TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS

Part 1

by

Flexman

The heroines in this story belong to NIGHTWING316. This story was written with his generous help. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read it.

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 Michael Tirabassi sat on his throne like chair behind his wide oak desk and leveled an intimidating stare at the young man sitting before him. He didn’t like what he saw. He was a handsome young man, no doubt about that. At twenty-three he was tall, about six-one and lean at a hundred seventy-five pounds. He had clear skin, light brown hair, cut stylishly short and his mother’s deep blue eyes. As usual, he was dressed casually, wearing khakis, Nike runners and a Timberland blue polo shirt and as usual, he didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by Tirabassi’s disapproving glare. Tirabassi stood up, came around and sat on the corner of his desk closes to the young man. For a moment, he continued to stare. Finally, he spoke.

 “Son, it’s time we had a hard talk,” he said. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m very disappointed in you, you’re a complete failure. You’ve been out of school for a year and a half now and all you do is spend your time going to parties and fucking women.”

 “Fucking beautiful women,” the young man corrected. “Let’s be precise about this.”

 “This isn’t a joke, David. I’m dead serious. We Tirabassi men have always prided ourselves on accomplishing great things. We’re one of the richest families in the country. Your oldest brother Bob is already one of my top Vice Presidents. I have no doubt when I retire, he’ll be able to step right in and keep our companies prosperous. Your other brother John is a top associate at one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. I have no doubt that he’ll make partner in record time.”

 “Well considering you’re their biggest client and pay them millions in billable hours every year, I have no doubt either.”

 “Don’t be insolent David.”

 “Sorry.”

 “You, on the other hand, have no ambition, drive or direction. You seemed content to meander through your life. You don’t even show any signs of ever settling down. You go through women like a couch potato goes through popcorn. David if you think I’m going to support you in a life of decadence and debauchery you have a big surprise coming. I’m here to tell you that your cosmopolitan lifestyle is over. It’s time I throw you in the deep end of the lake and see if you can swim.”

 “What are you talking about? I’m great swimmer.”

 “That’s an expression David. What I’m trying to tell you is I going to put real pressure on you to see what you’re capable of. The way I see it, you can’t hold down a job and you have no marketable skills or talents. That means you’re qualified to do only one thing.”

 “Go in to politics and run for office?”

 “Ahh, besides that. You’re going to start your own business.”

 “What!” David shoots up from his chair. “You can’t be serious. I don’t know anything about running a business.”

 “Technically speaking, you don’t know anything about anything, except maybe charming the ladies out of their pants and having a good time. As of this moment your allowance and trust fund is cut off. You can’t draw another dime. I’ll give you funds for start up costs and provide you with a revolving line of credit. You have five years to create a business that’s viable and profitable with excellent prospects for the future. If you fail, I’ll cut you out of the family. I’ll remove you from my will and you’ll end up a pennyless vagrant.”

 “So all I got to go start a business? I still get to live at home, right?”

 “Well, no. You’re not going to start your new business in this city, not even in this state. You have to go somewhere else. This family has a reputation to maintain in this town. We can’t afford to be embarrassed.”

 “Wow, your confidence in me is so uplifting.”

 “Actually, your brothers are the ones convinced you’ll fall flat on your face. I believe that somewhere deep down, you have the Tirabassi spirit, brains and guts, though you’d probably need one of our off shore drilling platforms to go that deep.”

 “Look, couldn’t I just do the politics thing instead. I’m very good at lying and telling people what they want to hear. I’m eminently corruptible and I’d still get to keep living my life of decadence and debauchery.”

Mike shook his head. “No, I’ve made my decision. I insist you do something useful with your life. You have to start a business. Don’t fail David, or you’ll end up as a pathetic wage slave, just like all the losers who work for us.”

 “Oh God, I think I’m about to loose control of my bladder.”

Later That Day

 “So how the hell did you end up choosing a shit hole like Star City?” Lance asked me.

 “I didn’t,” I answered him. “My father went to his wall map, closed his eyes, waved his hand and pointed. Star City is where his finger happen to land on.”

 I was sitting at the lounge of the President’s Club with my best friend, Lance Jessup. We were college roommates. He was on his second Crown Royal, I was on my third Jim Beam. After my meeting with my father I felt like drowning my problems, only my problems can swim better then I can.

 “Do you know anything about this city?”

 “Yeah, I looked it up. Population: eight million, I’m doomed. I mean think about it. I’ve vacationed on the Riveria, hung out on Hawaii, partied in the Hamptons and scored pussy in Aspen. For a man of my refined tastes, having to live in a slum like Star City is like being sentenced to Devil’s Island. ”

 “That’s the perils of having a father whose a hard ass.”

 “It’s not my father. I’m sure this is all my brothers’ idea. They probably put it in my father’s head. I think John is still pissed at me for sleeping with his fiancee.”

 “He’s still pissed over that? That man can hold a grudge.”

