An unlikely combination (closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea and Presley didn’t wake up until ten on Saturday morning. The two of them lazed in bed half asleep until Chelsea remembered that a car was going to pick them up at a quarter to twelve.

“Get up we’re going to be late,” she told the startled Presley. “You make some toast I’ll use the bathroom first.”

“Why do I have to make the toast?” Presley asked.

“Because I need to look my best for Daniel,” Chelsea replied with a pleading look in her eyes.

Presley chuckled and dragged herself out of the bed.

Chelsea climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself clean then used a razor on her legs. She wondered whether to shave her pussy now or later but decided it was better to do it now when she knew she had the time. Being young and blonde her hairs were very fine. She wouldn’t go stubbly by the evening.

Next, she washed her hair then jumped out of the shower and quickly towelled it dry.

The two girls sat down to coffee and toast and, as they ate, Presley grilled Chelsea about Daniel.

“What’s he like?” she asked.

Chelsea thought before answering.

“He’s got a confidence about him but its not arrogance. He tries to treat me as an equal even though he knows i'm not. He’s not an arsehole like the others at the gym. But then I guess he’s made it and he doesn’t need to be. He's very suave too but there's a naivety about him and a vulnerability. You can see he's been hurt. He's cute,” she ended on.

Then Chelsey smiled devilishly.

"Oh and it's my job to corrupt him," she added.

"Huh?"

"That's the deal. I get to be his girlfriend and in return I'm going to introduce him to all the dirty things i get up to."

"Finally, it makes sense," Presley chuckled. "Need any help?"

"I'm counting on it," Chelsea replied. "But you need to understand, he's mine. Ok? Find your own billionaire."

"Ok."

The two girls got ready and for the first time they got an insight into what the other had chosen the previous night. Chelsea had worn quite a short summer dress that showed off her legs, while Presley, unusually for her, had worn something a bit more reserved. Both had purses and shoes that cost as much as a month's salary but girls will be girls.

"I didn't want to upstage you," Presley laughed, "but wait until you see what i've got for tonight."

The limo came at exactly 11.45 and whisked them downtown to Daniel's apartment.

The Grand Penthouse was nothing short of stunning with a stunning view over the city and the Golden Gate Bridge. Presley was amazed but Chelsea wasn't so interested in the view. She wanted to see Daniel. It seemd like so much had happened since they'd left the pier the previous evening.

When she saw him she gave him the biggest hug and sighed into his chest when she did.

"Thank you for everything. I feel like the luckiest girl alive," she whispered to him. Then remembering Presley, she said, "This is my best friend and flatmate Presley. I'm her registered carer. If you remember i told you about her last night."

Presley resisted the temptation to tell Chelsea to 'fuck off'.

"This apartment is absoulutely amazing Mr. Owens. You could fit ours into it twenty times over," she laughed. Then, looking down at her clothes, she continued, "and thank you for all this and everything else that you probably don't yet know that you bought me last night."

Lunch was Sushi. Chelsea had never eaten sushi before. It was popular on the west coast but Chelsea was from Cincinatti and her preferences were mainly meat and carbohydrate based. For such a slender girl Chelsea had always been able to pack the food away without piling on the pounds and the mini portions of delicately presented food were alien to her. That was before having to deal with the chopsticks. Presley on the other hand, having worked for an Asian airline was used to both the food and the cutlery. Chelsea felt embarassed but tried to hide her lack of ability. She picked at the food as the three of them chatted.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was 10 AM when Daniel got his first call, and smiled at the number, it was Trent Parsons.

D: Hello Trent, I am surprised to hear from you so early, how did things go?
T: Well, fine Sir, Mr. Owens, Daniel … except I thought you should know that it ended up being almost $40 thousand

Trent had followed Daniels instructions to the letter, but desinner dresses, shoes, bags, all started at a few to several thousand dollars, and Mr. Owens had requested the garments be packed carefully in Louis Vuitton luggage. Daniel was not surprised, but he did clarify. Not that he really cared, he wanted this to feel special, for the ladies to feel like celebrities.

D: Each or together?

T: Oh together, Mr. Ow…. Daniel

D: (Laughed) Trent I know your store, I know what I asked, I would say the women showed great restraint. Did they have fun, were they smiling and laughing, did they leave happy?

T: Oh yes sir, I think so, I’m quite sure

D: Then you did your job … let me get back to you when I get back and we will make sure we take care of everyone, but for now please pass along my thanks!

He heard the ding of the private elevator, he had received a call from the front desk that Chelsea and Presley were headed up, but had resisted looking at the video cameras wanting to see them in person, and they did not disappoint.

When the girls showed up, Daniel saw the first of his purchases, and allowed himself a moment to look at them from head to toe. As for himself, he was dressed in white jeans and a dark navy button down shirt that both fit his body as if they were made for him. Which they were. He had on navy canvass deck shoes, his was both classy and comfortable.

He could not contain the smile as he looked into Chelsea’s eyes, he had missed her, thought about her 100 times, and somehow slept and showered while resisting the desire to masturbate, and instead save himself for whenever they might be alone. He had awoken with morning wood for the first time in as long as he could remember, and was still shome what hard now, as outlined by his large cock contained within the white denim.

Even in her heels, Daniel was a good six inches taller than Chelsea with broad shoulders, and a body that enveloped hers, as he returned the hug, momentarily lifting her off the ground and spinning her. He had been dying to kiss her since last night, but with Presley there, he enjoyed the hug.

Presley should have seen the smile on Daniels face as Chelsea whispered, “"Thank you for everything. I feel like the luckiest girl alive," He only held her tighter, gently kissing the top of her head, whispering down in words only intended for her, “No the lucky one is me, you look amazing, I hope you enjoyed it.”

He let her go as he was introduced to Presley and laughed at Chelsea’s introduction, as Presley introduced hersel. “You did indeed mention her..” He closed on the beautiful Presley, “Well, for someone in need of such care, you look incredible…”

He gave Presley a wink, and held out his hand. “And that will be the last Mr. Owens, between us, it is Daniel, or even Danny to a select few.” Daniel always had a look of confidence, and his gaze could be intimidating, but in this moment, it was full of mirth, and he tranitioned the hand shake, to lean down and gently kiss her cheek. “I am so glad you could join us, I can see how important you are to her.”

Daniel gave them the grand tour, room after room of elegant and contemporary design. The Grand Penthouse was nearly 7,000 square feet, four bedroom six and an half bath, of unsurpassed luxury and appointments. It was widely considered the epitome of luxury condo living on the entirety of the west coast. Damien even suggesting there was a room for Presley if she ever wanted to stay over, assuming she might want a separate room. That was still one of many conversations ahead for Daniel and Chelsea, pillow talk sharing of ways their relationship migh evolve.

They ended in the casual eating table where the sushi was laid out, and Daniel watched as Presley dug in and Chelsea picked. Daniel turned to Presley, “Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend for a minute?” Daniel smiled at Chelsea while standing and taking her hand, the first time he had used those words out loud in front of another.

He took her just down the hall, ducking into one of the guest rooms, and closing the door to stay out of ear shot. He pulled her into his arms, “First, one kiss, I have thought of nearly nothing else for the past 15 hours.”

He pulled her up, while leaning down, and whether you called it one long kiss or several short ones, he pulled her body into his, and let their tongues play just as they had on the pier. Finally when the broke, he was panting, smiling, “Thank you!” She would find he watched, but tried to never embarrass her. “Is it the food or the chop sticks or is something wrong? But I saw what you did to that burger!…”. He waited, “You don’t have to try something you don’t like, my chef will make what you want? I just want you to be happy.”

He wanted to hear, and he would teach her chop sticks if she wanted, get her a fork or get her an entirely new meal. He wanted her to feel at home, make it her home whenever she wanted. When they went back he made sure Chelsea was taken care of, but then turned to Presley, “I am sure you have questions, go ahead and shoot, and then … I’d love to learn about you?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea enjoyed being the object of Daniel's attention and when they were alone she made sure she showed him, returning his kisses with equal passion. She could see how much he wanted her and she found it a turn on. But with Presley there too, a chef somewhere in the kitchen and what she thought might have been a butler as well, Chelsea knew it wasn't the time.

"I hope Presley's got her own room where we're going," she giggled to Daniel, "because as soon as i get you alone I'm going to show you how grateful i am for last night. It was such a thrill. I hope we didn't spend too much."

The other reason Daniel had taken her aside was to ask her whether she was ok with Sushi. She was hoping she might have got away with it but clearly Daniel had noticed the problems she was having with the Sushi.

"I've just never had it before," she explained. "I know it sounds silly but i didn't eat that kind of thing growing up and, well i haven't since i got to California. As for never using chopsticks, you must think i'm backwards. But I want to learn, I don't want to be an embarrassment to you. Will you teach me another time? When it's just the two of us? In the meantime I could murder a cheese sandwich though."

She offered Daniel her hand and said, "We ought to get back otherwise Presley will start stealing things." Then seeking to clarify her comment she added, "I am joking by the way."

When they got back to the bar area Daniel engaged Presley in conversation inviting her to ask him anything she wanted. Chelsea was curious to see what Presley would ask, if not a little worried.

"I don't really have any questions 'Danny',' Presley began taking the most familiar of the options presented to her. "I read the Forbes article on you a while back so i know a little bit about your past life and well, it's obvious how wealthy you are. But what i'd like to say is this."

Presley paused and Chelsea's heart sank a bit.

"Chelsea’s my best friend and she's the most kind hearted honest soul in the whole world. She deserves more than life has given her but i've never once heard her complain. She seems to have fallen for you and I’m happy if you make her happy but I hope that we can be friends too. Because if I’m honest, I love her and I don’t want to lose my friend completely to you.”

Chelsea felt a lump in her throat.

“That’s not going to happen, is it Daniel,” Chelsea told her friend.

"As for me,” Presley finished. “i'm also twenty five. I'm an air hostess, so i spend quite a bit of time away. I’m single but open to offers. Is there anything else I can tell you?”

 

[Homerun2611]

The kiss had been fantastic, and Daniel loved feeling that Chelsea had wanted the kiss every bit as much as he had. However, her next point, while it should have been obvious, was a detail he had not considered. "I hope Presley's got her own room where we're going," The surprise on Daniel’s face, made it clear, there wasn’t. “Oh God, Jackie set up my plans, and she didn’t know, well, you, nor Presley existed when she did.” Pulling out his phone, he texted his personal assistant, who sent two responses. The first, “You have two women!” And then the second, “Done!“

What wasn’t said was she had enough of this new arrangement. She had cleared the transaction to Niemann’s earlier in the morning, green with jealousy, but she did her job, for now. Daniel listened to her explanation about the sushi and chop sticks, and shook his head. “You would never embarrass me.” He loved her innocence though and her honesty. “I would like you to try the sushi which are teh rolLos or the sashimi, which is just the fish. I think you’d like it, but if you don’t I won’t as again, okay? As for the chopsticks, yes, let’s save them for our alone time…” He winked, “… when we need a break or to rest.”

He took her hand, but pulled her in for one more peck. “I can’t wait for tonight!” As they walked back in and grabbed not only Chelsea’s but his own chop sticks and put them in the sink. He saw the look on Presley’s face, “Would you like a fork too?” He thought he saw a smile almost come out, seeing Daniel had Chelsea’s back.

