Heather Ch. 26

Heather Chapter 26

Back at the Office

As soon as they touched down in Chicago, Heather got a text. She needed to travel to Charlotte for an in-person board meeting. She needed to trust the recruitment and research to the old Crimson Talon. She wished she could feel comfortable delegating as Jordana, who was now in charge in Heather's absence.

After a quick trip to the house, Heather was back on another jet, one that didn't have a fuckfest on it. The difference Tammy made. After a quick check-in at the Ballantyne presidential suite, she was chauffeured to her office in something other than a black Audi.

Betty, acting CEO in her absence, greeted her. Betty's office had a picture of Heather in Moscow with the arrow split in two. A vital issue needed a vote: using AI agents to run the company. It would lay off a lot of people.

In the boardroom, Heather went around the table requesting everyone to give their opinion. A man named John Wolff was pushing the AI. He was not a board member, but a paid advisor. His name made Heather think of the Shadow Pack. He was with the Silver Linings Group. What better way for the Shadow Pack to run the world than through AI?

The board was evenly split about AI. Heather had to cast the deciding vote. She voted it down and afterward told John Wolff their contract was terminated. They no longer needed his services.

Heather and Betty chatted informally in her office, something they should have done before. They were going over expectations and limitations when Tess McGill ran into the office and blurted out, "Are we still on for Magic Mike tonight?"

Tess put her finger to her mouth and said, "Oops, sorry. I didn't realize you had company."

Heather put Tess at ease by inviting herself to join them. Betty and Tess were going to have a bonding experience with the big boss over a cock-fest. What could be better?

With Heather, they got a chauffeured limo ride to see penis. Not something one could write home about, but it was nice. Inside the club, it was comfortably full, but not packed. They were limiting people coming in. People who drive up in a limo say, "money," so they are never refused.

The girls got comfortable and ordered drinks. Two rum punches and a cognac with a water back. They watched the dancers get naked and pranced around the room with their big swinging dicks. Some of the ladies in the room were licking whipped cream off the dancer's dicks. Some were sucking the cock, but all the dancers had cock rings to prevent them from cumming, which could ruin their night.

When a dancer came over to their table, Betty and Tess looked to Heather for a sign of what was expected. Heather didn't look back; she had a large black dick in her mouth, breaking about a half dozen unwritten Charlotte laws and taboos.

With that, the ladies sucked off whipped cream off of a few dancers' dicks. They went on their way as they watched women of various shapes, sizes, and ages suck cock from 18 to 80.

Then the guy with the biggest dick in the group was swinging it in front of their table. He was proud, with his hands behind his head, taunting the women. "Can any of you women handle this?" He must have had 12 inches.

Heather motioned the fucking smart-ass over. She got all 12 inches in her mouth. Women at neighboring tables were watching. She sucked his head, played with his balls, and tainted him. He came in her mouth despite the cock ring to prevent it.

Heather let the girls witness the cum in her mouth before she swallowed it. The dancer's dick went limp, and the cock ring slipped off and went to the floor. It was dark as the dancer went to the floor to search for it. He could not see where it had rolled. The star attraction was done for the night.

Heather excused herself. Betty and Tess wondered if this goddess with the bow was Wonder Woman, aka Diana incarnate. The texts from Arham placed her closer to Ishtar, or Inanna as she was originally called.

Heather came back and told the ladies, "Let's take this party back to my suite."

They didn't question the boss. They went back in the limo. The ladies sat on the sofa, and Heather asked if they were hungry; they could order from room service. They ended up getting a meat-and-cheese board to snack on.

The ladies were curious why Heather ended the long-lasting contract with Silver Linings. Heather told them it was a "gut feeling" but didn't elaborate on the werewolf aspect.

After they talked and munched they was a knock at the door. It was a Magic Mike dancer, one who would do more than dance. Heather said, "Did somebody order cock?" Recalling the time her mother made such an order to Jimmie B.

Tess, a little tipsy, blurted out without thinking, "The Order made an order," and suddenly stopped herself. Betty shook her head as if to say don't mention the Order, while also thinking what HR rule Heather hadn't violated. It did not go unnoticed by Heather, who pretended she missed it.

Maurice, the dancer, moved about and stripped for the ladies. Waving his dick in their face made it easy to break down barriers. Each took their turn sucking on his cock. It should be fine; after all, Heather sucked a guy off in the club. Heather kicked back and watched, evaluating the aptitudes of her employees. Who could deep throat? Who sucks balls? Anyone stick a digit in the dump?

Maurice told the ladies, "I can lay down for you, if you need a place to sit." He gently rubbed his mustache.