 “Yeah, and I told him it was just my wedding gift.”

 Lance smiled. “I still don’t see what’s the big deal is. All you have to do is start a business.”

 “Any moron can start a business, the problem is when you have to start a successful one. That’s not so easy and that’s what my father wants.”

 “So what kind of business you thinking of getting in to?”

 “No idea. Nothing really gets me excited.”

 “I know one thing that get’s you excited, pussy. Why don’t you become a pimp or shoot pornographic videos. Sex is a growth business.”

 We both laughed hard. “You know what’s so funny,” I asked. “That’s an angle my father missed. Of all the conditions he laid down on me, he never said anything about the business having to be legal.”

 “Hey, there you go. Just get out your enormous black book, call all your conquests and ask them if they want to make some extra money by turning tricks.”

 “This is the twenty-first century, Lance. Nobody uses a black book anymore, I keep mine in my palm pilot. You know, this is an idea I can make work. I don’t know anything about working stiffs and poor people, but I know rich people very well, I’ve been living with them all my life. So my service will cater to the high end of the business. No street walker and cheap motels for my girls, only a high class call service. We’ll operate out of the four and five star hotels, target wealthy business men, high powered executives and men with gold cards. When I have that up and running, then I’ll hire a film crew and start producing high quality porn videos. Next step, paid porno web sites and finally the Holy Grail, my own gentlemen’s magazine. I can see it now, my empire.”

 “That’s a good business plan right there. You even have a target market selected. Hell, it’s better then some of the shit they bring in to the loan department. My one suggestions, don’t use the word porno, use erotic or adult instead. It’s much more sophisticated and refined. So tell me sir, what is this new enterprise to be named?”

 “Good question.” I sat there think about it, when I noticed the bar menu. There, on top of the list of munckies were words that inspired me. I picked up the menu and showed it to Lance. “That’s what I’ll call it. For Your Pleasure.”

 “Brilliant!” He holds up his glass. “A toast to your new venture. To For Your Pleasure Production, may she prosper beyond all expectations.”

 “I’ll drink to that.”

 We ordered more drinks and kept laughing about it. I think the bartender was starting to get worried about us. I needed a good laugh, my spirits were low when I left my father’s office. After a while Lance stopped laughing and his smile faded.

 “David, you’re not...serious about this, are you?”

 “No, of course not. It’s just a good laugh.”

 “Oh, good, cause I know you man. I’ve seen you do some crazy things.”

 “Don’t worry. It’s just some laughs. That’s all it is, just some good laughs.”

5 Years Later: The Present: Star City

Monday - 10:02 AM

 “I’m desperate, I don’t know whom to could turn to. I read you’re on the board of trustees of Sanctuary House, Ms. Armstrong. I hope you can help me, I don’t know who else to turn to.”

 Jessica Armstrong, sat back in her chair. They were in her townhouse. She peered down at the women sitting in front of her. She was young, not more then twenty-one, and attractive in a serious, conservative way. Gave her name as Selina Lopez. She had long straight, shoulder length, black hair tied back in a bun, clear olive skin and striking brown eyes. Square, thick frame glasses further reinforced the appearance of a serious, no nonsense, responsible young woman. Jessica was very impressed with her.

 “You’re a student at Star City College?” she asked.

 “Yes,” the women nodded. “I’m a senior. I’m majoring in business, I wish to some day start my own company and create opportunities for other women. Like you, I hope to make a difference.”

 “Well thank you, Selina. Please start at the beginning. What happen?”

Selina had calmed down a bit. “I have a younger sister, Eva. She’s just turned eighteen. Our parents were killed a few years ago and I had to take care of her. She’s a little wild. Nothing major, she just hasn’t found herself yet. I always believed she’d settle down and get serious about her life. Earlier this year she got in trouble with the law. Joyriding in a stolen car. She didn’t know it was stolen, her useless boyfriend stole it and told her it was his new car. Anyway, being her first offense, the judge decided to go easy on her. Instead of giving her jail time and a permanent record, she sentenced Eva to community service. She also has to spend six months in Sanctuary House. The Judge said if she kept out of trouble her record would be expunged. I was so sure this would straighten her out, but then something happen.”

 “What?”

 “My roommate thought I was working too hard and needed some fun, so she dragged me to this frat party. Some of the boys there were watching a porn video. I was very offended seeing women degrade themselves like that. I was about to leave when I noticed something. My sister was the star of the movie.”

“Are you sure? Maybe it was someone who resembled her.”

 “No Ms. Armstrong, it was her, I’m absolutely certain. She was on all four with this huge man’s penis in her mouth while another big man was fornicating with her from behind. It was disgusting, I felt so sick. Then the film also showed her having relations with another woman. I was in shock. One of the boys told me the video was a new release and my sister was the new sensation sweeping Star City.”

 “What did you do?”