He hit a button on his phone, meaning Juliana, his chef would soon be joining them. In the meantime he took the small pitcher of soy sauce and poured it into a small. bowl, only to point at teh green pile of wasabi, and look at Chelsea, “Do you like i thot?” He had a little grin, but depending on what she said, he would either take the spicy wasabi and mix it into the dark brown soy to make a mustard yellow, or simply take his fork and pierce the tuna and did into into the salt soy sauce.

“This is sushi grade tuna sashimi, this is my favorite, try it?” He brough it to Chelsea’s lips and waited for the verdict? If Presley were watching she would see how easily Daniel catered to Chelsea, trying to expose her to new things, but caring about her reaction never pushing but always attentive. This was not your normal billionaire.

Suddenly the chef walked in, “Chelsea would like a cheese sandwich please?’ He asked. Juliana was from Paris, a top graduate from the prestigious Le Cordon Bleu. She spoke with a heavy French accent, but did her best, “Of course of course, would the lady enjoy, Gouda, cheddar, Colby Jack Pepper Jack, Swiss?” She stopped thinking for a second, “Sour dough, bagguette, whole wheat, marlbe rye? Oh yes, chilly or toasted?” She was smiling, eager to be of service, but she had just given Chelsea a plethora of options!

As Juliana prepared and delivered Chelsea’s order, Daniel answered Presley. He smiled at her use of Danny, “So, I guess that means we are going to be good friends?” He was smiling, but also trying to understand more about Chelsea’s friend and the two of thier relationship.

Daniel listened, and then smiled patiently as Chelsea answered. “Well there’s your answer.” He stopped and bit his lip. “I can tell you care about her, and she cares about you. I have known her 24 hours, but… I really like her too, really like her.” He stopped and looked a moment at Chelsea. “No, I won’t steal her away, but I do think we are going to enjoy our relationship. I am really curious to see where we go, but well… I’m optimistic. but I hope last night was at least a bit of showing of good faith on my part. I hope I can be friends with you too.”

Daniel wasn’t even sure what being friends with Presley might entail, that would likely be another, perhaps a source of several conversations with Chelsea. Right now their world was their oyster, and perhaps Presley was a very special pearl!
Lastly Presley described herself and Danile listened. “You are a very beautifull young woman, but you know that, don’t you? I am sure there is no shortage of offers, is there?” What he was dying to ask but didn’t was if she was open to men, women or both? But it wasn’t any of his business, at least not yet…

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Presley

Presley had been prepared to be in some way disappointed. Either with Daniel or his circumstances but she had to admit that Chelsea seemed to have picked a winner.

The view from the apartment was stunning and when Daniel and Chelsea had left the room she’d stared out at the city below her.

When they returned it was clear they’d been kissing. Chelsea’s face was a little flushed and she was beaming from ear to ear.

When Daniel asked Presley if she had any questions she’d been a bit surprised and had fumbled an answer. She hadn’t meant to say how much Chelsea meant to her but somehow she had.

Presley wasn’t sure how much Daniel knew about the relationship the two girls had together. Chelsea had mentioned that she’d given him an idea but that was different to be told outright. So when Daniel said to her that he was sure that she wasn’t short of relationship offers she told him that being an air hostess and travelling a lot made relationships difficult, then she added that she was always open to offers though.

All told Presley liked Daniel. Chelsea had asked for her support making his fantasies become reality and Presley had decided that she’d be more than happy to assist. Chelsea had made it clear that Daniel was hers though and that was fine with Presley. She would help her friend out and if Daniel felt like sending any more tokens of his appreciation her way than that was fine too. More than Chelsea, Presley was a material girl.

What did worry her slightly however was whether Chelsea would be too much for Daniel to handle. She looked all cute and angelic but Presley knew that Chelsea had an appetite for sex that many found hard to keep up with. She’d seen her tag teamed by three guys and left like a rag doll by the end, only to be ready to go again half an hour later. It took a special kind of guy to keep up with her and one that didn’t get too jealous either. Chelsea had said something about him not wanting to be exclusive however and so hopefully the jealousy wouldn’t be a problem.

Chelsea

Chelsea tried the Sushi. It was ok. It wasn’t going to change her life, but it was ok. The tuna was nice but she hadn’t been so keen on the wasabi though. That was more of an acquired taste and she tried to hide her reaction to it. Nevertheless, if Daniel liked it then she would learn to.

The melted cheese sandwich on the other hand was to die for. The cheese had such flavour and the bread so full of texture that it was by far the best cheese sandwich she’d ever had.

Chopsticks aside she thought that lunch had gone well. Daniel had been very pleased to see her and he and Presley seemed to get on which was good news. She would check with both of them that that was the case though. Just in case.

 

[Homerun2611]

They were both young enough to be his daughters, one he had known less than 24 hours, the other having just met. Yet he had already spent well over $50 thousand on the two of them, to secure one as his girlfriend, and equip both to fly off with him in a couple of hours for a weekend getaway. it was wild, yet he was all in. He looked at each of them, it was a virtual certainty that he and Chelsea would make love yet today, and far from out of the question that he might in some way bed Presley as well. If he doubted before, Presley’s confession made him certain the two girls were lovers, and that was also a whole new world to him!

He could hot have dreamed of either of their sexual histories or adventures, other than a fairly safe assumption they, despite their age differences, were far more experienced and worldly sexually than he. in truth he didn’t want to know about Chelsea’s past, he liked her, really liked her and so far he was feeling like a young kid, infatuated and wanting to see where this went?

Each of them were evaluating the dynamic in play, but Daniel made no attempt to play up something he wasn’t, and so far he sensed that Presley was at least comfortable enough not to discourage Chelsea, and that was what mattered most. Daniel smiled as Chelsea tolerated the sushi only to savor and devour the cheese sandwich. He gave a nod to Juliana, who somehow even made a cheese sandwich mouth watering.

Their intended departure was 2:45, from the modified flight plan that Daniel had been texted by his pilot. There was weather coming out of the west, and so he had changed their time just a bit. The girls knew the flight time, and he saw as they checked their phones. It was 1:15, and they were 20 minutes from the private area of the SFX airport where Daniel’s Bombardier 8000 was kept. Doing the math, if they were flying commercial they would be late. They were too polite to ask, but he sensed their nervousness. “Don’t worry, I own the plane, we will get to the airport around 2:39 and be right on time okay?”

They finished lunch and he stood up, “So Chelsea wanted a car, I thought we might do a little shopping, unless you two are sick of shopping?” He winked. He guided them back to the private elevator and took one of the only two other options available. The elevator only went to the lobby, the penthouse, the clubhouse which contained the excercise facility, private pool and spa, and the parking garage. Daniel had his own section, accessible only through his personal garage door, it had eight spaces, of which six of them currently held his cars.

”Take a look, they are unlocked and the keys are in them, no one can get in here but me.” Daniel liked cars, but never bought them, preferring to enjoy 24 month leases, and send back for another. He did own three cars, but none of them were here. One was a 63 T-Bird, cherry red and white, one of the only two truly sentimental possessions he had. It had been his father’s baby. Daniel‘s father had passed of Leukemia when Daniel was 15. The car had been cloaked and kept in his mother’s garage until he collected it when he was 22. It still had less than 35,000 miles on it, and Daniel never planned to sell it.

The second was a 1927 Dusenberg, stright out of the Great Gatsby era, Daniel had seen it at auction, fallen in love, and kept it stored at his beach house in the Hampton’s. The last was a bit of a beater, at least in Daniel’s world. He had a ski out chalet in Sun Valley where he loved to ski. Purely for ease he kept an eight year old Range Rover there, that he could put chains on, and haul around anything he might want to build or eat.

Everything here was either a 2022 or 2023 vehicle. There was the Ferrari Spyder he had driven for his dinner with Chelsea. It was canary yellow, sat only two, but was sexy as hell There were two BMW’s an M6, a deep red hard top, and rocket of a car that could handle four but the back seat was cramped for anyone over five foot ten. A 750iL, also a hard top, a babu blue luxury car that sate 5 comfortably. Then there were the fun cars, a forest green Land Rover, a cherry red, Porsche Boxer convertible, and a bright yellow mini Coop Convertible.

Daniel described each car. They were all leased, paid up through the end of 2024, when he would get a new fleet. He looked at Chelsea, “Take your pick, if you don’t like any, we can get whatever you want when we get back.” But then he probably surprised Chelsea even more than Presley when he looked at Presley, “Both of you, you can each have one!”

Soon it was time to head for the airport and the three of them took the same limo that had brought Chelsea and Presley to the apartment earlier. They breezed through the light weekend traffic and were at the small private airport in no time, the limo pulling up almost next to the plane.

The Bombardier Global 8000 was Daniel’s pride and joy. While the plane could be configured to carry as many as 20, Daniel’s was set for 10 passengers, with a living room and private master bedroom and shower. Retailing for a bit over $70 million, it was an engineering marvel. It could fly from New York to Sydney Australia without refueling. Like most private jets, it flew at 55-60 thousand feet, about twice the altitude of commercial air craft, at air speeds of 500 or more miles per hour.

Daniel walked Chelsea and Presley to the four stair stairway, where at the top, Olivia, the flight attendant would give a quick tour. Depending on the day, Daiel would have one or two flight attendants, but with just the three of them, Olivia, was perfect. Up front the captain was Charlie Rivers, and the co pilot/navigator was Cal Thompson. Daniel was certified to fly the plane as well, but rarely did so.

Cal came back, “Daniel the weather has gotten worse, we are going to have to go south, head out over the Pacific and loop around and up behind the storm. The bottom line was the typical 90 minute flight would be closer to two and a half or three hours. All three of Cal, Charlie and Olivia worked for Charlie, solely flying his pain. He quite literally trusted them with his life. “Whatever you need, we’re all set right Olivia’s?” They had a great bar, chilled shrimp and crab, fresh cut fruit, and a cheese and cracker selection. Charlie was sitting in one of the chairs next to Chelsea, with Presley sitting opposite from them, when they felt the plane begin to taxi.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Daniel obviously had a preference for European cars and, excitedly, the girls sat in each of them in turn.

"What do you think?" Chelsea asked Presley when they were alone in the front seats of the big BMW seven series.

"I love the Ferrari but I guess you're going to have that," Presley replied.

"Nobody's having the Ferrari," Chelsea said with authority. "That's Daniel's car. It's the one he chose to impress me with last night."

Chelsea could be quite bossy when she wanted to be and Presley had learned this. Presley didn't mind, she was only here because of Chelsea in any case.

"And i meant of Daniel not the cars?"

"He's nice. I like him. I mean he can be a little on the formal side and his clothes aren't exactly modern but he seems like a nice guy."

"He's my work in progress," Chelsea laughed. "And I guess i'm his too."

"Yeah, we’ll you've got a lot of work to do on the Sushi front."

"Why do people eat that stuff?" Chelsea laughed.

"Apparently they like it in Japan," Presley said sarcastically. "Anyway i like it."

"Good because you're going to teach me how to eat the stuff," Chelsea added adopting her bossy tone again. "Any way given that you can't have the Ferrari what are you going to choose?"

"Well if you don' want it i'll go for the Porsche."

"That's fine.”

“What about you?"

“I’m not sure.”

The BMW M6 was the car of choice for many of the wealthy men and women at the gym where she worked. It was a lovely car and Chelsea would have loved to have seen their faces when she pulled up in the car park next to them. But Chelsea didn't want to be like those people. Of the cars in the garage she liked the Land Rover the most. It was ideal for driving around town, nice and high up but capable of travelling long distances in comfort too.

