Living Dolls Pt. 42.10

Living Dolls 42.10

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We got picked up from Katrina's and Eva's ultra nice house true to Taylor's words roughly about 20 minutes later, 26 minutes to be specific, not that I was counting or anything.

The driver this time was a man named Chris as he drove us from the upper echelons of Vegas back towards the strip and, not that I was entirely surprised, as we pulled back up to the Aria Casino.

And again, a nice gentleman escorted us around the casino floor though this time I noticed as we navigated the casino floor more than one machine almost 'begged' me to play them but had to ignore them telling myself that 'soon' I would listen to them shortly.

The man continued the navigation until we stood in front of a restaurant that said 'Closed' with closed doors and a sheet on the door that read 'Private Event Business will resume at 8pm' and almost pointed to the door looking at the man before he gently knocked.

I almost pointed out to the man that the door said it was a 'Private Event' completely forgetting what I was here for, for about half a moment before putting two and two together and remaining silent.

Which was good because the door opened as a man poked his head out and the man who was escorting me quietly whispered something to the poked head before the poked head looked me up and down as I could tell I was quietly being judged for some 'odd' reason.

The poked head opened the door more allowing Sophia and myself to enter before the door was closed and the noise of the casino was drowned out.

I blinked as the 'room' was the most elegant restaurant I had ever entered before.

The room, which was the restaurant, had tiled flooring with impressive masonry flooring filled with black and gold fillgree for wall space.

There were various decorations that gave the area that sophisticated look while being elegant.... and expensive.

There were lights of various kinds giving a softness to the lighting that was neither too dark nor too bright as everything was bathed in a soft almost golden hue.

The tables, which there was a good number of them, not including what looked like a bar, were equally elegant but simple as there were at least a few dozen tables. Each table had equally simplistic chairs that offered comfort but not too much comfort.

In the center of the restaurant I could easily see Alan and in the corner I saw Laoise and Aisling sitting smiling coyly and seductively smiling as they saw me.

The poked man, Jeff from what my eyes told me, led Sophia and myself towards Alan.

The moment Alan saw me he stood up smiling as he clearly spoke, "Ah, Reece!"

He waited for us to approach before he closed the gap and literally bear hugged me as he spoke, "You DID it!" He let go of the hug and padded my shoulder smiling proudly, "You FUCKING did it!!!" as he finished his statement in a boisterous laugh.

I looked at him and knew what he was referring to, especially since Laoise and Aisling were sitting at a distance coyly waving to me with wide smirks.

I awkwardly waved back before looking at Alan, "So?"

I looked around the expensive restaurant seeing a man a few tables away from Alan calmly sitting with a laptop open and what looked like a printer with an extension cord running to said table making me wonder WHO he was before returning my attention to him, "What are we doing?"

Alan smiled and lightly looked at Sophia before addressing her, "My dear," he extended his hand to her, "where are my manners, I'm Alan Schwartzmann." He looked at me momentarily before looking back at Sophia as Sophia grasped his hand, "I believe it's Sophia, am I correct?"

Sophia nodded without saying anything as Alan smiled and shook her hand before speaking, "I hate to be a bother BUT if you could, perhaps, maybe join my daughter and granddaughter while I discuss some terms with Reece here." He smiled, "I'll gladly pay for anything you order," he snapped his fingers as a waiter almost instantly ran up from a short distance waiting as he spoke to the waiter, "Please offer Ms. Sophia here a nice cut of Wagyu to her liking with a nice 2021 DRC."

The waiter bowed as even I heard him speak softly to Alan, "Sir, that vintage will cost $4,500."

My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when I heard how much whatever a 'DRC' was, I'm assuming it was an alcohol of some type.

Alan flatly looked at the waiter, "So?"

The waiter, again, bowed, "Very well, sir." As he turned and ran off.

Alan returned his attention to Sophia keeping his hand outstretched towards Laoise and Aisling smiling at her, "Please, I insist."

Sophia looked at me like she was silently asking me if it was ok or not before I sighed, rolled my eyes and nodded. Finally Sophia addressed Alan with a warm smile, "Thank you, I accept."

Alan smiled more broadly, "Perfect!"

Sophia turned and walked off in the direction of Laoise and Aisling. Alan spoke clearly, "Oh, also Sophia, order whatever you like." He pointed to Laoise and Aisling speaking more clearly, "And girls!"

Laoise and Aisling stopped coyly and subtly seductively doing that slow lip lick at me with winks to look at Alan as their faces went more flat. Alan spoke, "Please treat Ms. Sophia with respect."

Laoise spoke, "ONLY if you do what we AGREED on."

Aisling followed, "YEAH!"

Alan sighed as his shoulders slumped looking defeated as he bowed his head for a moment before recovering and looking at Laoise and Aisling as he spoke, "Yes, fine fine. Let me speak with him FIRST."

He turned as I rose my eyebrow smirking, "In trouble are we?"

Alan sighed again looking at me, "Let's just say I may have bitten off more than I can chew between you and them."

I folded my arms smirking, "Take it my little talk worked?"

Alan nodded, "Yes it seems your little 'discussion' with them solved my issues with DeShawn and Devin but NOW Laoise and Aisling seemed a little too infatuated with you," he rose his eyebrow at me, "I wasn't aware that you'd fuck them senseless." He returned his flat response, "And it seems all the alcohol in the room seems to have disappeared."

I pointed to him, "I did warn you what would happen IF I talked to them." I shrugged, "Granted I didn't say HOW I would talk to them." I chuckled, "And the alcohol may have disappeared but I'm happy to return it."

Alan sighed smiling, "Please! That's $1,500,000 I can recoup if it were returned."

I blinked as I heard $1,500,000 as there was NO way that many bottles of alcohol would come to.

I lightly wondered how much of a mark up those bottles costed.

Then again, the ONE that I did pull out cost $5,000 so I guess between the plethora of bottles and the price did kind of make sense.

I spoke, "Fine, after this, I can go up to the room and return the bottles," I shrugged, "granted I don't know where they go so you'll have to send someone in after I'm done to put them in their appropriate place."

Alan mused for a moment before nodding, "I can do that."

I nodded, "Fine."

Alan smiled being somewhat relieved before he waved at the table, "How about we sit and eat while we discuss the terms of everything."

I shrugged as I moved towards the offered table and sat down as Alan sat across from me. When he settled in, he smiled, "I have the chef whipping up Wagyu steaks paired with a nice 2021 DRC."

I quickly spoke, "I don't drink."

Alan chuckled, "Why?"

I shrugged, "Because I'm not 21," I looked at him flatly, "And I don't drink."

