Victory Tour (Part 251)

Sunday, Nov. 11

I came awake slowly, surrounded by soft sensations. Something wasn't right. I remembered being alone when I went to bed last night.

Then I remembered just where I went to bed last night.

A glance to my right showed a beautiful redheaded goddess slumbering peacefully, her head on my shoulder. A glance down showed the top of a blonde head I thought I should recognize perched on my chest.

And they were both snuggled very close, each under one of my arms.

I musta missed one helluva conversation to wind up in this position.

As much as I enjoyed the situation, it wasn't meant to last.

"Uh, ladies," I said, giving them gentle shakes, "I need to get up."

"Mmm?" Arlene moaned.

"You'd better move," I said with a stronger shake. "I need to go to the bathroom."

It took a couple of seconds, but Arlene's eyes popped wide open once her brain processed the information.

"Get movin,' mister," she groused, rolling out of bed to give me an escape route. "I'm not into water sports."

Jan grumbled sleepily when I removed her pillow, reminding me of Bethany's reaction in similar circumstances, but let me go.

I didn't know what time it was, but it must've been later than 7 o'clock. There was sunlight streaming through a window as I staggered toward the en suite.

After taking care of business, I staggered back to the bedroom to find the two goddesses snuggled under the covers. Rather than disturb their slumber, I crawled in behind Arlene and wrapped her in my arms. Just as I was fading out myself, I felt her body shift, rolling on top of me then over. The redhead pushed and the blonde pulled until they had me almost in the position I'd awakened in.

I heard contented sighs as heads returned to my shoulder and chest. One of the sighs may have been mine.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

I don't know how much longer I slept, but this time I was the one being gently shaken.

"Time to get up, Sugar," a sultry voice cooed in my ear. "We need to get ready to head to the club for brunch."

"What time is it?" I yawned, realizing I didn't have any soft feminine parts pressed against me now.

"Almost 9," Arlene said. "We're meeting the girls at 10. You can use the apartment to get showered and dressed."

The apartment? Something was definitely up if I was being allowed to shower there.

"What about Lupita?" I asked, glad I seemed to have a decent level of brain function this morning.

"She's gone to mass with Erin Aguilar," Jan said. "They'll meet us at the club by 10:30."

A look showed both goddesses clad in oversized T-shirts that seemed vaguely familiar. Like they may have once resided on the rack of wire shelves in the apartment. What was it about these women that made them take my clothes? It wasn't like my fashion sense was that much better than theirs.

But it did remind me of something.

"Where're my clothes?" I mumbled, looking around.

"On the vanity seat," Arlene said with a hint of disapproval. "I'd appreciate it if my houseguests were a little neater than that. I wasn't expecting to come home to a college dorm room."

"Sorry," I grunted, getting my feet on the floor. "I'll try to do better next time."

Hey, at least there were no college girls with me. That would've been rather difficult to explain.

I got out of bed, made my way to the vanity and stepped into my pants and loafers, clearing the way for Arlene to take up station when she was ready. The shirt and windbreaker were draped over an arm. It was just too much trouble to put them on.

"What's the plan for this afternoon?" I asked as I dressed.

"You're on your own," Arlene said. "We're almost all packed for our trip, but your grandmother and Meredith want to meet before we leave in the morning."

That did not fill me with a feeling of euphoria, especially after yesterday's lunch. And I'm afraid my face gave me away.

"It won't be that bad," Jan giggled, causing some interesting movement under the T-shirt she wore. "You may not even be the main topic of conversation. There's an investment opportunity they want to discuss. Sounds interesting."

"If you say so," I sighed. "I have some reading to do, anyway. That oughta kill a couple of hours."

Covered enough to get to the apartment, I expressed my love for them both, collected smooches and took my leave. As I stepped out of the kitchen door, I realized I should have at least put on the shirt. It was quite chilly out this morning. My nipples felt like they were going to pop off before I made it back inside.

Fortunately, the apartment was nice and warm as well as unoccupied when I entered. The bed was unmade, but it wasn't that big a deal. If I'd brought Elise here last night instead of the Osborne house, I'd have stripped the bedding by now. We'd made a mess of the bed we used. That girl must be feeling dehydrated this morning as much fluid as she lost last night.

