High Rise Exhibitionist Ch. 34

Ginger smiled and while looking at me said, "I heard about that trip; and the ride home too."

Kay reached toward me and placed her hand on my arm, "Allen do you remember Kayla?"

"Of course; she was a wonderful woman I wonder how she's doing," I answered.

"I have a card from her shop; I think I'll give her a call later today, she did tell me that we could buy out her entire inventory when her health deteriorated to a point that she could no longer work." Kay said.

"She sounds like a pretty good contact," Ginger said.

"We could all go up to see her if she's up to a visit," I suggested.

Ginger offered some more input about inventory, "Our firm represents a gentleman who is an antique broker; I'll give him a call and see if he's interested in another client.

I saw an opportunity to help out some more, "I have a ton of contacts in the retail business; I'd be happy to make some calls and put you in touch with people who could supply the inventory to augment the antiques.

"Wow, I won't have much to do," Kay remarked.

Ginger and I both laughed, I let her reply. "You're the one who is going to ultimately make the decisions Kay, you'll have more than enough to keep you busy."

"I can also contact local newspaper advertising reps about an ad campaign," Kay added.

"You might want to also contact some billboard companies too," Ginger suggested.

"Geez; I just realized I should have been taking notes while we talked," Kay said.

Ginger added another thing to Kay's unwritten list, "Start considering a new name also."

By 4:00 we had a pretty good plan drawn up. It was going to be a daunting challenge getting the new shop up and running but the first steps had been taken and Kay seemed to be all in.

We said our good-byes exchanging hugs and kisses knowing that each one of us would be doing some serious thinking about how long this change would take and how we'd meet the challenges an undertaking like this would present.

During the drive back to Kay's place, I mentioned that Ginger was most likely in a better financial position to provide the capital to pull this change off and I had no problem letting her handle the money. Kay did tell me that any decision she makes would include my input.

"I'm not too sure about having Mindy work for me, she seems to be such a free spirit," Kay said.

Obviously, Ginger hadn't told Kay about Mindy's abortion and I wasn't about to offer what I knew. "I talked to Mindy briefly when I went upstairs to use the bathroom, she's not sure what she wants to do just yet," I said.

"I suppose I should try to get to know her better before I decide." Kay remarked.

"Would you like some company tonight?" I asked as I parked outside her apartment building.

She turned toward me and replied, "Allen I have so many things running through my brain I don't think I'd be very good company tonight."

I replied. "That's okay hun, I understand."

She gave me a light kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow," Kay said just before she opened the door.

"I look forward to it," I answered.

I sat and watched her as she walked toward the doors to her apartment building; gone was the bouncy step she had as we walked across Wegman's parking lot after brunch, it had been replaced by the surefooted steps of a woman on a mission.

As I drove the short distance to the lot outside Kurtz House I thought about just how much was involved in Kay's project. I wondered to myself if she'd still be able to find time for just us, especially in the beginning with the extended hours without any help. Time would tell I suppose.

I turned the dead bolt on my apartment door and tossed my car keys on the table beside the door. I had nothing to do tonight; since I hadn't been there since early Saturday afternoon, when I dashed off to throw a quick fuck into Ginger at her office; my place was pretty much spotless.

Maybe I could find something interesting on TV. I grabbed a Coke and a half bag of chips and flopped down on the sofa. Funny thing about television these days, unless you are into sports, or if you like watching chefs cook or battle against each other in the kitchen there isn't much worth watching. I flipped through dozens of channels and even watching a minute or two of a couple of infomercials and found absolutely nothing that interested me. I gave up when I actually paused for a moment on QVC but hit the power button and tossed the remote toward the coffee table.

It was then that I remembered something Ginger had said to me Saturday afternoon. "You could just give me a call to see how I'm doing." I decided to make a few phone calls to the other ladies in my life.

Fran's name came first on my contact list. She answered on the second ring saying, "Hello Allen."

"Hiya Fran," I replied.

"What's up?" She asked.

"I was thinking about you and thought I'd give ya a call to see how you're doing?" I said.