Alan smirked, "It's Vegas," he looked at me as he leaned back, "And I think the Steak Police will arrest you for not drinking DRC with Wagyu."

I looked at him flatly, "You're kidding, right?"

Alan shrugged, smirking, "I'm sure it's a crime somewhere."

I rolled my eyes before looking at him flatly, "I'll stick with water, thank you very much."

Alan looked at me and now was more serious, "Just try the wine. Trust me."

Again, I rolled my eyes before acquiescing as I spoke, "Fine."

Alan smiled, "Wonderful!" He turned his attention to people obviously waiting as he rose his hand to wave them down.

The same guy ran up with Menus and handed us both a menu.

It was a simple menu that was obviously laminated. One side was the FOOD menu. The other side was the WINE menu.

What threw me off was that I couldn't find a SINGLE price on ANY of the items on EITHER side.

Alan spoke, "I'll do a half order of Sashimi, a small bowl of wagyu carpaccio, and to finish it off I'll do the Wagyu NY Strip with grilled asparagus. And to wash it down I'll have the 21 DRC and some water on the side."

The waiter quickly jotted it down, "And would you like the 3 oz, 6 oz or 9 oz?"

Alan mused for a moment like he was testing his stomach before he spoke, "Let's go with the 9 oz."

The waiter nodded as he wrote that down, "And how would you like it prepared?"

Alan answered, "Between Rare and Medium Rare is fine."

The waiter nodded before turning to me as I realized I barely had time to REALLY look at the menu before speaking, "Same."

The waiter nodded and walked away before Alan leaned back smirking, "Guess, now is a good time to start."

I nodded, "Alright."

Alan looked at me putting on his stoic face as he spoke, "Guess, the obvious first is what are your intentions with Laoise and Aisling now that they're infatuated with you."

I rose my eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Alan tilted his head back indicating Laoise and Aisling, "Them." He looked at me flatly, "I already know what THEY want. I want to know what YOU want. I. E. What are your intentions for them?"

I squinted, "Meaning, do I plan on marrying them?"

Alan kept his stoic face as he spoke flatly, "Sure."

Now it was my turn to go silent as I silently thought about it.

Did I REALLY want to MARRY either of them?

Something inside me told me a resounding 'NO'.

If I didn't want marriage, for whatever reason, what did I want?

I honestly had no clue what I wanted.

I finally sighed as I looked at Alan, "Honestly, I hadn't thought that far ahead, yet."

Alan rose his eyebrow, speaking flatly, "Meaning, you're not ready for marriage?"

I chuckled, "I highly doubt you'll let me marry BOTH of them," I flicked my chin in the direction of the girls indicating Sophia, "not when I have my 'thing' with Sophia going."

Alan lightly turned his head to look hopefully catching I was indicating Sophia before looking back at me flatly, "That is a problem."

I rolled my eyes as I spoke, "You don't know the half of it."

Alan looked at me flatly, "Then explain it to me. So I DO understand."

How much do I tell him?

Do I tell him I have MAGICALLY enhanced 'gifts' and those 'gifts' have turned my life upside down to where any modicum of 'normalcy' isn't in the cards for me?

Sure as fuck wouldn't be in my situation right now if I didn't have those gifts.

Hell, I'm pretty sure NONE of this would be happening WITHOUT those 'gifts'.

I highly doubted I'd be in my weird relationship with Sophia. Doubt Holly would have ever happened.

I'm pretty sure Melanie and Alison would have given me a ticket when they caught me speeding instead of turning it into a date with Melanie and Alison becoming my hypno slave.

Pretty sure, Jeanette would probably still be with her boyfriend... and living on the streets with Ashley. Or at least living in her car, more than likely still single after learning about dipshit cheating.

Never would have a chance with Gale.

And I SURE AS FUCK would have NEVER converted Laoise OR Aisling. Pretty sure if that night happened WITHOUT my gifts I'd probably be Aisling's personal toilet instead of sitting here in front of Alan negotiating whatever we were currently negotiating.

But no, in a weird twist of events I was in a whirlwind life that NO ONE would believe.

Maybe I should write up my crazy life and send it into some erotic magazine or online forum for people to read.

I looked at Alan, "I can't. And I mean no disrespect or anything like that but I can't tell you or even explain it without sounding crazy." I leaned forward, "All that you need to know is that there's something 'special' about me that I think I've proven to you."

I leaned back, "And that 'specialness' about me makes things like 'marriage' kind of difficult, period." I shrugged, "Now, I'm not saying I DON'T want to marry Laoise OR Aisling," I chuckled, "Hell, I doubt you would ALLOW me to marry both." I chuckled more, "And I highly doubt any minister or priest worth their salt would ALLOW a dual marriage without it conflicting with their faith." I waved towards Sophia, "Then there's Sophia and frankly ALL the OTHER women in my life that you don't know about that would make," I held up my fingers air quoting, "'marriage' or at least a traditional marriage fucking possible without breaking it on day one." I looked at him, "So what you're asking of me for commitment I can't provide." I waved at Laoise and Aisling, "And I can't promise THEY won't go back to DeShawn or Devin," I smirked, "though if they did their relationship wouldn't last long."

Alan rose his eyebrow, "Oh trust me when I say this, THEY have already 'tried'."

I blinked, "Excuse me?"

Alan sighed as he momentarily looked back at Laoise and Aisling before addressing me, "After your departure, before I walked in, BOTH Laoise and Aisling were fornicating with DeShawn and Devin."

I leaned forward, "They were?"

Alan nodded, "Yep."

I blinked, "What happened?"

Alan shrugged, "Just that I caught them mid-sex before basically Laoise and Aisling were obviously frustrated for both the interruption and their beau's performance. I'm quoting here 'Not Performing nearly as well as," he pointed to me, "you'." He sighed, "Needless to say Laoise was VERY vocal about DeShawn's lackluster performance while slamming the door on my face." He looked irritated, "As I got to hear some more performance and her becoming more and more irate with DeShawn before a fight ensued and him storming out calling her various names including threatening to both sue and report her in the papers."

I blinked as Alan shrugged, "I have nearly all the audio so I don't think DeShawn will follow through without ruining his career," he looked at me, "what's left of it anyways."

Alan sighed, "As for Devin," he shook his head, "it seems Aisling was also irritated with his performance as well though a little more quiet during Laoise's vocal show that I'm pretty sure both floors heard." He smirked, "At least he left more quietly."

I looked back at Laoise and Aisling before looking at Alan as I hooked my thumb at them, "Is that why they've been giving me 'Fuck Me' eyes?"

