Adventure Comes to Houston: An Erotic Adventure Book III (Erotic Adventures 3)

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by T. S. Hill


  “You know Tony, after all of the dust clears on this stuff, you and I may work out to be close friends.”, I told him.

  “Stranger things have happened Mr. Hill.”, he said in his best southern drawl. “But, as Miss Sasha is fond of saying, I fucking doubt it. Please drive safely, and have a nice outing.”

  “Have a nice nap Tony!”, I called out to him, as I pulled away, and as I did, I mumbled under my breath to myself, “I fucking doubt it too!”

  Chapter Eight

  Why do I do this?

  Sex is a strange thing, that we can do without for so long, and then suddenly, we can’t.

  If time has ever actually stood still, it was while a man was waiting for a woman to do anything, whether it was shopping, getting her hair done, making her mind up, or deciding to have sex with him. I waited for nearly an hour for the four women to pack Annette’s suit case for a one-week stint, in a guest room, at Al Longworth’s mansion. After I had dropped the four women off at their solon of choice, in addition to visiting three certified diamond appraisers, and five more jewelry stores, in search of boxes for the pearl sets that I had already given the women, I waited another hour.

  The fact is, that I was waiting longer than I thought I was waiting, or not as long. I’m not sure anymore. I’ve been around Aug Benoit, and Al Longworth, too long, and I think that I’m beginning to get whatever contagious brain disease that it is, that they have. Anyway, the women were already on the street before me, and I didn’t recognize them, not Lori anyway. At first, I recognized Rosita, because she hadn’t changed her look, one bit. Not that it needed changing either. She was as gorgeous as the first day that I laid eyes on her. And now that I had, actually been with her, she appeared twice as hot to me.

  Next, I recognized Annette, walking beside Rosita. She hadn’t changed since lunch either, I just wasn’t used to picking her out in a crowd. She was picture perfect with her long shapely legs and long blonde hair. Then I recognized Sasha, just ten feet or so down the sidewalk, behind Rosita and Annette. She looked much like she did the first day that I met her, with short blonde hair. She was pretty as a picture. With her enormous tits jiggling with every step, she was exquisite!

  Finally, I spotted Lori, just beside Sasha. I had never even imagined her as a dark brunette, but there she was! She was just as gorgeous as she was as a blonde, or a red head. I loved all three of my women, Lori, Rosita, and Sasha, but she had to be the most gorgeously beautiful one of them all. But truthfully, they were all three superb.

  Annette was a total knockout too, but as far as I was concerned, at this point, given Al’s infatuation for her, she was strictly hands off. Besides, what the hell would I do with another woman? I was stretched thin, between the three women as it was.

  Eventually, they were all loaded up in the Hummer, and we all happily headed back to Al’s estate. I had the appraisals on the diamond rings that I had wanted, and was very pleased that Fredrick hadn’t tried to screw me. I felt that my reputation must be more of a badass, than I actually was. But, in this instance, that seemed to be a good thing.

  Finally, at the fifth, I think, jewelry store, or appraiser, I forget, but at one or the other, I had obtained decent quality cases to hold the women’s pearl sets. I would have to get the peals appraised for the girls later on. Right now, I felt pretty confident that if Fredrick didn’t screw me over on the diamonds, that the pearls would surely be authentic, and also of quality. At least I hoped so. Now, I needed to figure out the right time to present all three women with the rings, that is if that was the right thing to do. I had to figure that out too.

  I had never known a man in love with three women at the same time, that were in love with him, and all three were fully aware of each other. I knew that legally, we couldn’t all four marry, not anywhere in the world, except in some bizarre, far eastern, tribal governed places, where people regularly fucked goats, and then ate them. That fact in itself made me feel a little weird, but I thought also of Tony’s and Mrs. Baker’s plight. Tony had a valid point. Who the fuck are people to judge me, or the women that I love, and love me?

