by Simon Archer
“I think the view in front of the window beats the view out it,” I told them as I walked toward them.
“We think that a little physical activity would be a healthy idea after such a long plane ride,” Kennedi said, licking her lips.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied. Both girls stood up and walked me to the bed. They took turns removing my clothing until I was as naked as they were. Ellie gently pushed me back onto the bed and had me move up until my head was on a pillow. The two of them crawled up on the bed, one on each side, and I had the notion that I was about to be preyed upon by two sex goddesses. Their swaying breasts and bare asses in the air had me hard instantly.
“We didn’t mean physical activity for you,” Ellie said softly into my ear. Her hot breath made me shiver.
“Nope,” Kennedi whispered in the other.
“Then what did you have in mind, ladies?” I wasn’t sure what I was in for, but I had no doubt that I was going to like it.
Ellie licked her lips and kissed my neck. “We want to get our own workout in before dinner,” she whispered between kisses.
“So, what would you have me do?” Kennedi had started kissing the other side of my neck, and it was getting difficult to focus on conversation.
“You just lay right here and relax,” Ellie instructed. I put an arm over each of their backs as they kept kissing my neck, down to my chest, and over my stomach.
Both were very careful not to touch my groin, which made it all the hotter. Ellie kept kissing my skin, down my thigh, and back up the inside. Kennedi crawled back up towards my face, and just as I thought she was going to kiss me, she moved up and dropped one of her perfectly shaped tits onto my mouth. I opened and wrapped my lips around her nipple and felt my dick pulse as she arched in pleasure. At that moment, I felt Ellie press her tongue against my ball sack and run it up the length of my shaft. I let out my own groan. She pulled away and blew on the wetness her tongue had left behind, creating a new, shocking sensation that drove me crazy. I wrapped my arms around Kennedi and switched my mouth to her other breast, pulling her to me, while Ellie repeated her magic.
Kennedi lifted her breasts away from my mouth, against my pulling on her. She smiled mischievously, turned herself over, and laid beside me. I looked down at Ellie, who was looking back at me as she ran her tongue up my cock once again.
This time she didn’t go back down. She paused for just a second before wrapping her pink, sensuous lips around the head. Seeing me slide into her mouth made me thrust slightly, and she let me further in. She started running her tongue around the head of my dick, which was still fully enclosed in her mouth. It was a sensation I hadn’t felt, and I found myself building to my breaking point quickly.
Before I could focus on what Ellie was doing any further, Kennedi took hold of my hand. She pulled it over to her and laid it between her thighs. She put her hand on the back of mine, lining our fingers up. Then she started touching herself, using my hand. When I’d try to take over what she was doing, she would stop and look at me until I relaxed. Then she would go back to using me to stroke herself, and slide in and out of her. She was so wet that getting both her fingers and mine inside her was easy. I’d feel her walls tense up against my fingers and be reminded very quickly that I was about to explode.
I switched from watching Ellie’s head start moving up and down on my dick, to watching Kennedi pleasure herself with my hand. I grabbed the bedsheets with my free hand and clenched against the ecstasy of so many sensations. Kennedi started to moan, and I could tell she was getting close to climax. I could feel her get more slippery in anticipation of coming. Ellie was deepthroating me faster and faster. She cupped my balls with her hand and gently massaged under my sac. I felt the power building in my groin. Kennedi was getting louder, and I could feel the soft, warm folds of her pussy start to tighten down on our fingers. I felt my own tension getting ready to release, but right before it did, Ellie pulled her mouth off my cock, straddled me, and shoved me deep inside her. She was exquisitely hot, wet, and tight.
There was no break in her rhythm as she started riding me furiously. She gasped louder each time my cock rammed into her until she was near screaming. My own grunts of pleasure seemed to drive both girls wild. I felt Kennedi arch as she came all over our hands. There was no stopping my release after that. Ellie slammed down on my cock, and I shot my hot load deep inside her. When she felt it, her pussy squeezed around me as she started to come. She continued to ride me, moaning, pulling every ounce of cum out of me before collapsing onto my chest.
The moans, and the screams, subsided as the three of us lay together, spent. My body was still tingling when Ellie and Kennedi curled up on either side of me. Kennedi gently stroked my hair while Ellie traced her finger across my chest. Both girls were smiling up at me, satisfied and happy.
Kennedi propped herself up on her elbow, looked at Ellie, and asked, “So, how was your workout?”
Ellie let out a little laugh. “Best I’ve had since the last one,” she replied coyly. Both girls started laughing as Ellie looked back at me. “We have about five minutes until we will be meeting Charlie for dinner.”
“I guess we’ll have to unpack when we get back,” I told the girls. The three of us laughed together.
We got up, and the girls put their suitcases on the bed and opened them. Each took out a dress and proceeded to change for dinner while I took a quick shower. I dressed in the bathroom, slipping on a gunmetal blue button-up and sport coat. When I came out, I saw that Kennedi had selected a full length, navy blue dress that was form fitted but not too tight. It had a slit in the side that went all the way up to her mid-thigh. The top had a scoop neckline and full-length sleeves. It was the most conservative evening wear I’d ever seen on her. Ellie’s dress was similar, except it was cream-colored with a line of cherry blossoms going down the left side from shoulder to ankle. Hers had a V-neckline instead of a scoop, but the sleeves were full length as well. Both girls looked absolutely beautiful.
