Winter was here, and my rekindled romance - let's be honest, romance is the wrong word, let's say carnal adventure - with Erin was still going strong.

 

 

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.