K&T, LLC Ch. 02

During the week, Sheila had made a good first impression on Gerald. That impression was reinforced through their subsequent interaction. This was my first chance to see them together. I was not disappointed. Gerald introduced us to one of his geek squad, Albert. Sheila was all business, as Albert showed his system. The first words she spoke were to ask about the old house. Since we had just come from that area, Gerald would have guessed at our interest, but Albert had not.

Though we both knew Sheila was capable of ripping Albert a new orifice, she did not. Instead she followed his pace and explored the system's potential, or the lack of it. Only when she had run things to the ground did she look up. I was more lucky. I could see the smile twitching at Gerald's cheek.

When she did look up, it was to look at me. The question was obvious. Should we use her fancy equipment to upgrade the house system for the wedding. Hell yes. We both looked at Gerald. He nodded and looked at Sheila. By this point Albert was waking up to the unspoken conversation. That was OK. Gerald took pity and informed Albert that he would be receiving some new equipment. There was a sense of deja vu as Sheila held up four fingers.

I asked, "Colonel Harrison?" Joseph Harrison was the company commander when Gerald and I met, Fort Sill, Oklahoma. As a major, he already had a reputation for pulling more out of visual-only tape, than anyone else could see. After the fact, we could sometimes reconstruct the clues he had seen, but often it seemed like magic. The reverse was true. He expected you to draw information from him, without verbiage. His interrogations were usually full of raised eyebrows, skeptical looks and one or two word questions. It was unnerving to watch. From a spook, like Gerald, a reference to Colonel Harrison represented the highest possible praise.

Then the conversation got technical. That was again like Colonel Harrison. He could talk when he wanted to and it was usually in detail. Long and tedious detail. Tech speak is not one of my skills. Sheila is fluent. It is one of many reasons I treasure her.

They finally ran down. I dragged Sheila away before they could think of something else to talk about. Sheila was not quite finished, and her Parthian shot was beauty. Even Gerald treads lightly around little sister. I took her back to my room, though we did not have time to do much more than we had already done in the cloak room. Instead, I explained the reference to Colonel Harrison, in terms Sheila could google.

"William the Silent, Prince of Orange and King of the Netherlands, was known to give military briefings with just a map and his finger. Technically, we would call them "oral" orders, since they were not written, but no word was spoken. William would point to a man, or men, and then at a map. They were to go to the place on the map and do what needed to be done. Colonel Harrison was often compared to William the Silent. In case you were wondering, the Prince is remembered as one of histories great generals."

Sheila was visibly trying to restrain disbelief, which was not inappropriate, so I told her my impressions of Gerald's reactions. I had particularly liked her parting shot, since even Gerald is a bit afraid of Jo and her wit. Hell, I was too. Why did I feel Sheila was laughing at me?

To change the subject, I pulled out the bag of shampoo's and such that I had purchased for my bath. As I expected, Sheila was not prepared to move in yet. When she was, there would be a truck to unload. For the next few days, hopefully, this would have us covered. It seemed like a small thing to me, but my Kitten was very touched. I needed to remember how many things she had had to do for herself.

I checked the clock. It was 3:12 PM. We told the bothers Gilbert to assemble the staff at 5:00. That gave Sheila and I only about 90 minutes to flesh out the plan. Even in bare bones it was daunting.

1. Clean and dust the Ballroom, Parlor, Small Parlor, Smoking Lounge, Library, Powder Room, Foyer and Main Entrance.

2. Check the house and storage for suitable furnishings.

3. Prepare the ballroom for music, probably from the porch off the Small Parlor.

4. Upgrade lighting where needed.

5. Prepare a dining plaza outside the ballroom.

6. Arrange for food service, possibly from the Kitchen, but more likely outside.

7. Paint the Gazebo and Boathouse.

8. Clean the boathouse interior, float the houseboat if feasible, do something with the yacht.

9. Arrange outdoor entertainment.

10. Bathrooms and more bathrooms.

11. Arrange carriages.

12. Arrange music.

Sheila had a different attitude. Delegate and deal with it. As a CEO, delegation is a way of life. Somehow this was different. Sheila broke things down this way.

