So the war started on New Year's Day, 2007. But I'll get to that in a second. As 2006 closed, I still had radio silence from Just A Scientist, but I was still working things. At home, Aiyana and I were doing great.

Regular date nights. She loved watching scary movies with me.

And I loved how during the scariest parts, she needed physical contact to feel safe.

Let me be clear, Aiyana was the real deal for me. This wasn't just sex. But, I liked that part, too.

Now, I might have hit dead air on the scientist story, but I was definitely following up on this sex pervert story. Bertie Humber was his name, as I'm all sure you already know by now, because of what happened later. Vice Chancellor at Britechester University. I was stalking him at this point. Every chance I got to head out east, I was looking for him.

And he had a respectable side. A fiancee.

But I snapped a lot of pics of him visiting other girls, too.

Most of them students.

And in a lot of cases, I don't mean college students. I mean college applicants.

No question he was using his position to get his rocks off with young women that struck his fancy. Just like Meg had told me.

But, my investigation had to take a pause when the bosses sent me on a bit of a whirlwind. First, they wanted me to profile this athlete in Myshuno. Fresh out of high school, about to enroll in Foxbury, he was tapped as the greatest soccer star in a generation. He'd be playing in Europe within a couple of years.

Devon Douglass was his name, and he oozed confidence. He already knew he was a future superstar. All of 19, I asked him what it was like to already be this famous.

"Off the record?" he asked?

"Of course," I said. "For the moment."

"Off the record, man, I'm drowning in pussy."

"I never thought even a couple of years ago the women would be this easy, but I'm banging classmates."

"Neighbors."

"Rich housewives I met at the gym."

"Even a porn star from around the way makes regular visits."

"On the record, I'm just focused on getting prepared for my arrival on campus, so I can help my team in any way possible."

I started to tell him that was a fine answer, and was about to shift into on-the-record questions, but my phone rang, and my editor reassigned me in the middle of the interview.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked him.

"Get on a plane. Newcrest. Crime shit going down."

Apparently, the Russian mob had made a move against Pedro's organization, and some poor guy who worked for Pedro had taken the wrong end of it.

He didn't actually have anything to do with Pedro's more black market activities. Dude was just a janitor at his strip club. But the Russians decided to send a statement, and they picked him, seemingly at random, as the recipient.

I made it to Newcrest in time to photograph the funeral.

The widow Naomi was despondent.

And Gomes had left behind a little girl, Cora.

I could see the others trying to console her.

But even though I didn't get all the words from my vantage point, I could tell that it was Pedro who promised what she wanted: revenge.

She was eager to see him keep this promise.

After the ceremony, I slipped off to the casino around the way with Pedro to talk.

"Look, let me start with how sorry I am for your loss," I told him, "and to continue that I'm not just here as a friend, but also as a journalist."

"So your editor sent you?"

"He did. He doesn't know I know you. I should turn the assignment down as a conflict of interest."

"Don't do that," he said. "I need a guy covering this I can trust."

"Hey, you can count on me. My editor is going to expect certain things, though. Like probably your name and what you're known for."

"I get it, but keep it professional and vague. Accused of. Rumors of. Unproven charges. Never convicted.  That sort of shit."

"And as always, please accept my hospitality at Picante before you head back home to write this shit up. You know the girls there love you."

"Thanks," I said. "I think I will swing by."

And that's how Pedro was. Always buying people off. Maybe with money. Maybe with a free blowjob from Catalina. But, who was I to complain? Catalina sucked a mean dick. And even if I wasn't the kind of guy who could be bought, I wasn't about to fuck with Pedro. Besides, I was smart enough to know this was just the first salvo in a much bigger conflcit.

STATUS REPORT 2006-1467

AGENT: MAGGIE JUSTUS

POSTING: WILLOW CREEK

OPERATION: HIGH SODIUM

I will start this report with a memorialization of a memo I sent to Ops yesterday. The facilities in the Willow Creek base are unlivable. Sanitation is unacceptable. I think it is imperative that funds for repairs and upgrades are allocated immediately. If my posting requires my stay to extend past three months, and the proper repairs are not made in that time, I will request an additional per diem to cover the costs of a hotel stay, per S.M.R. 34(c)(7). I put all of this information into the aforesaid memo, and copy it here to make it part of the official case record.

Now, to the operation at hand: posting me here under the guise of investigating the murder at the Magnolia Hotel during the Summer Officers' Ball has worked splendidly. As I have interviewed locals, it is clear that my cover is accepted, and no one suspects an ulterior motive.

I have even been able to make contact with secondary target Joao Calles.

Although I get very little information from him. The best strategy remains to ingratiate myself with the women.

My cover story of investigating the death of the sex worker in Magnolia gathers special sympathy from them.

At this time, I must reference the previous report (2006-1396) from my colleague in Windenburg. Evidence was strongly laid out therein that the Ivanov organization is gearing up for some kind of war. Besides new players being added to the mix, Dmitry Ivanov himself is avoiding his known regular haunts, and even his own house, mostly holing up with his Jewish mistress.

I can state with 85-90% certainty that the Menendes organization is also preparing for conflict. First, some members have been travelling to Windenburg quietly, and making contact with known members of the Ivanov org. I believe they are try to pry, or even force, information out of them.

They have many tested methods available for doing this.

Second, there is an increase in communication between Pedro Menendes and known business contact Saed Ruhollah. I believe Ruhollah is also collecting information during his visits to relevant parties, usually prostitutes, and sharing it with Menendes.

Third, in Newcrest, as in Windenburg, new pieces are being added to the board. Within the past week, Menendes has brought in a certain type of muscle.

On the street, these guys are known as "pipe-hitters." This refers to their dependence on drugs, as well as their known affinity for violence. Traffic on local street corners and at local brothels has increased since their arrival.

Am currently working on firm ID. These men are clearly recognized in the underworld, but do not appear on any watchlists I've checked so far. Perhaps the experts at Simsley will have better luck with their pictures, which I am attaching to this memo.

Conclusion: the odds are very good that we are heading to a very violent conflict between these two criminal enterprises. We should be prepared to strongly react to whatever conflict breaks out and take down the important actors as quickly as possible.

Signed,

AGENT JUSTUS

Personal addendum:

Boss, this town sucks. It's almost impossible to find anything interesting to do. Not entirely, but almost. Best I found was a fellow health nut who was willing to discuss fitness and wellness techniques with me.

But I need more than that to stay stimulated.

So maybe I'm not in that much of a hurry, but once this case is over, please assign me to a posting somewhere more interesting? Sulani, maybe?

Thanks,

Maggie

But it was silence on his end.

But luckily, I got a lead out of nowhere on my other story. Some background: a really bad wave of the clap and trich combined had swept through the swingers' club, and we had to cancel events until people got cleaned up. Normally, we all sort of just took this in stride. We knew some of our members were professionals, and they might sometimes catch something. Although, honestly, I had it from Chad that he and Grace were both clean, so this probably came from one of the other guys deciding to get his rocks off in the city. Anyway, as a group, we didn't really pursue that kind of thing, and just chalked it up to bad luck, and took a break. But those of us who knew we were clean sometimes hung out unofficially, and I was visiting Meg one day, and I happened to mention my experience in Tomarang.

I told her how I'd seen this touristy guy and how he'd looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. She asked me to describe him.

So I told her, you know, nerdy, awkward, beard, glasses, kind of creepy but also kind of lame.

She surprised me with, "Well, of course he looked familiar. You've seen him, here. Maybe never met him, but you saw him I'm sure when he was tutoring me."

Apparently, this guy was some big education official from Britechester who had been in charge of getting high school students ready for the admissions process. Meg told me that mostly meant helping her with homework, and then bending her over the couch and fucking her. Who was this guy, I asked?

"Bertie Umber," she said. "Fucking pervert. Not a bad fuck, though."

"I was already 18 when I met him," Meg continued. "But from what I've heard, if you ask around the prep schools, you'll find girls who met him much younger."

"And that's probably what attracted him to Tomarang."

"Exactly," she said. "Like I said, fucking pervert."

Anyway, later that week, I was travelling out east, and stopped at Foundry Cove, and the girls all came to say hello.

On a whim, I showed them the pics I'd taken of this pervert and asked if they recognized him, and they did!

"Oh yeah," Cherry said. "He's not local, but he always stops by when he's in town. Straight monger. No watching for him, Always wants to play."

"And he always asks for the youngest girl on staff. Right, Livia?"

So Livia told me a story about the last time he'd been in, just a month or so ago.

He picked her out, and went straight upstairs.

And apparently he liked it rough. Throat fucking.

Ass fucking.

He was not a gentle lover.

I knew I had to make this a story. This guy was an important individual, and apparently a sick pervert. I was going to bring him down.

While I was there, I did run into this cam girl who worked for Grace and also danced there. I was lucky to be there the same night she was. Got an awesome lap dance.

That really has nothing to do with the story, but I wanted to fit that in somehow.

So, I definitely had a big lead on this sex trafficking (or maybe sex tourism?) story. But it was going to take some time to find the next step. Meanwhile, I checked in with my favorite porn stars, and I had to say my man Jamal had this new concept that was absolute fire. Basically, the gimmick was he'd invite strippers back from Planet Honey to his crib, and pay for a private dance, which always turned into more.

It's actually pretty damn hot watching a porn video, and realizing you know the girl there.

I'd gotten dances from Latasha before.

Hell, I'd fucked her before.

And here was Jamal getting ridden by a big booty goddess I knew from experience was an expert.

And when he started pounding her doggystyle.

Not gonna lie, I almost didn't make it until the end.

But I did, and then watching her quiver on the floor like that, I asked myself, did she do that when I fucked her? I don't remember her doing that.

But it's just a movie, I reminded myself. She's just acting.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So this all started with Chad. I was in town on business (of course) while he was closing a deal with another porn producer to do a special video. He was going to team up with his usual partner in crime, Jamal.

But the star was this new girl who had never worked with either BGP or AEP before. Some guy named Lothario had her under contract, and he was very protective of her. Chad had to convince her a collab was good for her career, so she could take it back to her boss.

And either he sold it, or she just liked the look of what Chad and Jamal were packing under their shorts, because she did agree, and got this Lothario guy to sign off, too. It was a pretty hot threesome.

Her name was Lisa Jay. She was just 19 and fresh in the industry, but you could tell she'd already had a ton of experience.

And she definitely had a thing for big black cock, which meant she got along with Jamal just fine.

Anyway, it was a damn hot video, and it got lots of plays. Since I was in town during the wrap, Chad invited me to the party, as he usually does.

As hot as Lisa Jay was, there was this other girl, Alina, her best pal, apparently, but not in the business herself, that caught my eye.

I could tell she was classy, and tried to play the high class guy, but of course, this was a porn film wrap party, so, that was a hard sell.

But I'm not one to give up so easily, so I made plans to find a reason to run into her again. Meanwhile, I had a regular meeting with Britney, and while it wasn't strictly part of her job, I used her to learn a little bit about this Joe guy, Kami's "lab partner."

He's a good guy, she said. Doesn't treat any of his women like shit.

What do you mean "women?" I asked. He has multiple?

Oh, yeah, she told me. He's fucking half the school. As he should with a dick like that.

I'm sorry, what?

And she flat told me, his dick could rival my own. And all of 17, he already knew how to use it like an expert.

Tell me more, I said.

Guy's a pothead, she told me.

And he works at some shitty fast food joint to pay the bills.

Although she heard that he'd started earning extra money doing cam shows with his giant dick online. He had to fake a birth certificate to get his account open, of course, but I guess he got extra money that way. And Britney was just one of many girls in school he was regularly fucking. She told me how they'd fucked just last week right in the middle of the library during a study session.

But, she told me, just a few days later, they had the annual career fair at school, and she saw him slip off into the bathroom with some girl named Lucy.

She saw nothing wrong with this.

After all, she said, he wasn't lying to any of them. They all knew he was fucking everyone.

So my step-daughter was falling prey to a sex maniac. That was what I took from it.

Anyway, Lisa Jay was in town for a location shoot, and she dragged her friend along with her, which gave me a chance for another date with her.

We had a great time, and she was sexy as fuck in the black dress, but still. No putting out from her.

This was going to be the hardest score I ever made.

Meanwhile, Julie's murder was attracting interesting attention.

Some chick from the military police was asking around.

Eventually, she got an interview with Maya, so I got the scoop.

I guess there was some kind of officers' ball going on downstairs while Julie was done, and so the military stepped in to lead the investigation.