Tess was an immediate "Yes."

With Maurice on the floor, Tess removed her clothes and planted her strawberry blonde pussy on his face. Maurice stuck out his tongue and licked whatever was in front of him, while breathing through his ears.

Seeing a long shaft sticking straight up, Betty decided that was the other place to sit. She likewise stripped and sat on Maurice's dick, getting most of it in her. Heather took note: No more than nine inches for Betty.

Tess was making noise rubbing her pussy all over Maurice's mouth, tongue, nose, and chin. Whatever happened to be in that region. Tess came a couple of times in his face. Heather noticed Betty wasn't getting full enjoyment and suggested the girls swap places.

They followed their CEO's advice. Betty was more comfortable on Maurice's face, allowing her pussy to be serviced. Tess had no trouble with the large cock. She moaned and screamed as she mounted him. His dick felt good inside of her. It seemed it had been a while since these women had any stress relief. Heather was just what the doctor ordered.

Tess screamed some more when she felt filled up. A large load spilled out as she got up. Heather got some toilet paper and cleaned up Maurice's dick, lifting it and wiping it off. After she cleaned it, she gave it a big "thank you" kiss. Betty had come a few times on her mustache ride.

They all got dressed as Heather tipped and thanked her big dick dancer. After they sat down and were all relaxed, Heather addressed Tess, "What did you mean by the Order making an order?"

Tess was not a good liar, cold sober. She stammered, " Ah, nothing, it was just an expression. An old Southern thing. I didn't mean anything, really."

Even Betty had to laugh at her attempt. She chose her words carefully. "We knew Frank was part of some Order, and we assumed that you, as his wife, were a member too."

Heather knew Betty was hiding something. "You can do better than that."

Betty clarified, "Yes, we knew Frank was in the Order of St. Michael and suspected you were trained by them when we saw your crossbow action in Moscow."

Heather then asked, "Did St. Michael train you?"

Tess blurted, "No, we are part of the Crimson Talon."

Betty didn't want to go there, but since Tess did, "We were really confused when we saw you together with Sofia Falcone. We didn't know what to think or say. Sofia gave us the go-ahead."

"How many more are Crimson Talon?" Heather asked.

"There are a dozen or so of us," Tess said, trying to be helpful.

Heather tried to put them at ease. "There is no more Order of St. Michael or Crimson Talon. We have combined, and I don't know what the fuck we are now, other than we are working together, which is why you saw me with Sofia. In fact, I left Jordana in charge back at home."

"Who is Jordana?" Betty asked.

Heather was taken aback. "Jordana. Jordana Diamond. Sofia's boss."

Tess said, "We didn't know Sofia had a boss. We thought she was the Queen Bee."

Then, out of the blue, she asked Heather, "Are you a vampire now?"

Heather was really fucking confused. "What? Vampire? No. What makes you ask such a thing?"

Betty now spoke, "The last time you were down here, you and the big titted one had two red dots on your neck. They are healed now. Those looked like vampire marks, and you were with a Falcone."

Heather figured the girls were spouting a logical conclusion drawn from urban legend. Heather said, "No. I am not a vampire. I would know it if I was one."

Tess said, "So who are we after now?"

Tess wanted in. Heather was less sure about Betty. Despite that, Heather decided to lay her cards on the table. After all, who could they tell that would believe them?

Heather took a sip of Acqua Panna; she was acquiring a taste, and said, "Sofia has discovered some documents that we had translated. The whole Order versus Talon fight is a distraction. It is a hoax. The organizations are recent, not ancient. The texts mention vampires, claiming they exist, but say little else. Falcones are suspect vampires. It also mentions a goddess with a sacred yoni that can give special powers to those who eat from it. Many young agents believe I am that person. My pussy is constantly being eaten. A shadow group operates behind the scenes, controlling things through influence and advice. They are associated with werewolves. That is why I distrusted Silver Linings' advice to turn our autonomy over to a computer program. I suspect that is how they will directly rule."

Betty said, "That is pretty heavy. What do we do? What is our plan going forward?"

Heather shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me. I have no idea who they are, other than they tend to wear silver. For now, we operate without AI and advisors. Can you guys handle it?"

The girls answered they could, at least for now. They chatted for another hour about what Silver Linings recommended and how to undo the damage they'd done. Betty had some good ideas. As the hour grew late, Heather said, "I need some rest. You guys are welcome to stay here, or I can have the chauffeur take you home."

Betty opted to leave. Tess remained behind and said, "Is it possible for me to lick your pussy?"

They shared a bed, and Heather woke up looking at strawberry blonde hair down at her snatch. She would have some vampire questions for Sofia.