Alan rose his eyebrow as his face went stoic, "Excuse me?"

I suddenly realized my faux pas as I just asked a DAD if his DAUGHTER was giving me 'Fuck Me Eyes'.

Yeah not my PROUDEST moment.

I held up my hands as I amended, "You know what I mean! Again, NO offense!"

Alan remained silent for a few minutes just looking at me, long enough to where the waiter brought our food and poured us our 'DRC', which turned out to be wine.

Alan immediately smiled once the food was brought out, instantly changing moods, "AH!!!" as he sniffed at the meat in front of me he smiled at me, "You're in for a treat!"

I lightly looked over to see the waiter also brought out food for Sophia, Laoise, and Aisling.

The moment I looked over both Laoise and Aisling noted me looking at them as they lightly waved at me before 'adjusting' in their seat and open their legs revealing their uncovered pussies and finishing the combo by blowing me a kiss.

I felt my face heat up as I looked back at Alan and awkwardly chuckled, "Looks good!" before I finally looked down at the 'meat' seeing Wagyu was steak and that DNC was wine.

What I questioned was what the HELL 'sashimi' was and the ONLY thing I could compare what was in front of me was sushi.... and not from what you see at the gas station.

I lightly poked at the sashimi as it looked like a 'build-it-yourself' sushi platter.

I finally looked up at Alan who was already pouring soy sauce into a small bowl and using his chop sticks to mix whatever green blob was on the plate into the small bowl.

I HAD to ask the 'stupid question(s)' as I pointed to the small bowl, "What's that?"

Alan looked up at me and looked at me questioningly, "It's wasabi with soy sauce."

I looked down at the small green blob and went in my head 'OOOOOO! That's what Wasabi looks like!'

What?

YES... I've had 'chinese' as I've ordered chinese food MULTIPLE times.

I've just never gone to an boujee 'authentic' asian restaurant.

I've heard of wasabi before.... just never seen it.

EXCUSE ME!!!! It's not MY FAULT that our 'chinese' restaurant is run by NON-asians!

I checked with Alan, "Which is the HOTTEST stuff? Right?"

Alan chuckled, "It's fairly hot," he chuckled more, "but not the hottest. There's PLENTY of food out there that's way hotter than this stuff."

I tilted my head, "Then why put it in the soy sauce? And why aren't you mixing ALL of it in your bowl?"

Alan laughed as it suddenly dawned on him, "You've never had Wasabi before, have you?"

I shook my head slowly.

Alan chuckled some more before he finally answered, "It's all about preference. I like a LITTLE bit of wasabi, not too much mind you," he shrugged, "and the soy sauce just cuts the wasabi's bitterness with almost the right amount of salt."

I nodded, "Ok," I looked at the blob before looking up, "And how much do I use?"

Alan smirked as he tried to contain his laughter before answering, "Depends on your level of preferred heat. If you're a beginner I would just use a little dab, maybe about a small pinch of the wasabi. Put it in the small bowl with soy sauce and simply mix." He shrugged, "Then just lightly taste from your stick and first bite of food." He shrugged again, "Then just add more if you want more. Rinse and repeat until you hit that level you enjoy."

I nodded as I looked down for a moment before looking up, "And what's on the rest of the plate?"

Alan rolled his eyes as just another confirmation happened before he pointed to the pink almost orange meat, "This is Maguro, or Bluefin Tuna." He pointed to the pinkish white meat, "This is Salmon," and he pointed to the mostly white 'meat', "And this is scallops."

He picked up one of the small bluefin cuts and spoke as he dipped the meat into the small mixture, "You want to lightly dip the soy sauce wasabi mix with your meat. Don't drown it but long enough for the meat to absorb some of the mixture. Then," he popped the meat into his mouth with a smirk as he pushed the meat into his cheek, "and eat it."

I nodded, "Right."

I looked down and followed his instruction as I poured a good amount of soy sauce into the empty bowl provided. Used my chop sticks to lightly pinch at the wasabi blob. Mix the wasabi into the soy sauce.

Grabbed my first cut of meat, the bluefin tuna, and lightly stirred the meat into the soy sauce mix before popping it into my mouth and began chewing.

Hmmmmm.....

Not bad.

The soy sauce, which I've had PLENTY of times, mixed well with the meat, which I assume was tuna. The wasabi wasn't as 'hot' as I was expecting.

I did another small pinch as I rinsed and repeated the 'process' as I mixed the wasabi in then grabbed another cut of meat, lightly stirred the mixture with the meat before popping into my mouth.

Now I was tasting the wasabi as it had that almost 'nice' burn.

Between the uncooked meat, which FYI was seriously throwing me off, and the soy sauce/wasabi mixture it actually blended very well together.

I was 'half' tempted to do another pinch but refrained from doing so.

I ate the last remaining tuna before moving onto the salmon and woofed those down fairly easily. The scallops on the other hand was almost too slimy to grab from chop sticks and almost had to use a fork but I got it done.

The scallops absorbed the mixture the most and the wasabi gave the most flavor out of everything in my personal opinion.

I finally picked up the wine and took my first 'sip' as I actually tasted various 'notes' to the wine before I looked at the bottle as my eyes went off.

Bottle

Name: Domaine De La Romanee-Conti Richebourg

Type: Alcohol (Red Wine)

Age: 2021

Rarity: Common

Cost: $3,500

Flavor Notes:

Dark Cherry

Raspberry

Rose Petals

Various Spices

I blinked as so much information flooded into my brain and realized that there was a difference between the DRC and the bottle of bourdon from earlier as this time it actually told me flavor notes of the wine.

Was it because I had just drank the wine that I was seeing the flavor notes?

I decided to 'test' the waters and I spoke, "Is that dark cherry I taste?"

Alan froze as he looked at me before squinting, "Yes."

I smacked my lips before speaking, "And raspberry?"

Alan squinted more, "Yes."

I smacked more before adding, "And rose petals?"

Alan nodded slowly before curiously speaking, "Are you tasting ALL that?"

I shrugged, "I think." I smacked my lips before looking at him, "I think that's what I'm tasting," I looked at him, "hence why I'm asking."

Alan looked at me incredulously, "Are you telling me you're a super taster?"

I looked at him, "What's that?"

Alan chuckled with a smirk, "Someone who can TASTE everything more accurately," he shrugged, "usually sommelier."

Huh?

Was that even a word?

I tilted my head, "What's a sommelier?"

Alan chuckled, "Wow you REALLY don't know anything do you?"

I looked at him flatly, "I worked for Nozama. Does it LOOK like I can afford," I held up the glass, "something that costs me three months of rent?"

