"

Despite herself, Vidya smiled, like she was remembering our first encounter. She nodded. "I get it. But you are helping me, us just to make more money, right?"

She needed my denial. I had it waiting. "Wrong. I found a way to pay for purchasing some of the most high-class, best pussy I have found anywhere, at any price."

Kiko squeaked. "Purchasing pussy?" She repeated, like she was learning a whole new term.

I didn't like where this was heading, so I jerked the wheel in a different direction. "I am an opportunist. I had occasion to discover the state of this development and the charter company that is responsible for it. So, yes, I got interested because of the financial gain to be had. But once I began to investigate, I realized the women of Holdingsfiled were..." I hesitated. I stopped, stuttering. I stuttered to a hesitating, stuttering stop.

"We were what?" Vidya prompted. Her back had straightened.

"Vulnerable. In need of saving. You all over-leveraged a good situation and screwed it up. Your options are to lose everything or let me buy you out. Rather than wait for this to go to bankruptcy and likely SEC investigations, I wanted to save you all from that and use capital I was saving for retirement to...ah...purchase more than just real estate."

"You are buying pussy." The statement from Kiko seemed so incongruous. She just did not look natural saying "pussy" out loud, like she found it sour to the taste and ugly on her scarlet lips. Like she had found a pickle in a muffin.

I nodded anyway. She was right. I nodded again. "The fact is that when I saw you, the women of Holdingsfield, I decided to see if I could have you, all of you. As part of the deal. By now, though, it is the whole reason for pursuing this."

I looked away from Kiko for a moment, hiding any flash of dissimulation that might hint at the true nature of my lie. "This is a lot of risk and trouble. If someone else notices and starting buying into it, I'll never get my money back...unless of course you think I can get you to fuck for enough cash to cover my outlays? Not bloody likely. I have over acquired, over extended myself. I am offering everyone a per diem that will pay every day that you are on it."

I noticed Vidya raising her eyebrows. This was a new provision she had not heard of before now. "I have to do that because fucking you all and charging for it will take me to the end of my days and quickly, I'd warrant. I have no hope of fucking you enough to get my money back, so I am stuck, unless I share you out. I might do that yet but the fact is that I am investing in fucking the women of Holdingsfield because I want to have you all. That is the long and the short of it. I am trading money for sex but fuck me if it isn't the best sex I have ever had." I grinned but neither woman shared my happiness or understood my levity so I dropped the smile as quickly as it appeared.

Kiko nodded. "You weren't fooling anyone with your 'let me help, let me be your friend' pose."

"Not fair. I..." I began to defend myself but why? These two women were contracts. The sale was made, shut up and take "yes" for an answer. "Whatever you think, I do not want to damage any of you. I, I like sex, good sex. The best sex is shared, the best is making love."

"Oh, isn't he the romantic!" Vidya chided.

I felt my face go crimson. "I am not alone."

"So you are using money to get us on our backs?" Kiko asked.

I thought about making some other argument but in the end shrugged and nodded. "Yes. Exactly. So far, so good." I wasn't going to apologize at this point. Too fucking late, to put a fine point on it.

The two women looked at each other. "How did we get off onto that?" Kiko asked. "You want to know how you can take my contract and not screw the pouch with Aurora. Trust me, she is in so deep, if you pay off all three of us, she'll still not be able to see the sky or breathe easy."

"So you think I can pay her off and she still will be under water? How is that still not screwing her?"

"I'll tell her that I am willing to do it. For her sake. No one knows how deep she is in the soup. I have...I have been in her house alone a lot in the past few years. I know how to use a computer and I have a Finance Degree from Strandford House. I know what I saw."

"So why does it matter to you? Why not just bail on her? I know, friends and all that, but it doesn't sound like she has been much of a friend so much as a mistress?" I was puzzled.

Kiko pinked up just a little. She looked up. "You don't understand." She whispered.

"Aurora has a magic pussy." Vidya said. "I have tasted it but that taste, sweet as it is, is not the issue. She, when she orgasms, her pheromones are an aphrodisiac for women. After she comes, any women within twenty feet of her are randy as an uncut bull. They, bugger it...we will fuck anything."

"And have." Kiko whispered. "How do you think she has managed to keep Holdingsfield out of the news, out of default, away from the curious eyes of the SEC? Pussy power. When she says she can inspire any woman to fuck you, she is not kidding. All she has to do is come behind you and once you sniff her, your body shifts into fuck mode. I have seen women so excited they orgasmed as soon as a man entered them." She smiled, her little rose petal mouth twisting so. "She, she does taste wonderful."

I heard it. Vidya glanced at me and I knew she heard it. Kiko Azura was wistful. The girl was addicted to Aurora's pussy.

"If I offer, she has to agree or admit how bad things are. She will not do that. Not until you have the sixteen she promised to accept. She, she has other resources so I would not wait. She might find someone to back her, to back Holdingsfield and replace you."

I had heard that some place before. Hurry up. Now! You have to act! They'd say. That always put on the breaks with me. Urgency be damned. I hate being rushed into anything. But I understood; I understood what the situation with Kiko was. I likely understood better what Aurora was facing than Kiko herself. We had done the research.

Kiko looked over at me, pulling her hair aside to peer at me. "Don't take yesterday personally. You are only the latest man to be subjected to her little trick. As far as I know, Yvette has never come like that. Every man who accepts that challenge loses. Most bet whatever she wants just for the chance to try. It works every time...well, not this time. Not with you."

I was confused. "So? What do you want to do?"

"I want the contract but I cannot do it unless and until it looks like you are making progress. If you don't convince Jeri Lewis, I doubt you will get many more. You snuck up on Vidya here, and Val and Liz. My guess, Mrs. Simpson would have jumped any man who dropped by and lit her wick. You obviously have found her sweet spot, but she was looking before you ever arrived. She has been nosing around beyond Jeff for two years. I don't know why."

"I know why." I muttered but Kiko did not hear or pay any mind to the comment.

"I want the contract but you have to get others. Jeri, if you get her, she would be enough I think."

So this was a yes but no, sort of deal. Yes but not now. Cop a feel but keep your pants on. A tease. I regarded Kiko Azura, trying to determine if she was doing Aurora's bidding or not. I have no capacity for reading oriental women in these sorts of situations, even if she had an American center. This was no different. I had no idea by looking at her what she was thinking.

I decided to test her, as I tested others before. "I never give or even offer a contract or start negotiations without a kiss." I spoke as casually as I could. Kiko regarded me with dispassion. I could feel Vidya waiting and suddenly I had an additional idea. Kiko waited too long. "Listen, I know you have a lot to consider. Perhaps you could lend us your, a presence, do us a favor."

"A favor?" Kiko sounded curious. "Who is 'us'?"

I turned to look at Vidya. "You are right. I promised to fuck your ass and as yet, I haven't. Perhaps you would like to have Mrs. Azura watch us, watch me take you again?"

Vidya swallowed hard, licked her, lips, nodded once, hard and then looked over at Kiko.

"Oh." Kiko said. She shrugged. "I have seen lots of things. If you are trying to shock me..."

I shook my head. "No. Really. I owe Vidya." I decided to let dithering rats die. I stood up and moved to where Vidya sat on the couch, one foot under her butt, one dangling off the edge, not touching the floor. I bent to her and kissed her. One of her hands pressed against my chest, holding me but not pushing me away. The other found my shoulder and gripped it, hard, keeping me in place. Her excitement rattled in her grip. I knew in the sweet cockles of my fucking heart she wanted Kiko to see her, to watch me fuck her. Some things just seem great and this seemed like a great thing.