The first thing I did was plug in my phone. I was surprised it had any juice left. I hoped an hour would charge it enough to get me through this next excursion.

I emptied my pockets, thinking to extract the two unopened condoms still in the shirt pocket. Placing the items on the dresser, I tossed my clothes into the hamper. Which made me think I should add hampers to the list of things I needed for my new house. Still hard to believe I was going to become a homeowner before graduating high school.

One thing I forgot to ask the goddesses about was the dress code for our gathering, but it was the club. Oxford cloth, slacks and loafers would get me by. The windbreaker should be enough cover. I just had to pick a shirt that didn't clash.

With things somewhat organized, I finished stripping and headed to the bathroom. I could only imagine Lupita's reaction if she knew I was buck naked in the space she'd been occupying for the last week. I really didn't need her seeing my dick flopping around. I was feeling pretty used up after the last two nights.

The shower wasn't exactly quick. I luxuriated in the warm spray as I scrubbed thoroughly. Even though I hadn't done anything with Jan and Arlene, I didn't need any lingering scent on me when I went out in public.

That just got me thinking about my sleeping arrangements the last two nights, first with Marie and Jo, then with the two goddesses. As much as guys may fantasize about having two women at once, I'd never seriously considered pursuing a threesome. I mean, I only have one dick. I preferred to give one lady all my attention. I didn't want anyone feeling left out.

Now, though, I was afraid such might become necessary just to take care of them all. Keeping up with four high school girls — Kacie Morgan, Bethany and Staci — as well as three adult women — Arlene, Jan and Marie — had been enough of a strain. And Erin A. kept making regular appearances. The addition of Ny'Quesha, Sherry, Elise, Riley, Karen and Jo was bad enough, but what was I going to do about Lupita, Bonnie and Midori?

Two a night wouldn't even get me through them all in a week! Never mind my other obligations like school and football. Or my personal interests aside from pretty girls.

I couldn't even work out acceptable combinations for them all. Maybe they could draw lots.

Marie and Jo, obviously, since they had a history and we'd basically had a threesome the other night, I just hadn't come in Marie. Arlene and Jan seemed a natural fit. But the others? Kacie and Morgan? Maybe, as close as they'd always been. Staci and Sherry? They were both cheerleaders. Elise and Riley were BFFs and teammates.

For some reason, images of Lupita and Midori together kept forcing their way into my mind. Followed by images of Karen and Chanda. Where the hell did that come from? The psychologist wasn't one of my girls.

My dick obviously enjoyed such ruminations. I found myself taking a stroke as I considered the possibilities. The realization I was jacking off while fantasizing about them all caused me to stop. How the hell could I be horny after going five times the last two nights?

I hurried to rinse off, not even bothering to shampoo. I just wet my hair thoroughly and hoped that would suffice.

Toweling dry, I stepped to the sink to take care of teeth, face and head. That cowlick would just have to go without goop today.

Back in the front room, I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and started dressing. Reaching into the top drawer for socks exposed my trophy collection. Which reminded me of Elise not putting on her underwear last night before I took her home.

God, were they still on the desk in the office? Better go make sure.

Fully dressed, I grabbed my keys and wallet off the dresser and headed out. Even though it would have been faster (and easier) to walk, I took my car. I could leave it in the garage and ride to the club with Arlene and Jan.

I made sure the garage door was closed and headed inside to assess the damage. Elise's lacy unmentionables were right where I'd put them last night. I couldn't resist looking at the tag on the bra — 40C.

Well, she is a big girl. The 40 inches around had as much to do with the size of her torso as the amount of boobage being contained. But the C-cup designation reinforced my belief that she had as much as any of the other girls.

I checked to see the laptop was still plugged in and made sure it was ready for later. I may have to use the phone as a hotspot to get online, but could plug it into the computer for power.

Stuffing Elise's lingerie into a pocket of the windbreaker and grabbing the sling I hadn't worn since getting ready for my date last night, I made sure the house was locked up and exited through the back door. I had no desire for a confrontation with Hazel Thackeray if it could be avoided. I really should have stripped the bed in the room we'd used last night, I thought as I let myself out the gate into the alley. That'd have to wait until after we ate.

I stepped into the apartment to find two goddesses — fashionably attired complete with chokers — sipping coffee at the little table.