1. Costuming and sets -- Francine

2. Catering and sideshow -- Special Events

3. Technical assistance -- Jo

4. Manpower -- TempWorks (Richards Enterprises' temporary labor company)

In short, Sheila wanted Jo and Francine to run things and my companies to supply most of the materials. That worked for me. The bottom line was that Sheila was the one getting married. I was just the groom.

Then we turned to other things. It was a relief to get back to business. Sheila and I had discussed the idea of a real estate group, centered on her gym/studio property. She had just told my security to come pick up the video equipment, so that we could have some good pictures of the wedding. That meant she was planning on moving very soon, and I had an idea where she would land.

Sheila wanted to buy the Parker Heights school. This would allow a lot of good things to happen. Notably, the studio half of the old warehouse could be converted to rental use, with XTreme Fitness ready to take over a chunk of it. There was room for several offices as well. I had feelers out for several properties nearby, plus some contacts for either development or working capital. We just needed to get off the ground.

Sheila proposed an LLC (Limited Liability Company). She would contribute the building, but retain ownership of the XTreme Fitness franchise. Her franchise would then bid on the interior of the building, allowing development of the outer portion as office or retail space. Across the street was a vacant lot, which she had purchased a few years earlier. This would be converted into fenced and monitored parking. There were two other warehouses nearby. These would be suitable for loft apartments. Sheila lacked the capital to develop them, but I could raise the necessary funds.

What Sheila proposed was a company to buy, renovate and manage the properties. I was willing, but suggested that we should first organize the real estate group. We went back and forth for a while, then decided to arrange a meeting of the principals. I sent emails to the others I had contacted. Sheila had one other suggestion. She wanted to call our new company K&T Properties.

I laughed so hard Sheila punched me. In penance, I gave her a foot massage.

Sheila:

Once Sean had given me his impromptu bathroom shower, we got down to business. I knew things would be difficult, but I needed some stability and soon. We went back and forth for a while. I suggested a partnership, then shifted to an LLC. That would give us a lot of flexibility going forward. Sean liked the idea, but wanted to arrange a meeting with some other interested parties. He sent some emails. We had a tentative meeting set up for Monday afternoon. Then I suggested a name.

K&T Properties is exactly the type of name you see everywhere in real estate. I had reason to know. Sean picked up the reference immediately, which was nice, but he almost fell over laughing, which was annoying. I punched him in the chest to calm him down. He was contrite, though.

"I'm sorry, but that is too rich. No one will get it. Well, maybe Gerald and Francine, and Jo. Nothing gets past Jo. But, that's close friends and family. No one we do business with will get the joke. We'll need a good false answer." Tell me something I do not already know.

Sean got up and stretched. I checked the time. It was startling to realize we had been haggling for over an hour. I was about to get up myself, when Sean dropped to his knees. Without a word, he picked up my foot and slipped off the pump. What followed was fifteen minutes of bliss. I made a mental note to have Christine study massage.

At 4:55 PM, I reluctantly put my shoes back on. Sean and I went down to a room off the kitchen. There were a number of unfamiliar faces, many of them looking hostile. We waited til 5:00 sharp, then Sean cut to the chase.

"Good evening and thank you for coming. Some of you will have heard rumors. Most likely they are mostly true. Let me introduce my fiancé, Sheila Schwartz, soon to be my wife. More to the point, she is now your boss. Listen up." Gee. Thanks. I feel so warm and fuzzy.

I took Sean's example and laid it out bare. "My name, as you heard, is Sheila Schwartz. I do not like being called Miss Schwartz, so you may call me Sheila, or Miss Sheila if it makes you feel better. Next week you can call me Mrs. Richards." You could have heard a pin drop.

I went on to explain the basics of the plan. People were starting to look very nervous, until I promised them a wave of temporary help. Then I mentioned Siobhan and her dozen grad students. That brought a different silence. Then, all sorts of questions started coming forward. Sean stepped up.