  Arriving back at Al’s estate. I realized that I had tuned out all of the chatter of the women as they discussed the pros and cons of their experiences at the solon, and advice that they all had been giving Annette for something, or someone, or other. I felt bad, and somewhat guilty that I had introverted, and not kept their interests in mind. And, I knew that this oversight, like all of my oversights, would come back to haunt me. But, I remember also thinking, that if I didn’t manage to do myself in with oversights, women probably would. I fully knew that. But you know, at the end of the day, life is, just what it is. Whatever that means.

  Back at the guest house, as we were unloading from the Hummer, for the first time during the trip back, someone actually spoke directly to me, and it snapped me out of my zoned-out melancholy.

  “Cowboy, thanks so much for the solon!”, Lori bubbled at me, as she gave me a giant squeezing hug, and planted an enthusiastic kiss on my lips.

  “Yes, Amante!”, Rosita chimed in, and stepped in to hug me as Lori was releasing me. She too kissed me with vigor, and held up her pretty, freshly manicured hand. “See my beautiful nails!” Then she gently stroked one of them down the side of my face. “I will tease you with these later. And, I have a fresh wax we will share later too.”, she whispered in my ear. That, made my cock jump in my pants, and brought back memories of the morning before.

  Before Rosita had fully released me, Sasha leaped at me, and I had to catch her with my right arm. Her feet were off the ground, with her arms around my neck. “What do you think Babe?”, she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m the blonde bimbo again!”

  “Sash, you will never be a bimbo! No matter what color your hair is! “Thanks for the salon, Babe!”, she said with the exuberance that only Sasha can. “I feel like my old self again!”, she added, then laid a real passionate kiss on me.

  “I believe that you do!”, I said grinning and setting her back down on her feet. Once Sasha stepped back, Annette was left standing before me, with her eyes a little wide, and looking a little sheepish.

  “I’m sorry.”, she said sheepishly,” but this is unique, and awkward, for me. I looked her in the eyes and grinned, about to say something, but she continued. “I really do appreciate the solon, Mister, um, Tagg.” She shook her hands in front of her nervously, like women do when they are trying to dry their nails. “Is it okay that I call you that?”

  “I told you to call me Tagg. Of course, it’s okay for you to call me that.”, I replied.

  “I got my nails done, and a pedicure, and…”, Then she mumbled under her breath, “Oh shit!”, and then she blurted, “Some stuff touched up!” Then she stepped forward waving her arms awkwardly. I was about to tell her that she didn’t have to hug me, when she suddenly rushed at me and grabbed me around my midsection and gave me a quick squeeze. Then just as quickly, she threw her arms behind her, and leaned in, giving me a peck on the cheek, and stepped back. “Mister, um, oh shit!”, she mumbled again, then blurted, “Tagg… um Tagg, do I have to call you those other names too?”

  “Other names?”, I questioned.

  “Cowboy, and Babe, and…”

  “Oh, no! Please don’t!”, I cut her off. “Just Tagg. Call me Tagg. Nothing else.” I could see relief spilling across her face, and she finally smiled., then nodded.

  “Thank you for the solon trip, Tagg.”, she said formally and politely, tilting her head toward me slightly, and now smiling sweetly. Then with her arms still folded behind her, and her eyes doing that sparkling thing, she pivoted on her heels and walked straight to the guest house entrance door. Everyone else had gone in but Sasha and I. She was looking a little worried and wistful.

  “What is it Sash?”

  “Nothing.”, she said, and turned toward the door. I put my hand on her shoulder and she stopped.

  “I know Sasha Adamson well enough now to know that nothing, i
s always something. What is it, Sash?”

  “Had my Dad on my mind again.”, she said. He wouldn’t have a clue how to get in touch with me now, even if he wanted to and could.”

  “Sash, since we’re not getting any work done this afternoon, why don’t you use that time to see what you can find online? There’s got to be some leads somewhere. Do you have any aunts, or uncles, or cousins, that maybe could give us a lead? What was his home town, where he grew up? Do some searches through the county, and city, records. There’s got to be something somewhere.” The whole time that I was talking, she was shaking her head, negatively.