"Where'd you go?" Arlene asked

"Put my car in the garage at Gladys Osborne's," I said, trying to avoid notice as I added Elise's contribution to my collection.

"You need to start thinking of it as your place," Jan said. "It'll be officially yours tomorrow."

"Except I may not be living there," I said, noticing my phone was almost to 60 percent. "I'm sure my mom'll have something to say about it."

"Well, she admits she's having trouble coming to terms with your situation," Arlene said. "That's why she begged off lunch yesterday. She didn't want to be confronted with the truth of just how many girls are part of your life now. She can at least maintain a level of deniability for the time being."

"Until we all start squeezing out his babies," Jan snickered. "We've all agreed to wait until your birthday to do anything on the support agreements. You can sign in your own right instead of having you parents do it for you."

A little quick math told me that even if Jo or Elise caught this weekend, no one would be more than seven months along by then.

"But you'd better be ready the week after Thanksgiving," the blonde cooed. "I think there's a good chance it could happen this time."

"I'll do what I can," I grinned. "Ready to go? To the club, I mean."

The ladies had a laugh at my unintentional double entendre and placed their mugs in the sink.

"You drive," Arlene smirked, handing me her keys. "It's about time my toy boy started earning his keep."

It didn't take long to get into Arlene's garage and adjust things to where I could operate the Jag comfortably. The ladies waited until I backed out to climb into the back seat.

"We should get him licensed in the EU," Jan said once they were buckled in. "I wouldn't mind having a chauffeur on our trip."

"That's already been taken care of," Arlene said. "Of course, we'll have to pay them, but they'll know where they're going."

"Gary can carry our luggage, then," the blonde shot back. "And handle some other heavy lifting."

I did my best to ignore their banter and concentrate on piloting us to our destination. I did get the doors for them when we arrived, earning little smooches for my efforts. Better than getting tipped a dollar, I thought.

Arlene led us inside past the main dining room to the private one she'd reserved. There was seating for about 20 with club staff manning a little buffet line.

The others began arriving before I even loaded my plate. And they all wore chokers with upgraded pendants.

Kacie, Morgan, Bethany, Staci, Sherry and Bonnie came in together — I think they may have had a sleepover — followed closely by Elise and Riley. I was greeted with quick smooches and the tall girl, looking positively radiant, was instantly swarmed by the others. There were lots of whispers, blushes and giggles as my ears burned.

Karen, who seemed to be on her good behavior after the last couple of days, surprised me by not bringing Dr. Ramakrishnan. I was informed this meeting was exclusively for those already in the club. No moms would attend today. Thank God.

In the same vein, Mitsugawa Midori was not in attendance. She was waiting for her grandfather to grant approval before making her move on me. Which I'm sure would require me meeting the gentleman at some point. That oughta be fun.

The ladies chattered and I ate. Just as I was thinking of going for another plate, Marie, Jo, Erin and Lupita came in. It turned out my pets went to mass, as well, because Jo wanted to get a look at the convent. She was totally on board with helping out at the women's shelter.

Ny'Quesha was the last to arrive, having fulfilled her choir obligations at the AME Church before skipping her father's sermon. She'd heard most of it already, anyway, as he rehearsed it at home.

I didn't even notice the club staff quietly slip out once everyone had been served. I should have been paying closer attention.

"Good," Arlene said as a door closed softly, "we can get down to business now. Gary, I believe you have an announcement."

"I do?" I asked in my best clueless style. "What am I announcing?"

"What you won't let me announce," Morgan snapped. "Get on with it."

Would it have been too much to ask that I be given a heads-up about this? Of course it would have.

I took a sip of tea as I gathered my thoughts. This was going to be tricky.

"First thing," I said, setting down my drink, "is not a word of this leaves this room. Consider this to be under the terms of the NDAs my grandmother had everybody sign yesterday."

"Sounds big," Bethany giggled.

Oh, it's big all right, Honeycakes.

"I'm serious," I said, giving them all my best Clint Eastwood glare. "If this gets out, I'm done. I'll leave town — I'll leave the country — and never see any of you again. If one of you talks, you all lose me."

"That's not very fair," Kacie pouted, seeming put out at being denied the chance to spread something that must be especially juicy.