Maya was scared because this investigator knew Julie danced for her.

Also, Maya may have been high as a fucking kite while she was getting questioned.

Joao saw this chick, too, while at the gym.

He didn't approach her, but now he knew what she looked like, he promised to keep an eye on her.

I also got some disturbing news from Lima, my bartender.

She told me, basically off hand (but maybe to make me jealous?) about this great fuck she'd just had this week.

I'm all like, hey girl, you do you, I'm happy for you.

And she was all, hey, if you were available every time I wanted a good dicking, I wouldn't need anyone else, but you're in too much demand.

I knew she was buttering me up, but I'm all, damn straight I'm in demand.

So she started to tell me about this great dicking she had just had, whether I wanted to hear about it or not.

He was a massage specialist who had a tendency to get handsy.

Which Lima liked.

And, like I already said, she was keen on talking about how great his dick was.

And he finished every massage session with a torrid fuck.

She said she always had multiple orgasms during her sessions with him.

But what really bothered me was she told me his name was Gabriel. It sounded familiar. Then I remembered, I'd seen Gabriel's Spa as a line item charge on my credit card. I'd never been there, of course. But Elisa was a very devoted massage connoisseur. 

No way my wife is letting this guy fuck her, right?

Anyway, I also had news coming in from Windenburg. My boy Saed, well, he might have both a wife and a concubine, but he still needs to stray, you know? And in Windenburg, that means Dmitry's girls.

And he told me he'd heard from Margot that Dmitry had some new muscle in town. New girls, too, but the new muscle is what had me worried. I'd have to keep an eye out.

Maybe make an excuse to visit Margot myself. She was a fun visit, after all.

But, anyway, my dear diary, I am finally up to current time. Fall is almost over, and it is ending for me with a bang. I was back out west selling some more product, and on a hunch, I visited Alina again. I figured one more shot, right?

So once I had her good an flirty, I made a move. Again.

And this time, she was receptive.

But it got even better, as her roommate, the young porn star Lisa Jay? She just casually walked into the room to watch us fuck.

And in no time, she had joined us.

This was clearly not the first time these chicks had shared a dick.

I'm not sure I can rank nuts, but if I can, that has to be top ten.

Signing off,

Pedro.

It's amazing how time flies. I couldn't believe how 2006 was already slipping into Lame Duck Mode. And things were moving slowly for me. Dead end on the human trafficking story. But my pal at the lab did reach out again.

Mr. Strathclyde

My work is progressing very well, as far as it can go in these sterile settings.

I am making technological progress beyond what I imagined.

And I think I am very close to building the device that will let me test the spores' language in earnest.

I just need a little more time. But if you are patient, I will agree to your suggestion that we meet to go over it in more detail.

Sincerely,

JAS

So, that was still happening. On the home front, Grace finally worked off the baby fat and got back to work. As they had promised, Grace and Chad did a romantic couples scene first.

But that's not what her paying customers are giving up their hard earned simoleons for. They wanted to see her get absolutely drilled, and she didn't disappoint. Her second video after the baby was a gangbang to put all other gangbangs to shame.

What can I say? Girl knew how to take some dick.

Anyway, about this time, I finally pulled the trigger on my own new path to some hot pussy. Pedro had given me the lead for this sugar dating app he used a while back. He had honeys all over the world. Wherever he traveled, he had a warm bed waiting for him. I had been scrolling and looking at profiles for a while, but hadn't tried to chat anyone up. But since I was about to go to Windenburg for a book signing tour, I looked back through the offerings.

And found this super hot Italian chick who was looking for a "daddy" as they say. I made a date with her.

And we hit it off so well, we ended up back at her place.

And it was worth it.

Her skin tone told me that she had a lot of Sicilian blood in her. With African roots.

Which of course didn't bother me at all. If anything, it was hot as hell.

And holy shit could she ride a dick.

I mean, I could have just hired an escort, and that would have cost less, but this was way better.

And now every time I'm in Windenburg, I give her a fat wad of cash, and I have a place to stay. And it's spectacular.

Dear Katerina,

Life is going very well for me since everything went down and Dmitry has decided to leave me alone.

I have left my employment at the "burger joint" as they call it, and am working to becoming a star in this adult film industry that is so big out here. It is slow going, but I enjoy the work. Having sex for fun instead of to be paying off the debt is so liberating. I like to go out dancing.

And if I meet an attractive man at the club, I just go for it.

Even if it is possible others are watching! It is so dangerous and sexy!

And while I am waiting for more opportunities to make films, I make a lot of money simply by logging into my internet here and playing with myself on camera. People actually pay me money to watch this, can you believe it?

And my fellow actors are a blast. Last week, I hopped on a plane with a girl named Skye who I have become friendly with, and we danced the night away in Windenburg!

And when I met a sexy man there and followed him to the water closet...

...It did not take long for Skye to find us, and we both took care of him - it was a very satisfying threesome.

I hope things are going just as well back home with you and the other girls!

Love,

Iliana

Dear Iliana,

Life is very much the same grind here that it has always been. I dance for losers.

And then do more for them upstairs.

And of course, even though I kick up to Joao now, it is still Pedro's club, so when he sees me across the room, I have no choice but to make time for him.

But I am trying at least to be expanding my horizons when I have the free time to do so. I practice cooking and painting and any other hobbies that don't involve getting fucked.

I think I have a natural talent for painting. One client saw a painting I recently did and said it was sexy, but I don't know why he thought that.

It was just a painting of a steak. But he hinted that he might be able to help me get my art sold. That was nice.

Sometimes I get outcalls for rich clients up in Willow Creek. That is nice. Their houses are fancy and they pay better.

But I do have some terrible news. Julie decided to start turning tricks again. She just wasn't making enough money giving lap dances at the club.

Of course, Pedro had forbidden this, on account of her positive test, so she had to do it alone, without him knowing. That meant catering to some of the most debased clients.

It also meant she had no protection. And something terrible happened.

Julie is dead. We don't know who did it. We are pretty sure Pedro did not. Because even though she wasn't under his protection, he was furious. He had a meeting with Maya and Joao about it.

I do not know what they talked about, but I assume it was violence, because Joao showed up horny that night, and he wanted it rough. Only the prospect of violence puts him in that kind of mood. So I had to let him fuck me like a jackhammer.

He even put his hands around my neck.

And pushed my head down into the floor.

And when he came, he pounded me so hard it was painful.

So I think if they find this man who killed Julie, it will not go nicely for him.

We miss you Iliana, I am glad things are going better for you than they are to be going for us.

Love,

Katerina

Luckily, she had no regrets. She was still processing how much she could personally get into it, but she said it had been an undeniably fulfilling sexual experience, and she was looking forward to experimenting more.

So I was a lucky guy, right? The mother of my child, happy to join the same sex club I was in. Nothing could go wrong.

Except a couple of months later, when we found out there were some consequences to our recently lax approach to using birth control.

Yeah, so Anna had gotten knocked up at the Fuckfest. She couldn't be absolutely sure who the father was, but it was very likely Dan, since he'd been the only one to give her a proper intentional creampie. Anyway, another strict rule we had was that, if someone got pregnant, it was entirely up to them what to do. No pressure from anyone else. Anna decided to keep the baby.

But the truth is, she wasn't the only one who got knocked up that day. 

Grace had also gotten the double blue line. She had already decided to have an abortion before she told me, and she didn't tell the rest of the group. The only reason she told me was, due to our experiences that day, there was very little doubt I was responsible.

Of course, I was happy to keep this secret between us, because I thought this might be a little too much for Aiyana after her very first experience with the group. And it didn't put a strain on my relationship with Grace. If anything, it intensified it. Although our liaisons were starting to involve heavier and heavier alcohol consumption.

Anyway, let me go backwards just a bit. After the Fuckfest, I had gotten that email from some nameless scientist about my Strangerville story. I had responded, and was just waiting to hear from him again. A few weeks later, I got another email.

Mr. Strathclyde:

I write again using an encrypted algorithm, so you won't be able to trace me. But I am prepared to meet eventually, if you wish to pursue what I have to tell you.

The company I work for is convinced that the strange plant-like creature you encountered in Strangerville was indeed extraterrestrial in origin. And this is a serious company. Not just some fringe conspiracy theorists with money. The research I have been a part of has followed two lines. First, how to pinpoint the Mother Plant's origin.

Second, how to crack the Mother Plant's apparent mind control abilities.

Well, it didn't take long for us to understand how the spores work. The government had already been half way there. This was how you were able to use their research to create a vaccine of sorts.

But while the company was focused on how the Mother Plant communicated with the spores, I was more interested in how the spores communicated control commands to the sim mind.

I mean, I could definitely use the ability to exert some control over some people. I live in a cheap apartment and all my neighbors are hookers. Sometimes I have to remind them I can hear them through the walls. I mean, they are nice girls. I'll even visit them at the gentlemen's club that serves as their front.

But when I'm trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and the moaning of some John next door wakes me up, having a psychic alien mute button would be helpful, right?

Anyway, I think I've discovered something no one else in this lab has: the language the spores use to control us. It's not a chemical signal. It's a very high-frequency electromagnetic signal. I need to test this outside the lab. Which you may be able to help with. Intrigued yet? If not, consider this. Remember the story a few weeks ago about all the people at the San Myshuno gym who passed out? Gas leak or something, they said?

It wasn't. It was me. It was my first field test of the Mother Plant signals.

Does that get you interested? If so, reply and let me know.

Just a scientist

Obviously, I was interested. It sounded crazy, but after what I'd seen in Strangerville, it was at least worth looking into.

Just a scientist

Am still interested. Let's discuss more.

CS

But he'd given too much away in his email. From the San Myshuno gym to the hookers to the strip club, I couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was, but I knew where to look. So I popped over to Planet Honey to talk to Corey. I made it like I was just on a weed run, but I asked him about any new nerdy clients that stuck out. He didn't have anything for me. The only person acting weird, he said, was his brother. Demarius had apparently decided to start hooking up with some blonde bimbo he met through a sugar dating app. He was spending so much time with her, he was neglecting his regular girls.

And I decided that, at the very least, I should spend some time with some of Demarius' girls. You know, for research background purposes.

Anyway, while I was waiting to hear back from this supposed scientist, I decided to fly back out to Tomarang and see if I couldn't make any progress on the sex trafficking story.

I scoped out one of the low-rent apartments I expected housed some of the local girls.

And I saw someone there who definitely wasn't a local. Very touristy.

So I waited for him to leave, and went in to talk to these girls myself. One of them turned out to be that 15-year-old who had offered me the blowjob on my last trip. The other was her roommate/fellow whore. She looked equally young.

I tried to pry some information out of them about the sex trade in Tomarang.

But they continued to be very tight-lipped.

And eventually, they made it clear that if I wasn't going to pay one of them for a blowjob, I was wasting their time.

And, again, sorry, but this was too creepy for me, so I took my leave.

After I flew back home, I told the entire story to Aiyana.

I swear to God, she asked me, "Why didn't you just let one of them give you a blowjob? Fifteen is legal there."

I reminded her that whatever was legal there, there were still laws against sex tourism here, and besides, legalities aside, I just thought it was wrong. Maybe even morally wrong. Despite the fact that morals weren't something I usually cared about.

So you know what Aiyana did? She reminded me why she's so special.

"Well," she said, "I think for your upstanding behavior you deserve a reward."

And she proceeded to give me the blowjob that I'd earned but been too upstanding to accept.

I mean, how lucky of a guy was I?

Man, it's been a crazy month. I have done so much fucking the past few weeks, I think my dick might fall off. First, I had to go out west on business, which of course meant I stayed with Helen.

But the next morning, I slipped down to the gym to work out.

I turned my head when I heard my name.

It was one of my all-time favorite porn actresses, Skye Limitless. We shared some niceties, catching up.

Then she asked me if I was coming to Chad's wrap party later that day.

I told her I was very busy, but I'd see what I could do. Of course, I'd become a regular at Chad's studio whenever I was in town, but I didn't realize he was having a party that day. A quick call to him, however, secured me the invite.

And Skye was feeling extra horny that day. I'd already been told by several of the girls that I should have gone into acting, and as soon as I arrived, Skye demanded I join her in the hot tub and put on a show for everyone.

Who am I to say no to that request?

Especially when face to face with Skye's fine ass pussy.

So we quickly got down to business. Skye sucked me like a champ - she really was the world's best blowjob.

Then she sat me down and climbed on for a ride.