But if Daniel had meant what he’d said then there was something else she'd rather have had.

Chelsea's father had always been into muscle cars. He was an electrician by trade and all through her childhood she remembered him and his friend working on their cars on the weekends. They were never new but Chelsea's mom had always said that her dad wouldn't have known what to do with himself if he'd ever had a new car.

Chelsea's mom had been pretty when she was younger, she still was now but she'd been really pretty when Chelsea was a kid. Chelsea remembered how she used to sit in the back of her father's Dodge on a Friday evening after he’d finished work and the three of them would go to car meets. Her mom would sit up front in the passenger seat and Chelsea used to look at her and think she was the prettiest woman in the world. Chelsea had inherited much of her mom's looks and her personality. Thinking back on it now Chelsea's mom must have driven the boys wild when she was her age.

When they'd tried all of the cars it was time to make their minds up. Presley's choice was straightforward but as with everything Chelsea seemed to do, it was complicated.

"I love all the cars," she told Daniel. "And if i had to choose one then it would be the Land Rover for sure. But if i could have any car then I'd choose something different. You're probably going to think me a bit of hillbilly but the car of my dreams is a Dodge Challenger Hellcat.

Discussion of bad weather had Chelsea on edge in the car to the airport. She hadn't flown much. Just back to see her parents at Christmas. Presley got free seats from the airline and had offered to take Chelsea to Hawaii for a vacation. But Chelsea knew she couldn't have afforded it once she'd got there and so Presley had gone with some other friends. In fact, other than Christmas, Chelsea hadn't taken any vacation since arriving in California, choosing to work extra time in the gym instead. It wasn't a problem for her though, she enjoyed her job and growing up, her parents hadn't really had the money to go on expensive holidays.

The plane was something out of a Bond movie. It was like a hotel with wings. Daniel knew all of the crew and the conversation between them was relaxed and familiar. He must have spent a lot of time on this plane. Perhaps he still did.

Olivia was a beauty, with her gorgeous legs and great figure. It made Chelsea think on the randomness of it all. Why had Daniel been attracted to her and not Olivia? But then she guessed he’d hired Olivia back when he was married. When things were different. Still, he must have been tempted by her. Most men would be, women too.

Whatever Olivia might have thought about Daniel bringing two young women onto his plane she was politeness itself. She must have known about the last minute change to the manifest, Chelsea thought. She offered them food and a drink but Chelsea politely refused. She was nervous and she really didn’t want to throw up. Especially since she’d already had sushi.

The plane taxi’d out onto the runway. A bong sounded on the tannoy and everyone put on their lap belts. Chelsea felt the plane come to a halt then heard the engines begin to sound. Then the pilot released the brakes and the plane shot forward as if propelled by a slingshot. Chelsea grabbed Daniel’s hand and held onto it tightly.

 

[Homerun2611]

There were clear differences between Chelsea and her friend, there was a newness, freshness to how Chelsea looked at things that Daniel found absolutely enchanting. Presley had clearly seen a few more things, and was, for lack of a better term, materialistic. Yet he liked her too, what he liked most was the way she seemed to have a healthy dose of skepticism toward Daniel, but he took it as purely her desire to protect her friend, perhaps her lover, and Daniel liked that, for he would do exactly the same.

He overheard the discussion regarding the Ferrari, and again, found Chelsea’s statement to be so her. He wouldn’t have minded, if either of them took the car, after all, it was a car, and Daniel could order another, but still, how Chelsea thought about it, pleased him to no end. He needed to be careful, but he was loving every thing about Chelsea, and he could feel himself falling hard.

Presley chose the Boxster which wasn’t surprising, a flashy car for a flashy girl, she would look incredible behind the wheel, although he was sure attracting males and females was not her issue. It was Chelsea’s choice that both surprised him and again delighted him. Everything she did was just so authentic, from their up front negotiation, being honest about their age difference and putting that behind her, and everything since.

He smiled, “The Dodge Challenger Hellcat, well that’s as American as applie pie. We can go and pick one out early next week, but there has to be a story there, why that one?” When he learned he would like it even more. “Were you and your father close?” T

he irony was not lost on Daniel, he was just about old enough to be her father, and there were things where he would likely worry and care for her with paternal feelings, but more he was learning who she was, what was important to her, and what had made her who she was. Chelsea was a simple girl, with an appreciation for things, ambitious in her own way, but also very content in enjoying the moment and not constantly looking for what else?

Daniel tried not to oversell anything, he didn’t need to, the things they would do, the experiences they would share, sold themselves. Yet it was still fun to see things through their, particularly Chelsea‘s eyes. Daniel was proud of his crew, he was particularly close to Olivia. Indeed he had met her when married, and he had been faithful, which seemed funny now.

There was a time when they could have easily been lovers, Olivia had not been overt, but had subtly indicated interest. Olivia was divorced herself, she had a five year old, her first husband had been abusive and Daniel had helped her both legally and in setting up a new life. He paid her nearly 50% above market, but he wanted to help her with the little boy. Over that time, they had become very close, and now while not impossible, he didn’t know if he wanted to risk that friendship by crossing a line into intimacy.

It soon became clear that Chelsea was a nervous flyer, while Presley given her profession, didn’t bat an eye. Daniel leaned over, “I promise it will be okay, I would never put you in harm’s way…” Those were words she could remember and count on, as they evolved. “You know, if you do get scared you can always hop on my lap, you won’t be any safer, but I’ll sure enjoy it more!” He was teasing, hoping to make her laugh.

The plane took off, and once they cleared to 50,000 feet plus, the air couldn’t be smoother. He looked at Presley, “Kinda nice to know there is zero chance of turbulence right?” Olivia was just coming over with his and Presley’s drinks, Daniel was having a 21 year old glass of scotch on the rocks, “Yep, no excuse to ever spill a drop.” Smiling as she elegantly lowered gracefully at her knees to put down their drinks. “The food is on the buffet, help yourselves to whateever you want?”

Daniel got up to have a bit of the crab, but then thought of something. “You want to see something pretty cool, come with me?” He led the two women into the cockpit area, opening the door, and they met both pilots. However, what he wanted to show was outside. Flying at the altitude they flew, they were Near the tip of the atmosphere, and from the cockpit you could see both the darkness of space, but the curvature of the earth. He remembered how marveled he had been the first time he had seen it.

The flight path had taken them south, so nearly to Baja, then 120 miles out to sea, before turning north, it was 5:30 when they finally landed at the private airport just outside Napa. A limousine was waiting for them, the property that was being auctioned on Sunday afternoon was a classic vineyard, a 250 acre estate, that while not particularly large, housed some of the finest grapes in either the Napa or Sonoma valleys.

Daniel loved wine, but this would be an investment. He was looking to buy it in partnership with Peter Wessel, Peter was a bit of an eccentric, young and handsome, but an introvert. He had been classically trained at the Gallo vineyards, before going on his own, and creating two acclaimed wines, one a classic Cabernet, the second a Merlot. He had sold the two brands for $40 million to Robert Mondavi. Now, he was finally released from his non compete, and he and Daniel wre looking for the right property to give Peter his new start. They didn’t know the wines they would make yet, the intention was medium to high end reds, but they knew the name, “The Prodigal Son”. It was a kindred feeling of both men, ”We’re back!”

Peter was waiting for them when they landed, a smile on his face, he had already checked in, but he had not known about either Chelsea or Presley joining him. Daniel draped his arm around Chelsea taking possession as he extended his hand to his friend and newest partner. ”Peter, this is Chelsea, my girlfriend, and her friend Presley, they will be joining us this weekend, how long do we have before the party?” The party began at 8, there would be plenty of time to check in and change, before the night’s event….

 

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Take off wasn’t as scary as Chelsea had imagined it would be. In fact it had been quite fun. Chelsea enjoyed the thrill of the surge of power that pushed them into their seats as the plane took off. Once they’d gained altitude though you could have balanced a coin on its side the flight was so smooth.

If it had just been Chelsea and Presley with Daniel then Chelsea probably would have accepted Daniel’s invitation to sit in his lap, just for giggles, but with Olivia preparing drinks for them Chelsea didn’t want to embarrass her or Daniel.

Now that her nerves had dissipated Chelsea’s appetite also returned. She asked Olivia if she could have a gin and tonic, partly because she liked them and partly because it sounded better than a JD and coke which was her ‘go-to’ tipple. People seemed to get all excited about different artisan gins and infused tonics but Chelsea’s palette wasn’t so refined. She just liked gin and tonic. But, when it came, the drink tasted so much better than the tasteless gin and bland fizzy tonics she’d had before.

“This is so good,” she told Olivia after taking a sip.

When Daniel showed them both into the cockpit and pointed out that they were almost at the edge of space it left an impression on Chelsea. She wasn’t religious but it was hard not to be humbled by the vastness of it all.

“Thank you for bringing us,” she whispered to Daniel, slipping her hand around his waist. “I could get used to this.”

Peter Wessel did not look like your average winemaker, at least he didn’t to Chelsea. He looked too young for a start. Daniel had explained a little about him on the plane but she hadn’t been expecting the handsome, slightly awkward, man who greeted them as they got off the plane.

Chelsea was happy though to be presented as Daniel’s girlfriend. Peter offered his hand rather than go for any form of polite embrace and so she took it and said hello.

She could see Presley taking an interest in him however. That girl could be such a tart but then she could hardly blame her. He was quite dishy after all. When it came to greetings Presley wasn’t taking no for an answer and she embraced him whether he wanted it or not.

What Chelsea hadn’t realised before getting on the plane was that Daniel had come to do business and not just to party. She wasn’t quite sure where the party fitted in or for that matter what sort of a party it was. Equally she had no idea where they were staying. She was sure that the arrangements would be impeccable however. Just like everything in Daniel’s life was, but she added the question to the list of ones she needed to ask him when they were alone.

Daniel talked to the crew, while the luggage was transferred to the limo. Chelsea didn’t know if the plane would stay or fly back. It seemed silly to fly back but, if it didn’t, then that meant the three crew members would need to stay in Napa. There were worst places Chelsea rationalised.

When the last of the luggage had been transferred into the back of the limousine the four of them set off. Daniel and Peter were deep in conversation about the vineyard and so Chelsea and Presley sat quietly while they did.

Chelsea thought about her Dodge Challenger Hellcat and how jealous her dad would be of it. Then she thought about what her parents would have to say about her going out with a man twice her age. She was going to have to manage that situation very carefully.

 

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Daniel was pretty sure this view was unique for Presley too, despite her career. This was a view reserved for private jets,, Daniel had been thirty two himself, before he had first flown private and that had been on a client’s jet, not his own. It made him happy to share this with Chelsea, but it never failed him how humbling this view was of the magnificence of the planet and his relative insignificance.

“Thank you for bringing us,”, he felt Chelsea’s arm snake around him, and he cupped his hand over hers, keeping it there. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, “I’m not sure you ever will, I never do, but I sure like you being here to share it.” He liked sharing not this, but his life, things like this weekend, where forever he had done things like this alone, but somehow having Chelsea here, sharing it all, made it all so much more interesting.

It was indeed a business trip, with a cocktail party tonight, tomorrow morning people could enjoy the resort, between 3:30 and 5:30 PM, individual bidders could walk the grounds, from 5:30 to 7:30 PM wine and cocktails would be served in the attached restaurant, and at 7:30 the open outcry auction would take place. Drinking and dancing would begin once the auction ended.