If you could hear a smile I'd have sworn I heard Fran smile, "That's so nice." She said, adding, "I'm doing much better now."

The last time I'd seen her was after she and Kay had pleasured Marshall and I took a turn providing some pleasure of my own after the big black cock left. Fran is an incredible lover enjoying having a hard cock implanted in every hole. Her awesome looks; beautiful tits and very tasty ass all make her one special lady.

"So, you've recovered from the other night with that big black cock?" I asked.

Fran giggled and replied, "I'm fine physically and I was over him the moment he left Kay's place. Other than his size I was disappointed."

"Is that right," I said.

"What I haven't gotten over is how good it felt when you were fucking me; there's something about how you please me that just drives me absolutely insane," Fran said.

"That's good to know," I replied.

"I'm so glad you called; I'm dying to have you tell me who Ginger is." Fran said reminding me that I promised to fill her in on how I'd met Ginger.

"Do you want the condensed version or the full story?" I asked.

Fran giggled and replied, "I hate trailers so let me hear the full story."

I explained that I'd first met Ginger at Brewster's Pub while I was looking for a strange man to fuck Kay; and that I returned the following night hoping to run into her again since she had come on to me the night before.

"I'm gonna guess that you did catch up with her that night?" Fran asked.

"Yes, I did," I answered.

"And?" Fran said wanting me to give her more information.

"She came on to me even stronger that second night." I said.

Fran laughed a little; then added. "Sounds like she needed a hard cock."

"After about a half hour of flirting at the pub she moved her lips close to my ear and whispered Allen let's stop beating around the bush. How about we go back to my place and fuck." I said.

"So, you gave her want she needed?" Fran asked.

"I did but it was more like she took what she needed," I replied.

"Knowing you, I'm sure you did," Fran remarked.

"Like you she enjoys variety in sexual positions." I said.

Fran giggled then said, "I'll bet she loves the taste of your cum?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact she does." I answered.

"Is she sexy?" Fran asked.

I paused a moment knowing there would be another question to follow. "She's petite and very sexy," I admitted.

It didn't take Fran more than a second to ask the other question, "As sexy as me?" she asked.

I thought for a few seconds about how to respond to Fran's loaded question. "You're both very sexy in your own special way," I replied hoping to satisfy her.

"Have you seen her since?" Fran asked clearly wanting to know if I had started an ongoing relationship with Ginger.

"I have; as a matter of fact, I fucked her Saturday afternoon in her office and it was very hot." I said rather bluntly.

I had to assume Fran was recalling the Saturday morning when I fucked her in the lunchroom at our office. "I see you like fucking at the office," she remarked.

"Hers is a little more private than the lunchroom; she's an attorney." I said.

"Really, does Kay know about her?" Fran asked.

"Yes, she does; they have been together since I started seeing Ginger and we've had a threesome," I said.

"So, she's bi?" Fran asked.

"Yes, she is very bi and has considerable talent when it comes to pleasing a woman. She also has a thing for big black cock just like you and Kay," I said.

"I need to meet this woman," Fran said.

"I'm sure you will very soon. I'll arrange it and I'm sure you will like her." I answered.

Fran and I talked for about half an hour more; she mentioned that she was looking at selling her house and getting a smaller place.

I thought about offering to put Fran in touch with Stephanie but knew that would lead to complications. I wanted to keep all three in the dark about Stephanie until I further explore exactly where my relationship with her was going.

At the moment in addition to Stephanie; Kay, Fran and Ginger were also unaware of Staci and I decided to keep it that way for now. My budding relationship with Mindy was still to be determined.

"A condo would be perfect for you Fran," I said.

"Perhaps, but I was thinking about renting an apartment." She answered.

"They each have their pros and cons; but the first step is to get your house listed," I said.

"Thanks Allen you're a big help," Fran said with a sarcastic tone in her voice

"Tell ya what, let's have lunch tomorrow and we can talk about your options," I suggested.