“The next morning I went to Sanctuary House and saw the executive director, Ms. Franklin. She told me Eva ran away a few weeks ago. She said they hadn’t reported her because they didn’t want to get her in trouble and they were trying to find her. I didn’t believe her.”

 “Why not?”

 “She sounded so insincere. That woman was holding something back, I could tell she was lying. Look, I know my sister, she’s a little wild but she would never stoop to getting involved in pornography. There’s something going on in Sanctuary House.”

“That’s a very serious charge Selina. Sanctuary House has a very good reputation. If it wasn’t for Sanctuary House, runaways, orphans, unwed mothers and girls whom, like your sister, had brushes with the law would have nowhere to go but the streets.”

 “I know all that, but I’m telling you something’s wrong. I’ve always prided myself on being a good judge of character and something is just not right with that Ms. Franklin. I have a strong feeling she knows where Eva is and what happen to her.”

 The woman was very distraught and desperate. She appeared close to tear. “Do you know who produced the video you saw?” asked Brenda.

 “Yes, it was For Your Pleasure Productions.”

 “Oh, that bunch again.”

 “You’ve heard of them?”

 “Yes, I have. All right, let me look in to it. I’ll make some inquires and get back to you soon.”

 “I can’t thank you enough. I just know something awful has happen to Eva.”

Tuesday 7:26AM

 Eighteen-year old Chloe Hamilton sat in the same chair Salina Lopez used the day before. Her dark brown hair was cut short and her blue eyes leveled at her guardian and mentor, Jessica Armstrong.

 “So what’s this Sanctuary House anyway?” she asked, after Armstrong went over her meeting with Lopez.

 “It was started about four years ago by some charity. It purpose was to help young unwed mothers. The problem was the place was so badly mismanaged they went broke fast. About two years ago the charity was all set to shut the place down, until Charles Ranier steps in and offers to take over the whole operation.”

 “Wait a second,” Chloe interrupts. “You talking about our Charles Ranier? Councilman Ranier? The loser you have so many arguments with when you were mayor. I thought he’s only interested in where his next campaign contribution is coming from.”

 “That’s what I thought. To tell you the truth, I didn’t think he could run a news stand, but he surprised everyone. Within a year he pulled Sanctuary House out of the red, hired this Vanessa Franklin to run the day to day operations and opened it up all young girls in trouble, not just unwed mother. They’ve received numerous civic awards and got some favorable write ups in the local papers.”

 “So how did you get involved?”

 “Hey, I’m Star City’s leading citizen and socialite. I’m always looking out for good causes to help, especially helping young troubled girls. So I approached Ranier and asked him what can I do to help. He said fund raising takes up most of his time. So I began making sizable donations to Sanctuary House. I even got Samantha Smart and other leading citizens of Star City to chip in. Ranier put us all on the board of trustees.”

 “I still don’t see the problem,” Chloe asked. “So one girl takes off and get involved with the bad guys. You can’t win them all.”

 “It’s not that simple. For Your Pleasure Production made the video Eva Lopez was in.”

 “So that’s it. You think they’re involved.” Chloe was sure that was the reason Jessica was so anxious to look in to this. For two years Solar Woman and Comet Girl have been trying to get information on For Your Pleasure Productions and they’ve come up blank every time. They suspected these people were the main source of prostitution and porn is Star City, but they haven’t been able to even make a dent.

 “I don’t know. It could just be a coincident, but if there’s any chance at all they’re involved, we have to look in to it. My reputation is on the line. I sit on the board of trustees and am one of it’s biggest contributors. How would it look if pornography and prostitution was going on right under my own nose?”

 Chloe smiled. “Looks like this is a job for Solar Woman and Comet Girl.”

 “No, least not yet. Maybe later, but right now this is a job for Chloe Hamilton, or should I say Carly Howard. Feel up to doing some undercover work?”

 “Where, in to Sanctuary House?”

 “I have a connection in Family Services who can arrange things for us. You’ll go in as Carly Howard, a seventeen year old runaway who I found living on the streets. Keep your eyes and ears open and see what happens. With your looks, if they are recruiting girls, they’ll come to you soon enough.”

 “When do I start?”

 “Tomorrow morning.”

Thursday 10:30 AM

 I checked the date on my palm pilot. Three months to go. In three months will be the five year anniversary of my starting For Your Pleasure Productions. In three months my father and two brothers will show up in Star City to see what I‘ve built. My father will come to see if I have met his requirement of building a viable and profitable business with good prospects for the future. My brothers to gloat over what they are certain will be my complete failure. I’ve seen very little of them in the last five years, just going home for the holidays. I evaded their questions whenever they inquired about the business and how it’s going. Kept telling them they’d have to wait until the five year mark to find out the details. I’m not worried about the anniversary, I’ve met the goal. In fact I’ve succeeded way beyond anyone’s wildest expectations. It’s that pesky detail that most of what I do is against the law that troubles me. I know my father never said anything about the business having to be legit, but I still have no way of knowing how he’s going to react when he finds out, despite that fine loophole.