Alan chuckled, "Alright," before he tilted his head, "But I thought you just came into some money?"

I scoffed, "Does it look like I've elevated to," I pointed to my plates, "this?"

Alan chuckled, "Fair." He smirked, "So how is your steak?"

Guess that means I'm cutting into the 'steak' called 'Wagyu' thinking 'It's just steak!' before popping in the first bite.

Now normally I would prefer my steak more medium as I really don't like my meat 'moo'ing at me. But seeing how I didn't know Wagyu was STEAK other than knowing 'How would you like it prepared?' should have been a big tip off but I swear the menu almost looked like it was written in 'expensive-ease' or something as the only words that made sense was what was on the side dishes and salads.... if only barely.

It doesn't mean that I don't eat steak with the minimal searing this went through but I still lightly chewed.

Then something happened...... and made me blink.

The meat almost fucking dissolved in my mouth and left a nice rich buttery tang that was almost indescribable.... almost.

WHAT THE FUCK???

Is THIS why Wagyu is so hard to find?

Sure as hell don't see wagyu at the store when I shop.... when I actually shop instead of ordering out all the time.

I didn't hesitate as I ignored Alan and looked at the waiter as I rose my hand waving him down.

The waiter quickly walked up seeming concerned, "Is there something wrong sir?"

I spoke pointing to the steak, "Can I get another one of these?" I pointed to the empty plate of sashimi, "And a FULL order of this?" I finished my statement as I pointed to the bottle, "And another one of these?"

Then I quickly added as I pointed to Sophia, "Oh and whatever she ordered," I looked at the waiter, "ALL to go please?"

The waiter blinked before looking at Alan, "Sir?"

Alan chuckled as he waved at the waiter, "It's fine."

Before the waiter could turn and put in my order, "Oh is there ANY way, I can take a look at your wine selection personally," I swayed my head side to side, "for maybe thirty minutes," I smiled at the waiter, "Preferably alone?"

Now the waiter REALLY looked at Alan, seeming concerned as even Alan squinted at me, "Why?"

I smiled as I shrugged, "Just to see what else there is."

Alan chuckled, "Guess I can't argue that."

Alan looked at the waiter, "It's fine," he smiled, "where is he going to go?" He waved at the waiter, "Let him back there to," he looked at me, "JUST look. NOT TAKE!"

I laughed, "Of course," I smiled, "to LOOK."

The waiter stepped aside holding out his arm, "This way."

I smiled as I cut a BIG cut of the steak and popped it into my mouth and depositing it into my cheek before popped the remainder in my other cheek instantly making me look like a chipmunk and I did not give two fucks as Alan blinked at me surprised as I spoke through my filled cheeks in defense, "It's fucking GOOD!"

That made Alan laugh as he shook his head smiling.

I pushed away as I grabbed the half glass and proceeded to pound the liquid as I stood.

I noticed that Sophia looked at me and was moving to stand but I motioned with my hands to remain seated, which she did, before I looked at the waiter and tried to smile through my inflated cheeks, "Lead the way!"

The waiter led me to the back near the kitchen as I was led to a room with walls lined with bottles that was about fifteen or so feet deep with criss cross looking like metal fencing made out of wood with bottle necks sticking out.

The waiter spoke, "Here you go, sir?"

I walked in and looked around as I lightly chewed the meat as it dissolved in my mouth.

I spoke, "Cool," I looked at the waiter, "Now if I could be left alone," I smiled, "Please?"

The waiter squinted at me as I added, "I promise I won't take a bottle," I shrugged, "I just want to see what all you have."

The waiter sighed as he spoke, "I'll be right outside," he pointed to me, "I WILL be patting you down when you exit."

I mimed crossing my heart as I held up three fingers, "Scouts Honor."

I guess that sold it as the waiter nodded and turned leaving the room as he closed the door.

The moment the door closed I quickly looked around to make sure there was NO cameras but alas there was a camera at the door looking down.

Sigh.

Oh well, I'll just keep my back to the camera as I put the bottles in my inventory, copy it, and put it back.

Now.... which ones were the MOST expensive!

I started pulling bottles as my eyes fed information into my head.

I stopped as I found the seven most expensive bottles.

Bottle

Name: Dom Perignon Rose Gold

Type: Alcohol (Champagne)

Age: 2000

Rarity: Uncommon

Cost: $46,850

Bottle

Name: Domaine De La Romanee-Conti

Type: Alcohol (Champagne)

Age: 1983

Rarity: Uncommon

Cost: $72,000

Bottle

Name: Domaine De La Romanee-Conti

Type: Alcohol (Red Wine)

Age: 1999

Rarity: Uncommon

Cost: $59,000

Bottle

Name: Dom Perignon Rose

Type: Alcohol (Champagne)

Age: 1959

Rarity: Rare

Cost: $100,000

Bottle

Name: Chateau Lafite Rothschild

Type: Alcohol (Red Wine)

Age: 1959

Rarity: Rare

Cost: $120,000

Bottle

Name: Domaine Leflaive Montrachet Grand Cru

Type: Alcohol (White Wine)

Age: 1993

Rarity: Uncommon

Cost: $22,000

Bottle

Name: Jean-Claude Ramonet, Montrachet Grand Cru

Type: Alcohol (Chardonnay)

Age: 2018

Rarity: Uncommon

Cost: $27,500

I was happy each bottle only took less than a few minutes per bottle.

So I got greedy and put in some more of the less expensive bottles but made sure I kept the price over $1,000 as I added another almost three dozen bottles, mostly red wine but a few white wines, a few rose, and a few champagnes. Each bottle was worth between $1,000 and almost hit the $20,000 mark.

I was actually quite impressed by how many bottles of wine they had as I counted roughly 2-300 bottles along the walls in the criss-cross wooden design. Then there were at least 6 dozen boxes pinned against the back though most of those didn't break over $4,000.

I made sure when I copied each bottle to keep my back to the camera at the door and 'tried' to keep my shirt's movement to a minimum when I copied each bottle.

Why a restaurant would need so many expensive wines was beyond me but I wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe the restaurant catered to the elite and big winners only as I didn't see a SINGLE price tag on ANY of the menu items.

That or they HAD to have a way to sell all this expensive alcohol.

I lightly mused if they had expensive WINE did that also mean they had expensive ALCOHOL?

I shrugged as I probably wasted too much time and I was probably hitting the 30 minute mark anyways as I should get back to Alan to finish my 'discussion' with him.

I walked up to the door and opened it seeing the waiter casually playing on his phone while standing against the wall.

The moment the door opened the waiter put his phone back in his pocket as he turned to face me, "Alright, spread them?"