All the participants at the auction were being hosted at the Auburge du Soleil hotel in St. Helena. Of all the hotels or resorts in California, few could compare to the Auberge du Soleil. Jackie had set them up in the Monaco Madison, which was an 1800 square foot villa, with both a master bedroom, complete with a private outdoor tub and rain shower off its balcony, and a second master suite, with its own private bath.

On the ride over Peter wanted to discuss what he had found. He was in love with what he had seen. While not perfect, he felt the land and the quality of the grapes and facilities he had visited and tested, was worthy of up to $750,000 per acre. Planted vineyards in Napa ranged from $250,000 to as much a one million per acre. However, with the recent rise in interest rates, not to mention some overall recessionary head winds, the market was likely dropping.

Daniel pulled out his phone and called his relationship manager at Bank of America, he reviewed the information he had on the property, along with Peter’s evaluation which held significant weight. Within minutes he had $150 million acquisition line established, which meant if it went around what Peter felt it was worth, Daniel would use the line and wite a $30-40 million equity check on top of the debt. It was that easy in Daniels world, he went into business with people’s whose judgment he trusted, and based on that, he made the money work
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As he hung up the phone he winked at Chelsea, “we should be good to go.” They pulled up the the five star hotel with breathtaking views of the valley, and as they got out of the car, Daniel pulled Chelsea to the side. “So, we are staying in a private villa, but it has two bedrooms, I also have a suite for Presley, but if you would prefer her to have the other bedroom in our villa, that’s okay too, what would you prefer?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea thought about what the right answer should be. She wanted her and Daniel to have their space but at the same time she wanted her friend close by too.

“It seems silly getting another room when our suite already has two,” she said trying to act all logical about it.”

With the decision made, the hotel swung into action. Chelsea felt like a movie star as their entourage swept into the lobby and was escorted on to their room, except Peter of course who must have also been staying at the hotel but elsewhere.

The suite was exquisite. The size of a house really and so luxuriously appointed. Chelsea let out a small squeal of excitement when she saw the outdoor tub and the view over the valley.

What’s your room like?” she asked Presley when the two of them had both checked out their quarters.

“Pretty average,” Presley replied matter of factly then waited a moment. “Actually I’m kidding. It’s fucking amazing. Thank you Daniel for bringing us here.”

Chelsea looked directly at Presley and tried to swish her away with her eyes but Presley acted dumb.

“You ok there sis? You seem to have got something in your eye?” She said cheekily.

“Go away Presley,” Chelsea said in her bossy tone. “There’s somewhere else you need to be and it’s anywhere but here.”

“Actually I think I might check out the bar,” Presley chuckled. “See you guys later.”

“And you,” she told Daniel in the same bossy tone, “can come with me. It’s time your investment started paying off.”

Chelsea led Daniel to the bedroom and the two of them stood kissing for a while before Chelsea took the initiative and pushed him back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his stomach then bent forward and kissed him some more. Straightening up again she pulled the short summer dress off over her head and displayed herself to him.

“Do you like the lingerie I chose,”’she teased revealing a pale pink bra and panty set. “I told myself last night that this was what I was going to wear the first time we fucked.”

She gave Daniel a moment to appreciate it before undoing her bra.

“Too bad it’s coming off,” she giggled. “Now it’s your turn to undress.”

Chelsea unbuttoned Daniel’s shirt then kissed his chest, tonguing each of his nipples in turn until both were erect. She tugged at his shirt tails pulling them out of Daniel’s waistband then ran her hands over his torso.

Shuffling herself down his body Chelsea loosened Daniel’s belt and undid his fly then reached into his pants. She was pleasantly surprised by Daniel’s semi hard erection.

“What have we got here?” she asked sounding all surprised. “Somebody’s keen to say hello.”

She tugged Daniel’s pants around his thighs and his cock sprang out. It was a good size, probably eight inches in Chelsea’s expert opinion.

Without hesitation Chelsea grabbed the base of the shaft and teased the head with her tongue. The phallus twitched and so she did it again before putting the whole of the head into her mouth.

With each stroke Chelsea took more of the cock into her mouth until it was pushing against the back of her mouth. But there was still more to fit in and she wasn’t done yet. She relaxed and pushed down on the now rigid shaft until her lips touched the base and Daniel’s cock filled her throat.

She held herself down on him for a moment or two as if wanting to emphasise her skill then slowly allowed the shaft to appear from her mouth.

Chelsea straightened up and looked Daniel in the eye.

“Now you’ve got a very important executive decision to make,” she told Daniel. “You have to decide how you want to fuck me. Because you can have me any way you want. But choose carefully because there can only ever be one first time…”

Chelsea’s pert breasts stood proudly in front of her, nipples already hard at the prospect of what was to come.

“So how do you want me?” she asked.

******

Presley wandered up to the hotel and easily found the bar. She was about to sit down at a table when she noticed Peter at the bar nursing a glass of red wine and so she walked up to him

“Mind if I join you?” She asked. “What would you recommend?”

 

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“It seems silly getting another room when our suite already has two,” Daniel nodded, “I agree, but I also want to let us start this right.” Their luggage was moved into the Maison, and Peter was moved into the suite that Daniel had reserved for Presley. The villa was as luxury as a hotel could get, and he watched both girls’ reactions, but particularly Chelsea, as this would always be their first time and place.

The only awkward aspect was Daniel had been thinking about this moment non stop since his and Chelsea’s first kiiss, and so he could not have been happier to hear his new girlfriend tell Presley, “Go away Presley,” Chelsea said in her bossy tone. “There’s somewhere else you need to be and it’s anywhere but here.”

With Presley gone, Daniel was consumed with eager anticipation, and when Chelsea turned to him, he was more than happy to follow. At least for now, and perhaps always, Chelsea was taking the lead, as Daniel’s heart pounded in his ches, and his cock reacted to her every move.

He rocked back on the massive California king, and as she climbed up and straddled him, he rah his hands up the outsides of each of her bare thighs. At first he didn’t say a word, just grinned and watched. If the plane, his condo, the car and this hotel were his, this bed was hers, and suddenly Chelsea seemed in total control.

He watched her peel the brightly colored dress up over her head, unveiling her perfect young body, adorned in the light pink lingerie. “Do you like the lingerie I chose, ... I told myself last night that this was what I was going to wear the first time we fucked.” He moaned at her final words, “You look incredible..”. He reached up, running the back of his fingers, over the silky cup of her bra, “If this is what you purchased, I’ve never spent better money.”

She was playful, “Too bad it’s coming off,” she giggled. “Now it’s your turn to undress.” Her bra off, his eyes drank in her perky breasts, her rock hard, tiny raisin nipples. “Oh God, is anything about your body not perfect?” He loved her smallish breasts, the tightness of her nipples, his ego needed to know that her body was at least close to as aroused as his.
They kissed, and then she began undressing him, he ran his hands over her legs and body, as she unbuttoned, kissed, licked, sucked, down his chest.

Moaning and grinding with every sensual inch of her moving down his body, he let out a gasp when he felt her hands on his belt. Her hands were experienced like a surgeon, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping and sliding his pants down, to unleash his far older, but very, needy, very wanting, and very quickly hardening prick!

She made him laugh, “What have we got here?” she asked sounding all surprised. “Somebody’s keen to say hello.” He looked up at her cute little grin, “Somebody’s been dying to, and somebody is aching to meet his sexy girlfriend!”

He didn’t want to break her rhythm, only combing his fingers through her blonde hair, encouraging her, without forcing, exactly what she was clearly intend on doing. “Mmmm, baby… ohhhmmm” Daniel’s wife did not like oral, and it had been a long time since she or anyone had sucked his cock. However, whatever she or others might have done, could not compare to the skills of his cute young blonde.

“Oh God… Oh GODDDD!!” He groaned and could not help but thrust as she teased and sucked his tip, only to swallow him slowly, incredibly. Never in his life had he known what it was like to be deep throated, Danile was big, very big by most standards, who Could possibly take all of hm? Chelsea could!

“Oh sweet Jesus, this, you oh … what a girlfriend… ohh!”

She could have just finished him there and it would have been the greatest sexual experience he could remember, or likely had ever enjoyed, but it wasn’t, this was just foreplay!
“Now you’ve got a very important executive decision to make,” she told Daniel. “You have to decide how you want to fuck me. Because you can have me any way you want. But choose carefully because there can only ever be one first time…”

Chelsea’s pert breasts stood proudly in front of her, nipples already hard at the prospect of what was to come.

“So how do you want me?” she asked.

So many wonderful options, sensory overload, but he knew … “I want to fuck you in every position possible….” He could feel every muscle tensing wanting, as he gripped her tiny waist, and lifted her like a rag doll, as she would understand his incredible strength. He was spinning her as he moved to strand on his knees, turning her and setting her down on her back.

He peeled his pants off his legs as they fell to the floor, same with his shirt, which was also tossed to the side. He maneuvered to separate her bent knees, it was her turn to watch, as the sculpted muscles of his chest, maneuvered her as he wanted. He leaned down, to curl his fingers around the sides of the waistband of the pale pink panties, his eyes glued to her crotch, like that of a child who knows the present that awaits.

He lifted her slightly, as he slid the silk and lace over her cute little but, and down her perfectly toned thighs and legs. “You must work out…” He teased, but his eyes were on what he had just revealed, the sexiest, barest little pussy, with lips that glistened so sweetly the nectar was glistening down her thighs and ass. “Well, it looks like someone else wants to say hello, a sexy little kitten, that wants to feed?”

Chelsea was gorgeous, and as Daniel spoke his cock jerked and twitched in clear arousal and want! “I want you like this our first time in Missionary, I want to watch as I enter you, your face your eyes, as I slip inside.” He took his large hands and spread her legs, running his hands down each of her inner thighs… he leaned down, kissing down the inside of her right leg, as he lifted her leg, and slid it over his shoulder, her heel resting on his strong back.

”God I want to taste you Babe…” His tongue licking her slick thigh and kissing her soft pink lips. He lowered himself his weight on his elbows, as he kissed up and up and down her slit, only to tease her taint with his tongue, quick little flicks, as Chelsea would learn, Daniel’s tongue willingly ventured anywhere on her body, anywhere she responded!

Pressing his tongue in, he licked up inside her sweet folds, until he came to her clit, kissing, licking and sucking her button from its hood. “I love eating pussy, your pussy!” He could have stayed a while, another time he would, but not now. He kissed her one more time, only to look up, smile, “I can’t wait any longer.”

He climbed up, until he was sitting back on his heels, Chelsea, spread, wet and spectacular in front of him. “Oh god I want you….” He rose slightly, taking his shaft in his hand, and pressing in to run his mushroom tip, up and down those lips still wet with her juices and his saliva. “Oh God… he positioned his tip at her opening and then moving forward crawled forward until he was on all fours, looking into her eyes, as he slowly, began to lower his large, hard cock inside her tight wet cunt!

*******
Peter had seen Presley walk in, she was gorgeous, a body and face to match. The challenge was, Peter was a bit disappointed, he had been shocked to see Daniel with the two girls, despite hiding it. He had secretly hoped Daniel might be gay or at least bi, there had been rumors when he divorced, the rumors were wrong.

Peter was bi, but he had not started the weekend thinking about being with a woman, however, as Presley approached him, “Mind if I join you?” She asked. “What would you recommend?”