  “Babe. You’re talking to Miss Research of America, remember? I’ve exhausted everything that I can think of.”

  “Have you tried the obvious? Like make some posts on social media sites? Using proxies of course, so your online presence can’t be traced.”

  “No, I haven’t done that. I didn’t want to anger you over a perceived security risk.”, she said meekly.

  “Just be careful with it, and go ahead. You know how to not get found, but give him a way to contact you on the media site. What about his cell phone number?”, I inquired further.

  “It’s now an unassigned number.”, She responded.

  “Well, I don’t have any other suggestions right now. Just do the social media thing, and if I can help, or if you need anything, just say so. Okay?” She nodded her head, then raised her eyes to meet my gaze. Then, she tiptoed, and kissed me gently on my lips, with the beginnings of a smile on her lips.

  “Thanks Babe, I love you!”, she chirped.

  “And, you know that I love you, Sash.”, I replied.

  “Sugar lips!”, She said to me grinning, and then winked at me, turned, and went through the door into the house. If she hadn’t had that spanking phobia, I would have cracked her with a playful swat to the ass. But, for once, I used my head, and thought better of it.

  When I went into the house, the women were all back in the spare bedroom, chattering away, except, Sasha who was at the table on her laptop, making the posts to social media sites, like we had just discussed. I sat down at my laptop and pulled up my emails. I hadn’t expected to hear from Al until perhaps that night, or the next morning, but there was a brief, and to the point, note, that read, “Confirmed suspicions, will return in AM. Get this over ASAP! Check High Star Inc!”

  Next, I checked my account for any emails from Steve. There was one there. After the niceties, he was blunt. The OCTF wasn’t smiling on me, even after they reviewed the evidence that cleared me of any, and all, accusations that were filed against me. They wanted to see results, and soon. Sasha closed the lid on her laptop and sighed.

  “That’s all that I can think to do right now.”, she lamented.

  “Come look at this Sash.”, I told her. See what you can find out on this company.”, I told her, getting out of my seat, and guiding her into it.

  “High Star Incorporated, huh?”, she mumbled and started typing. I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice.

  “Can I get you anything, Sash?”, I asked.

  “Nothing for me, Sugar Lips!”, she quipped back, then started reading aloud from the laptop screen, “High Star Incorporated, founded in two thousand and one, a Delaware registered corporation, that sells aerospace parts, and devices. and builds to customer specifications. NASA is a major source for their business.”

  “Get me everything that you can on them. I want board of directors, officers, key personnel, who they are, and what else they’re into. Any financial reports that are available, annual reports, etc. We’re going to need the works on this outfit, and we’ll need to already be familiar with it, by the time Al gets back in the morning.”

  “I’m on it!”, Sasha snapped back at me enthusiastically.

  “I’ll need a general summary, and an executive summary.”, I added.

  “You’ll have it. Babe!”, she popped back. I stuck my head around to the side of her, and saw that her eyes were alight with determination, and she was smiling. My little, blonde again geek was in her element, and evidently loving it.

  I decided that it would be as good a time as any to take Annette’s luggage over to the main house, and get Mrs. Baker to let me place it in the room she had for her. I popped back to the spare bedroom, where the three women were all chatting away.

  “Ladies!”, I announced as I came through the door. Their chatting stopped and they all turned to look at me. Lori and Rosita were seated on the bed, and Annette was standing before the dressing mirrors, that were mounted on the backs of the folding closet doors. Lori and Rosita were back in their yoga pants and tight tops, while Annette was dressed in one of the same types of outfits, and inspecting herself in the mirror. Obviously, she hadn’t expected me to pop in.

  She made a comic effort to cover herself, but with the mirrors behind her, something she wanted to obscure was inevitably going to be showing. As she twisted and turned, and moved her hands from covering one area of her body to another, she momentarily appeared to be performing some type of frantic modern dance. Instead of covering parts that she evidently felt sensitive about, she managed to show off her entire form within just a few seconds. Finally, exasperated, she threw up her hands, and slapping them back down against the outsides of her well-formed thighs, whirled to face the room and me.