 Not that it matter’s anymore. I no longer care whether my father cuts me out of his will or not, I’m a self-made millionaire several times over. It’s been almost three years since I’ve touched the revolving line of credit my father set up for me and I can pay back the start up costs he lent me with interest. Like I said, I’ve succeeded beyond anyone’s wildest expectations, except I never did get in to the gentlemen’s magazine business. Publishing is a big hassle I didn’t need. Every other goal I set was met; the high class call service, the production and distribution of erotic videos and the production of several adult paid web sites. I bought four dilapidated, abandoned mansions in three different cities, renovated and turned them in to brothels for the rich and horny. I’ve even expanded in to the night club business. I operate five in those same three cities. The funny thing about all this, sex aside, I really do have a talent for starting and running successful businesses. I guess my father was right all along. I’ve become a very successful businessman in the new service economy, bringing in jobs and money in to the communities. I wonder if that will make any difference to the old bastard?

It was a Thursday afternoon; I was driving to Sanctuary House. I usually don’t go near the place, I let Vanessa run it, but every now and then I like to drop by just to see what’s going on.

The biggest challenge facing my business was recruiting girls. After all, they are our main commodity. There just never seems to be enough girls for all my operations. This business has a high personnel turnover. A couple of years ago I stumbled on to Sanctuary House and that solved the problem.

Vanessa Franklin runs the place for me. She used to be a dancer, hooker and madam, went under the stage name of Viva Lagroin. She got tired of the life, so I offered her the position of executive director. She has very good administrative skills. The way it works is in an average year around two hundred girls pass through Sanctuary House. We recruit an average of maybe thirty-five. Only the ones that meet our high standards. Vanessa evaluates them, and then makes the job offer to the girls selected. We’re not in to white slavery, no girl is ever forced, we don’t have to. My top girls make about sixty thousand a year, tax free. For an unwed mother with a kid to take of or some runaway with nowhere to go, it’s the perfect set up.

Now you understand my name is not associated in any way with Sanctuary House. I have a front man named Charles Ranier. He’s a councilman I own. He makes all the public appearance, gives the fund raising speeches and newspaper interviews. He has the title of Chairman of the Board of Trustees. Doesn’t actually do anything else except take my monthly campaign contribution. Vanessa and I run the place. Want to know what’s really great, the whole operation doesn’t cost me a dime. It’s all finance by charitable contributions from Star City’s leading citizens. We even get funds from those feminist bitches, Jessica Armstrong and Samantha Smart. Those bitches are always trying to get some anti-porn or anti-prostitution initiative passed. Wouldn’t they just love to find out they and their rich feminist friends are, in fact, helping finance it.

 Vanessa and I spent two hours going over next year’s budget and discussing various other topics. I was about to leave when she stops me.

“I want you to see the latest recruit,” she asked with a smile. She turned on the TV in her office and inserted a video in the player.

“I like to present you with the next acquisition to your stable.”

The monitor came on. It showed this girl sitting in the rec room watching TV. Her face looks nice, her skin clear, her short hair is brown and she has the most beautiful blues eyes I’ve ever seen.

 “Now watch this,” Vanessa said. The next scene was the same girl taking a shower. Yeah, we installed hidden cameras in the showers. No, it’s not because we’re perverts who like to secretly watch girls taking showers....well, yeah, we are perverts actually, but that’s not the main reason we put the cameras in there. We charge our clients top dollar for high class women to take care of their needs and fulfill their fantasies. Most of the women we recruit from Sanctuary House are runaways who were living on the streets or unwed mothers who just had a baby. They’re bodies are usually not up to our standards. Observing them in the shower allows us to evaluate their potential for development. We have a trainer and a dance instructor on salary. They work with the recruits to get their bodies in the shape they need to be.

 “Her name is Carly Howard,” Vanessa began. “She was sent here by Family Services. She’s been living on the streets for seven weeks. She ran away because her drunken father sexually abused her. Mother’s dead. Her physical shows no diseases or problems.”

 I was vaguely listening to Vanessa. Carly Howard’s body mesmerized me. It was magnificent, firm, well shaped, perfectly proportioned. Excellent muscle tone and very athletic. I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs, she had beautiful diamond calves and dancer’s thighs. Her ass was tight and smooth, her abs were completely flat with ridges. They, along with her arms and shoulder, looked chiseled. Her tits were nice and full. Magnificent body. Even my driver, Leo, who was looking over my shoulder was impress.

“Wow, she’s something boss,” he said.

 “Nice to look at, isn’t she?” Vanessa smiled. “And she interested in turning tricks.”

 “You already made her an offer?”

 “No, not yet. I’m going to tomorrow.”

 “Then how do you know she’s interested?”

 “She mentioned it to her roommate and some of the other girls.”