Peter got up, “Not at all, and I would recommend you let me buy you a drink, wine? We are in Napa, or something harder?” Disappointment was quickly being replaced with opportunity, Peter gave his best smile, she was gorgeous!

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Daniel was keen. Chelsea could see that. When she’d told him it was decision time, it had taken only an instant for him to flip her onto her back and pull off her panties.

She liked the way that he’d gone down on her first. Not all guys did. Some thought it was dirty while others were too focussed on their own satisfaction to worry about her needs. They were the ones that didn’t always get a return invitation. But Daniel would.

He was appreciative too, telling her how good she looked and how what she did to him made him feel. Chelsea liked that. It was good to get feedback.

She arched her back slightly pushing herself against his face and gently cradled his head in her hands.

“That’s nice. I like that,” she giggled. Hoping he would remember for next time.

But Daniel wasn’t going to wait forever and Chelsea didn’t want him to have to either. She watched him raise his head from between her legs then angle his taught body so that he could run the head of his cock between her pussy lips and over her clitoris.

She watched his big thick member toy with her and then, when he couldn’t wait any longer, he began to push it into her.

Chelsea had had bigger toys inserted into her but she’d always been well lubricated and had worked up to it gradually. Rarely had she been presented with such a big cock and Daniel needed to push into her with some force to breach the opening.

But, once he was in, nature’s lubrication did its job and the shaft slipped all the way inside her. It still took a short while for her vagina to adapt to Daniel’s girth though but the body is a wonderful thing.

“Does he like his new home?” Chelsea asked coyly. “It’s nice and tight for him.”

Daniel grunted and pushed harder into her. She whimpered in appreciation and, running a hand through his hair, she let her tongue toy with the erogenous zone behind one of his ears while she wrapped her legs around his and squeezed herself against him.

“Fuck me Daniel,” she whispered to him. “You’re the only man who gets to cum inside me and I want it now. Just think of your own needs baby. You’re going to have plenty of opportunity to make me cum in the future.”

****

It was a good start, Presley thought to herself. At least Peter had offered to buy her a drink.

The thought of playing gooseberry all day weekend wasn’t one she particularly relished. While she was here as Chelsea’s wingman that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun of the opportunity arose.

“I’ve just been kicked out of the villa so I’m feeling like I need something just a teeny bit stronger than wine,” she told him laughing. “So I think I’ll have a cosmopolitan.

The bartender who had been hovering nodded and got to work

“It must be an exciting weekend for you,” Presley offered. “Do you think you’ve a chance of winning at the auction tomorrow.”

Presley thought about what she’d said then followed it with.

“Stupid question I guess. Daniel doesn’t look like the sort of person who plays games he can’t win at. How long have you known him and what happens if the two of you do get your vineyard tomorrow?”

The bartender returned with a shaker and poured the cocktail into a glass in front of them, adding a slice of lime as a finishing touch

“This is the life,” Presley told Peter, taking the glass in her hand. “Cheers…”

 

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Daniel
Daniel had never understood why his wife hadn’t like oral more. Early on she had, but as she got older, somehow she had decided it was dirty, perverted, which was laughable as he had caught his wife with a cock buried deep in her ass barking like a dog. That was over, he was here, and Chelsea was not only young and gorgeous, but she was juicy and delicious.

“That’s nice. I like that,” she giggled. Daniel’s tongue was currently engaged in her clit. He was getting up, but, “Sexy, I will eat you anytime, anywhere, and as long as you want, all you have to do is whisper into my ear you want me?” He hoped she would not forget. Of course this played into several of Daniels fantasies, things they would be discussing more and more about
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Yet as good as eating Chelseas tasty pussy was, fucking her young, tight, wet, cunt was even better. She was surprisingly, delightfully and wonderfully tight. And her strong muscles and legs, as she wrapped herself around him and gripped him, was nothing short of spectacular. He felt her get wetter and wetter as he finally slid in his entire length. He was resting on his elbow, his sculpted body flexed and committed, from head to toe.

“Does he like his new home?” Chelsea asked coyly. “It’s nice and tight for him. He groaned and rolled his hips, rising up, only to slide back down. “Oh Chelsea yes, what if I don’t want to leave? Just move you to different positions, and indulge in every wicked thing your sexy litttle tight body can do?” God he wanted her, he felt so fucking good!

He felt her hand rake through his hair, and he brushed her hair to the side, wanting to kiss her pouty lips, feel and enjoy her tonge. He began to grind in small circles, followed by deep, needy thrusts. Daniel, despite his age, was an incredibly strong, powerful and shockingly agile man.

He heard his little siren, his muse, encourage him, even though it was not needed. “Oh God Yes I am going to fuck you, pound you Sexy but I will always want you to cum, you’ll find I live for you to cum!” He ran up and under her thigh, lifting her lip up over his right shoulder, as he brought his own right leg up, like a sprinter in the blocks, so he could get leverage.

His entire bod Was flexed as he drove his thighs, and rolled his hips, drroving, driving, driving and driving harder faster, deeper! Driving and driving, the masive bed began to shake with his thrusts, as he felt himself getting closer and closer, “Oh Gawd…. You feel soo sooo goood!” Pounding her pounding her, he had not been like this with a woman in God knows how long? She made him young, violent and needy!

“Oh Chelsea .. chel…” He arched down, kissing her to muffle his moans. “Oh I want you to cum….” He blurted, only to feel his entire body tense, as his massive cock unloaded, his canon firing rope after rope deep inside her young, amazing womb! “Fuuuccckkkk….” He moaned, looking into her eyes, was there anything else he could do for her?
***********

Peter

It never ceased to amaze Peter how fast his mood could change. He had showed up at the airport excited from his researich and the business opportunity in front of him. He was excited to see Daniel, but nervous, he wanted to broach the possibility of a relationship beyond professional but unsure of receptivity, only to be catapulted back to reality by reality as Daniel came off the plane with not one, but two young, beautiful and he would soon learn charming and sexy women.

Luckily the business talk brought his spirits back up, as did the introduction of Chelsea as Daniels girlfriend, and Presley as, perhaps unattached? It was only a weekend, but, not unlike a wedding where Peter had enjoyed his fair share of bridesmaids, events like this often led to copious liquor consumption and promiscuity!

Yet at check in, off both women went with Daniel, and Peter grudgingly realizing that not only was Daniel straight, but seemingly a sexual beast! Funny how assumptions work? So the sight of Presley, her sitting down, had the roller coaster back trundoing up the hill.

“I’ve just been kicked out of the villa so I’m feeling like I need something just a teeny bit stronger than wine,” Presley’s words were music to Peter’s ears. “You mean you aren’t uh with Daniel and …” He saw the smirk on her face and waved to the bartender, “Get the lady a double and give me a bourbon.” This had just gotten much more interesting.

They started to talk. “It is, it is an incredible property, and I have been out of the game so long, I am chomping at the bit but it has to be the right one.” He laughed but watched as she corrected herself. “Daniel is a winner, no doubt, but he is because he doesn’t make stupid decisions. If he makes a business commitment, he is all in…” Peter had no idea of the relationship of Daniel and Chelsea, or even Presley to a certain extent, or how his words might make her think about what Daniel had agreed to with Chelsea.

”it will be interesting to watch how he bids, but I will be disappointed if we don’t walk away with it, but he won’t go above what he thinks is right? … How well do you know him? I will be honest, I had no idea Daniel was dating anyone seriously until you all walked off the flight?” Peter did not elaborate on all the reasons he had been surprised.

”if we win, this will be my home, my life, you are welcome out here anytime, unless you are… “. He didn’t finish, he didn’t care. This was this weekend, who gave a shit if she had a boyfriend, fiance or husband, “I assume you aren’t meeting anyone here … or at least I hope you’re not?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Although Chelsea knew that Daniel had been sincere when he’d told her he wanted to make her cum, she’d also known that he probably wasn’t going to last long enough. It wasn’t a problem, Chelsea hadn’t wanted him to in any case. She’d wanted this to be about his satisfaction, not hers. Besides, this way he’d try even harder next time. And next time it would be all about her.

Daniel had pounded her with his horse cock and the vigour of a twenty five year old. But he hadn’t paced himself. She’d encouraged him not to, encouraged him to enjoy her young athletic body. And he had.

The result had been predictable and now Chelsea lay back on the bed, her pussy an engorged sticky mess and her body covered in a thin film of perspiration.

“You were fantastic,” she told Daniel who still pinned her to the bed, his erection growing soft inside her. “Now come and lie down next to me. We need to talk.”

As Daniel withdrew she felt a small trickle of cum escape and run down between her cheeks. It felt nice. You didn’t get that using condoms.

She cuddled into him and made a fuss of wanting to be stroked. She liked her breasts fondled after sex and if the guy was still up for it, her pussy softly fingered.

“Yesterday you asked me about the things I’d like to do. So I thought that now would be a good time to tell you,” Chelsea began.

“I’d like to go skiing for a start, although I should warn you I’ve never done it before. I’d really like to travel too. I’ve never been to Europe and I’d love to see London and Paris. Oh and Monaco where they hold the grand prix. I love cars, which I know sounds odd coming from a girl who rides a bicycle. I like the ocean too. That’s what I love about California. If I could live anywhere I’d live in one of those houses on the beach. I’d surf every day. If I could surf that was and I’d go running not he beach. I’m not so keen on skydiving but I’ll do it if you want. You’ll find I’m up for most things,” she giggled.

“And I want to have sex with you. Lots of it,” Chelsea told Daniel.

She waited a moment or two then added.

“I know we said we wouldn’t be exclusive and I respect that but I thought it might be fun if perhaps we weren’t exclusive, together. If you know what I mean. You did say you wanted to try some different flavours.”

She hoped it wasn’t too soon to bring up sex with other people but Chelsea was a girl who preferred to get things out on the table.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me what you’d like to do.”

***
Presley watched Peter’s demeanour change as she explained the situation to him in very rough terms

“It’s all been a bit of a whirlwind really. Danny and Chelsea haven’t been seeing each other long. They’re still very much in the honeymoon phase. Which is why I’m at the bar,”

She laughed then added.

“Chelsea and I share an apartment together and Danny invited me to come with her this weekend. I think he must have thought she was more likely to come if I tagged along. A kind of chaperone. So here I am!”

She listened as Peter explained about the vineyard and how it would be his home if they won the auction.

“it’s a beautiful area,” she agreed. “No offence but I couldn’t live here though. It would drive me insane. It’s way too quiet. I’m a city girl at heart. I like the noise, the shops, the bustle. This is nice for the weekend but that’s all. And to answer your question. I’m single.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel

Daniel felt horrible she hadn’t cum, and next time, he would make sure she came, ideally more than once, before he allowed himself release. “You were fantastic,” He chuckled and blushed, “No, you were fantastic, I was incredibly needy and grateful.”. He liked being inside of her, liked it a lot! But biology was biology and he would go down before he could go back up, and in. Whenever that might be? “Now come and lie down next to me. We need to talk.”