And just as she had hoped for, we drew a crowd.

With all these professionals watching, I knew I had to do it porn style, so when I was about to come, I pulled out and busted all over Skye's ass.

Which drew some applause from our fans.

But that was just the first leg of a long trip out of town, for me. Next stop, Windenburg, where I met with Saed about the new gun shipments.

He showed me the incoming wares. I was impressed.

And at that price point, I was sure I'd have no problem moving them.

And if going out West means I visit Helen, going to Windenburg means I visit Charlotte. And good thing, too, because thinking of all the money I was going to make with Saed got me horny. Nothing makes me rock hard quite like profit.

A visit to Charlotte is always a good time.

But that day, I told her I wanted more. This time, I wanted something she'd never done before. I wanted her to take me in her ass.

Of course, it was uncomfortable for her at first.

But I took it slow.

And by the end, she was genuinely enjoying it.

So, that whole trip lasted about a week, then I was finally back in Newcrest. Joao had been looking after the place for me. He's become more than just an enforcer since he took care of Irina for me. He's my right hand and a partner. Of course, I bought the hotel after we moved the Russians into better housing. Well, I didn't technically. Some paper company owned by another paper company set up by my lawyers did. And then tore it down, built a house, and sold it to Joao.

He moved in there with Alana. I don't know what's going on with them. I guess they are a couple now? But she still turns tricks, and he still fucks whores. Often at the same time in the same place, since he's spending so much time at Picante now that he manages some of the girls there.

There's many a night where you might find him off in the employee bathroom putting it to one of the girls.

Meanwhile, just outside the door, Alana is picking up a John - or two.

But whatever they are doing, I guess it works for them.

I gotta say, the idea of them sitting around in that house being all suburban domestic is hilarious, though.

I assume they still find time to fuck, though. Even though she'd never wear it at the club, when I ran into them off hours, she was wearing a ring.

Anyway, so I think they have some weird romantic thing going on, but officially, the reason Joao took her with him into the new house was to free up their old apartment for a couple of new girls he was bringing from Brazil. And he learned a trick from the Russians, because instead of breaking them in himself, he auctioned off their virginity. Made big bank for that. A goddamn member of Congress won Lucia.

And Tami? One of my horndog lawyers won her.

Fucking gray hair pervert.

Now, on the home front, Kami was being helpful.

But she was really just buttering us up so we wouldn't complain when she invited her "lab partner" over to go over college prep.

Like she's ever going to go to college. After we heard the shower running, she told us they had spilled some lab supplies on them and took turns cleaning up. But I'm no idiot. I know what was happening.

So when Elisa wasn't around, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, and had to have a talk with Kami.

Of course, she found me telling her to keep her legs shut to be just funny. After all, she pointed out, I had three kids with three different women.

So I leveled with her. I told her she was right. I had made a lot of mistakes and not been safe about it. She should not repeat my mistakes.

She told me not to worry. Joe always wore a condom.

Well, I still don't think you two should be having sex yet, but at least you're smart about it, I told her.

Then she told me all the other guys she fucked also always wore condoms.

I figured she was just joshing with me, but told her that was enough.

But, she asked me, just don't tell mom.

And I promised I wouldn't, but for the entire second half of that conversation, I wasn't even thinking about Kami having sloppy unsatisfying teenage sex. I was thinking about the implications of her "college prep" cover story. The best and brightest students always moved out East. Prep school in Copperdale, college at Britechester. Lots of high achievers out there, plus stressed out teachers and guidance counselors. And they all had money. And they probably all needed uppers. Paola and Fatima had already moved out that way to sling their trade, and I didn't see why I couldn't sling mine, too.

So I quickly put together a plan, and that's what I just finished putting into place this week. I bought a house in Britechester.

And moved in one of my girls from Willow Creek. Britney. I already knew she was extremely intelligent. Sure, she liked to party, but her brain was top notch. So I set her up.

Told her the house was hers as long as she stayed in school.

But she had to focus on her studies.

And she had to get into college. She told me not to worry, as she'd been getting tutored for a couple of years now by some administrator at Britechester who used to be Dean of Admissions or something. Said she had him wrapped around her little finger.

And how did you do that, I asked?

You know what I can do, she said. Let me remind you.

So I did, and she did.

So I got back from that short day trip, and I was drained. Like I said at the beginning. Straight fucking for like three weeks. I should have taken a few days off to recharge. But you know I can't do that. So when I was making my rounds checking in on my girls, and Livia answered the door looking sexy as fuck, I said fuck it, girl get naked and get on the bed now, I want some.

And I think it was probably right while I was coming inside her that I said to myself, P, you ain't never gonna change.

I wanted to remind Aiyana every chance I could that I was very much invested in our family. We might still live apart, but only a creek separated us. I could see her house from my writing room.

And I also wanted to continually gauge her comfort now that she'd officially joined the Chestnut Swingers, but hadn't yet actually been to a gathering.

She promised me she was as ready as ready could be. She'd never had these types of open sexual experiences before, but the thought of them got her hot.

Which got me hot. But, anyway, it was good she was eager. The next gathering, which would be her first, was happening in just a few weeks, and it would be one of our big ones: the Love Day Fuckfest. We didn't do it on Love Day itself, because lots of members worked on Friday, but early morning the very next day, we'd start to gather at my ranch.

Or, in alternate years, Charlotte's mansion, of course. And from right after breakfast until at least midnight, we'd all be fucking like rabbits. I already had Aiyana's first experience planned out, which was my host prerogative, of course, and she was receptive. Since she already knew and liked Grace and Chad, I figured an old-fashioned partner-swapping foursome would be the best way to introduce her to The Life. She thought it was a great idea.

"Chad is hot as hell," she confided in me.

I also tried to prepare her for just what an all-day Fuckfest entailed. That it was a marathon, not a sprint. But I don't think she could quite get it until she experienced it. Nor could you, reader, so I'll save my explanation for when I get to it later this chapter.

Now, the smart thing to do would have been to for me to save my energy for the Fuckfest, but I think you know by now, I'm not that kind of guy. I like to keep busy. And with all my traveling, I hadn't visited Planet Honey in a long time, so I made it a point at the end of the work week to spend an evening there before heading home. The girls were happy to see me.

And I watched some sexy dances.

But, of course, I was really there for more intimate companionship.

And that's what Planet Honey offers.

And they are very good at what they do.

Now about this time, I got a call out of the blue from a man you might remember from early on, Mr. Rock Hardin. I was wary about taking the call, but I answered, and right off the bat he was very friendly and even apologetic.

"Connor," he said, "I just want to say how sorry I am for overreacting the way I did. I know you did your best to keep my name out of it, and it worked."

"In fact, it worked better than you expected! Even though the authorities couldn't pin anything on me from what you wrote, the people in my world who matter knew exactly who you were talking about. So that brought me even more business!"

"Glad to hear it," I told him.

"But, uh, I do have sad news to pass on. You may remember Kylie, one of my girls. She caught a bad chill this winter, and she passed. Doctors couldn't figure out how to help her, and she just withered away."

"Wow, I'm sorry for your loss," I told him. And I meant it.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. But the rest of us are getting along just as well as we can. And now that we've cleared the air, I hope you visit us the next time you are on this side of the pond!"

"Thank you for the offer," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Please do. Cami at least would love to see you again! Now, I can hear the girls starting to have fun without me."

"So I think it is time I join them. Ciao."

And he hung up. Strange call, to say the least. I couldn't figure out what he was up to, but I certainly didn't trust him.

I had to admit, seeing Cami again would be nice, though.

Speaking of traveling, I needed to take a trip out to visit Pedro. I'd finished putting together the first draft of my manuscript, and he wanted to hear about it.

"Here's the deal," he told me. "You deliver two copies of your manuscript to me. Send it to the club. I have better security there. I'll pay you what I promised for the job. But I know nothing about publishing. You want it in print, then you take it to your publisher, and you keep the royalties."

"Totally fair-" I started but he cut me off.

"Before you publish, though, I'm going to take the second copy, and mark out in red ink the parts I don't want you to make public yet. Those parts are for me to sit on. Years from now, when they aren't useful to me anymore, you can put out, I don't know, an extended edition, or whatever."

"You want to keep the best parts in private for blackmail," I said matter of factly.

"Damn right I do," he said. "Look, I know you've sat on stuff for personal reasons before. Never did read that big sex club expose you promised. So don't go all journalistic ethics on me. I paid for this book, I want to use it my way. Got it?"

Pedro wasn't the kind of man you said no to.

"Hey, see this girl coming up to the bar behind me?"

"I do. She's hot."

"That's one of mine. Hey Maddy!" he said to her. "Take my friend upstairs, show him a good time on the house."

And that's what happened.

Anyway, this chapter is running long, and I promised I'd tell you, dear reader, about the Fuckfest, so here it is. We started gathering at my ranch early Saturday morning. Everyone made Aiyana feel very welcome.

But this was a day when we were all geared up to go hard for multiple rounds, so we didn't waste time, and got right down to it. Like I said, we'd agreed beforehand to start Aiyana with a safe foursome.

So we all gathered in the guest bedroom, and got cozy on the bed.

And before long, we were getting freaky. Mostly it was me and Grace together and then Aiyana and Chad together. To do otherwise wouldn't have been in the true spirit of swinging.

Now, we didn't allow anyone else to join, but we did purposefully leave the door unlocked, because we wanted Aiyana to practice getting comfortable with the exhibitionist end of things. And it didn't take long to start drawing a crowd.

And we went on for a while. It was a pretty drawn out, very hot group session.

And when all was said and done, we pulled the swapping double, and Chad busted in my girl.

And I busted in his.

Remember when I said before that wearing condoms was a rule that was loosely followed at best? Well, over the years, we'd all become so comfortable and trusting with each other, that the rule had pretty much become nothing more than a historical curiosity.

There was a lot of fucking going on all over the house.

And I don't think that day you would have found a single rubber anywhere.

I'm not saying that was smart. It wasn't. Just saying we'd fallen into a comfort zone.

Back to the sex party, though. I'd warned Aiyana that I - and all the men - would be in high demand. With twice as many female members as male, and with plans to go strong right up until midnight, the men had to be ready for round 2, round 3, whatever it took to make sure everyone was satisfied.

My first assignment after our foursome broke up and I had a chance to rest was to show some love to Anne.

Which turned into a threesome when Lillian joined us.

And then a foursome when Flora did likewise.

And was that it? No, of course not. Ariana was walking by, and she jumped in, too.

I don't know how I managed to conjure up the cum for all four of them, but I found a way.

Sometimes people had to take a break to get a snack, smoke a joint, or just sit and catch their breath.

Sometimes the men were so worn out, the ladies had to go on without us.

As it was getting late, some folks were still going strong, and I was trying to get a head start cleaning. I walked into the basement party room to see Erick and Sierra in the tub.

I tried to turn right back around, but Sierra saw me, and beckoned me over. And it was time for round three.

At that point, I'm pretty sure it was mostly just hope and dreams I was jerking out onto her tits. After that round was done, I didn't even finish cleaning. I just walked up to my bedroom, and passed out. I don't even remember if Aiyana stayed over. When I woke up after noon on Sunday, she and everyone else was gone. I knew I needed to have a sitdown with her and see how she felt about this now that she'd done it. But first, I checked my email, and saw something interesting.

Mr. Strathclyde-

I am familiar with your work from your days in Strangerville. I am not ready to tell you my name, but I am a scientist who has recently taken an apprenticeship with a company that works closely with the government. I believe a lot of my research is related to what you found in the secret lab there. I'd like to share more with you about this, if you are interested. You can reply to this email. The address is fake, but a packet sniffer on my private computer will detect it, and save it for me.

Signed,

Just a scientist

What could I do? I hit Reply:

Just a scientist-

Tell me more.

-Connor Strathclyde

2006-Mar-03

Hey guys! Chad here. Grace's due date is only days away, and she misses you all dearly, but she needs to rest and prepare for the big day, so she asked me to give you an update on my blog here on the BGP homesite.

Since Grace has been off work for a few weeks, now, I've had to take charge of things, but I'm not complaining. I think if you've seen any of my videos, you already know, I love my job!

That's Kari, there. We just shot a hot video in the hot tub down at the studio.

And we're still working on the final touches, but we'll be uploading the whole thing soon.

Kari is a hot little number, one of my favorite stars to work with.

I think you'll agree she's a natural at turning up the heat.

But I know a few things about heat myself!

You know here at BGP, we specialize in blowjob experts (a theme I'll come back to again in this entry), and Kari is definitely an expert.