"I know there are a lot of questions. Right now we do not have a lot of answers. This much I know. We have six rooms and an entrance, in the old house, that need to be presentable in six days. That is where we start. Overtime is authorized. Bring in your spouses and teenagers. On Saturday, there will be some sort of fair set up outside. Your families will be allowed to visit it on Sunday. Now, get busy."

Once that was done, Sean took me down to the boat house. As a child, my family was not into water sports, but I had always loved the idea of boats. That did not prepare me for Sean's boats. There were a dozen at least, but two of them dwarfed the rest. One was an outright yacht. Sean proposed beginning renovations, as a cover for not being able to float the craft. I was good with that, provided he also finished renovations. The yacht was a beauty.

The other boat was what Sean called a houseboat. Silly boy. It was a party barge. It consisted of two pontoons supporting a covered dance area. House boats have rooms and a kitchen. This was much more basic, except that it was paneled in genuine wood instead of faux-ply sheets. Suddenly the gazebo seemed to be less than the perfect place for the vows.

I said, "Sean, could we do the ceremony on the boat? We could get so much more seating set up. We could anchor it about ten feet from shore and used a microphone. Even if we need to tow it around, it would be a real asset to the reception. I would work perfectly with the period theme. Siobhan will love it. Justin will go crazy." I was starting to babble. Sean touched his finger to my lips. He is such a teddy bear.

After that Sean and I walked hand in hand along the shore. Sean told me some of the history of the lake. It was fascinating. Between this ancestor and that, the Richards' water rights were older than the USA and worth more than the land. Presently we came to the edge of the property and turned back. It was one of the most tranquil times I had had in months.

On the stroll back, Sean told me about the carnival sideshow that he had found in storage. He started pointing out places where events could be staged. I could easily see how a small fair would fit along the water front. Add the party barge, some small boats, and this could become a memorable afternoon, especially if we enforced costume requirements. Siobhan would have a field day.

We went back up to the house to observe the progress. I have to hand it to Mitchell Gilbert. He had a ton of activity going. All the windows and French Doors were open. The lighting was 80 years old, but it still worked. All of the furniture from the foyer, the two parlors, the lounge and the library was assembled in the Ballroom. Beside them were rolled rugs.

Moving into the hallway, preparations were underway for a wax and buff of all the floors. Ladders were up and people were dusting the crown molding and cleaning the light fixtures. Seeing Sean and I, Mitchell came over and asked about raiding the house for additional furnishings. Sean thought that was an excellent idea, but to wait for Siobhan. Cleaning the rooms and waxing the floors would take a full day in any event. On the other hand, Sean wanted every available rug rounded up. Those would need to be cleaned, so time was critical.

While they talked, I was able to watch the staff work. One of the great assets I enjoyed at the gym was the ability to watch people work, when they were unaware of the scrutiny. Sean had as much as said that these were now my people. I wanted to know who worked, who talked and who made trouble. Sean and I had talked for an hour about merging our real estate assets, but merging me into his household was looking much more challenging.

Sean:

Sheila did very well at her debut. While I knew she had never supervised a large staff, her sense of theater was perfect. She kept it short and easy to understand. We had the Gilberts for detail assignments. I did my best to back her up.

Then, I took her for some quality time. I took Sheila to the Boat House. I had loved it as a child, but my grandfather had still been alive to run children off. I moved over to the garage, where things were more in keeping with young attitudes. Sheila immediately saw the potential for the reception. She loved the old yacht and houseboat. Then, she floored me again. She suggested that we use the house boat as a floating stage. Even working around the gazebo, we could seat far more people. I made a note to get someone on it in the morning.

After that, we walked along the water, while I told her of the history of the lake and its improvements. When we reached the granite post that marks the edge of the property, we turned back. The topic of conversation turned to how the waterfront could be used for the reception. Sheila caught the vision there as well.

Then, it was back to the house and a whirlwind of activity. Mitchell had done a smart thing. He had stripped the other rooms of furniture and rugs. They were arrayed in the Ballroom. Out in the Foyer, the process of dusting the ceiling and cleaning the light fixtures was well under way. Then they would clean and wax the floor, followed by polishing the wood and the brass.