“I am one fucking lucky guy,” I said. “You two look stunning.” The girls smiled as they sat down to strap on high heels in order to complete their looks. Once they stood, they grabbed each other’s hand and looked at me.
“We’re ready!” they said excitedly. While they were changing, I slipped on a sport coat and added a tie to the gunmetal blue button-up I was already wearing.
“Perfect, let’s go,” I said, walking to them. They turned around, and we left the suite. We didn’t have to knock on Charlie’s door because it opened just as we approached.
“Hey, hey,” Charlie said, exiting his room. “Where are we eating?”
“The Oasis Garden is what was recommended by the concierge,” I told him. “He is having them prep a table now.”
“Perfect,” Charlie said, checking to make sure his suite door closed completely. The four of us made our way down the hall to the elevator that had brought us up.
Three minutes later, we were walking into the Oasis Garden. The room had an instant calming effect. The floors were made of beige, triangular tiles, and offset the ceiling which was a darker shade of the same color. The ceiling, however, looked like there were giant cracks in it where the lighting was recessed. The restaurant was set in the corner of the building, so two full walls were windows. The tables were set far enough apart that even if the place was full, you wouldn’t feel crowded.
There was an extremely petite girl who looked like she couldn’t be any older than sixteen, standing just inside the entrance. She bowed as we walked in.
“Irasshaimase,” she greeted us. “Clark and Charlie, yes?” she confirmed.
“Yes, that’s right,” Charlie said. She didn’t say another word. She turned to take us to our table. We threaded through various tables until we arrived at one that had a red-velvet booth on one side and brown chairs on the other. It was the only table set sideways and therefore was the only one where everyone, regardless of what seat they chose, would be able to enjoy t
he spectacular view of the city. The girl held out her arm to indicate the table was ours, and Kennedi slid into the booth side when Ellie started to pull a chair out. I finished pulling the chair out for her and waited until she was seated before sliding into the booth next to Kennedi. Charlie sat in the chair beside Ellie, and all four of us simultaneously turned our heads to look out the windows.
“Isamu must be trying to butter us up for something to have booked us here,” Charlie joked.
“Buttered up?” Kennedi asked. I smiled at her.
“It means you are trying to make someone like you before you ask them for something,” I told her. “In this case, Charlie was joking. It was just a way of stating that Isamu really wanted to impress us.”
“Ah, got it,” Kennedi said. She was getting better with sayings but hadn’t heard all of them yet.
Ellie picked up the menu that was sitting on the plate in front of her and asked, “How would you all feel about me ordering for the table?” I looked over at Charlie and back.
“I’m alright with it,” I said.
“So am I,” Charlie added. Ellie smiled. She’d been cooking for us for so long that she knew exactly what flavors each of us liked and disliked, so I had no doubt that whatever she had delivered to me would be delicious.
“Thank you!” Ellie said, clapping her hands together quietly. “This restaurant takes individual orders instead of shared plates so you’ll each be getting your own special treat. There is tea here on the table, would any of you like something different to drink?”
“I’m good with tea,” I answered.
“Me too,” Charlie said.
“Thank you, Ellie,” I said and turned to Charlie. Ellie went back to browsing the menu and showing it to Kennedi.
“Tomorrow morning is going to be a big one,” I said to him. He started nodding.
“It most certainly is,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about what a contract with Murai Gurasu would mean for us exactly. First, it would mean that Omnicorp would have to stop making CGs as soon as they ran out of their current glass supply.”
I nodded in agreement and said, “Second, it means we have a way to do mods without cracking the nano-wire so that our risk of unit damage would disappear.”
“Lastly, we would have to make a decision about whether we want to start building CGs,” Charlie finished.
“What are your thoughts on building CGs?” I had never directly asked Charlie what his opinion of the matter was.
“I can see it going one of two ways,” Charlie said. “It would either be a tech dream come true and an opportunity to improve upon the current CG model, or it could be a black hole that sucks money.” I always appreciate the way Charlie didn’t mince words.
“What would be the determining factors in which way the project would head?” I knew I would love working on AI programming and such, but Charlie was the businessman.
He sat back, folded his hands, and said, “The biggest factor would be public perception. You have to remember, Omni fucked over a lot of people, and they are still leery of new CGs. They’d rather have a mod because they know we’ve blocked Omni’s snooping. That would mean a huge loss of startup capital.” He had a perfect point, as usual.
“Okay, that makes sense,” I said. “What else?”