So after Kari used her lips to get me good and hard, I fucked her in multiple positions.

I'm telling you, you're going to love this video when it's finished.

And as you've come to expect from my scenes, I finish with a spectacular face-paint!

And Kari shows off her own special skill.

So anyway, I think that's enough stills to tease you with, just a bit more editing, and we'll publish the high-def video.

And our other stars? Well, Skye is getting geared up for the most amazing blowbang we've ever filmed. She's been doing research like a champ. Last week, she visited a couple of friends in the city, two brothers who just both happen to have massive cocks. And she took it in turns sucking them off. Just for practice, you know.

But that girl is insatiable, you know? As soon as she got home, she booty-called Jamal, because as impressive as those guys were, no one can stack up to Jamal.

And finally, we're introducing a new star. You might have seen her before in some of Jamal's amateur scenes. Petra. We finally convinced her to go pro. And while we're disappointed she didn't sign with BGP, she did go with Jamal and sign with AEP, so we'll still be partners.

Since Petra was already familiar with both Jamal's cock and mine, we decided her first scene should be comfortable, and we both took part, and only invited one new dick into the mix, Franco's. Petra was a damn natural.

She was taking all three of us at once, always sucking one and stroking two.

Jamal was the one she was most comfortable with, so he took the lead and started directing her into a triple facefuck.

And when the time came for the money shot?

She was a champ, right down the line. One...

Two...

Three.

I think she enjoyed it.

So there you have it! We still have a lot going on, including some new talent. And before you know it, Grace herself will be back in front of the camera, too! We're thinking for her first scene back, we'll go retro and do an old-fashioned romantic scene, just her and me. What do you all think? Comments open!

She was the only one of Grace's girls I hadn't fucked yet, so this was a big moment for me. It was like getting the last punch on a discount card for your local sandwich shop.

And, was she good? She's a fucking porn star. Of course she was good.

But, anyway, I just had to get that out to brag a bit. Kim really had nothing to do with anything, other than being a very fun way to start off the winter. No, the big thing for me was, my research for my book about the history of Newcrest was almost over. I'd fully covered the Irish/Italian/famous law firm angle. Now it was time to talk to the next generation. When the Galicians moved in.

The easiest place to start was the Guterres household. They were one of the first families to move in after the Italians and Irish started fleeing for nicer neighborhoods. And they also just happened to be Pedro's in-laws.

Tomas was a good guy.

And his wife Lorena was also top-notch.

So I interviewed them about their early experiences in Newcrest. Tomas was clear that they moved here for opportunity. To give their daughter Elisa a better shot at a great life.

Of course, I had to ask him about Pedro. Was he happy with Elisa's choice for a partner?

He said he was. Pedro provided for her. She lived in one of the biggest mansions in the city now, and had someone to take care of her children.

I thought that was very practical.

And when I asked Lorena how she felt about things.

She said much the same. She was very happy her daughter had found a stable and providing man to support her.

I didn't want to be too judgmental, but I did think it sounded a little old-fashioned.

Both Tomas and Lorena were agreed that their marriage was rock-solid. They seemed to be genuinely in love. And they were not shy about telling me that their coupling was still very passionate.

But Lorena also told me on the side that she had a masseuse who helped her stay relaxed, and it apparently helped their marriage somehow, but she still ended with, "But don't tell Tomas, please, he doesn't need to know."

And Tomas told me that he avoided bringing stress home by blowing off a little at Picante, but also, "Don't tell Lorena, I don't think she would like me visiting there."

After I talked with the Guterres, I had to take a break from my research, because Charlotte was hosting a swingers' club meeting. She made it clear she had a specific desire that night.

"I want to watch you fuck Jimena," she said.

Who am I to argue with that?

But of course, it didn't take long for Charlotte to get involved herself.

And I ended up in one of the hottest threesomes I can remember.

Grace, by now not actually taking part in the festivities because she was in her third trimester, even sat down to watch the show we put on.

And let's just say I summoned up quite the finish for this one.

The post-coital chat was, shall we say, decorated.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Erin was all the rage in the gossip rags. Showing off her baby bump.

I really didn't see how they were going to make it. Having a significant other was definitely going to cramp Marco's style.

But, whatever. More power to them, I guess.

Aiyana finally joined us at a nudist gathering. She seemed comfortable with it.

And made some friends.

She told me later she thought it was very liberating.

Although she did see a few things that hinted at something a little more daring.

But I'll come back to that. I got back to my research and interviewed Maya.

I was very keen on her version of the Newcrest story. She'd been Pedro's top girl since the beginning.

I wanted to know how it all developed, how the city had transitioned from what it was before to what it was now.

She said it was simply fate and math. The law firm had brought a ton of money into the town, and all that cash to burn combined with horny men wanting to get off made the sex industry a no-brainer.

So you and Pedro and the others were just filling a role that was destined to be filled, anyway? I asked her.

That was exactly right, she said. These guys wanted to bang something besides their stuffy, alcoholic wives, and we gave them that.

I mean, you personally know how good I am at what I do, she reminded me.

Can you blame them?

Of course, I did, and I couldn't. On the way home, I was starting to feel, well, you know, and ran across one of the Russians I knew from way back. She used to dance for Pedro, but she'd transferred to Maya's club. Didn't take long for her to invite me inside.

But I decided I wanted something more. I went home, and invited Aiyana over.

I did warn you this was a busy season for me.

Anyway, one more interview. Paola and Fatima. Pedro's first girls. They had paid off their debt, quit the club, and moved off to the Northeast to try to make their fortunes off professors and trust fund babies.

They explained their take on the Newcrest sex industry.

It was far better than the alternatives they'd seen.

Girls trafficked from overseas. Dark shit.

But they didn't have that problem. Pedro treated them right.

And when they paid off their debt to him, they went freelance, and good as his word, he let them keep dancing at Picante as long as they wanted.

And that was how they saved up the money for this nice house in Copperdale.

Anyway, long chapter, I know. Almost done. I knew the book was almost finished, so I was getting a head start on my next project. Remember Charlotte and, before that, the Windenburg businessman named Rock? I wanted to dig into this sex slave business. Highly illegal, obviously, but they were very open about it. I wanted to learn more, and I got a tip that I should take a trip to Tomarang. Since it was almost New Year's and very cold, that suited me just fine.

I wasn't there long before I was approached by a working girl.

She was very blunt. Did I want to have a good time? She could provide it.

I tried to ask her some questions about the skin trade.

But she had no time for that. "Look, do you want a blowjob or not?" she asked.

And yeah, I do like blowjobs, but this girl looked young. Too young. Maybe 14 young. I couldn't pull that trigger. As soon as I started wavering, she said, "Look, you're wasting my time," and left.

Luckily, it didn't take me long to find another working girl who was a bit older.

I mean, probably still too young for me, to be honest, but at least she was legally an adult.

And I tried to interview her, but just like the first girl, she was anxious to get right down to business.

I guess time is money, right?

She had some skills.

But honestly, the efficiency of it was a bit of a turnoff.

I was paying her to fuck, and so she felt like we should hurry up and fuck.

I wasn't paying her to waste her time talking.

So we fucked, and then she finished me with her mouth.

And that part was pretty excellent. She was very good at that.

And in the end, I got what I'd paid for, right?

But what I didn't get was really any useful information about this sex slave trade. I guess I'd have to make more trips in the near future.

Location: Magnolia

Sex: Male

Age: 20

Services provided: Massage, Yoga

Hello, everyone! I'm Gabriel, and I am a Zen Master and Masseuse Extraordinaire, recently moved here from out west, where I learned from the best.

And I'm hoping to bring the science and spirituality of Total Wellness to the citizens of Magnolia and her surrounding towns! I am a dedicated adherent to fitness in all its forms.

And I've even already helped start a new Yoga class in Willow Creek.

I specialize in Yoga and Massage that is designed for wives and girlfriends.

Of course, I'm willing to take any client on!

But the techniques I've studied and perfected are rooted in the school of Tantric Yoga. They are designed to awaken and support your natural passionate tendencies.

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But you should beware, these techniques are very powerful! That's why I don't usually see single women. If you don't have a man at home to unleash this newfound passion on, it's a dangerous thing. You might find yourself unleashing it on just about anyone!

But don't worry, I'll teach you how to take this wellness knowledge and use it safely and responsibly!

And once you get a taste of my skills, I'm sure you'll become a regular, because you'll learn so much about your own body, it will be a revelation!

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But use this power wisely! Once you master it, it is stronger than any power you've known before!

And I have a 100% Guarantee: You Will Leave Satisfied!

But I knew I wasn't the only man for her, and I was fine with that, since she wasn't the only woman for me. All the tabloids said she was still very much an item with Marco.

And when news finally broke that she was pregnant and she and Marco were officially happy and officially official, I knew that my most recent fling with her was just a temporary jaunt down memory lane, and she really was moving on. But that was fine. I was moving on, too. I know these memoirs contain a lot of sex, but I was also putting in a lot of hours as a parent.

I was absolutely taking that responsibility seriously.

Of course, there were other things I was taking seriously, too. Like booze. I was still making wine, but what I was really getting good at was drinking.

That was something I now know was unhealthy and I would need to confront, but at the time, I felt like I could do whatever I wanted.

The war was intensifying.

Watching the bombs blasting on cable news made me realize it had been a while since I'd talked to Daria. I didn't even know if she was deployed at the moment. I hoped she was okay.

Anyway, time for the main narrative. I was planning a trip to Willow Creek to interview the women who worked for the G&L law firm, which I thought would be very interesting, but I got there the night before our meeting, and since Newcrest was a short drive away, and I'd heard about a new Russian girl named Livia who was supposedly worth going out of your way for, I figured a trip down to the brothel would be worth the cab fare. But no one was there.

It looked like the place had been entirely abandoned. Luckily, Picante was within walking distance, and some of the Russians danced there, so I figured I could find out what had happened.

I got there just as they were opening, and recognized Viktoria. I made a beeline for her and asked her how she was doing.

And then asked her why the brothel looked deserted. She told me if I wanted the scoop, she'd have to tell me over a lap dance. I was fine with that.

"Irina's dead," she told me matter-of-factly. "Brothel shut down. We work for Pedro or Joao now."

"Dead?" I asked. "How?"

"How should I know or want to know? Is dangerous to know these things. All I know, Pedro moved us out of dirty brothel into nice apartments in Magnolia, but now we kick up to him, or his man Joao."

"So, what, she just dropped dead? Was it magic or something?"

"Oh no, definitely she was killed. The police, they found her with the bruising on her neck and said she was strangled."

"Good God!" I said. "Who would do such a thing?" Although I was obviously starting to have suspicions.

"Like I said, it is not for me to be knowing such things. I have nice apartment now, and instead of Irina, I pay Joao. My life is no different excepting that I have much better housing in nicer neighborhood. Now, you said you were looking for Livia?"

"Yes."

"Well, she is yet 18, so she cannot dance here, but you might find her working around the hotel in Magnolia. But since you are already here, perhaps you can accept my company for the night? Then I will give you Livia's address and you can be visiting her at some other time."

What can I say? She convinced me.

Viktoria wore me out so much, I didn't even think about looking for Livia. Instead, I crashed hard at the hotel, then went to Willow Creek in the morning. Since I was still a few hours early, I stopped at the museum.

Many don't know it, but Willow Creek has one of the best small public-owned museums in the region.

But then, my appointment time arrived, and I met up with four very interesting women at the local bar. These women were Carole, Rose, Katie, and Tera. Respectively secretaries for Cormac Galloway, Vicente Lombardo, Carlton Washington, and, of course, the kids, Ercole Lombardo and Eoghan Galloway. After hearing four different men tell the story of their firm, and thus Newcrest, I wanted to hear what these women I'd heard so much about had to say for themselves.

"Well, I'll be the first to tell you," said Carole, "these guys are full of shit. Act like they have these high and mighty moral ideals, but they just want to get off like any other man."

"Cormac said that his relationship with you was something special. Akin to a second marriage almost."

"Pfft. Did he also tell you about the time he felt kinky and asked me to let him and Vicente double-team me on the couch in the office?"

"No, he left that part out."

"I thought so. For what it's worth, Vicente's dick was bigger."

"Although that just made it less pleasant when it turned out he was the one getting my asshole."

"So, I'm not surprised to find out Cormac isn't quite the paragon of virtue he'd tried to portray."

"Not just him," Rose piped in. "All of them."