It was a big job, but Mitchell had it in hand. He came over and we discussed the necessary steps and timing. I told him to expect Gerald's people with the high tech equipment. About the furnishings, Siobhan would be handling the details. Mitchell had more than enough to do til she arrived.

When I finally turned my attention to Sheila, I was relieved to see that she had not wasted her time. She could speak so well that I tended to forget her quiet side. It was clear she had used the opportunity to observe the staff in action. Smart, as if I had never noticed before.

When I checked the time, it was already past 9:00 PM. I told Mitchell to find a stopping place and wrap things for the evening. He would be getting a wave of temp help in the morning. He needed to be ready to form work crews, mixing old hands and hired help. I also suggested that he contact some of the retired help for specific expertise. I asked that he pass that detail on to Michael.

Suddenly, I was alone with my fiancé and had no idea what to do. Neither of us had eaten, but, for a Sunday, it was late to go out. On the other hand, it was too early to turn in. Looking for an idea, I turned to Sheila. She was already looking at me, with a wicked gleam in her eye.

She said, "Let's go to the studio."

Sheila:

Once I had been introduced to the staff, things seemed to be in hand, for the moment. Sean was wrapping up some details, but there was nothing new to pick up. I watched as the realization passed through his eyes. Then I suggested we go to my studio.

Most people have the wrong idea about what I do, mostly. Some of my clients, such as Mario, are really into the pain. However, most of what I do is create situations with interesting potential. The mind will play with the potential much more effectively than my toys will. Anticipation is all. The blows are just punctuation.

I knew that Sean would not refuse me. I also knew that the session would set the tone for every future fantasy. I would have to pick my way carefully. With that in mind, I had Sean order some carry out Thai, which we picked up on the way. Peppers are such interesting things.

The preparations were very simple. I asked Sean to undress completely, then sit in an oak library chair. I then bound him to the chair, arms behind and legs doubled and spread. Once he was immobilized, I removed the pins to let my hair down. Sean had always been a fan of my hair, so I made a real production of it, then dragged it across his face a couple of times. I had his undivided attention. Then I made a strip tease of removing my top and skirt. Underneath was the familiar bustier and white silk stockings. Sean had already claimed my underwear. His prick noticed immediately.

Just to emphasize the point, I put my right ankle on Sean's shoulder. Once things were settled, I stretched out into First Position. This caused my leg to slide up Sean's shoulder, almost to the knee, and my arms brushed the side of his face. I held the pose for a five count. Then I repeated the process on the left side. Sean had given me instructions to practice the position daily.

When I stepped back, Sean was flushed and breathing heavily. I pulled out a soft mask and blindfolded him Then, taking one of the stools and the Thai food, I sat and fed him dinner. Occasionally, during the meal, I let my toes tickle Sean's thigh. I did not want him to completely loose interest. I suppose I might not have worried.

Once I had finished feeding Sean his pad thai, I opened my chicken stir fry and poured over a double dose of sriracha sauce. This I ate slowly, letting Sean hear my lips close on every bite. My stars it was spicy. Once I was finished, I poured a package of sweet and sour sauce over his prick and started licking it off.

It took a minute for things to register. The meal had been a distraction, and the blow job was a bigger one, but eventually the heat for the peppers started to penetrate Sean's tender skin. I give him points for composure, but eventually he started to squirm. In the mean time I moved the stool back and dropped to my knees, for better access. I licked the entirety of Sean's shaft, then sucked on each of his balls.

Once I was sure that everything was well coated in capsicum laced saliva, I took the head of Sean's cock in my mouth. After a moment tickling his one eye with my tongue, I slid at all into my throat. My gorge rose, but I was going to learn to do this or die. The second time was easier.

Thereafter, I went two deep and one shallow, just brushing the back of Sean's little head with my teeth. It did not take long. I may be new to oral sex, but I can gauge a man's excitement with precision. When Sean was close I went deep and reached out to stroke his anus. Sean exploded into my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but missed just a drop. This I licked up immediately. Oddly, the semen helped douse the lingering heat of the pepper sauce.