 “Really? Do me a favor, play her shower again.”

 She rewound and again I watched Carly Howard take a shower. Leo seemed thrill to see it again too. I wasn’t watching it for the thrill, there we two things wrong. The first was that I was sure I’ve seen this girl before somewhere. I couldn’t remember where, but I was certain I did. She looked so familiar. There was something else, too. Call it a gut feeling, but something seemed out of place, I didn’t know what. The more I watched the more the feeling grew, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Her movements were graceful, even in the shower. She’d make a great dancer in one of the clubs. I also had a lot of customers who go for the athletic look. She could generate a lot of revenue. She was perfect. Then it hit me, she was perfect, too perfect.

 “Vanessa, how long you been doing this?” I asked.

 Her eye’s narrowed. The question was odd because she knew I knew the answer. “Little more then two years, why?”

 “And in all that time, about how many girls you recruit?”

 “I don’t know, almost a hundred.”

 “In all those girls, how many of them started out with a body like hers? Look at her, there’s no way this girl has been on the streets for seven weeks. What do you think, she’s living on the streets but still manages to get in a couple of hours a day in the gym? Look at those arms and shoulders, look at those legs and look at that waist and hips. You don’t get a body like that doing a few calisthenics. You need to do some serious high intensity training to get that body. You also have to eat right. Living on the streets all you get is junk food or the shit they serve in the shelters.”

 Leo nods. He’s a big guy whose been lifting all his life. He knows what it takes to get results like this girl has. Vanessa was now staring at the TV. The look on her face turned grim.

Finally she said, “I was so happy getting someone so perfect that never occurred to me. You’re right, but what is she then, she too young to be a cop?”

No I didn’t think she was a cop. Star City’s police force is one of the most corrupt in the country. The Captain who runs the vice squad gets a “consulting fee” from me every mouth, as do most of his officers. They take care of the competition and leave my operations alone. Every now and then we stage some bullshit arrests just to keep their numbers up, but that’s about it, the police don’t bother me. It also helps the police chief, Hamilton, is complete moron. Thinking about him is what reminded me where I seen the girl before. Being a Tirabassi, everyone assumes I’m living in Star City to look out for my family interests in the state. So I’m always being invited to political fund raisers. It’s in these affairs I first met people like the former mayor, Jessica Armstrong, Samantha Smart and the police chief, Hamilton. In one of these boring fund raisers Hamilton brought along his daughter. That’s who this girl was. I couldn’t remember her name, but I remember thinking at the time how good looking she was. But that didn’t make any sense. What would the police chief’s daughter be doing in Sanctuary House posing as a runaway.

“What do you want to do?” Vanessa asks.

 “We have to find out what she’s doing here?”

 “Hey boss, I’ll get a couple of the guys and take the little bitch in a room,“ Leo said. “I guarantee you, when we’re done, she’ll tell us everything.”

“No Leo, I got a better idea. I’m going to arrange a doctor’s visit for her.”

 Vanessa smiled. “When do you want to do it?”

 “We’ll set it up for tonight, after dinner.”

7:30 PM

 The doctor is Raymond Streeter. He use to be a psychiatrist with a nice prosperous practice in Delta City. Then that bitch, Ms Americana, caught him drugging several female patients and brainwashing them to sleeping with him. They pulled his licence. I helped him get a new licence and set up a practice here in Star. In exchange he helps me out with certain problem that come up from time to time.

Carly Howard always drinks diet cherry coke with dinner. We prepared a glass spiked by Dr. Streeter with a special tranquilizer. Carly goes through the food line in the cafeteria and she sits at a table. I have a couple of my girl sit on either side of her. One girl distracts her while the other switches the cherry coke. After dinner, Carly goes to the day room to watch TV. She always sits in the back. Ten minutes after she sits, the tranquilizer kicks in and she out. We quietly get her out of there and take her in to an office. Leo searches her room. I wait in the outer office while Streeter injects her with one of his special cocktails and get’s her ready. Leo comes back first.

“You were right boss,” he reports. “I found one of those direct connect cell phones hidden in her stuff.”

 “You didn’t touch it, did you?”

 “No, left it right where it is. I did what you told me. I didn’t disturbed any of her stuff. She won’t know her room was searched.”

 Leo finding that cell phone didn’t come as any surprise. We just searched her and found lock picks hidden in one of her sneakers and gas pellets hidden in her belt. She also a very sophisticated tracking device in her other sneaker. It hasn’t been activated. I guess if she gets taken somewhere, she can turn it on and let her friends know where she’s at. Any doubt that she’s a plant is gone. Now the question is who’s she working for and what are they after. After Streeter works his magic on her, hopefully we’ll know all that too. The Doctor walks out twenty minutes later.

 “She’s ready,” he reports. “You can go in and question her. Now you have understand the way I set this up. She going to think she’s having a conversation with her daddy. Even though you’ll be speaking, she’ll still be hearing her daddy’s voice. I asked her a minimum of questions to get the information I needed to do this. Her real name is Chloe Hamilton. That’s all I know and that’s all I want to know.”