"I mean, Vicente is now the father of my newborn child. Any talk of moving me into his mansion? No, of course not. Makes me long for the days I was fucking Carlton. No offense, Katie."

"None taken! I don't own the man. I'm happy if you all fuck him. I have my own fun on the side."

"Smart girl," Rose said. "I heard you're fucking that Congressman."

"Maybe."

"But Tera here is the story you want."

"Yes, I guess I am. I mean, we all know why Cormac hired me. To fuck his son and Vicente's son and keep their minds on their work and off the whorehouses and strip clubs. But after I started doing my job, and doing it well, I must say, who was the first person who came in after hours to look over a case and suddenly decide he needed his dick sucked?

"Oh that dirty fucking bastard," Carole said.

"Hypocrite," Tera spat.

"So you see, Mr. Strathclyde," Rose said. "These upstanding citizens who built Newcrest? Just dirty fucking manwhores. Every last one of them."

And so now I knew I had the key to making this a riveting story. But there's one twist. As we were leaving the bar, Tera pulled me to the side.

"Where are you staying?"

"The Magnolia, of course."

"What room?"

"202."

"See you in a few hours."

That was it. Boldest pickup anyone ever threw my way. And sure enough, as I was lounging around before bed, a knock at my door, and then...

After we'd been fucking for an hour, she took me back in her mouth.

And as I could feel the doors fling open and my cum start jetting down her throat, I could imagine why the law firm's scions, bastards they were, found this woman so appealing.

That made the whole trip worth it.

Life at home is going great, for the most part. Elisa and I are spending quality time together.

Amadora is a little genius. She's going to go far.

I'm still working on my "gardening." I probably shouldn't, but people rely on my strains. Maybe I should outsource it.

Tomas came over last week to catch up with us. That was nice for Elisa.

Kami is still a problem. D student now. And Elisa and I both agree she shouldn't be staying out so late or wearing such skimpy clothes. Not at her age.

But we're afraid if we push too hard, she will only rebel even more.

But this will be mostly a work entry. It's insane how busy my life has become as my little going concern has expanded. I'm running one club, keeping a sharp eye on a second, and travelling regularly to meet up with my dealers. Not to say all these responsibilities don't have perks. Victoria finally started working at Picante. Of course, I had to follow my own personal business rule of testing her abilities before I let her walk the floor.

And of course, I regularly do quality control with all my girls just to make sure they are giving their best.

But anyway, a few days ago, I took a trip out west to team up with my boys out there. Get them re-upped.

I had to meet Chad at his studio. He was putting the finishing touches on a new video he'd just shot.

He said it was one of his best yet. A hot threesome with two blondes.

I promised him I'd check it out as soon as he posted it.

I told him I was actually kind of jealous that he found a way to turn fucking into a career. But he shot right back that he figured I had no problem in my line of work, either.

You got "no touching signs up?" he asked me. Of course I did.

Does anyone pay attention to them? Nope.

Your club is just a porn studio without cameras, he said. I had to admit he had a point. But that wasn't why he wanted to talk. There was this new girl he was trying hard to break into the business, and she was actually from my neck of the woods, and she had a problem she came to him about.

It seems she used to be some Russian whore, and she escaped that life, but her old handler found out where she was and came visited.

And got her right scared.

She was threatened with all sorts of terrible things if she didn't come back to Newcrest.

I cut him off here, and asked him, what's her name?

Iliana, he said.

I laughed. So you are the one that's been hiding that whore? I asked him. Russians been after her all year. But technically she paid off her debt, they shouldn't be coming after her.

Well, apparently they are, he told me. She came to him scared to death after she got visited by, well, I'm assuming it was Irina.

And Chad promised her he'd use his connects to see what he could do.

And that meant me. I told Chad, don't worry, I'd smooth it over. If she became a legit porn star, she might have to kick something back to Irina and Dimitry, but that's it.

So I had a sit-down with Joao to talk about this.

I already knew what his take would be, but I asked anyway. "Get rid of those Russians once and for all."

I explained to him for the millionth time I liked doing business in peace when possible.

And I wasn't looking to start a war crossing the Atlantic.

But of course, he said it was all about respect.

I let these guys into Newcrest. They owed me.

And breaking all the rules of the game in my backyard made me look weak.

Hold the fuck on, I told him. No one makes me look weak.

I thought he was getting a little too familiar.

But I know I can trust Joao, so it's good.

So I told him here's my ruling, we'll make our move, but out of common decency, I'm going to go to Windenburg and try to make a deal with Dimitry first.

It's not going to work, that's all he said.

So that's what I did. We met in his local bar, where he'd feel safe.

And of course he laid it on thick, about how much money we were making together and even said we should have closer ties.

But I explained to him, look, business is business, and I'm cool doing business with you, but it no longer works for me for you to have a foothold in Newcrest.

But he wasn't listening. Newcrest was too important to him.

So I simply told him thanks for the feedback, and we'd have to talk more soon.

Then, before I went back to the airport, I wanted a little fun, but instead of visiting Charlotte, I asked around town until I found a quality whore who kicked back to Dimitry.

I figured if I was about to muscle him out, the least I could do was throw him some business.

And it was good business, too.

These girls he traffics out West are fine.

But the ones he keeps back home are spectacular.

If we find a way through this with me still doing business with him...

...I'll definitely visit his girls again.

So I knew I had to make a move, and I needed to scout out the Russian brothel. I couldn't send Joao. That would be suspicious. And I couldn't send Gomes. I knew he was a regular there, anyway, and I couldn't trust him to not accidentally raise eyebrows by snooping around. So I figured, Burgos, you're up.

I slipped him a couple of grand, called it a bonus for great work. Said I only had one condition. I needed a favor, because I was thinking about a business move, and I wanted him to visit the Russians and get a read on their operation. How did it work. Were the girls happy. That kind of thing.

He told me he didn't really do that kind of thing anymore. He was a happily married man, and was done sleeping around.

But I told him, look, just go there, with my money. What you don't spend, you keep. Who's the Russian girl you have the best relationship with? Probably Vic, he told me. Great. The new girl, so he could use that as an excuse. Just visit her, tell her he's checking up on how things are going now that she's dancing.

And, you know, be subtle, but ask about how things work. Maybe say he's having problems with the wife, or whatever. She can't say no. She's paid to not say no.

And, fuck it, I said, as long as you get a good read on how the business there is going, you can just pocket the bonus and go home and fuck your wife, if that makes you happy. Pretty sure that's what he did.

So with the wheels in motion, I went back home to check out Chad's new video he'd hyped so much. It was fire.

And now, pantsless, sweaty, with a newly soiled sock on the floor, I'm signing off.

It opened, and some young muscled blonde guy walked in. I think he was supposed to be affecting a sad or lonely look?

I was sure the decor looked familiar, but I didn't recognize this guy. Maybe some new actor Grace had signed, and he had a big cock that Alex was about to suck? But then, I realized if it was a POV video, the camera shouldn't be on him. Before I could put two and two together...

There was the blonde kid naked on a couch and the cameraperson was stroking his dick. More deja vu hit me as I realized I recognized this couch, this TV, this room...

And holy shit, this dick! This was Grace and Chad's place, and that was definitely Chad holding the camera. I'd already seen his dick up close, not just on video, but also, you know, that one time we DP'd Grace together. So I was sure it was him, and that was definitely their house. That meant...

The blonde kid was Alex! And the big cock being sucked was clearly Chad's.

I'm not really into gay porn at all, but I couldn't look away, simply because the questions were swimming through my head. Was Chad gay? Or bi?

Did Grace know this was going on? Silly. Of course she did. It was on her website!

So I shut off the video and locked this away as something I'd definitely need to ask Chad about next time I saw him.

Which didn't take long, since we found an excuse to meet up for drinks the next weekend.

I told him about what I'd seen, and how I was pretty sure it was him.

"Okay," he said, "but you gotta keep this quiet."

"Whatever you need, my man."

"So, it was like this. We were filming a gangbang scene."

"Seems risky if Grace is off her pill."

"Oh yeah, she didn't tell you? We don't have to worry about that, anymore."

"Seriously? Congratulations, man!"

"Thanks," Chad beamed. He was clearly excited to be a father. "Obviously, we wanted to try to squeeze in a few big money-maker scenes while we had the time. Once Grace starts showing, it will be only preggo fetish shoots, and then time off."

"Man, the things I learn about this business talking to you."

"Ha, yeah. Anyway, one of the guys we hired for this shoot was this newcomer named Alex. He did very well. But after, we learned that he mostly preferred men and was hoping to focus on gay scenes."

"Find a job you like, and you'll never, you know, whatever they say," I offered.

"Right. And I really only like fucking women, but I think you know by now I can perform pretty much anywhere in any situation."

"I see you have that quality."

"Which you share," he said, "by the way! Grace and I often talk about how much of a missed opportunity it is that we didn't convince you to keep doing this!"

"Thanks. It's not that I don't like the sex. It's just the cameras still freak me out a bit. But get back to Alex."

"Yeah, so it was all Grace's idea. After we all took turns painting her face, she took me aside and asked what I thought about going gay. I protested that it would be out of character for me, and would not go down well."

"It certainly took me by surprise," I said.

"But she had an answer, as she always does. She's the brains of our operation. She said we only do it POV. No one ever sees my face. Viewers see a hot guy sucking my dick, and they get to imagine they're me. And I don't have to ruin my reputation as a ladies' man among the straight fans. Then she looked at me, still wiping some cum from her chin, and said, 'Besides, a mouth's a mouth, right?'"

What could I say to that logic? I promised Chad no one would ever hear about their venture into new porn genres from me.

Anyway, I took some time to myself that summer, too. Worked on my hobbies, tried to stay fit.

And I was really connecting with Aiyana.

We were having legit date nights, now. Just hanging out and having fun. No pressure. Sex not assumed.

And then, I finally got a return call from Carlton Washington, who said he was in my neck of the woods on business, and would I like to meet to discuss my book? So I met him at a little bar in Oasis Springs. When I got there, he was dressed to the nines, already enjoying a cocktail.

So, I went over what I'd gotten from the other partners, and asked his opinion.

"Here's the deal," he said. "None of these guys have it right, but none of them really have it wrong, either. The work, or the fun."

"So tell me."

"Well, my wife and I were excited I got such an offer. And since the firm was in Newcrest, it was a pretty easy commute."

"You never moved there?"

"No way. I know this sounds weird from a famous civil rights attorney, but that neighborhood was too white. At least at the time. Sahel and I were planning on raising a family, and we wanted our children to have a chance to go to school and play with other children of color. Not because we didn't want them around white people. We just didn't want them around only white people. We wanted them to experience diversity."

"So, how did that go?"

"Well, slowly. Sahel and I loved each other very much. Still do. But we just could not get pregnant."

"And not for lack of trying! We tried. I mean, eventually, it did finally take, and now we have two beautiful daughters. But it's weird that it happened so late. We are both in our 50's now, and our daughters haven't even started high school yet.

"But I digress. So the firm. Do you really want to know about our work?"

"Actually," I said, "it's the play part that's turned out to be so interesting."

"I thought so. I mean, let's be honest. The firm was basically a sex club throughout the 70s and 80s. And I took full advantage. Not even Cormac and Vicente know everything I was doing. Like Rose. Vicente's secretary. He'd be pissed to know that for one torrid summer, I was fucking the hell out of her."

"And back then, man, could I go. I mean, any hot-blooded male has to get off, right? But when I was young, man, there were days I would get a nooner from Katie in the office."

"Then visit the whorehouse on the way home."

"And still have the energy to rail Sahel at night."

"Jesus," I said. "That sounds like the life."

"It is. And when nothing else is going on, I always know where to get a fix. Right now, I got this girl at the Foundry Cove Club who gives great head."

"Any of this cause problems at work or home?"

"Nah. At work, we don't really talk about it. And at home, well, Sahel and I have always had an understand, if you know what I mean."

"You swing?"

"No, not exactly. We don't do that. But we do let each other have fun, and we just don't ask about it. A strict no jealousy rule."

"Sounds convenient."

"Yup. Like, for example, she's been doing a lot of work with a local Congressperson for her charity lately. Rumors are going around that they've been fucking."

"So do I ask her about it? No. Does she tell me? No. Do I get jealous? No. And she gives me the same space."

"Well," I said, "since you've clearly got the hall pass to end all hall passes, before you leave town, drive up into the city and meet my girl Latasha. You won't be disappointed. Although, I should warn you, she's picky. She'll want to make sure you measure up before she gives you anything."