Daniel wasn’t sure exactly what Chelsea wanted, hoping that she wasn’t rethinking their arrangement? It wasn’t the money he had already spent, it was that Chelsea was even more than he had originally anticipated, and he really wanted her. He was delighted to engage in post coital play,

Chelsea would find he was an incredibly attentive and giving lover, and so he not only teased her nipples with his fingers massaging and rolling, but with his mouth, suckling, licking and kissing as he felt her fingers in his thick salt and pepper hair. His hand ran down her sculpted tummy, and lightly gripped her mound, alternating between running his Finger, in her inner folds, now filled with his cum, but hooking a finger in to gently fuck her young cunt or slid up to massage her button. He geared himself to gently play, and read her reaction following her lead, just in case she wanted the teasing and play of her pussy to extend into something more intense?

He was listening intently to what she said, nodding early on. “I’d love ot travel, but what about your job, do you want to stay there, or do you want freedom. I don’t care, I’d love to have the freedom to do what we want, when we want, but I want you to do what you want? You haven’t even seen my yacht, my boats, and there is the plane, I would love to show you the world?“.

It was summer, and glacier skiing wasn’t that fun, “As soon as winter rolls around we will ski, I think you would enjoy the Swiss or Italian alps, but we can do Colorado too, I can fly us right into Aspen, or I have my place at Sun Valley?” Daniel was an excellent skiier, but with Chelseas strength and attitude, he was sure she would be a natural.

When she said, “And I want to have sex with you. Lots of it,” He laughed before releasing her tit from his mouth, and leaning up to kiss her deeply, as his fingers, pumped a bit more intensely. “Me too… LOTS!” But it was what came next that made him think and also a bit confused.

“I know we said we wouldn’t be exclusive and I respect that but I thought it might be fun if perhaps we weren’t exclusive, together. If you know what I mean. You did say you wanted to try some different flavours.” Daniel wasn’t sure what to say. “ He bit his lip, and moved up to look into her eyes.

”I like you, very, very much, I had no idea, how much I would like you, you’re an incredible girl.” He paused, “Yes, we said not exclusive, and I do want to experiment, but I don’t know I even know what that means. I mean, I know you and Presley…” he looked for confirmation for sure, “And honestly that is very sexy, but what do you mean by weren’t exclusive together? I don’t really want to go behind each other‘s backs, but, it would be hard for me I think to watch you with another man If you seemed to want him more than me? But maybe sharing you, or… I really like you“ He laughed, “But yes, I would prefer we try, experiment together, but as for other flavors, I don’t want anyone or anything to take your place, I hope, anything we do, might make it even more exciting and better for us!”

He let her clarify before trying to answer her question. “I have spent most of my life working, making deals, building wealth, and now I want to enjoy it, and I want to enjoy it with you beside me, when you can. I want to try things. I’ve never sky dived either, but if I do, I’d like to do it with you.” Again he stopped, making sure he made sense. “I would like to be spontaneous, and if there is something we want to do, a place we want to go, we go, do it, enjoy it! I want to dance, really dance, sexy, hot fun!”

He knew though, she also meant sex. “Other than the nonexclusive tighter …“. He smiled at her, “I want to be a little crazy, a little risky. Like on my plane, I wanted to take you back to my bedroom, I have never fucked on my plane. The idea of sex in risky places, is something I have thought about since we talked and you said you’d be my guide. I also think I have a bit of an exhibitionist in me… and I would love to see you with Presley, would you mind … I think I’d like to join you sometime too. Other than that, I don’t know… I can tell you, I have never wanted to fuck a woman, wanted a woman, like I am feeling for you! And… if you are okay, I’d like to fuck your ass sometime too!”

Daniel was embarrassed, he was in a whole new world, he was sure he would have ideas as they experienced things, but right now, everything was new and exciting!

****

Peter

”A whirlwind huh? I think he really likes her, does she like him?” There was something oddly natural about them despite their age difference and backgrounds. He could see it in just teh way Daniel looked at her, a softness, that was not the tough businessman of his repute. However as Peter had known him better, he had found Daniel to be very smart, but very fair, which was why their relationship was simply a handshake and he couldn’t have been more comfortable. They were 50/50 partners in this venture, mostly Daniel’s money and his expertise.

Peter listened, “Daniel may have invited you along as more than a chaperone, don’t you think, I mean, I would hae?” And in that statement Peter not only revealed his attraction to Presley, but his openness to sharing. “I am also guessing you and Chelsea are more than room mates? Does Daniel know?” He was particularly intrigued by this, as he had assumed Daniel was pretty conservative?

Peter nodded, “Yes a bit slow, but I am a wine maker, and this is where the grapes are. I will travel a lot, but this will be home.”

From what she said, he already assumed what Presley confirmed, “I’ll be honest, even if you weren’t single, I would still be interested, but it’s nice you are.” Then he had a quick concern, “I mean, you’re sure Daniel wouldn’t mind, if you and i … uh…”. He didn’t finish the question, instead he signaled to the bartender, “Could we have another round?’

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It was good that they were talking. The last few days had been a whirlwind and, listening to Daniel speak, Chelsea realised that there were probably a few things they needed to discuss.

“You’ve been more than generous Daniel. But we’ve only known each other a few days. In a week or a month or a year you could decide to finish with me and, when the lease was up on the fancy car and the fancy apartment, then where would I be? I mean I know it doesn’t pay much but working at the gym is a job and I enjoy it.”

She let him tease her pussy with his cum coated fingers as she talked. It felt good.

“You asked me what I’d like to do and i’d love to go skiing and travelling and surfing with you but we don’t have to do it all at once. I’ve got some holiday owed to me, we could go to Europe for a couple of weeks and there’s always weekends. We could spend one in a hotel by the beach and learn to surf if you liked.”

Given the length of time they’d known each other Chelsea was trying to be realistic

“But unless you want to make me Mrs Owens, and you’d be crazy if you did, I can’t give up my job, Daniel. I just don’t have the resources like you to fall back on.”

It had probably been a bit of an unfair question asking Daniel what he wanted sexually because that would have required him to know what was on offer. A few of his answers had left her a bit concerned though.

It was probably fair to say that they’d both felt a little bit more committed than they’d expected to when they’d sat down in the Hard Rock Cafe. But Chelsea knew what she wanted and since sex was her domain she thought she’d lay out her vision.

“If you like. I won’t see any single guys by myself without discussing it with you first. Provided that you’re prepared to do the same for me with single women that is. Would that be ok with you?” she began.

“But you’ve got to understand that I’m going to want other guys to fuck me so you have to be ok with sharing me when we’re together. I know you had a bad experience with your wife but it’s important to separate sex from commitment. Think of it like a good game of mixed doubles tennis. It’s fun and we all get sweaty. Afterwards maybe we arrange another game for next week but nobody leaves wanting to spend the rest of their life with their opponent’s partner. It was just a bit of fun.”

Chelsea didn’t really play tennis but the analogy seemed to work.

“As your guide I’m going to suggest that you leave responsibility for our sex life up to me. I’m going to introduce you to all sorts of things and you can see if you like them or not. How about that?”

“I thought we could start by meeting a couple next week,” Chelsea suggested.

“On the day i met you I’d spent the previous night with two friends, Gustavo and Gabriella. They're both Brazilian. They’re really nice people and they love each other very much. They know I don’t have any money so when I visit they feed me. Then we have sex and I spend the night with them.”

“I’d like it if I could finally return their hospitality and introduce them to my new boyfriend at the same time. Perhaps we could have them over to your apartment. No chef, no butler just the four of us and you and I could cook for them. What do you think?”

It was a good idea Chelsea thought. Start off with a safe couple. Daniel would love Gabriella. All the boys did.

“And as for that Presley,” Chelsea continued. “we should definitely get her to earn her keep. Although if you’re going to fuck her then I’m going to need someone to occupy me while you do. How about your friend Peter? Do you think he’d be up for a foursome?”

Chelsea felt better for having got everything out on the table. She always felt that honesty was the best policy. She hoped Daniel would agree and they talked for a while before they heard the sound of Presley returning.

***

Presley could tell a player when she met one and Peter was certainly a player. Definitely not husband material. But fortunately Presley wasn’t looking for a husband.

“I’m pretty sure Daniel wouldn’t mind me amusing myself this evening,” she told him. “He and Chelsea will probably be glad to get rid of me. But hold that refill. I think I need to be getting back to the villa. So I guess I’ll be seeing you tonight at the party then?”

Presley walked off swaying her hips for effect hoping to make herself an alluring prospect.

She strolled back to the villa and to avoid any embarks as she opened the front door she shouted cheekily.

“Hi honey. I’m home. What’s for dinner? I’m starving ”

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel was happy, his fingers idly but playfully stroking and teasing Chelsea’s pussy, while they had, what would likely be, the first of many talks about their relationship.

“You’ve been more than generous Daniel. But we’ve only known each other a few days. In a week or a month or a year you could decide to finish with me and, when the lease was up on the fancy car and the fancy apartment, then where would I be? I mean I know it doesn’t pay much but working at the gym is a job and I enjoy it.”

He slid his finger up and down her soft lips, at the present focusing on small slow circles of her engorged little button. “I am glad you enjoy your job, I think it is incredibly important to enjoy what you do, and I understand your need for security, you should be. So first, if you want to work, work exactly as you do today, that is fine and we can drop it here. Okay?”

He stopped for a minute, “But, I could give you options, if you want? For instance, would you like to own the gym, or have your own, that you could do with as you want? Now that can be a hassle, owning it and running it, but you could hire a manager to help, but eventually it also gives you some autonomy today, and security in the future? That way, if I ended our relationship, something I have no intention of by the way, but if I did, you would have a business, total ownership, something that is all yours?”

He continued, “Again, if you want it to just be as is, great. We will travel and do things as you have availability, I just may need to travel sometimes and go places I’d love to have you join, and you’d be invited, but you need to work, fair?” It was actually fascinating to Daniel to be having this type of discussion while playing idly with Chelsea’s cunt, yet he hoped this might just become a regular thing.

In her delivery she had mentioned, “Unless you want to make me Mrs. Owens…?” And now seemed as good of a time to address that as any. He chuckled, “No gorgeous, I am not ready to propose, as mouth wateringly tempting as you are. Nor would I think you’d consider accepting. However, I do think… both of us have found a bit more than we thought?” He took his eyes off his meandering finger, and looked into her eyes?

“I would like to not have that completely off the table either? Neither of us are under any obligation there is no promise, but, depending on how this goes, what we learn we want, what we might enjoy together, there could well be a day I would like to ask you that, and I don’t want you to think I wasn’t honest from the beginning? However, if you know or determine later, you would never, ever want that, let me know please, because I wouldn’t want to fool myself that it might be a possibility?”

She was right, they had really known each other two days, made love, fucked, whatever you wanted to call it once, but, she was a gem, in her own uncut, unpolished way, and Daniel did not put it beyond the realm of possibility he might fall in love with her, and consider doing something, not more than a few days ago he had vowed to never contemplate again. But despite his giddy feelings at the moment, he was not some foolish love starved kid.

The topic transitioned to their sex life. “If you like. I won’t see any single guys by myself without discussing it with you first. Provided that you’re prepared to do the same for me with single women that is. Would that be ok with you?” she began.

That part was easy, “I have no desire to go pick up some woman without you or without your knowledge. The very few, only two instances since my divorce, I was approached. So I am not really a bar/hook up kind of man. My preference is to be completely open and honest with each other …” He would not try to, nor would he allow other women to seduce him into breaking this promise.