I sighed as I held up my arms allowing the man to pat me down making sure I wasn't hiding a bottle. I didn't fault him as he was only doing his job.

After he confirmed I wasn't hiding anything he lightly looked around the room idly scanning it but between me not having anything on me and the room looking pretty much the same when I entered he determined there was no foul play.

Not that he was aware of anyways.

After the pat down the waiter escorted me back to the table where Alan was quietly waiting AND there was a decent sized bag sitting on the table.

I walked up semi confused looking at the bag sitting on the table as I pointed to it in which Alan calmly smirked, "Your to go order."

I nodded as I spoke, "Ah!"

Before I sat down I gingerly opened up the bag to see half a dozen unique to-go containers and a fresh bottle of DRC wine with a small baggie with cork screw. I mused nodding at the bag before gently picking it up and setting the bag next to me while I sat down.

Alan waited for me to be fully seated before he spoke, "Did you find everything you wanted to see in the wine cabinet?"

I smiled as I nodded, "Yep." I chuckled, "I had NO IDEA they had so many wines." I leaned forward, "Out of curiosity would you happen to know WHY they carry so many expensive bottles?"

Alan rose his eyebrow, "How would you know they're expensive?"

I shrugged, "Just the look, I guess."

Alan looked at me for a moment like he was testing the waters, "How expensive would you say the bottles were. out of curiosity?"

I spoke, "More than my rent, I know that."

Alan rose his eyebrow before I added, "I worked for Nozama, I'm familiar with 'NORMAL' bottles of wine," I pointed to where I came from, "THOSE are NOT 'NORMAL'."

Alan smirked and nodded like that answer was sufficient enough to warrant no further questions. Alan licked his lips, "Then let's return to our original discussion regarding your intentions with Laoise and Aisling." He resumed putting his facial features stoic as he spoke flatly, "So what is it?"

I slouched as I slightly grumbled already hating this as I really didn't know how to answer this stupid question. I shook my head as I threw out an 'answer' hoping it was enough, "Can't we just be, I don't know, on paper," I held up my fingers air quoting, "'engaged', but behind closed doors we're not or something like that?"

Alan's mask slipped a little bit as his eyebrow rose for half a moment before it went back to being stoic, "Elaborate what you mean."

I perked up before squinting trying to remember what I just said because I threw it out not really paying attention.

Took me a moment before I re-worded it so it made sense, "So, like, in the public eye we," I waved at myself and the girl's, "are engaged and we look like the 'perfect couple' but behind closed doors there's our secret, I'm fucking BOTH of them AND I have my little network of women." I held up my finger, "Again, on paper I'm your perfect man. Just in the public eye."

Alan was silent for a moment long enough to make me worry my version was too stupid to even consider as I began to sweat. Finally, after a long silence to where I started hearing my heart beat, Alan spoke, "So on 'paper'," he smirked at that word for some 'odd' reason that suddenly made me be EXTREMELY concerned, "your either girl's perfect beard but behind closed doors they're what to you? Play things?"

I shrugged, smirking, "I was thinking concubines."

Alan now sarcastically spoke, "So much better!"

I leaned forward smirking, "Would 'Mistress' be better?" I snapped my fingers, "OOO! I know," I smirked at Alan, "FUCKTOY!" I dramatically looked up tapping my finger against my lips as I loudly mused on purpose, "Wait! That's more offensive."

Alan squinted, "Now you're being a smartass."

I scoffed, "You're the one throwing 'beard' around." I shrugged, "I figured using like terms was called for."

Alan spoke flatly, "Beard is an accurate description for what you're suggesting."

I leaned forward smirking, "So is concubine."

Alan looked at me showing some ire before I sighed looking at him, "Look, like we 'agreed' I," I used my fingers miming air quotes, "'discussed' with Laoise and Aisling about their relationships with DeShawn and Devin," I shrugged, "and they agreed to be my concubines to my ever growing harem." I leaned forward pointing at him, "You're the one wanting MORE wanting to know my 'intentions' to your offspring," I waved my hand openly, "well there you go. That's my intention." I leaned back smirking as I folded my arms, "You got what you want I got what I wanted." I waved my hand towards Laoise and Aisling, "And they got to have their fun," I nodded, "Trust me those two fucking wore me out!"

Alan looked at me, "You just shoot your mouth off not caring, don't you?"

I tilted my head, "Unless you want me to give you the blow by blow events," I sarcastically added, "uh, YEAH!" I eyed, "I think we're WELL past niceties, don't you?"

Alan squinted before pinching the bridge of his nose as he mumbled something before looking at me flatly, "Seeing how you mentioned 'on paper' I imagine you'd agree to signing a contract to be their proper 'beard' on paper?" He smirked, "Granted there would be some provisos and metrics you'd have to meet in order for me to agree to your conditions."

I leaned back squinting at him, "As long as you agree to my conditions before I agreed to discussing with your daughter and granddaughter."

Alan rose his eyebrow as he spoke flatly, "Fucking them senseless wasn't enough payment for what I'm asking."

I looked at him flatly, "Yeah, no offense, but they look like high maintenance than what I'm accustomed to." I leaned slightly as again both women caught me looking at them as they seductively smiled at me, adjusted to face me and opened their legs revealing their uncovered pussies, then finishing by blowing me a kiss. I rolled my eyes as I straightened and looked at Alan flatly, "And possibly needy."

Alan visibly acquiesced as he chuckled and tilted his head slightly to one side as he spoke, "Fair."

I leaned back smirking, "Besides, I believe someone agreed to triple when they agreed to me discussing with their daughter and granddaughter."

Alan squinted probably forgetting to agree to triple though we NEVER agreed to what 'that' meant. But if he wanted to add provisos and metrics to them being my concubine then I wanted some 'favors'.

Finally after a moment of him squinting at me and me smiling like an idiot he finally sighed, "Fine, let's hear your 'wants'."

I looked at him, "Let's hear your provisos and metrics before I ask for my wants."

Alan smirked, "Let's have a lawyer present to jot those down."

I blinked as I grunted, "Huh?" As Alan looked over at the man that had been quietly sitting in front of his laptop, probably waiting for this moment, as I looked at him and he finally got up with said laptop and walked over to the table.

The moment the man sat down Alan spoke, "Reece," he held out his hand towards the man, "this is MY personal lawyer Peter Zimmerman," he smiled at me, "he will lay out a proper contract for us to agree on regarding you courting Laoise."

I looked at Peter and my eyes confirmed the man's name, along with a few other bits of information that seemed fairly standard to me.

I looked back at Alan and rose my eyebrow, "Or Aisling, seeing how she is closer to me in age."