“No problem Ray. I’ll come and get you when I’m done. Meanwhile, Lita’s here, she’s waiting for you in the other room. She’ll see you don’t get bored.”

 The Doctor hesitated.

 “Go on, it’s on the house,” I said.

 He walked in to the other room. I knew Lita was his favorite. She’d keep him occupied. I went in to the office. Chloe was lying on the couch. Her eyes closed, her breathing steady. I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. She thinks I’m her daddy, so I’ll do my best imitation of my father. I remembered how he and my mother use to talk to me when they were pissed. Obviously, it never did any good with me. Let’s see if it works on her.

“Chloe?” I began.

 “Yes?”

 “Young lady, I’m very angry and disappointed in you. What are you doing hanging out in a place like Sanctuary House. I was so worried. Hanging out with criminals and loose women.”

 “I’m sorry daddy,” she said in a childish voice.

 “Never mind you being sorry, answer my question. What are you doing there?”

 “I...I can’t. It’s a secret.”

 “A secret? Now you hurt me. Are you saying you don’t trust me? I can keep a secret, you know that. Now young lady, I want no more of your games. What were you doing at Sanctuary House?”

 She hesitated for a minute. Finally, “I’m undercover.”

 “Undercover?” I repeated. “You were playing a game?”

 “No daddy, this is serious. Honest.”

 “Really? Who sent you undercover in to Sanctuary House?”

“I...can’t tell you.”

 “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Nobody sent you, you are just play another of your silly little girl games. I’m even more disappointed now that you lied to me.”

 “No daddy, I didn’t lie. I’m telling you the truth. Really, I am.”

 “Then prove it. Tell me who sent you.”

 Again she hesitated. “Chloe, I’m waiting,” I told her. This parent thing is fun. She took a deep breath, let it out and said, “ Solar Woman sent me.”

 I sat there staring at her. Is she kidding? Maybe this was a silly game she was playing after all, or maybe the drugs Ray pumped in to her fucked up her mind.

 “Chloe, why would Solar Woman send you, of all people, on an undercover mission?”

“Because I’m Comet Girl.”

 This was getting weirder and weirder. I didn’t know if this little bitch was legit, but I figure just in case I’ll go for the jackpot.

 “Now Chloe, this is silly. Are you sure you’re not making all this up? It sounds like another game. Wait, I know how you can prove it. If you really are Comet Girl, then you know who Solar Woman really is behind that mask. But you don’t, do you?”

 “Yes I do daddy. Solar Woman is really Jessica Armstrong.”

 In hindsight it makes sense. Armstrong is a fanatical feminist and a multi-millionaire. Becoming Solar Woman is something she’d be able to do easily.

“Chloe, what does Solar Woman want you to find out in Sanctuary House?”

 “She thinks For Your Pleasure Productions is forcing girls in to prostitution and pornography there.”

 Oh Shit! I thought. “Why does she think that?”

 Chloe explained all about Armstrong’s meeting with Salina Lopez. I stood up and walked around the room. I needed to think. These super heroine bitches had never been a problem for me before. Yes, they didn’t like hookers and adult films but they mostly went after the low end of the business, harassing the street walkers and pimps who operated out of the cheap motels. They never bothered my girls, but lately I’ve been getting reports the Solar Woman, and another vigilante named Puritan, were making inquires in to my business. I fixed it so they’d get nowhere, but thanks to this Lopez bullshit Armstrong now stumbled on to Sanctuary House. Now what do I do? With only three months before my father and brothers show up I didn’t need this shit. So what do I do? First thing is find out everything I can about my enemy. The stupid twit lying before me had all the answers. I decided to change the my strategy.

 “Chloe, I was wrong. You are doing good and I’m very proud of you.”

 She smiled. “Thank you daddy.”

 “But I am worried about you. You do a lot of dangerous things as Comet Girl and you can get hurt. Is this Solar Woman person really able to teach you how to take care of yourself?”

“Yes daddy, she’s my hero. She’s teaching me a lot.”

 “Really, well tell me all about her. What are her superpowers?”

 She spent the next twenty minutes telling me all about her. Her super powers, she had none, only her skill as a martial artist with gadgets. She told me about her business and finances. The heroine group she headed, the Dusk To Dawn Gang, where their headquarters was located and all the other members. Their secret identities, powers, weaknesses, all about their lives and how they operate. It was fascinating. She even told me about Puritan. I asked her if she knew her real name?

 “Aunt Vicky”

 “Aunt Vicky? No dear, you’re a super heroine now, report like one. What’s her full name?”

 “Victoria Chaste.”

 “What does she do?”

 “She’s a lawyer.”