"I don't care," I said. "This is as much for your protection as it is mine. Or I can walk right now. What'll it be?"

"We agree," Karen said, shooting Kacie a warning look. "We'll just have to police each other."

"You'd better," I growled, looking at all of them in turn until receiving a nod.

Satisfied I had their attention, if not their compliance, I took a deep breath and pushed on before I chickened out.

"I may be worth around $29 billion," I blurted out, eliciting gasps from all but Arlene and Jan, who'd had a night to come to terms with the matter.

"HOW MUCH???" Morgan screeched, caught off-guard at a total nearly triple what she originally believed.

"You heard me," I said. "And, yes, that's billion with a B. There really was buried treasure out at the Tanner place."

"What? How?" Bonnie stuttered.

"It appears the drug cartel J.W. Harkrider was involved with used the property to hide it's loot," I explained. "I'm not sure he realized to what extent because the purchase included the property, structures and all contents. The house that burned barely had any furniture, but we found roughly $10 billion in cash and $20 billion in gold in a barn on a detached parcel. Staci's dad is verifying the authenticity of the cash, making sure it's not counterfeit. The gold is being shipped overseas."

Another deep breath amid stunned expressions was followed by my real concern.

"There are a lot of legal issues that could derail the whole thing," I said. "First, this is certainly drug money. The Feds would take every bit of it if they knew and I'd be facing prison just for possessing it. That's why we're trying to get it out of the country as fast as we can."

"And moving it offshore lessens the tax hit," Kacie said, showing she'd paid at least a little attention to Mom's lectures on accounting.

"Cartelistas have already come looking for it," I continued. "That's who torched the house, apparently thinking Harkrider was still in residence. Tri-Star dealt with them, but I would still face charges as an accessory. And now, so could all of you."

"How does Lupita fit in all this?" Erin asked.

"An innocent victim of circumstances, as far as I'm aware," I said. "Her grandmother put her in a trailer to get her out of Matamoros before the shooting started. It sounds like other cartels got swindled by the one that stashed the money. I don't want them coming after her because of it. Or any of the rest of you, for that matter."

"How are you going to handle that?" Karen asked.

"I offered Gen. Rackham $1 billion in gold to take care of things," I said. "Lifetime protection for me, my relatives and all of you. He's already taken his cut and Tri-Star has assets in Mexico keeping eyes on several cartels. There's probably going to be more shooting. My hope is they can keep it down there away from us."

"I thought the security people had been more active the last few days," Staci mused. "I usually don't even notice they're around."

"My mother would lock me in my room if she thought I was in danger," Riley said. "She's about to, anyway, after what she learned about Gary yesterday."

"Is everyone clear?" I asked.

"Yeah, this isn't just about shielding you from golddiggers," Morgan said. "But you're still taking me shopping in Paris."

"Why would you want to go shopping in Lamar County?" Bonnie asked seriously. "That town doesn't have anything but antique shops."

"Wrong Paris," several girls chorused.

"Even without the billions, he's still got enough to keep us happy," Arlene pointed out with a grin. "For the time being."

"How much?" Bethany asked.

"Something close to $50 million," I said. "Most of it's tied up in my corporation, though. I only have about $10 million in my personal account. Mr. Patterson's handling the investments."

"Don't let my mom know," Bonnie said. "She's serious about me marrying you. I think she has a preacher on stand-by."

"Girl, my momma's married to a preacher," Ny'Quesha laughed. "She'd have Poppa conduct the wedding next time Gary comes over."

That's all I need, I thought.

"Let's table the talk of who gets to marry Gary," Elise said, surprising me in light of some of her comments from last night. "At least until we're all out of school. I've got six to 10 years to get through before I think about it."

"The question is," Jo cut in, "is Gary going to marry anyone. Unless someone's parents force a shotgun wedding."

OK, that's all I need.

"Well, there are those of us he can't marry," Arlene said. "You and I are still legally married at the moment, Jo, but I'll get you in touch with the lawyer handling my divorce. I doubt your wife is in a position to contest a petition after what's happened."

"Thank you," Jo said, "but I'm too old to marry him. I'll settle for being his pet."

"I can't marry outside the Church," Erin said. "My family would never allow it. It was tough enough to convince my mom to let me keep seeing him on the side."