Without hesitating, he started with, “If we started to make new, there is always the possibility that VGS would suffer in the modifications department. Not to sound like my wife, but there is a real possibility that CG abandonment would increase. If people are buying new because they know they are getting a trustworthy CG, then the old ones may be looked down upon as fully defective and not worth the mod. It’s sad, but it’s definitely a possibility.” Charlie had come up with the one objection that I couldn’t seem to get around in my own head. We had created VGS as a way to help liberate CGs from being under Omnicorp’s control. If new CGs were made available and people stopped modifying, and started abandoning old models, the company would begin to be about profit instead of positive impact. Then something occurred to me.
“What if we refurbished abandoned and defective CGs? Then the abandonment issue would be resolved because they would have somewhere to go, and we’d be able to do custom fixes. With the custom fixes, we could hold on to the AI personality traits in most cases.” I watched Charlie’s face for a reaction. He stared at me for a full minute before replying.
“That’s a plausible possibility,” he said. “Kill two birds with one stone, maintain the ethical treatment of CGs, help re-home the ones that need it, and turn a profit.” His eyes lit up the more he thought about it. “That is definitely an angle I’d be willing to run the numbers on.”
I shrugged my shoulders and laughed a little and said, “Of course, all of that depends on what happens at tomorrow’s meeting with Isamu.” Charlie started chuckling too.
“Tabled until tomorrow!” he said.
Right then, our waiter arrived to take our order. I sat back and listened as Ellie ordered four dishes in Japanese. The waiter hurried away to get the order in. When he returned with our food, I couldn’t identify a single item on any of our plates. The dishes were colorful, though, and turned out to be exquisite. The rest of the dinner was filled with amazing food and chit-chat about local culture.
We took our time and didn’t head back to our rooms until two hours later. Charlie and I wanted to make sure we were rested but still had time to get up early and go over what we’d say in varying situations during our meeting with Isamu in the morning. Once Charlie was in his room, and the girls and I were settled comfortably in ours, my mind started racing with possibilities, and probabilities, and what-ifs. Luckily I was both able to fall asleep with minimal trouble and didn’t have any unsettling dreams.
18
The next morning my eyes flew open at five o’clock exactly. I was instantly energized and took no time getting out of bed. The girls were both sitting on the window seat, talking so quietly that it looked like they were merely mouthing the words.
“Good morning, ladies,” I said on my way to the shower.
“Good morning,” they echoed in unison.
Fifteen minutes later, as I was putting my shoes on, there was a knock at the door. It was Charlie. Kennedi let him in, and the four of us sat around the table in the living room of the suite.
“Okay, correct me if I am wrong,” Charlie started. “Obviously, we need to confirm that Murai’s contract with Omnicorp is coming to an end, and Murai has no intention of resigning with them.”
“Yes,” I said.
“If that pans out, then we need to address the possibility of manufacturing the device you have in mind to take the place of having to crack nano-wires for modifications.” He paused.
“Yes,” I said again.
“Good,” Charlie said. He opened up a briefcase he’d brought with him and shuffled through some papers before pulling one out and reading it. “Then would come the conversation about using Isamu’s nano-glass for the refurbishing project we chatted about last night. If that were to come to fruition.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Here is my only question, though. If it all comes down to us only needing nano-glass for modification devices, what would spur Isamu to accept that offer? We wouldn’t be using a fraction of the amount of glass he sells to Omnicorp.”
“I had the same thought last night,” Charlie said. “I’m not sure what the answer to that is.”
“My only response to my own question is that Isamu knows we don’t currently require any glass at all, so he may have something in mind that we aren’t privy to,” I told Charlie.
Kennedi chimed in, “It’s too bad that nano-glass is so functionally specific.” The second the words left her mouth, it was like my mind was hit by lightning.
“Yes!” I shouted. “That could be the answer!” I stood up and bent over, putting my hands on the table.
“What?” Charlie and both girls asked at the same time.
“Up
until now, nano-glass has been functionally specific to CGs, just like Kennedi said,” I was still shouting with excitement. “What if we suggested alternate uses for it?” I stood up and waited for my words to sink in.
“Like what, though?” Charlie finally asked.
“Like--”
“ART!” Kennedi cut me off.
“Yes!” I agreed. Charlie raised an eyebrow at me, and overall just looked confused. I sat back down and continued. “When Kennedi and I were at the event, we ran into Samuel.”
“The glass-blower?” Charlie asked.
“Yes! The glass-blower,” I confirmed. “He gave Kennedi a glass blowing lesson, and we found out that he uses nano-glass scraps in his work. It is how he gets such a unique look in his work.”
“I had no idea,” Charlie said, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms.
“Well, when I found out, it made me reconsider the design for the mod device that I had in mind. The new design I came up with actually involves the blowing of nano-glass, although on a tiny scale. But I was only thinking about the process in one direction- to help with uses that nano-glass is already associated with. Namely, the CGs. What I needed to be thinking about was how his use of nano-glass demonstrated that it isn’t just for tech!” I was high on the feeling of discovery and anxiously waiting to hear Charlie’s opinion of the matter. He just stared at me for a while. Then he sat forward, put his elbows on the desk, and rested his chin on top of his hands.
“I’m not seeing a downside,” he finally said. “I think that could work!” I clapped my hands together and pulled Kennedi out of her seat and wrapped my arms around her.