She continued, and he chuckled, “I’m a pretty good tennis player…” But the metaphor did resonate. It would become clearer as she described Gustavo and Gabriella. “Sexy, I have to trust you here, you are completely out of my league, separating sex from commitment, I want to get sweaty and have fun. But, I also want, to know, if there comes a day, you were, wanted, to be on a different team? I mean, I will do the same, but right now, I really like team Chelsea!” He laughed, “Yeah team!” And he leaned over to spend a moment, suckling on her pert breast, his tongue flicking and licking and his mouth sucking her hard nipple.

When he reemerged, “I’d like to host your friends next, it will be very new to me, so I will be counting on you.” Chelsea and Peter were a bit of a different issue, not necessarily no but he wanted to explain.

“First, when you were with Gustavo and Gabrielle, I assume you were with both, they were both with you?” He didn’t want particulars, really didn’t want particulars, just general acknowledgement. “And when you are with Presley you have been with her alone right?” He was getting to a point.

“Can I ask a favor, the first time we do this, and it doesn’t even have to be here in Napa, can I share you with just her, or another woman, even if you don’t want me to fully participate, and the next time include a man.” Somehow Daniel felt a need to take baby steps. This was the start, the crawl, the two women would be the walk, and perhaps including Peter or Gustavo and Gabrielle, would be the run. However, he also had a sense in Chelsea his girlfriend was a marathoner who still ran at an Olympic sprinter’s pace.

“As for Peter, he is a new business relationship for me, we knew each other, and decided to pursue this. All we have is a handshake right now, and I am about to potentially invest quite a bit on a relatively risky, but exciting endeavor. The idea of combining sex into this, is… I’m not sure. There is a little concern of crossing streams?” He hoped he was making sense. “… but maybe not. Can we just see? Maybe Peter is the perfect guy to include in our tennis game…” He laughed, but I want to get through the auction first, okay?”

“Whether or not to include Presley, is up to you though, and whether to include me?” Daniel was excited, he truly was, but this was a land that Chelsea knew well, and a bit like the Jet, and some of the things he would want her to be open minded to, and be excited about, he wanted to be the same.

********

For Peter, Presley’s answer was what he hoped, even if he was skeptical. What man wouldn’t want both of these women, if that were a possibility. “I’m pretty sure Daniel wouldn’t mind me amusing myself this evening,” she told him. “He and Chelsea will probably be glad to get rid of me. But hold that refill. I think I need to be getting back to the villa. So I guess I’ll be seeing you tonight at the party then?”

His eyes flashed as he broke into a large grin, “I have been told, I am a fine entertainer.” She said she needed to go back, but Peter would still have one more round himself. “This weekend had taken an interesting twist, and he allowed his eyes to follow her bouncing ass until she turned the corner out of sight. Looking at his watch, it was still almost two hours until the party. He took his drink back to his room, a nap seemed a good idea, if this night held any of the promise that he hoped.

Daniel had stopped talking, and was simply enjoying Chelsea when he heard the front door. He laughed at Presley’s call, and moved to sit up on the bed, pulling the sheet up over their naked bodies. “We’re in here … but we can order room service…”. He called out, only to look at Chelsea as he slid his arm around her, not at all sure what exactly Presley was hungry for?

 

[Biker_Faerie]

“Seriously. You’d do that for me even though we’ve only just met?” Chelsea responded, a bit flabbergasted by Daniel’s offer to buy her a gym.

If Chelsea had ever had a dream, it had been to run her own gym. She’d got so many ideas of what she’d do if she did but as a lowly gym instructor she had no chance of ever achieving her goal.

Daniel made a good point though. Owning any sort of gym was a full time job but owning a high end gym like the one she worked in was even more of a challenge. There was a lot more to it than what you offered clients. There was accounts, HR, maintenance, catering to consider as well as probably a hundred and one other things that Chelsea knew nothing about.

But that didn’t dampen Chelsea’s enthusiasm and once again she began to think on her feet.

“Of course as you say it would give us more time together. We could get someone to do all the boring stuff and I could do all the interesting stuff when we’re not off doing something else. A bit like what you’re doing with Peter and the vineyard. In fact we could be partners, couldn’t we fifty-fifty ?”

It was a testament to Chelsea’s business acumen or lack of it that she was prepared to hand back to Daniel half of what he’d just offered to her. But at the same time Chelsea knew she’d struggle to run a business on her own. So maybe it wasn’t so stupid.

“There’ve been rumours that the gym’s up for sale,” Chelsea offered. “Since Covid, membership numbers haven’t really recovered and they say the company that owns it would sell for the right price.”

Chelsea thought for a moment and wondered to herself if perhaps things were moving a bit fast.

“It’s a great offer Daniel and you don’t know how much I want say yes,” she told him. “But perhaps we should both sleep on it. Can we talk about this a bit more when we get back on Sunday night?”

Chelsea listened to Daniel explain his feelings about playing with other people. She thought it was sweet that he wanted to take things slowly. In her experience most guys wanted to fuck anything that moved and were quite happy to trade their partner for the opportunity of another conquest. He had agreed to see Gustavo and Gabriella next week which she was pleased about and he’d definitely expressed an interest in Presley.

“So you like that tart Presley then, do you?” she said pretending to be a little hurt at first.

“Well how about the three of us try out the bed on your plane tomorrow? That‘s If Olivia doesn’t mind of course.”

And then they heard Presley come in…

Taking Daniel’s reply as an invitation Presley’s curiosity got the better of her and she walked into the bedroom.

“So would I be right I’m assuming that this relationship has now been consummated?” she asked.

“You would,” Chelsea replied confidently.

“Thank fuck for that,” I thought I was going to have to give all the clothes Daniel bought us back.”

Chelsea laughed.

“Come here and give me a kiss, Sis,” Chelsea told Presley. “Daniel’s curious about the nature of our relationship.”

Presley was only too happy to clarify things for Daniel and the two girls kissed provocatively. Chelsea removed the sheet from her body and placed Presley’s hand on her pussy.

“You’re all sticky,” Presley giggled as she fingered her friends pussy.

“I am,” Chelsea agreed. “Now go and kiss Daniel,” she instructed.

Presley was only too happy to kiss Daniel. After the encounter with Peter she was feeling horny and needed a release. She walked around the bed, bent over Daniel and the two of them kissed. He was a surprisingly good kisser and quickly his hand was on her body. She reached under the sheets and felt for his cock. It was massive and as she stroked it it hardened but then Chelsea called time.

“That’s enough to two. You’ll both have to wait until we’re in the plane tomorrow for any more.”

Presley looked confused.

“I’ve promised Daniel he can have us both on the flight home,” Chelsea explained. “But not until then. I want it to be special.”

“Oh right,” Presley said disappointed. “I suppose I can wait. Besides I might have a date for this evening in any case.”

Chelsea looked at the clock. Time was marching on and if they weren’t going to be late then they’d need to start getting ready.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Seriously. You’d do that for me even though we’ve only just met?” He just smiled, “Yes.” There was a bit more to it than that of course, Daniel didn’t throw around money like bath water, and even before Chelsea told him, Daniel had been aware that the club was on the market. They had tried to describe it as a sweetheart deal, but it didn’t take much fact finding to reveal that the parent co, “Lux Gyms” was in real trouble. Daniel knew why.

When covid first began to end, people actually flocked to gyms desperate for the social interaction more than anything, but most of those folks were short burst enthusiasts, or simply couldn’t afford the monthlly nut of a premier gym like Chelsea’s. That was problem one, problem two was the migration of slightly older but still young urban professionals to the suburbs and remote work force. Daniel had called some friends and the foot traffic of the primary segments the gym catered to, were down almost 45% since pre covid.

Lastly, the third problem was higher end purchases of home units, rehanging from the early surge of the Peloton bike to the Tempo System or Tonal which Daniel owned himself, had replaced the inconvenience for at least some of the wealthy to trek on over to the gym. That was the bad news.

The good news was, they entire gym was for sale for $5 million, and while the space was leased, the replacement value of the equipment alone was over $8 million, unfortunately for the current operators, they had over built and now were in a cash flow crunch. It had been a good deal, Daniel just at the time had no reason to invest in something of this size, but now he did! The naked little blonde he had just fucked and would greatly like to be available to fuck far more often in any location they might desire.

Her next statement impressed him, she was not ego centric or careless. “Of course as you say it would give us more time together. We could get someone to do all the boring stuff and I could do all the interesting stuff when we’re not off doing something else. A bit like what you’re doing with Peter and the vineyard. In fact we could be partners, couldn’t we fifty-fifty ?”

Daniel leaned over and kissed her. “I’m impressed, it takes two sides to make this work, the creative and passionate, you, and the business, me, or the people I can get for you. I am really impressed, and, if you want to, I’d love to be your partner. It would be very much like Peter and I, except i only want to fuck you!” He was teasing, there was more. He had done some research on why people did and didn’t use health clubs, and he thought there was a way to create an on-line/streaming aspect where Chelsea would be perfect as the poster girl, but he would wait and see. “But sleeping on it is always a good idea.”

They moved on, and Daniel truly appreciated how she listened to him, where he wanted to go slow, at first, it was all a bit intimidating, but, and Daniel appreciated the irony, given the topic, but he was learning to trust Chelsea. Yet when she said, “So you like that tart Presley then, do you?” He had to do a double take, and make sure she was teasing. “Well, yes, I sout of do, although nowhere near what you do I think?” Again looking for some type of confirmation on his assumption they were lovers?

Chelsea proposed that the flight home would work for their threesome and spoke with such certainly as if she had full control over the brokering of Presley’s sex. There was another part of her statement that also piqued his interest, “That‘s If Olivia doesn’t mind of course.”

Ah yes Olivia, this was as good of a time to mention this as any. “She won’t mind, but I am quite confident that on a different flight and time, she’d be happy to take Presley’s space, or join in on the mix.” Daniel explained his relationships with Olivia, their friendship, and the unconsummated sexual chemistry that no doubt existed between the two. “Again I am all and only team Chelsea, but if we want to consider sweaty fun, I bet Olivia has a wicked serve.” Extending the mixed double metaphor.

It was only moments later that Presley came bounding in, and with a body like hers, that was definitely the most descriptive and accurate characterization. Daniel first laughed at their exchange the ease and candor of thier playfulness. But is was the way Presley pulled back the sheet, fingered and toyed with Chelsea’s pussy and then gave her an open mouth, tonsil swabbing kiss, that had Daniels mouth agape and cock once again rigid. He found himself staring, enjoying his momentary front seat voyeur positioning. “My God that’s hot, he gave his review, even if he was only moaning to himeself.

“You’re all sticky,” Presley giggled as she fingered her friends pussy. “That’s my fault… “ Daniel admitted a bit sheepishly, like a little boy who had just spilt milk all over the table while stealing some fresh baked cookies. Not at all sorry for his mess!

Chelsea just laughed it off, giving Daniel a wink, “I am,” Chelsea agreed. “Now go and kiss Daniel,” she instructed. This was where Daniel was a bit unsure, first looking at Chelsea to make sure this was truly okay, then at Presley as she got up, and seemingly quite gleefully walked around to his side of the bed.

This wasn’t a peck, Presley leaned down and Daniel could nearly see all the way down her cleavage to her mound, before he felt her lips meet his, and their lips naturally part, to conduct the same type of highly erotic kiss that she had shared with Chelsea. It was shockingly natural and incredibly erotick, how their kiss became quite heated, and he felt her hand reach under the sheet, instantly finding and stroking his incredibly hard and large erection, while his hand reached out, starting at her bare calf, and slowly sliding his hand and her dress up the back of her toned, sexy thighs.