Alan spoke flatly, "Trust me you WANT Laoise for the perks."

I rolled my eyes as I sighed and grumbled, "Whatever." I leaned back, "Let's hear your provisos and metrics."

Alan nodded as he looked at Peter, "You ready to jot down the metrics?"

Peter rested his hands on the laptop before nodding to Alan in which Alan smiled as he looked at me, "First, I can't have your current status being a simple peon for a logistics company. Would look bad for not only Laoise but for the Schwartzmann name."

I looked at him, "EX employee, but ok, I agree." I flicked my chin at Alan, "What's your metric then?"

Alan smirked, "I suggest attending my alma mater Yale with a focus on getting your masters in business and pledge Bones society."

I scoffed, "I'm pretty sure college education wove bye bye to me a while ago," I rolled my eyes, "besides like I can afford," I drastically shook my head side to side being sarcastic, "Yale with the yuppies." Then I added, probably the first point I should have went with, "Besides I doubt they'll accept my dumb ass. My LSATs sucked and my GPA in school barely broke 2.6."

Alan smirked, "Let me worry about your acceptance to Yale. And of course, your tuition. I suggested it, I should cover it," he pointed to me, "all you have to do is agree."

I rose my eyebrow, "You help accept a few friends and cover a modest living arrangement and I agree."

Alan nodded, "Done, just give me a list."

I looked at Peter, "You get that?"

Peter didn't look up as he only held up a thumb to tell me yes.

Alan looked at me, "I'm not too happy that you have your little friend Sophia if you're Laoise's beard," he folded his arms, "let alone also fucked Aisling," he looked down, "and you admitting your plethora of women. How do I best handle this? Hmmmmmm....."

After a moment he looked at me, "I want you to break things off with everyone and be with ONLY Laoise and Aisling," he flicked his thumb at Sophia, "I'll allow Sophia too," he pointed at me, "but that's it."

I chuckled, "Fat fucking chance," I flicked my chin at Alan, "try again."

Alan sighed as he pursed his lips moving them to one side for a moment before looking at me, "I get FULL approval of ALL your women, including WHO you ADD."

I slowly shook my head smirking, "My last name isn't Schwartzmann so that's a big fat no."

Alan sighed before looking at me, "Then you MUST wear a condom for EVERY session for EVERY woman you bed AND do weekly STD tests BEFORE you fuck Laoise or Aisling."

I chuckled, "So you want me to agree to weekly STD tests?"

Alan nodded.

I smirked, "And wear condoms?"

Alan nodded again.

I shook my head smirking, "Yeah that's not happening," I held up my finger, "But I will be nice and do a STD test ONCE every three months, IF I get consecutive negative results three times in a row then I'll go once a year." I folded my arms, "You REALLY want to make sure your daughter and granddaughter are clean, make them do the weekly STD tests, not me. The moment they come up positive, then you can test me immediately. IF I come up positive for an STD then we can revisit this particular topic. IF I REMAIN clean, then your daughter and granddaughter will have to explain them breaking," I waved at Peter, "whatever their contract is."

I smirked, "IN FACT, I want a say in THEIR contracts to ME."

Alan looked at me as I smirked, "Come on if I'm tying myself to them the least you can do is allow me some feedback on THEIR contracts."

Alan squinted for a moment before he spoke, "Fine!"

I rose my eyebrow, "To which part, the STD or my approval in their contract?"

Alan squinted again, "Both."

I looked at Peter, "Get that?"

Again, Peter gave a thumbs up without looking up from his laptop.

I looked at Alan, "Next!"

Alan was quiet for a moment, "Any child birthed by Laoise or Aisling, seeing how they're not married to you, will carry the Schwartzmann name not yours."

I chuckled, "Fine with me," I pointed to Alan, "and seeing how they'll have the Schwartzmann name the children will have round the clock nanny's so I can continue pumping babies into them."

Alan squinted before sighing, "Fine," he pointed to me, "Any other child by any of your little harem are your responsibility."

I laughed, "Agreed."

Alan spoke, "After you graduate, I want you working at ANY company I choose so you know everything before I name you CEO to said company."

I sarcastically spoke, "Oooooo, you twisted my arm!" I rolled my eyes before looking at Alan, "That's a no brainer, of course I accept that." I shrugged, "Unless, say, Laoise or Aisling ixnay that particular item OR the job KEEPS me from my duties to my harem INCLUDING fornicating with Laoise and Aisling then it's automatic voiding."

I pointed to Peter, "Make sure the language says that," I pointed to Alan, "IF Alan chooses a company where my time is say 35% free to interact with Laoise, Aisling, any of my harem women and or children, then it voids everything agree and I'm free to do whatever I please."

NOW, Peter looked at Alan, "Sir?"

Alan looked at me before looking at Peter, "That's fine."

I snapped my fingers, "OOOOO, add IF I suddenly outweigh his current gross in net income then I'm free to do whatever I damn well please."

Alan automatically spoke, "Sure." He pointed at me, "But if you do THEN you have to do certain things."

I flicked my chin at Alan, "Like what?"

Alan shrugged, "Proper living trusts, even splitting between Laoise, Aisling, and any Schwartzmann children BEFORE any KNIGHT children. They come first." He looked at me, "Then a proper last will and testament," he hooked a thumb at himself, "that I word."

I held up a finger, "See you had me UNTIL you said YOU control the wording of my last will and testament." I looked at him flatly, "I want to control my OWN last will thank you very much."

Alan squinted, "But you agree to everything else?"

I chuckled, "Sure."

Alan spoke, "60/40 split. 60% of whatever is in your estate goes to the Schwartzmann name, 40% goes to the Knight estate."

I looked at him, "Try 50/50."

Alan sighed and shrugged, "Can't blame me for trying."

I pointed to him, "BUT it ONLY goes to any CHILD I sire," I waved at him, "You already have a living trust for Laoise and Aisling, they can keep that."

Alan looked at me, "Then you get no access to the living trust."

I shrugged, "Fine with me," I looked at him, "I only want SOME perks, not your money," I shrugged again, "I already have money."

I snapped my fingers, "OOOOO, do you have gold bullion?"

Alan blinked, obviously confused, "Yeah."

I looked at him, "Any of it serialized?"

Alan blinked again, still confused, "Serialized?"

I nodded, "Yeah, that's tracked."

Alan blinked a few times before shrugging, "I'm not sure. I think MOST if not ALL of my gold is serialized."

I grumbled, "Well Damn!"

Alan tilted his head, obviously confused, "Why?"

I shook my head, "Just an idle want," I waved at him, "don't worry about it."