"I can handle that."

"Good man. If you pass the test, she's a master."

"I'll give her a visit. Wouldn't mind getting this ol' dick wet before I have to jump on the plane."

So, anyway, our interview ended, and Carlton went to find Latasha, and I went home, but Carlton and Latasha wasn't the bang I said this month ended with.

A few days later, I was having drinks at the bar in Del Sol, and ran into a friend.

I honestly hadn't seen Erin in person in at least a year and a half. We hit it off right away. She was always so easy to be around. She'd been doing really well, and had a new house (that big mansion I already knew about, but I didn't tell her that), and invited me over to check it out.

So I went along, and she showed me the place.

Including her Starlight Award I had watched her win a couple years prior.

And we started entering familiar territory with a quick skinny dip in one of her pools (yes, she has more than one).

At any rate, after we left the pool, it was getting late, and I had a feeling it was now or never, so I shot my shot.

And it landed.

Her phone rang while I was eating her out. Her agent. She said she had to answer, but when I briefly stopped, she said, "No! Keep going!" and answered the phone.

And from there we just got downer and dirtier.

So, yeah. Like I said earlier. Things were going great with Aiyana and me.

Dear Mom,

Wow, so much has been happening, I can't even figure out where to begin! Work is going great, they made that promotion we talked about official. I've got tenure! So, of course, I'm focused on work.

But I'm also focused on Bertie. We have made it official. We're a couple!

We talked about moving in together, but he said we need to take it slowly. He reminded me we first needed to make sure to properly socialize Dakota and Pickles. And that's smart! But Dakota is such a friendly cat.

And Pickles is the most loyal dog I've ever seen.

And also easy-going.

So I really don't think that's going to be a problem. Oh, but before I move on, I have to tell you about my scare. Dakota was acting funny out of nowhere. Stopped being her playful self.

And just started pacing about the house and staring out the window.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but it was only when she started throwing up on the carpet I knew I needed to take her to the vet. And thank goodness I did!

She actually had a very serious infection! Luckily, the vet gave her some antibiotics, and she was back to her normal self in no time! But, anyway, Bertie and I are definitely very serious. And even though he hasn't hinted at a ring yet, I just really believe this is the one, mom! I even stopped by JF&S and tried some of their off-the-rack designs. You know, just for fun.

Too many looks in the mirror, though, and I realized what those dresses really said was I needed to hit the treadmill. So now I have a gym membership!

Anyway, Bertie and I are closer than ever, and I think it's only a matter of time before I move into his place and he pops the question. We're made for each other!

But, of course, work always gets in the way. Bertie got promoted, too! Vice-Chancellor of Britechester, how about that? Plus, he took on an outside job from some weird foreigner. Said they were doing genealogical research for some noble families half way around the world? Anyway, he was traveling all over for them.

And he still had to find time to take care of his new duties at work. And care for Pickles.

Plus, it involved a lot of travelling. I don't know how he was ever able to relax.

But here's the kicker. Eventually, it all turned out to be some kind of scam.

He found out about it, and confronted his supposed royal contact. Turns out it was all an elaborate way to build social media buzz for a stupid video game!

But at least he got some cool fake antiques for his effort.

And he's presented with some very difficult dilemmas at work, let me tell you. I don't know how to put this story down without making you blush, but I'll do my best. He was doing some outreach at Copperdale, and while he was heading into a restroom, he heard, well, noises from one of the stalls. He checked it out.

And he could clearly see two people were getting, shall we say, cozy, in there.

He backed away quietly, because he didn't know who it was, but he stayed close and kept an eye out, and he eventually saw one of the students that he was tutoring walk out with a boy that looked to be about her age!

Well, he could have gone to the principal and gotten them both in trouble, but he didn't see how that would help anyone, so instead, he decided to have a one-on-one life-coaching session with the poor girl, and talk to her about responsibility.

He said that she made a joke of the whole thing at first! Like Bertie said to me, you know how kids are these days about sex!

Which, sadly, I do. Some of the stories I heard in my classes. You wouldn't believe them. Just last week, and my goodness, I will spare you the details, this is embarrassing enough to remember, but I overheard one student talking about a party she had gone to the previous weekend, where she met someone who was apparently famous in, adult films, I guess? Anyway, they ended up, you know, right on the couch in front of everyone!

She said they ended up gathering quite the crowd for their show.

And they just kept at it, no matter who walked in to watch, or what they did when they saw them!

She made all this sound perfectly normal, and her friends made like they were so jealous! I can't possibly imagine a respectable young lady acting like that! But, sex is just a game to the younger generation, it seems.

Where was I? Oh yes, Bertie and the kids in the bathroom. So he had the girl over for a lecture, and he didn't respond to her joke too well.

He wanted to press upon her how serious this was.

And that she was old enough now to, you know, feel ways, and want things, but she was still too young to let it ruin her life.

She had to think about school.

And all the people who were putting in so much effort to help her succeed.

And focus on her studies.

And that's why Bertie is such a great guy. Never in it for himself!

Anyway, mom, I'd better go now, I have some homework to grade. I'll keep you posted!

Love,

Kayla

Before I could jump on her, she told me, "From now on, I need you to wear a condom."

"Why?" I asked, perhaps a little defensively.

"Don't worry. I didn't test positive for any disease or anything. It's just Chad and I decided to try for a baby, and until I get knocked up, he's the only one who gets to go raw. You okay with that?"

Turns out, I was fine with it. But, of course, hearing that Grace and Chad were trying to start a family got me thinking about Aiyana and Bridget and, well, I'll come back around to that.

Anyway, I met with Domnall, the super-loyal former managing partner at Galway & Lombardo. I gave him a quick rundown of what Cormac and Vicente had told me, and asked for his take.

"Well," he laughed, "it's certainly no surprise that they have vastly different views of our firm's history. I think Vicente is closer to the truth of it. Cormac has always been both a little too demanding of their sons, and despairingly short on self-awareness to his own role in how they turned out."

"Yes, I know all about Sook and the secretaries."

"Buy me a beer, and I'll tell you more."

So we went to a bar up in Willow Creek and continued the conversation over a couple of pints.

"Did Vicente tell you about Tera? The new secretary?"

"About how Cormac hired her for the sole purpose of trying to keep Ercole's attention in the office?"

"Yes, but there's more than that, and I think this highlights just how wrong Cormac went. Never mind that his first instinct was to manipulate Vicente's son, rather than his own. It's the unintended consequences. Sure, it worked on the surface. Ercole was smitten, and he did spend more time in the office. But I happened to be there doing some research while Ercole and Eoghan were chatting in the conference room."

"Ercole was going on and on about how great of a fuck the new girl was. Note he didn't bother using her name. Just 'the new girl.' Anyway, he asked if Eoghan had tried her yet. Eoghan said no, but on hearing Ercole's review, would be sure to do so."

"So, no changes to their personalities, then. Tera was just another convenient outlet for their baser desires?"

"Exactly. From hearing the gossip, it did not take long for Eoghan to prove true to his word."

"I can sort of see why Cormac doesn't want either of those boys running things."

"Oh, of course. They are far too impulsive. On that, we all agree. But Cormac fails to see how, despite his supposedly rigid code, Eoghan is more like him than unlike."

"But they both agree you were different."

"Oh, yes. I never had any desire to run around on Siobhan. We have always been true soulmates."

"Do you think your son takes after you?"

"Well, I think mostly. He certainly took to Rose from the moment they met, and as far as I know, he stayed true to her."

"I can sometimes hear them through the walls, so I know they are still very passionate."

"And, to be clear, this is not a family I would trade for the world. My son loves his wife, and they both have a very strong bond with both me and his mother."

"And, of course, there is little Mary. Light of all our lives."

"Sounds like a Hallmark movie," I said.

"Yes, it does. But, the thing is, Robert is a musician, and now that he is touring regularly, well, there have been a few times, not many, but a few, when he has come home from a long trip, and I could see in his face something that told me he succumbed to the temptations of the road."

"A man can tell," I said.

"Yes, especially a father."

At this point, the bar was starting to get crowded, so we parted ways, with promises to reconnect if I needed any follow-up information. On my way out, I noticed one of the new dancers at Picante. I guess she was moonlighting at the bar for extra money. I hadn't actually met her, yet, just seen her on stage, but she looked alone, so I plopped down at her table and introduced myself.

"Isabella, right?" I asked.

"That's right. You look familiar. One of Pedro's friends?"

"Connor."

"Ah, yes, the writer. Nice to meet you."

"How are you doing tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, how's business?" A forward question, I know, but I've learned how to be forward in these situations.

She furrowed her brow and stayed silent for a while before she answered.

"Honestly, slow as can be. No bites tonight. I might have to try the Magnolia before it gets too late if I want any action."

Well, I was a bit horny, and had plenty of cash on me, so I told her she didn't need to go all the way to the Magnolia. She just needed to follow me to the bathroom upstairs.

She wasn't too bad. Still quite inexperienced on the whole. I could probably teach her a few things. Still, well worth the price, and she didn't have to leave empty-handed.

Anyway, that little sexcapade wasn't really integral to the plot, but I add it here for the sake of completeness and honesty, and to highlight how torn I was on this whole Aiyana thing. Did I want a family? Or did I want to keep fucking as many girls as I could? Eventually, I decided that I couldn't keep this dilemma to myself, and had to open up about my feelings to Aiyana. So I invited her over to the ranch to take a walk through the fields.

I explained to her how she had become very special to me, but I was worried that I couldn't provide her with the type of stable relationship she deserved. She was very understanding.

"Let me cut you off," she said. "You're obviously very bothered about this. When have I ever told you I expected anything from you? Other than to be a parent for your daughter? Never, that's when."

"I just like being with you," she continued. "But we never made any promises to each other, and besides, I've seen your work. I know what kinds of things you've gotten into. And that's just the stuff that's fit to print. I can't imagine what else there might be."

This actually embarrassed me a bit.

"Actually," she said, "I think I can. I never told you this before, but a couple of months ago, I came over to surprise you, and I heard the sounds of a party coming through your windows. I peeked inside, and could hardly believe what I saw."

"I don't know what-" I started.

"It's okay. You were clearly hosting some kind of orgy."

My mouth dried up, and I couldn't speak.

"It's okay. I don't need you to explain. I just want you to know that you don't have to lie to me. I don't feel betrayed."

"Betraying you in any way would be the furthest from my mind," I told her.

We continued the conversation inside.

"This is all a bit much to process," I said.

"I understand," she told me. "Look, let's just agree to be more open from now. No new promises or commitments. Let's just see where this takes us. Who knows? Maybe one day, you'll want me to be a part of this other half of your life."

Even after we finished talking and Aiyana went home, this comment reverberated through my head. Was Aiyana really suggesting she would swing with me, just to make me happy? I couldn't have that.

But, then I thought, what if this was her way of telling me that being a part of that with me would make her happy?

That, I would have to think about for a while.

Next day, a quick change of direction. Got a call from Pedro.

Maya finally had the baby. A beautiful girl named Ines.

If it's possible to hear silence in the background, I could hear that Elisa was not happy.

I wonder if Pedro's potential troubles might help me plan out what I was facing down the road with Aiyana. But that will have to wait for another chapter. Next stop, it was finally time to meet this Carlton guy.

April 2005

Hi guys! Grace here. We've had a lot of fanmail recently, so we thought we'd use this newsletter to respond to some fans' questions about the business. Here we go!

LB in Brindleton Bay asks: I'm trying to convince my boyfriend to do porn with me. He's worried about what it would mean for our relationship. You and Chad have been together for so long. How do you make it work?

BustyGrace: That's a great question! Now, what works for Chad and me might not work for everyone, but in our case, the trick is simple: we have a completely open relationship, and we never lie to each other. Without the lies, there's no reason for either of us to ever be jealous or uncomfortable. He knows if I'm fucking someone.

And I know if he's fucking someone.

And since we have this arrangement, it's easy to do it on camera, too. Plus, we have a very sex-positive group of friends. Let's just say, there's plenty of opportunity for the both of us to scratch our sexual itches!

MF in San Myshuno asks: Your videos are so professional looking. What goes into making a great porn scene?

BustyGrace: First of all, thanks for the compliment! Second, it's really two things stick out to me. First, you need a top notch professional crew. We only hire the best camera operators for our productions.

Second, it really comes down to chemistry with the actors. Anyone can have sex on film! It's not hard at all. But it is hard to make it look good. Look real. Chad and I just recently finished a group scene with Shotgun Jamal and Skye Limitless, which is going to be published this month.