"I'd like that," Fran replied, then added, "I'm gonna go Allen I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Night Fran," I said before disconnecting our call.

As I scrolled down my contact list and pressed Stephanie's number. Her phone rang several times then switched over to voice mail.

"Hi this is Stephanie, I'm sorry I missed your call but if you'll leave your name and number I'll be sure to call you back as soon as I can."

"Hi Stephanie, it's Allen, I was thinking about you and thought I'd give ya a call just to see how you're doing. Give me a call when you get a chance." Short and sweet, my message got the same point across that my conversation with Fran had accomplished in forty-five minutes. I told her she was on my mind and wanted to let her know I was thinking about her.

It was still fairly early so I dialed Staci's number. Before the second ring she answered saying, "Hello."

"Good evening Staci; it's Allen." I replied wondering if she hadn't yet saved my number to her contact list.

I gave Staci the same reason for my call, "I've been thinking about you and thought I'd give you a call to see how your weekend went."

She giggled before replying, "It started out with a big bang Friday night and has gone downhill since."

While I was happy that our love making was the highlight of her weekend I had to ask, "So what made it go badly after Friday night?"

"Well for starters; Gina didn't get home until Saturday afternoon after 3:00, so you could have stayed the night and we could have extended Friday night into Saturday morning," she explained.

"Damn that sucks," I answered.

"And on top of that she informed me that she is moving out," Staci continued.

"That's kind of sudden," I said.

Staci laughed then said, "I guess her latest big cock convinced her that if she moved in with him he'd be able to fuck her day and night."

"So, I guess you'll be looking for a roommate?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, I can afford the rent on my own and without a roommate we would have more freedom and privacy. We wouldn't have to worry about what time a date could start or ending a date early. You could spend the night or I could cook dinner for the two of us anytime I wanted," Staci said.

She continued, "Then this afternoon I found out two clients I've been working with to set up dates both have decided not to use my services."

"Geez, you did have a crappy weekend," I commented.

"At least my weekend will end on a positive note since you called," Staci said.

Hopefully what I was going to ask her would make that note even better. "Besides calling just to talk; I was hoping we could go out on a date one evening this week. I saw an announcement in the paper that there is a show opening tomorrow night at Clancy's Art Gallery; you interested?" I asked.

"Interested?" Staci exclaimed. "I saw the announcement too; the featured artists are two of the latest avant-garde painters whose work has been drawing a lot of attention," she said.

"I think it would be fun," I mentioned.

"I'd love to go with you Allen," she said.

"That's great, I'll let you pick the night." I said.

Staci is apparently an art lover so my choice for our first "real" date couldn't have been better. I know nothing about art or the avant-garde style being shown. I just knew that for an evening I'd be able to enjoy her company and possibly her sleek body.

"I think we should go Tuesday evening; the first night will be really crowded and by Wednesday night the artists might not be attending," she suggested.

"Great then Tuesday it is," I replied.

"Wow you certainly know how to cheer up a girl's weekend; I'm so excited to go on our first actual date, how did you know I'm an art lover? Staci asked.

I chuckled and replied, "Lucky guess." It really wasn't even a guess, to be totally honest; I could have just as easily asked her if she like to watch paint dry with me. As long as the "with me" was part of it I couldn't care where we went on our date.

"I'm so excited; I have got to go pick out what I'm going to wear," she said.

I recalled from the announcement in the paper that the gallery opens at 7:00 not being someone who enjoys standing in line I suggested. "How about I pick you up around seven?"

"Works for me," Staci said.

"Sounds like a plan," I answered.

Before she hung up Staci said, "Thank you so much Allen; you've made my day, I can't wait for our date."

Staci wasn't the only one who couldn't wait; I would look forward to seeing how she dresses for a real date, and of course spending an evening together.

I sat back on the couch thinking about the three ladies I'd called tonight; I'm fairly sure I scored points with all three even though I'd only talked with two of them. I'd have to wait until I talked to Stephanie to see if my voice mail was to my advantage.

I hit the sack early and in no time I was happily on my way to dream land.

To be continued...