I snapped my fingers at him, "But I BET you have loose diamonds that aren't serialized."

Alan blinked more before shrugging as he spoke confusedly, "Maybe, I'm not sure." Again, he tilted his head in confusion, "Why?"

I looked at him before I decided to 'stir' the conversation back, "Nevermind, what else you got for your provisos and metrics?"

Alan looked at me, "That's it, most of my provisos and metrics are spent." He smirked at me, "What do YOU want?"

I shrugged, "Just access to private jets, some unserialized untraceable gold bullion, some loose high carat untraceable valuable gems," I leaned forward smirking, "some property that," I hooked a thumb at myself, "I OWN," I pointed to Alan, "that YOU buy for me," I leaned back and smirked as I pointed to Laoise and Aisling, "and CONTROL of THEIR contracts." My smile turned evil, "Don't worry I'll be nice as I only have a few," I used fingers to air quote, "'provisos and metrics' for Laoise and Aisling to meet if I'm to be their beard."

Alan squinted obviously not liking I was using his words back on him and was silent for a moment before he licked his lips, "How much gold bullion do you want? Same with the stones."

I shrugged, "Just a simple full bar of gold will suffice," I held up a finger, "BUT it HAS to be UNTRACEABLE," I waggled my finger at him, "can't be serialized AND HAS to be 24k or 99.99999999% pure." I looked at him, "As for the stones?" I thought about it for a moment, "Just a small handful of each stone as long as the carat is above 3 and all the other metrics are near perfect quality."

Alan licked his lips looking at me weirdly, "So you only want ONE gold bar?"

I nodded before I held up my finger, "But it HAS to be completely untraceable AND 99.99999999% pure."

Alan nodded, "Right, you did say that." He tilted his head, "Why just one?"

I shrugged, "Maybe I just want ONE bar to say I have one." I smiled, "I've always been fascinated and wanted to hold one."

Alan sighed as he obviously couldn't find any fault in my statement though he probably still questioned 'why' I only wanted ONE bar of gold as I watched him visibly shake his head as he mentally thought 'Whatever!' before he moved onto his next thought, "And the stones?" He tilted his head, "Why do you keep bringing up UNTRACEABLE and UNSERIALIZED? Call me stupid, but as a collector you WANT your stones serialized for tracking that way if it gets stolen it's easily recoverable once said gem pops up. Keeping it untraceable and unserialized is plain moronic."

I smirked, "I have a method to my madness," I shrugged, "Besides I can always have it authenticated and serialized later," I looked at him flatly, "For NOW I want my stones UNTRACEABLE and UNSERIALIZED i. e. no tracking of ANY kind." I looked at him, "And near perfect in all aspects of course."

Alan sighed, "And WHICH gems would you want?"

Now THAT was a good question.

A question I didn't have an answer for.

Luckily I have a cellphone.... connected to the internet.

I pulled up my phone, unlocked it and brought up a search engine. Then I typed 'What are the most valuable stones?' and hit enter.

I smiled once the search engine gave me the top results as I put my cell phone on the table and slid it across the table towards Alan as I spoke, "A few of each of those will be sufficient."

Alan looked at my phone and almost instantly looked up at me, "I'm NOT paying those prices for those stones."

I chuckled, "I didn't say you had to buy the biggest of them all," I smirked, "I just said I would like a few of each stone, preferably loose, that were untraceable and unserialized. Near perfect and preferably over 3 carat." I snapped my fingers, "Oh and natural please." I waved generally, "Not lab grown."

Alan squinted, "Do you have ANY IDEA how HARD it'll be to find a freaking PINK diamond that is natural that HASN'T been set into jewelry? And match all your ridiculous criteria?"

I looked at him, "No," I smirked, "But I BET you're gonna have Taylor go find out for you."

Alan sighed before looking at me, "More than likely."

I chuckled, "Then why does it fucking matter to you?" I waved at him in a shoo-ing gesture, "Just sick Taylor on my request and forget about it until she gets what I outlined."

Alan squinted at me, "Because do you have ANY IDEA how much a freaking pink NATURAL diamond OVER 3 carats that is LOOSE not set in jewelry is going to cost?"

I shrugged as I honestly had NO IDEA the cost so I spoke an honest answer using what little I knew about diamonds from the price quoted for me thus far, "Maybe $360,000."

Alan chuckled before he looked at me flatly, "Try higher."

I shook my head, "$500?"

Alan scoffed, "Try over a mil, easy."

Now it was my turn to scoff, "So? You're like, what, over a few BILLION?" I waved at him, "Over a mil is fucking chump change to you." I leaned forward squinting, "I BET my little 'ask' you will EASILY recoup in less than a week," I leaned back waving again, "So big whoop."

Alan looked at me for a long moment before I added, "Hell I BET Taylor can easily find my ask in like, what, a month if that if she's good." I shrugged, "Me? It'll take me a year or more because I have NO IDEA who to talk to."

Alan chuckled, "Fair."

I spoke, "See!" I waved, "Just have Taylor do all the leg work as I'm sure she only has to make a few calls and can find all the loose gems I'm asking for before the week's end."

Alan smirked, "You might be right."

I looked at Alan, "See, even you admit it."

Alan finally sighed, "Fine." He smirked, "I'll have Taylor acquire your little gold and gem hunt." He moved on, "As for the property, I can't simply buy YOU property that you will OWN as that goes through subsidiaries, LLCs, and NGOs to acquire land and property as they OWN the asset." He shrugged, "It's a complicated process to avoid certain tax codes."

I waved at him, "Then make ME the beneficiary of the LLCs and NGOs that own the property that I want." I looked at him, "It's not like I want ALL your property," I smirked, "Just certain ones from this point moving forward."

Alan sighed again, "Fine." He held up a finger, "But ONLY ones where the ROI makes sense to 'give' to you."

I had no idea what ROI was but it sounded important so I decided to fight it as I shook my head, "No. If I say I WANT it, it goes into my name," I pointed to him, "Not yours."

Alan squinted becoming silent again before I sighed and decided to throw a bone, "Look, I'm not asking for castles or high rises," I stopped and shrugged, "Ok, maybe a joint ownership on high rises," I returned to my original thought, "All I'm asking for is simple properties, possibly super houses or little mansions. Maybe some unique cabins or properties that's unique or unique to me. Something that will allow me to do my thing and have room to grow." I threw another bone, "It won't be many," I swayed my head side to side, "Let's say three, maybe four unique properties tops per year this little arrangement works. If I like the property we can negotiate it and come to an agreement per property I ask for."