And the truth is, it was one of the hottest scenes we've done yet, because all four of us just have a great connection with each other. When we're fucking, you can see it on our faces that we're really enjoying it!

And Skye and I both jump back and forth between our studs in this scene because I genuinely love fucking Chad and I genuinely love fucking Jamal, and Skye genuinely loves fucking both of them, too!

And both those guys love fucking us, too, so when it comes time for the cumshot, you can tell we didn't have to fake anything. No limp dicks or fake cum for us! Just rock hard cocks spurting massive loads of the real stuff!

Whew! Telling that story got me horny! Let's see what's next.

KG in Newcrest asks: Out of all the men you've been with, who has the best dick?

BustyGrace: Well, I just mentioned them both in that last answer! Of course, Chad is a master in bed, or I wouldn't be with him. And my favorite co-star outside of Chad is of course Jamal. They don't call him "Shotgun" for nothing!

I'll give a plug for our partners AEP here. Jamal has recently been doing a lot of scenes with a fresh young starlet we're currently calling "Petra" (she doesn't have a settled stage name, yet), and they are super hot!

I don't know where this girl has been hiding, but she is a stone cold pro! She can throat Jamal's monster dick like it's nothing.

And she really knows how to turn up the heat while she's getting pounded!

Plus, it doesn't hurt that she's hot as fuck!

She's still a true amateur, though. Hasn't signed with anyone. Just likes fucking Jamal so much she's willing to do it on camera! I'd love to have her with BGP, but even if she ends up with AEP, that's okay. Either way, you can be sure you'll see her in some of our videos soon!

Okay, time for one more!

JT in Britechester asks: Who is up and coming that we should be looking for in the future?

BustyGrace: Well, once again I got ahead of the question, and already told you about Petra. But here's another exciting newcomer to know about. We've expanded our operation here at BGP by teaming up with someone on the other end of the country. Milky Rouge will soon be doing livestreaming on our platform. She doesn't do anything hardcore (yet!), but she sure knows how to work herself for the camera, and it will still get you off, I promise!

And if you happen to live in her neck of the woods, you can go see her live, too. She's a featured dancer at the Foundry Cove Club in Willow Creek!

Well, I think that's going to have to wrap it up, guys! Chad just walked into the room not wearing any pants, and I think he's hinting that it's been a little too long since the last time I gave him a blowjob, so I'm going to go take care of that!

Cheers, porn fans! Til next month!

And then hosted the Swinger's Club's traditional Yule festival. It was one of the best yet, a veritable orgy.

When the winter weather broke for an early heat wave, I got an invite to visit Vicente Lombardo, founding partner of Galway & Lombardo, as he opened his pool for the first time in the season.

"Cormac tells me he's already told you the story of our firm."

"Yes, but I want to hear multiple points of view. I also want to hear how this all ties into the growth of Newcrest. This was a sleepy little suburb when you two started out."

"This is true. Our firm was a major economic force long-term. We still occupy the entire second floor of the oldest commercial building in town. G&L was for a long time the center of it all here."

"Cormac said you divided the practice in two, and you focused on business, while he focused on public matters, and that's how you grew so fast."

"Yes, although we couldn't do it alone. We hired great associates who were pivotal to our growth. Like Domnall. Did Cormac even talk about Domnall?"

"Honestly, I don't recall him having much to say about him at all. He's already on my list of contacts, but Cormac spent more time talking about Calrton."

"Yes, Carlton is great. Cormac's best hire, by far, and the man who will lead this firm into the future. But Domnall was my hire, and he was our first associate, and our first junior partner, and he turned out to be an incredible manager. The firm wouldn't be where it is without him. Of course, he's basically retired, now. Only works with a few old big-money clients of his, and still shows up at partner meetings. But mostly he keeps to himself."

"And spends his time helping raise his grandchild."

"Or with his lovely wife, Siobhan, whom he is still so very much attached to."

"Sounds like a great guy."

"Yes, although let me say that I loved my wife deeply, too. Sofia was the light of my life."

"And she bore me my only son and heir, Ercole." (He pronounced it like "Eckley.")

"Now, you have to remember, all three of our families were living in Bridgeview. It was a wholly Italian and Irish neighborhood at the time. So, we didn't just work together. Our families socialized, too. Barbecue day at he park was a hit in every household."

"So here's the thing about Domnall. I'm sure Cormac already acquainted you with the rather libertine air of our office?"

"He said his secretary has also been his girlfriend for decades."

"Yes, and I have had the same relationship with my secretary, Rose."

"And this is a point on which I must agree with Cormac. It is good to have a long-term lover."

"And it does not mean you love your wife any less. Sofia was my true love, and I still visit the cemetery each year on our anniversary to mourn her passing."

"But Cormac has this weird wife-mistress model of the perfect life that I find choking. And a bit hypocritical, since he never passed up a chance to travel out west to do business with Sook. You know Sook?"

"I am intimately acquainted with her."

"Good man. Anyway, that brings me back to Domnall. See, we had sort of a tradition at G&L for many years. Any time an associate was going to be made into a junior partner, we scheduled his first major out of town business trip to Oasis Springs to meet with Sook. It was sort of a promotion bonus, you might say. But we were also interested in seeing how they responded."

"You did this with every partner?"

"Oh yes. Ercole took the trip."

"And so did Eoghan."

"So don't let Cormac try to tell you it's a surprise how our boys turned out. In hindsight, it was only natural considering the environment we put them in, and how we pushed them. But, as I was saying, Domnall. Domnall was the only partner we ever sent who came back with full fees. Didn't even get a handy. I think he's never been unfaithful to Siobhan in his entire life."

"Seems admirable, in a way."

"Yes," Vicente chuckled. "It does. Like I said, not the life for me, but I respect it. No, the life for me was to always have Rose on the side, and after Sofia passed, I must admit that I let my inhibitions go and found other outlets, as well."

"Of course," he said with a smirk, "these romantic games we play can lead to entanglements. I have not mentioned that Antonio, my grandson, is thirteen. And yet, suddenly, he is to have a sibling. Francesca is expecting again. Due this summer."

"That's great," I told him.

"Indeed. I think Antonio will make a fabulous older brother."

"But there is more. I said I am still with Rose, and despite my dalliances on the side, that is true."

"And now, it seems, life has thrown me a curveball, because Rose is also expecting. My son and I will both be raising our second children at the time."

"Wow, congratulations is in store again, I guess?"

"Indeed. Thank you. At any rate, I said I do not share Cormac's feelings entirely on these matters. I do not judge my son quite so harshly for his ways, nor do I think he is totally useless. Neither do I think Cormac's son is, to be honest. But I agree that it is better that Carlton will be in charge. But that's only because he's a better lawyer and a smarter man. Not because I think Ercole's fondness for the Russian whorehouse a few blocks from here disqualifies him."

"After all, if that were the case, I'd have to disqualify myself!"

"But one more bit about Cormac's obsession with sticking to a single mistress. He recently hired a new secretary, and I later discovered, the sole purpose, in his mind, was to find a woman that would keep Ercole's attraction and focus, so that he might stop galavanting around town! Can you believe it?"

"Did it work?"

"Well, for the galavanting? Too early to say. But I am sure she kept Ercole's attention."

"He has been spending more time in the office, so I guess that's really what Cormac wanted!"

At this, our conversation came to an end. I went home to compile my notes and get ready to meet with this upstanding citizen named Domnall Finn.

COLLECTED PURSUANT TO JUDICIAL WARRANT 34-07056-B

JOAO CALLES (JC) AND UNKNOWN SUBJECT (UNSUB)

TRANSLATOR: TJ

UNSUB: MY MAN, HOW ARE YOU?

JC: JUST GOT DONE GETTING MY DICK WET. HOW ABOUT YOU?

UNSUB: (LAUGHING) THINGS ARE FINE WITH ME. SOUNDS LIKE THEY ARE GREAT FOR YOU.

JC: I'M NOT THE KING HERE, BUT I'M STILL THE KING'S RIGHT-HAND MAN (TJ: OR "TRUSTED PARTNER")

UNSUB: YOU MEAN PEDRO

JC: YEAH, WORKING FOR HIM IS CRAZY. LAST WEEK HE STOPPED OVER, SAID, HEY, LET'S SHARE THIS WHORE REAL QUICK.

UNSUB: WHAT?

JC: YEAH HE'S LIKE THAT. SO WE SPIT-ROASTED ALANA THEN WENT ACROSS THE WAY TO SHOOT HOOPS.

UNSUB: THAT'S FUCKED UP.

JC: YEAH, BUT HE HAD TO TELL ME SOMETHING. MAYA GOT KNOCKED UP.

UNSUB: DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT'S LIKE HIS MAIN WHORE OR SOMETHING?

JC: YEAH, SHE'S THE QUEEN OF THE OPERATION. AND HE WASN'T HAPPY SHE WAS CARRYING.

JC: BUT THE ONLY PEOPLE SHE FUCKED RECENTLY WAS ME AND HIM. SO WE DID THE MATH AND FIGURED HE HAD TO BE THE ONE.

UNSUB: GUESS YOU OFF THE HOOK THEN.

JC: NO DOUBT. BUT HIS LIFESTYLE, HE'S GOT TO PUT OUT SOME KIDS. HE'S GOT KEPT WOMEN ALL AROUND. SOME FRENCHIE IN WINDENBURG NAMED CHARLOTTE.

JC: AND SOME GREEK CHICK OUT WEST. HELEN.

UNSUB: SO NO MATTER WHERE HE GOES, HE'S GOT A WARM BED.

JC: EXACTLY!

UNSUB: MUST BE GOOD TO BE HIM.

JC: AND THEN HIS WIFE! ELISA IS HOT AS FUCK. AND IF I HAD A WOMAN LIKE THAT, I'D BE FINE WITHOUT STEPPING OUT. BUT I THINK SHE'S GETTING FUCKED REGULAR AT THE MASSAGE PLACE SHE VISITS.

UNSUB: PEDRO GOTTA PUT A STOP TO THAT.

JC: NAH, I THINK IF IT WAS A REAL AFFAIR, HE'D PUT SOME STEEL BETWEEN IT, BUT AS LONG AS SHE'S ONLY GETTING TAKEN CARE OF IN A BUSINESS TYPE TRANSACTION, HE'S FINE.

UNSUB: STILL.

JC: STILL, I'D LIKE TO BE HER MASSEUR.

UNSUB: WATCH OUT YOU DON'T GET KILLED TALKING LIKE THAT.

JC: I KEEP IT TO MYSELF. BESIDES, WHO DO I GOTTA WORRY ABOUT? I DO ALL PEDRO'S LAUNDRY. SOME GUY A FEW MONTHS AGO GAVE ONE OF HIS GIRLS THE AIDS. HE HAD A GUY IN A HOSPITAL HE SOLD COKE TO WHO LOOKED UP THE RECORDS FOR HIM.

JC: AND GAVE THE FILE TO PEDRO.

UNSUB: SO HE RELIED ON YOU TO TAKE CARE OF IT.

JC: YEAH, I MET WITH HIM AT THE PARK TO TELL HIM IT WAS TIME TO GET RID OF THE RUSSIANS.

UNSUB: YOU GOTTA MAKE THAT MOVE EVENTUALLY.

JC: BUT HE SAID FIRST WE DEAL WITH (TJ: OR "TAKE CARE OF" OR "DO BUSINESS WITH") THIS DIRTY FUCK WHO RUINED HIS WHORE.

UNSUB: SO YOU DID.

JC: YEAH RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS ROOMMATES. THEY'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN AND CAN'T IDENTIFY ME, SO I'M NOT WORRIED.

UNSUB: GOTTA DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO.

JC: YEAH BUT MOSTLY I SPEND MY TIME GETTING HIGH

JC: OR WORKING OUT

JC: OR GOING TO THE CLUB AND GETTING MY DICK SUCKED BY ONE OF THE GIRLS.

UNSUB: NOT A BAD LIFE.

JC: NO DOUBT. BUT THIS JOB HAS OTHER PERKS. LIKE THE RUSSIANS.

UNSUB: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO GET RID OF THEM.

JC: WELL DIMITRY AND IRINA, YEAH, BUT NOT THE HOTTIES.

JC: I GOT WORD DIMITRY BROUGHT IN A NEW GIRL AND WAS GOING TO AUCTION OFF HER VIRGINITY. I PAID TOP DOLLAR TO WIN THAT AUCTION.