 Ok, now I remember. When was she mayor, Armstrong proposed a tough new anti-porn initiative to the city council. She wanted this Chaste bitch to head it up. I got the initiative killed. In addition to owning Ranier, I also own another councilman and there’s a councilwoman who would rather a video of her having an orgy with three fifteen year old boys never see the light of day. As long as she does what she’s told, like any good woman, it never will.

 When I was satisfied I squeeze her of everything she knew, I left her on the couch and walked out in to the outer office. Want to know what’s so ironic? That Lopez bitch who got Armstrong on to Sanctuary House was wrong about her sister. Yeah, I knew who Eva was. In a short time she had become one of my best girl and a top money maker. Like all my other girls, no one forced her, she went for the life enthusiastically. We almost have to hold her back. Eva can’t stand her sister Selina, always describes her as a tight ass who’s always bossing her and trying to make her something she’s not. She wants to make as much money as possible to get out from under her sister’s thumb and live her own life. I always understood how she felt. Having grown up in the shadow of two older brothers who were also tight asses and treated me exactly the same way, I could sympathize.

 I sat down, loosen my tie, unbuttoned my top button and put my feet up on the table. So now I know who the enemy is. Of the ten women Chloe spoke of I’m familiar with four of them. Of course I know Armstrong. In addition to meeting her at fund-raisers, she contributes to Sanctuary House and she a socialite, I met dozens of them growing up. She’s also the former, disgraced mayor of this fair city. I remember the headlines when she got busted having an orgy in her office with her assistant and an unnamed girl. Now I know that girl is Chloe. I also know Chaste from the anti-porn initiative and some of her other famous cases. My father has been trying to acquire Samantha Smart’s company for years and that reporter Moira Jones once tried to get an interview with me about my family’s interests in Star City. All the others I didn’t know and had no reason to. An nineteen year old waitress, a rookie cop and a housewife and her daughter did not exactly travel in my circle. The most interesting was this Amazon princess and her sister; they were ambassadors from a secret Amazon society, now that’s weird. Only four of them actually have super powers, Stardust, Green Hornette, Leopard Lady and Kitty. Another, Mystique Maiden only has power when she’s holding that spectra of hers. The rest are all martial artists with gadgets.

So the question is what do I do now? I spent the last five years of my life building this business. I have big plans for the future and I’m not going to lose all that because of some arrogant, sanctimonious, feminist vigilante bitches are offended by it. I’m not some half-wit street punk they can push around. If they want a fight I’m going to give it to them. The easiest thing to do is sell their secret identities to certain people I know. That would take care of the problem pretty quick and I could make some nice cash off of it. But the more I thought about it the more another possibility came to mind. There’s an opportunity here. During the last couple of years I’ve gotten in to a nice side business. As I mentioned, we cater to rich folks. This includes businessmen and executives, the movers and shakers of big business. These guys like to impress in the bedroom, so sometimes they talk about things they shouldn’t. The rooms in the brothels and clubs are all bugged. This isn’t for blackmail. No, blackmail would discourage the all important repeat business that’s vital to my operations. This information is used in a different way. In the last few years I’ve made several million dollars through insider trading, stock manipulations and industrial espionage thanks to the things we picked up from the bugs. The point being is I’m very adept at using inside information and right this minute I have the most valuable inside information in Star City. There’s an opportunity here and if I can come up with a good plan this can be the best thing that ever happen to me. I lit a cigar and for the next twenty minutes I sat there staring at the ceiling, thinking up a plan. I went over all the possibilities and possible problems that could come up. Finally I knew what I was going to do. Let’s hope I don’t outsmart myself.

 Ray finished with Lita about five minutes later. He came out of the office a little disheveled. “Where’s the bathroom? I got to fix up before I go home.”

 “In a minute. Sit down,” I said. “I have a job for you.”

 “Another one?”

 “This is different. I want to hire you.” He sat down. “Can you completely brainwash Chloe Hamilton?”

 “I thought you didn’t do that sort of thing?”

 “The situation is different,” I said. I then explained what I needed Chloe to do and become. “Can you do it?”

 He shrugged. “Sure, with the right drugs, I can have her jump hoops naked.”

 I smiled. “Hold that thought. How long will it take?”

 “About five days.”

 “She needs to make a phone call every day to check in.”

 “Won’t be a problem,” he assured me.

For the next five days Ray worked on her. We decided Chloe was going to be a mole, an unwitting mole. She was going to have two personalities. On the surface she would be her normal self, totally unaware she’s been brainwashed. But when she heard a key word her hidden personality would come out. We’d use Eva Lopez’s relationship with her older sister as a model of what we wanted to do with Chloe. Ray programmed Chloe to think Solar Woman/Jessica Armstrong was a tight ass bitch who was always bossing her around and oppressing her. We made Chloe’s second persona more of a free spirit who was anxious to test her sexuality and who desperately wanted to join For Your Pleasure to make a lot of money so she can get out from under Armstrong’s and her strict father’s thumb. Ray programmed a need to be her own woman, make her own decisions and that Jessica Armstrong and the rest of her group was an obstacle to that. Every day at four in the afternoon, he had Chloe make a call literally under the influence of some narcotic or other. Four O clock was Solar Woman’s and Comet Girls agreed upon check in time. Each day, Chloe told her there was nothing to report. We decided the keyword to trigger Chloe’s hidden personality would be lollipop. Finally, as Ray had promised, after five days of drugs and programing Comet Girl was ready.