Alan mused that idea as he swayed his head side to side before he looked at me, "I guess I can live with that."

I nodded, "That's all I was asking for."

Alan sighed looking at me, "And you want a private jet?" He held his hands open, "I mean I can buy you a private jet," he pointed to me, "But it'll be up to you to maintain it, pay the crew, housing, and all that."

I shook my head, "I said 'access' like I can call you or hell even Taylor and she takes care of my flight needs," I pointed to him, "and you pay for it."

Alan spoke, "AH!" He shrugged, "I guess, I can have Taylor create a sub account just for you and set certain amounts."

I shook my head slowly, "Unlimited. If I want a boeing 747 to 'rent' to take my growing harem on a private holiday," I pointed to him, "you cover the costs of said boeing 747," I shrugged, "And maybe the entire vacay if it's your daughter and granddaughter with any of their children."

Alan sighed, "Fine." He rose his eyebrow, "Anything else?"

I almost said 'No', well no beyond MY wants all that was left was Laoise and Aisling's terms that I wanted to change and control if I was agreeing to all this shit before I snapped my fingers and spoke quickly, "Stocks!" I smirked, pointing to him, "I want Stock tips and suggestions on when Stocks are going to balloon or tank."

Alan scoffed as he sarcastically spoke, "Then bug a politician. They're the only ones that would know when a stock is going to do any of that." He shrugged, "The rest of us just guess at the market."

Hmmmmm..... Politican, huh? I DID have a birthday party coming soon for a Politician.

I kept that thought to myself as I spoke, "But you KNOW when you're going to 'acquire' a company meaning its stocks are going to raise or lower. You can tell me BEFORE it's public knowledge and I can invest in said company."

Alan squinted at me, "You do realize the SCC and various Bureaus will notice that, right? That's Insider Trading, it's a crime."

I leaned back smirking, "Uh huh, and how many 'acquisitions' did you or your company 'invest' in said company then 'acquire' the company to inflate the stocks?"

Alan squinted at me as I probably hit the nail on the head. Or at least he 'knew' that's what his stock broker was doing. Or maybe he was bugging a politician for inside information.

Finally, Alan spoke, "I'll have my broker contact you to become a client and they can manage that for you."

I smiled, "See, was that so hard?"

Alan squinted at me, "I think a tooth extraction would have been better, at least they would have the common courtesy to knock me out before my teeth were pulled."

I smirked, "And you'd still have to deal with DeShawn and or Devin still."

Alan sighed, "Don't remind me."

I smirked, "I guess the only thing left is to go over Laoise and Aisling's contracts to make sure I get what I want," I looked at Peter, "Then I guess my contract will be ready to sign?"

Peter didn't look up as he gave a thumbs up.

I smiled at Alan, "But FIRST, I need to piss!"

I got up as I picked up the take out bag and began carrying it to the bathroom.

Alan stopped me, "Why are you taking the bag with you?"

I stopped and looked at Alan, "I was going to see if the staff wouldn't mind keeping the food warm so it doesn't get too cold seeing how," I waved my hand at the table, "this is taking longer than I thought."

Alan nodded as that made sense.

The moment I walked the corner to head to the bathroom, and making sure there wasn't a camera on me, which I had to wait UNTIL I entered the bathroom, I quickly deposited the bag into my bag of holding and began its copy.

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I walked out of the bathroom and returned to the table to deal with Laoise and Aislings 'contract' which was more verbal agreement than anything else.

Still, I requested Peter draft up a contract.

The FIRST negotiation or agreement was that I become Laoise's beard for any and ALL events where she HAD to be present for moving forward. The ONLY stipulation where I didn't have to go was once school started and I was attending Yale I could be excluded from said event, which Laoise was also excluded.

Second, and this was more for Laoise, was she HAD to start doing speaking functions including being on the news being a representative for the Schwartzmann name as it was her sister's role but her sister was moving towards a more lucrative position.

Third, Aisling could attend events WITH Laoise and myself BUT it was clear that I was LAOISE'S beard but Aisling HAD to attend charity events more often.

Fourth, Aisling had to get a second degree at Yale so she can start the track that Alan had planned for Aisling.

Fifth, and because of MY contract, they would have to start undergoing weekly STD tests. We quickly changed that, like my alteration, if they returned five clean STDs in a row then they moved onto monthly tests and if they returned three more clean tests then it was quarterly.

Sixth, and this was MY agreement, Laoise AND Aisling HAD to be accepted by my ENTIRE current Harem to make sure there weren't ANY conflicts. First up was Sophia in which we 'agreed' that tonight would be their audition with Sophia. If Sophia agreed that they could join my little harem, then they would have to do a meet and greet with Jeanette and Ashley to make sure there weren't any conflicts there.

My BIGGEST problem was because I was currently focusing on Sophia and with all her current enhancements it made sense to me to keep Sophia around me as she felt like my test subject for all my gifts thus far.

And LASTLY, mainly because of Alan, seeing how both Laoise and Aisling had their IUD's removed and me kind of leaving a significant amount of seminal fluid in their wombs there was a HIGH chance they will become pregnant soon.

I tried to use my eyes but for whatever reason it wasn't telling me their 'breeding status' like it had when I fucked women who weren't protected. Which was ODD to say the least so I reasoned that BECAUSE they had freshly had their IUD's removed it would be at least a cycle or two before they were 'breedable' again and by that time my semen deposit would be long dead and out of their system.

So as an addition to my last agreement with Laoise and Aisling, they would accept any 'gift' that I give them and would use said 'gift' without any questions or resistance. I was kind of preplanning in case I decide to give either woman a ring..... or make them drink a Blodmann vial. Or say 'Fuck It' and finally use one of my dolls collars on either of them.

With ALL the agreements made, Peter made a copy of the notes. Made a small contract for Laoise and Aisling to sign, Peter signed as witness and stamped it as a legal document, which I got a copy of their agreements.

Then Peter printed out MY contract. I did a quick scan to make sure it had all the verbiage for each thing we discussed before I signed it. Peter again signed and stamped as witness before both Alan and myself got a copy of said contract.

Alan and I shook hands before he spoke, "I think you have ONE last thing to do before you bed my daughter and granddaughter."

I rose my eyebrow already forgetting before Alan smirked, "Return the alcohol to my suite."

Ahhhh!!!

I awkwardly chuckled, "Right!"

I turned as I draped my arm around Sophia's neck and shoulder as I smiled, "Come on, we have some 'fun' to do." I leaned in and whispered so only Sophia could hear, "And you show me what you can do with your own 'subs'."

I smiled evilly as Sophia looked at me shocked before a slow broad smile was plastered on her face.