  Cocking her hips to one side she, she slid her hands up and rested them at the outer tops of her hips, where their curve contrasted against the opposite curve of her slender waste. Taking a deep breath, that lifted her pert breasts upwards and out, she let out a long sigh.

  “I guess that I’m just overly modest! But, do I look naked in this?” Lori and Rosita, were shaking their heads no, but I answered her.

  “No. Actually, you look perfectly lovely, Annette.”, I tried to answer in an even tone, all the while thinking to myself, that she looked perfectly hot, in the skin tight black yoga pants and top, that was a match to the one Sasha had worn the night before.

  “Well, I feel naked!”, she announced, turning to look at herself in the mirror.

  “No, you look… lovely!”, I managed to blurt out. I was thinking of all of the turmoil caused by Tony’s comment, upon him seeing Sasha dressed exactly this way. And, I certainly didn’t want to make a comment, that might evoke a similar response as his did.

  “Cowboy’s probably, wishing that you were naked,”, Lori piped up, “so that he could see if your body really is as hot as he’s probably imagining right now.”

  Watching her face, reflected in the mirror, I saw Annette’s eyes open wide.

  “A lovely lady is a lovely lady. I don’t have to wish them naked, for them to be perfectly lovely.”, I said, taking advantage of Annette’s frozen pose to admire her peachy ass, and long shapely legs, covered in the black, skin tight fabric.

  “Thank you, Tagg.”, Annette said, in a frank manner turning back to face us, this time with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her fists on her hips. Her stance reminded me of a cartoon superhero for some reason. “I guess that yoga pants, and revealing tops, are just some of those new things that I’m going to have to get used to in civy life. Thanks for letting me try these on Loi. Where can I buy some for myself?”

  “Oh, keep those that you’ve got on!”, Lori chirped back to her. I’ve got a couple more, spare sets that I can give you to go along with it.”

  “I bought too many also, and will give you a two of mine.”, Rosita chimed in.

  “You guys are so generous! I’ve never worked with, or known, people as generous as you all!”, Annette exclaimed, looking a little shocked at the girl’s offers. Thank you both, so much! I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.” Lori and Rosita both waved a hand at her.

  “You don’t owe me, girl.”, Lori said.

  “Myself either!”, Rosita added, “We are glad to share your person to be here!”

  “Her company?”, Lori asked, looking at Rosita.

  “¡Sí!”, Rosi
ta said nodding her head once, in a determined affirmation.

  “Where are you from originally, Annette?”, I asked.

  “You didn’t read that in my background check?”, she asked.

  “That’s not in the parts that I read.”, I replied, smiling.

  “Corpus Christi.”, she quickly responded.

  “Beach girl!”, I shot back to her, admiring her nipples that were lifting the stretchy fabric at the apex of each, of her cute, perky breasts.

  “You bet!”, she answered.

  “Surf much?”

  “Every day, that it wasn’t storming, and sometimes even then. I miss that too, but not as much as I thought that I would. I think that I got past surf fever while I was in Iraq.”

  “We all grow, and move forward”, I commented. “I came back here to tell you all, that I heard from Al, and the news from his end isn’t good. It seems that a company has sold to NASA, a device, or part or something, that was developed here by Al’s company. Evidently, they’ve got someone inside Al’s company, and have stolen his development. Sash is working on getting all of the background info on this company now, and Al wants a full briefing when he gets back tomorrow morning. I have no idea, how early that will be. He generally gets up around five, unless he has something important for the day and then it’s four, or earlier. “

  “That’s true.”, Annette said, looking thoughtful.

  “So, he could be here wanting a report from us by seven or eight?”, Lori asked.

  “Six, probably.”, I answered.

  “No. Five, if not earlier!”, Annette shot back. “Believe me! He’ll be scorching pissed! He won’t sleep tonight. Around one or two, he’ll wake up Markum, and they will be back in the air headed home.”

 

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