“She really despises this Jessica person,” Ray told me. “And she badly wants to become one of your girls.”

 Good, now to put my plan in motion, but first I wanted to put Ray’s work to the test.

 I walked in to my interview room where Chloe was waiting with a mischievous smile on her face. Some of the girls dressed her up in only a dog collar and black lace bra and panties.

 “Ready for your job interview, Chloe?”

Her smile grew. “Yes sir,” she said, as she poured off the chair and made her way to me on all fours. I sat down. She moved up between my legs, undid my belt and pants and pulled them down. Then she unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up. She ran her nails gently down my stomach and pulled down the waist of my underwear. Chloe began by caressing my balls. Between her hand and nails it was less then a minute before my cock harden up and stood at attention.

 “Ooooh, so big,” she coo. Flattery will get you everywhere. She then replaced her hand on my balls with her tongue. She expertly used her tongue to engulf my balls one at a time. She lingered on my balls for several minutes. Chloe had patience, that’s very important when cocksucking. That’s one activity best taken slow. After just the right amount of time her tongue moved up to my stem, concentrating on the base. Chloe briefly interrupted the process to plant a long passionate kiss on my cock before resuming. She was my first heroine and I have to say there’s something deeply satisfying about having a heroine on her knees licking and kissing my cock and balls. If my plan worked right it’s the exact same position where I knew her ten friends will be shortly. Chloe could take great satisfaction in knowing she’s the first. She slowly moved up the stem, equal parts licking the both sides of my stem. Every now and then she caress my cock with her cheeks. After taking a long, agonizing time she reached the top. She again planted another warm lingering kiss on the head, then took the head in and savored it like tootsie pop. After the proper amount of time she throated my entire length while she resumed caressing my balls. It was very helpful from where I sat watching her tight cherry ass. That and the sight of her head bopping up and down was truly a work of art. The pressure was mounting under the constant barrage of her wonderful mouth. Naturally, I held it as long as I could but eventually a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. I exploded in her mouth. To her credit she continued working my cock through it and she swallowed the whole load.

 When done she sat on floor below me. She removed the bra and panties, leaving the dog collar on, then sat back on her arms and spread her legs before me. Chloe put this ‘fuck me’ look on her face and waited. I got up and took my clothes off then got on top of her. I went for her nipples which were all ready hard and pointy. I worked them with a combination of licks and playful love bites while massaging her tits with my hands. She like that cause she began moaning hard. I moved my right hand down to her wet hole and inserted two then three fingers. She gave directions as I moved my fingers inside of her. Eventually, her quick yaps told me I found her spot and it was off to the races. Her moans became louder and constant. Her body tightened. Her hips kept bouncing off the floor, her hands balled in to fists, her feet curled up. The expression on her face showed she was lost in the sensation. It went on for a long while, me massage her tits with one hand and working her spot inside her curt with the other, as I sucked and bit her nipples. Then the dam broke. With a suddenness that surprised me she shot off all over my hand while yelling her head off. Her entire body tensed up showing her excellent shaped muscles. After it was over she laid there exhausted. I wasn’t going to give her a chance to rest. I lifted her legs straight in the air, in a ninety degrees angle and moved my cock in to position to mount her.

 “I like to be fucked in the ass,” she said.

“You will,” I assured her. “But first things first.” I entered her cunt and began pumping away, making sure to hit her spot. This time she came just minutes before I did. After some time to recharge my batteries, I turned her over on her knees, ass pointing in the air. It wasn’t as hard getting it in to her ass as I thought it be. Obviously, she’s done this before. I used lotion on her anus and my cock and I played with her clit while I pumped away. Judging by the sounds she was making she loved it. Eighteen year olds, there nothing like it. It’s always best to get pussy when it’s young and fresh because that’s when they’re the most tender and succulent. She finished with her most potent orgasm yet. Then we laid there covered with sweat in the after glow of good sex. Three orgasms in one night, in hockey they call that a hat trick. After I showered and dressed, I had a couple of girls drag Comet Girl to the shower. They washed and douche her. Then they put her to bed. In the morning she would have no recollection of what happen. She will report to Solar Woman that nothing is going on in Sanctuary House. Carly Howard will disappear and Chloe will go back to her friends completely unaware she was working for me now. Now the fun begins. I start my little war with the Dusk To Dawn Group. If it all goes right, when it’s over, nothing will ever be the same.

TO BE CONTINUED