UNSUB: OH HOW WAS SHE?

JC: HONESTLY I'VE HAD FAR BETTER. BUT STILL. BEING THE FIRST GUY TO GET UP IN THAT (TJ: OR "FIRST GUY TO VISIT/EXPLORE THAT") IS SPECIAL.

UNSUB: HEY I GOTTA GO THE WOMAN IS YELLING.

JC: CHEERS, MAN.

END TRANSCRIPT

So, I have to tell you from the outset, over these next few chapters, I'm going to be revealing a lot of secrets that weren't included in my original History of Newcrest. It wasn't exactly a best-seller at the time, and that's probably because I left most of the good parts out. Well, it's been a few years, and now it's time to share the good parts.

I had a series of meetings with Cormac Galway, founding Senior Partner in Galway & Lombardo.

As I mentioned in the previous chapter, I found this man fascinating from the get-go.

Cormac and his wife Brighid had been one of the first families to move into Bridgeview when it was still a new housing development.

By the way, people smoked a lot of cigarettes back then. You'd better get used to that. Anyway, Cormac founded a new law firm directly out of school with his classmate, Vicente Lombardo. Their first office was basically a closet, so Cormac went about town trying to get clients for the upstart firm.

"Vicente and I both had offers from multiple top firms," he told me. "But I wanted to build something from the ground up. It was I who convinced Vicente to go along with my dream."

"Meanwhile, I was enjoying an extended honeymoon with Brighid. Love of my life then, and still now."

"She's a strong woman. She's spent her life as the wife of a powerful lawyer, and on paper, that's what she is. Stay-at-home-mom and wife. But that's a job that deserves more credit than it usually gets."

"It didn't take long for Eoghan to be born."

"I'll be getting to how big of a disappointment he turned out to be, but when he was still a little one, Brighid did a stellar job holding down the home, while I tried to build up the firm. It isn't her fault how he turned out."

"I don't understand. Isn't he a junior partner in your firm and your heir?"

"Yes, and when he met Lily, we thought he'd found the grounding he needed to settle into a good life and be the next generation for what we were building."

"But you're getting me ahead of myself. Let me continue telling you about how we built G&L."

"We had a plan. Vicente was going to lead the business route - you know, finding corporate clients and helping them get away with all the things corporations get away with."

"And I was going to take the public track, finding clients who would help us sue the government, which may or may not lead to less money, but would certainly lead to greater publicity."

"And that's why I was the one who suggested we hire Carlton. I knew we had to have him while he was still at Britechester as a 3L."

"As part of his clerkship, he had played an important role in prepping for a big civil rights case, Goth v. Bridgeport Housing Authority. It's in all the textbooks now. And I thought having the smartest Afro-American lawyer of his generation in our firm could only be a positive."

"Luckily, he was excited to join."

"I also promised you some more juicy history, so I also contributed this to the growth of the firm. I found Sook. She was just some Japanese blowjob specialist who wanted to set up a sex empire out west, and our firm had no clients out there, at the time, so I convinced Vicente to take her on."

"This is crazy," I told him. "But I've met Sook."

"So you know why she was so good at what she did."

"I do."

"Well, I was the one who put that in motion. We probably only ever got half the fees out of her we deserved, because our associates were too eager to trade fees for head, but then, I can't blame them, can I? I certainly found it a fair trade in my time."

"She's moved back to Komorebi," I said. "I saw her when I was there on vacation. She's still got it."

"I bet she does.

"Here's the thing. I'm not faulting a guy for having a needs. I've obviously had them. But a respectable man is discreet. Maybe I got a little treat from Sook on a business trip. Okay. But I've had the same mistress for thirty years, now. And I pay her well, since she's my secretary."

"But Eoghan, he doesn't have that discretion. As soon as Lily started showing the first time, he was out whoring around with anything he could find. No classy mistress. Just cheap prostitutes. So now Lily spends most of the day at home drinking."

"Even if she sometimes overdoes it."

"It's interesting," I said, "that you have such a strict ethical model not just for traditional family, but also for cheating."

He practically spit at me.

"Cheating. It's not cheating when you do it right. It's just part of life. Men need to get off more than women, so men without means visit whores. But men with means should stay with their girlfriends, not bounce between brothels. I still love my wife. Brighid and I still are intimate."

"But I'm also still with Carole, after all these years. She consoles me when I have problems."

"And my partnership with her is just as meaningful as my partnership with my wife."

"And most importantly, I don't bring disrepute onto my family. It's discrete. I don't come home with disease. Not like my son, who would rather visit the strip club."

"And who has never said 'No' when a girl offered extras."

"This is why I don't want the firm in Eoghan's hands. He's not trustworthy. And Vicente's son is no better. But Carlton, he's a good man. Keeps his indiscretions discrete, as well."

"Nice word play."

"Thank you."

"I've told him, when Vicente and I finally retire, I want him to be fully in charge."

"That's why, even though Ercole and Eoghan are junior partners, we had a meeting recently and made Carlton a full senior partner."

"Equal to Vicente and me, and when we are gone, he will outrank our sons."

So, I'll stop the Newcrest updates there for a moment, and tell you, while I was visiting, I drove up to Willow Creek and visited Maya's new club, Foundry Cove. Nice place, I guess, but a little seedy.

But the big news, she was pregnant.

And the father was none other than my old buddy Pedro. Of course it was. Maya was always gunning for Pedro to knock her up, I think.

Speaking of meant to be, when I got back west, I had a need to get together with Aiyana. We'd been enjoying a great relationship recently, but we hadn't been intimate. That night, things changed.

No kidding. I didn't think I had it in me, but at this point, I was in love.

Dear Katerina,

I know it has been a while since I disappeared, but I wanted to let you and the other girls know I am okay. Please do not to be sharing this letter with Irina. I have dropped it in the mail while traveling, so the postcode will not help anyone find me, and I am sorry you will not be able to answer, but still, just to be safe, and to keep you out of trouble, do not let her know I have written.

I am doing fine, but am very bored. I moved into a tiny trailer out in the desert.

And to pay my bills, I got a job at a local restaurant. They call it around here a "burger joint," I believe.

I lack in funds, but usually have no problem finding men at the bar willing to buy me drinks.

And I have found some places to dance. Even if the style is not what I am used to.

After what I have been through, I do not expect I can have a normal relationship any time soon, but I do still have urges, and I have found ways to satisfy them. I usually have no problem picking up attractive men in the gym.

I am also having fun doing goofy things, keeping a light heart helps me relax.

But the singing and playing only go so far. Usually, the boredom can ultimately only be defeated by getting ripped.

So I admit I have been doing that a lot.

Which leaves me very poor, but my hookup is this greasy pornography producer in the Valley. He keeps asking me to star in his films, but I keep saying no, because I do not think I am ready to be used like that, but then he did introduce me to one of the biggest stars, Jamal, and I thought he was very cute. You should check out his work if you are in the mood for a black man with a very large member.

When I met him, he was very flirty immediately, and I thought he was so goryachiy, I was ready to sleep with him, anyway.

So, when he offered me §500 to shoot a video with him, I agreed.

He was surprised at how easily I could take his monster penis, but I did not tell him just how much practice I had been forced to have. Anyway, this meant I could get some decent drugs without paying for them the way I usually have to.

Two crazy things have happened to me. First, a burglar tried to break into my trailer! I called the local police immediately, who confronted him.

But even though the burglar was not armed, the police forces killed him, anyway! Just like in Russia!

And while this thief was lying dead among my garden gnomes, the killer was interviewed on live television about how much of a hero he was.

I thought it was very disgusting. So I had to go out and unwind, and I did get a little bit high first, okay a lot high, and met some people, and I don't remember much, but I was suddenly on the private jet of some rich man off to go dancing in Windenburg. At times, I thought it was a trap by Dmitry. But it was not. I had a great time, both on the dance floor, and with this rich man.

I do not remember how the night ended, but I woke up the next day at home, so he must have put me on his plane for the trip back and had someone drive me to the trailer.

Anyway, the next day, I was feeling pretty hungover, but Jamal stopped by to let me know that the video I shot with him was such a huge success that he was not only paying me the promised rate, but tripling it as a bonus! §1500! Can you believe it?

So I decided to use some of the money to treat myself to a spa day! Around here, they have this one spa for adults only that is clothing optional. Can you imagine?

I am not shy, you know, so I did not mind.

But all of these hard bodies walking around made me horny. Luckily I met another regular there who really made my engine move. Some local writer, I guess he has been published in some important magazines, or something. He offered me a massage and led me to a room that I guess he had especially reserved for himself.

It did not take long for him to make this a naughty massage.

But I was happy for that, because I was in the mood to be naughty!

And so we enjoyed much pleasure together.

It was very nice to have sex with someone I chose who knew very much what he was doing.

It felt very much like a partnership. He cared about my pleasure as much as he cared about his own. This was refreshing for me.

And in the end, I achieved something I rarely do with random drugged-out bar hookups and never achieved with clients: an incredible climax!

I think this man may have rescued sex for me!

Anyway, I should go, I will write again when I can.

All my love,

Iliana

He said he wanted me to help break her in for life at Picante. Pedro had never led me wrong before when it came to girls, so I made sure to plan a stopover the next time I was meeting the publisher out east. It was worth it.

I know, I know, this was now my third time in the "wrong" kind of threesome, but for the record, my dick and Pedro's dick never touched the entire time.

Anyway, while I was in town, we went to watch this ceremony at the cemetery. Seems the government had bought up some space in the Newcrest Cemetery for putting to rest some of the war dead.

It was a solemn and respectful affair, but Pedro started talking to me about Newcrest history.

He said this town had started as nothing but grass and dirt only forty years ago, and now it was the cultural and economic center of the entire Southeast. He thought someone should write about the town's history before it was lost.

I told him, for the right price, I might know the man for the job.

He quoted a number he'd be willing to pay to get the project started.

And I thought it was a very fair number.

First, he said, I had to meet the three patriarchs of Newcrest. Vicente Lombardo, Cormac Galway, and Domnall Finn. They built this town from the ground up. I started taking notes.

"But have some fun while you're here," Pedro reminded me.

By that, he meant before I left town, I had a free blowjob waiting for me at Picante.

Everything was always sex with Pedro. Always.

Anyway, I promised I'd consider the project, but I needed to get away first, so I took a week of PTO and booked a trip to Komorebi. Kept working on my rock climbing.

And my skiing.

And I learned some local recipes to use at home.

Hung out with the locals.

And just enjoyed the solitude.

And I decided to swear off women for a while, so when I started getting pent up, I just jacked off in the space aged Japanese shower.

But my last night there, I may have been under the influence of some fine Asian plant matter.

And I decided to go trolling for pussy. Found out an old whore from way back who had given me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever experienced had moved back to the homeland. I decided to visit her.

Thing is, she made me cum like a champ, but it wasn't as good as I'd remembered. Was I outgrowing cheap meaningless sex? I hoped not. Besides, she wasn't cheap.

About this time, I was really trying hard to be a good dad.

And make some kind of deeper connection with Aiyana.

Despite my baser urges, I couldn't deny I was harboring more meaningful feelings for her, and I wanted to explore them, scary as they were.

But it was time to start exploring Newcrest.

I started with Cormac. This guy honestly might have been a distant relative of mine, we were so similar.

Sure, he had a pointier chin, smaller ears, and a bigger nose, but I think we might have been distant cousins.

I asked him to tell me all about the beginning of Newcrest.

And he began to tell me a story that would blow your mind. I'll be starting to tell it in the next chapter. But let's just say, these guys were wild.

So, back to me. At this point in time, while most sex was starting to feel repetitive and boring, I still cherished my now-weekly hookups with Grace.

We had this thing where she'd invite me over while Chad was at the studio, and meet me at the door in some slutty lingerie she'd just purchased.

For the record again, I cannot stress enough that Grace and Chad were porn stars in an open relationship, who were both members of the same swingers' club I was, and in fact, Chad and I had DP'd Grace in my first and so far only time having sex on film. The idea of me fucking Chad's girl, well, it wouldn't even come close to count as cheating. And yet, it still felt dangerous, because we were doing it on the side.

But she was so damn good at it.

Our bodies fit together in a way that I rarely experienced.

And when I was going deep inside her, we had an electric connection.

Porn star that she was, she always demanded I pull out and bust on her tits or face.

I don't know if she thought it was hot, or if she assumed I thought it was hot. But truth is, I did.

And she wore my powerful loads with pride.