"And Kacie and I can't marry him, for obvious reasons," Karen said. "But we still want to be with him."

"I've already said no," Marie chimed in. "I know he'll take care of me and our children. But he needs to marry one of you girls, or somebody like you. I just want to be his pet and housekeeper."

"And I be his cocinera," Lupita said, using more English than I'd heard from her before.

"Sounds like he has the household staff lined up," Jan smirked. "We just have to figure out the rest of his household."

"Make sure we have separate bedrooms," Bethany snorted. "And you can't marry him, either. It'd just be weird doing that kind of stuff with my stepfather."

"Not any weirder than me doing that kind of stuff with my son-in-law," Jan shot back.

I think weird left the station a long time ago as far as my activities with those two were concerned.

"How many bedrooms are we going to need?" Sherry asked.

"I'd think at least nine," Arlene said, having way too much fun at seeing me squirm. "We could double up until our turn, so eight for that. Gary could have his own room with each of us visiting in rotation. Fortunately, I have eight bedrooms plus the apartment right across the alley from Gary's house, which has another five. And the Utah place has eight wings in the main house plus the bunkhouse."

"Aren't both those places going to lose rooms when you have them remodeled?" I asked.

"Hush, you," the redhead smiled evilly. "We're on a roll here."

"Grandma has asked to see designs with eight bedrooms for the house they're going to build at the hay farm," Kacie said. "We can let Gary sleep in the barn when his presence isn't needed."

"Daddy said the estate in the Caymans has lots of space," Staci said. "If you count the poolhouse and the garage apartment, there'll be more than enough rooms."

Lost in all this was where we'd put things like the security people and all their gear, not to mention babies and all their gear. I kept my mouth shut lest Arlene chastise me again for employing logic.

"I can't wait to see these places," Sherry sighed dreamily. "They sound lots nicer than Gary's apartment, which is nice enough, but a billionaire needs something a little snazzier."

"Oh, we can do snazzy," Jan grinned. "Especially if Gary's paying for it. You can help me look online for places in London and Paris after we get back from our trip."

Before the ladies could spend all my fortune — a good portion of which needed to go to fund The 320 Foundation — we were interrupted by a knock on the door. I, being the only male in the place, was permitted to answer it.

"Well, you are still alive," Dad, looking like he'd just come off the 18th green, snorted. "George missed out on another bet. Your grandfather wants to know if you'll be at your new place this afternoon. I think he's got a housewarming gift for you. And your mother wanted me to check if you have any homework."

"Uh, whenever Arlene's ready to leave and some reading that'll take an hour or two," I said. "The laptop's already set up for the reading."

"I think we're about ready to wrap this up," Arlene said from behind me. "We'll have him there in, say, half an hour. Will that work for you?"

"It should," Dad said, shooting me a look that seemed to be equal parts remonstration and ... dare I say ... jealousy. "I'll swing by around 1 or so. That'll give your grandfather time to do whatever without me having to step in as a parent."

"Yes, sir," I said. "I'd better tell the girls goodbye."

Which took a little time. They all insisted on kissing me. And putting dents in my chest. And expressing their love for me. Even Lupita, Bonnie and Jo. Then they scurried off to embark upon more mischief, giggling madly on the way.

I could only hope to not be in the vicinity when they succeeded in their mission.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Arlene smiled, hooking my right arm as we strolled across the parking lot, which was blessedly free of anyone to overhear.

"Better than yesterday," I snorted. "I didn't get blindsided nearly as bad."

"I thought you handled it well," Jan said, latched to my left arm despite the sling. "Threatening to walk before saying anything let them know you were serious about the need to keep this quiet. The thought of you going to prison because they couldn't do that ought to scare them enough. And, like Karen said, we'll police each other."

"Besides, we have a plan for if you do try to leave us," Arlene asserted.

"You do, do you?" I snorted.

"We do," Jan said with certainty.

"Care to let me in on it?" I grinned.

"Not really," Arlene said airily. "Just know that Tri-Star has the capability to find you anywhere in the world and bring you home. You're not getting away from us that easily."

That made me think about what the security firm could do. The tracking chip being added to a key fob came to mind.

These ladies better not be thinking of having a microchip implanted in me. I'm not some dog!