All of this while Chelsea, a woman he was falling head over heels for, looked on. It was pure physical attraction a circuit between his mouth, hand and cock, that craved more. Suddenly the metaphor made all the sense in the world, he was committed to Chelsea, wanted long intimate moments with her, but in this moment, every fiber of his beinng was screaming out to enjoy more of Presley. But that was not to happen, his girlfriend and guide, perhaps much to both Daniels’ and Presley’s momentary bewilderment, had them moving on.

“Wow that was something!” Daniel was fully realizing just how much his life had just changed. The referee having stepped in both boxers sent back to thier corners, as Chelsea explanned the coitus interruptus and when things were intended to resume. Chelsea was right it was time to get ready but they did have time. Presley teased she had a date, “With Peter? Or… Daniel had no idea just how many offers a woman who looked like Presley might garner in the 45 or so minutes she had been gone, but he knew a hot market when he saw one.

As Presley walked out, Daniel leaned in and kissed Chelsea, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply and passionately. “Thank you, for knowing how to push me, but letting me get my feet a bit under me.” He looked out at the large outdoor private bath that was outside their master bedroom terrace. “Would you lIke to join me in cleaning up for the party?”

A little over an hour later, a very clean, very happy Daniel was dressed in a dark charcoal designer suit, no tie, finely woven white shirt with matching tie square, his Piaget watch, and Ferragamo, fine Italian, black loafers, all dripped success and power, particularly when draped on his six foot three, muscular frame. Make no mistake this was a socal event tonight, a party, but it was also a room of alphas and sharks, swimming in the waters sizing up the competition. However, despite all of that, Daniel was most excited to see what his girlfriend would be wearing on his arm, as well as Presley too…

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea could have let Daniel fuck Presley there and then but she wanted it to be special. And what could be more special she reasoned than a first time for the three of them on a private jet. Plus she was a bit of a tease. She wanted Daniel hard for them both. Really hard.

“Olivia’s really nice. I like her,” she told Daniel when he’d surprised her with a suggestion of his own. “She’s got a great body. I mean really great.”

She wondered if Daniel and Olivia might have hooked up in the past, despite his explanation of their circumstances. She certainly wouldn’t have blamed him if they had. Olivia was gorgeous and Chelsea wasn’t really the jealous sort or one to dwell too much on the past.

She and Daniel used the outdoor hot tub and very attentively he had soaped every inch of her body. She’d returned the favour giggling as she coaxed another erection from him.

But then she had to wash her hair and it was easier to do this in the shower. Chelsea liked to take care of her hair. She always thought it was one of her best features. If she’d had the opportunity the previous night she would have loved to have raided the neimann marcus salon for product.

As she ran the shampoo through her hair she kept thinking about Daniel’s offer to buy the gym and was so excited by the prospect. She imagined herself cycling to the gym on Monday morning knowing that soon she would be its new owner, or co owner to be more precise, with her ‘boyfriend’ Daniel. Partners, if you like.

For the cocktail party Chelsea had chosen a Green/blue dress that hugged her figure without being too revealing. She hadn’t wanted to embarrass Daniel or herself. The only problem with the dress was that it was impossible to wear the lingerie she’d bought to go with it as the dress showed all the lines. And so Chelsea wore nothing underneath. It would be something for Daniel to discover later

When she joined him, Daniel was already in the villa’s lounge dressed for the evening. To Chelsea he looked hot. Like Daniel Craig almost and Chelsea went weak at the knees for Daniel Craig. Her Daniel could have been James Bond dressed like that.

“You need to get yourself an Aston Martin,” she told him. “You look fantastic.”

Presley emerged soon after. Chelsea had to admit she looked good. Sexier than she did. The black cherry dress covered her just enough not to make a scene. Any less and Chelsea would have been annoyed at her friend but Chelsea had to concede that Presley had pulled it off.

“I think this calls for a glass of champagne, Daniel,” she suggested.

As she said it, Chelsea couldn’t help noticing that for the first time she’d felt confident enough to tell Daniel what she wanted.

 

[Homerun2611]

Daniel wanted to be upfront with Chelsea about everything, so he wasn’t sure if there was an unasked question or not, but he wanted to be clear. “She’s got a great body. I mean really great.” He laughed, “Yes she does, particularly given she had a child, but some women it just makes them even curvier… Also, if you are wondering, I have never been with her, never even kissed her, other than the cheek and a hug. When I first got divorced, she kinds hinted on one of the flights, but I wasn’t ready. However, I do know enough about her, to know, that I think she’d be interested in both of us.” He raised his brow teasingly as he said it. “Of course you would need to be interested too?”

The fact was, she had been pissed at men when after her child and had some encounters with women. Since then she had dabbled in both, but did not date much, but from both stories and innuendo shared, it wasn’t for a lack of libido and desire, simply availability of time, and taking care of her son.

It hadn’t taken long in the tub for Daniel to be rock hard and wanting. He had slid his hands around Chelsea’s waist to guider her up his lap, only to get the look. It wasn’t no as much as, I need time to look good! He laughed, “Okay, but, I’d like to revisit this location yet this weekend when we can fully enjoy it, and… Missy, if you are going to make a practice, which I hope you are, of constantly getting me this hard, your boy here is gonna want to finish…“. He winked, he was loving it actually. Being so perpetually hard, and despite his age, she would find Daniel had a surprisingly short refractory!

Daniel forgot about the gym as he got ready, he hoped he hadn’t overstepped by offering, but he tended to focus on the moment at hand and tonight was all about trying to get a sense for what the fervor would be on the bidding for the vineyard and facilities. Peter’s review had been much more enthusiastic than Daniel had expected, and over the last couple of hours, partially due in no doubt to how much he was enjoying his time with Chelsea, he wanted this property.

As he often did before a big meeting, he was about to pour a scotch when first Chelsea and then Presley walked in.
He liked the reference to Bond, his favorites were the original, Connery, and the latest Craig, “So, should I be making a martini, shaken not stirred!” He winked, letting his eyes take her in. “Very sexy Babe, the perfect combination of enjoying you in it, and dying to get you out of it!“

But he had to bite his lip at Presley’s entrance, “Wow, you two really are quite the combo! People will be surprised to see me walk in with you, except Peter, who I believe, you can get to do anything you want him to?” The last part was for Presley, as he planned to have Chelsea nearby. “If there is anyone you see there tonight you’d like to meet, I think I know them, not that I think you’d be shy!” He wasn’t really flirting with Presley, but he was comfortable with her, and given the kiss and her hand on his cock, not to mention the flight home plans, they were only going to be getting to know each other better and better.

He liked that Chelsea took the initiative, “A toast is a great idea…” The Maison was stocked with two bottles of Dom. Daniel was not rally a wine slob. He couldn’t tell the difference between a $40 and 400 dollar bottle, $15 and 40 though, yes. He could tell teh difference between and 10 an 20 year scotch, and between a top champagne like Cristal or Dom and anything less. They were just more buttery, and most importantly he could drink as much as he wanted and not have a headache.

He took a towel and popped the champagne, letting it bubble over into the bar sink for a moment, before filling three crystal flutes. “To the two most beautiful women I have ever had stay in my hotel room, and to my girlfriend, who captivates me more with each passing second…” Clicking glasses, he first gave Chelsea a long kiss… and then with with Presley there, he leaned in to kiss her too…but let her guide as to where…

They took their filled glasses with them, making the walk down through the candle lit lantern walk way, to cocktails and hors d’oeuvres being served around the three tiered infinity pool, a soft combo playing in the background. There would be both business tycoons and stars, such George Clooney, Ben Affleck, J-Lo, and Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban were there.

The setting was elegant but festive, but in about an hour there would be a stage, live music and dancing. Keith would indeed be performing a few numbers for the assembled bidders and guests. Daniel had thought there were going to be about 15-20 bidders total, but given there were 60 or so people around the pool area, he assumed there were partnerships, like his and Peter’s and small syndicates that would be bidding.

Tonight was about learning the competitive landscape while also having fun. He whispered to both women, “Try to talk to people, particularly men will want to talk with you, they are likely to brag about their intentions, if they do, try to take mental notes and let me know who they are and what they say?”. He laughed and looked at Chelsea, “That’s right, Mr. Bond wants you to be a spy!”

Daniel led the girls to Nicole and Kieth, who he clearly knew as he kissed Nicole on the cheek and smiled shaking the hand of Keith Urban. Nicole . “Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Chelsea and her friend Presley. Peter had obviously been watching for them and came up on their side, and my newest partner Peter.” Nicole was graciou, but she had been waiting for Daniel, “Well? Will you?”

For a month, since his retirement had been broadly announced, he had been inundated to sit on various boards, one near and dear to Nicole Kidman, The Children’s Wish Network, often referred to as make a wish. This one had touched Daniel more than any, “Yes, it would be an honor, under one condition, that your husband here do ”For You“ tonight, it is one of my favorite songs.”

She put her arms around Daniel and gave him a big, friendly kiss on the lips, and he only laughed, “If I’d have known I’d get taht, I would have gotten back to you, even sooner…”. He slipped his arm around Chelsea, but the night was off to a good start already!

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Chelsea watched as Daniel opened the champagne bottle and poured the three of them a glass. She had no idea how much the bottle had cost but if she’d had to guess she would have said it was expensive.

Daniel made a toast which made her blush a little in front of Presley but she kissed him gently on the mouth afterwards.

“Get a room you two,” Presley said sarcastically

“Are you feeling left out Sis?” Chelsea asked her friend. Then she turned to Daniel and smiled. “You should kiss her. Just to shut her up,” she told him.

Daniel didn’t need a second invitation. He was keen and Chelsea watched as he kissed Presley quite passionately.

“Remember you two,” Chelsea told them afterwards. “No sex until we’re on the plane.”

“She can be such a mean bitch,” Presley joked to Daniel.

“Don’t be so ‘lippy’,” Chelsea told Presley adopting her bossy tone. Then softening and saying, “and come here and give me a kiss too.”

Presley put her arms around Chelsea’s waist and Chelsea put her hand on Presley’s back, pulling her closer. The two girls kissed softly but passionately.

“Love you,” Chelsea told her friend.

“Love you too,” Presley replied.

The party was not the sort of affair that Chelsea was used to. For a start the cups weren’t plastic but it seemed to be more of a gathering than a party really.

When Daniel told Chelsea and Presley that he wanted them to be his spies, Chelsea could have laughed. She was the least devious, most obvious person you could meet. She also felt as if she didn’t belong in the room with all the other rich successful people. But if Daniel wanted her to talk to people then she would do her best to overcome her feelings of inadequacy.

Meeting Nicole Kidman was something though and Daniel had told Nicole that she was his girlfriend too. Nicole to be honest wasn’t particularly interested in talking to Chelsea however but wanted to press Daniel on sitting on the board of a charity. It did nothing to ease Chelsea’s feeling of not belonging but she’d heard of Make a Wish and knew they made the lives of sick children happier and so she was proud when Daniel said yes.

Chelsea couldn’t have told you who the handsome man who stood next to Nicole was. Country music wasn’t really her thing nor had it been her parents. But he seemed pleasant and it looked like he was going to perform later.

As they were talking to Keith and Nicole, Peter joined them and Chelsea sensed that the two might want to talk strategy.

“Come on,” she said to Presley. “We’ve got our orders and I suspect the boys need to talk, so let’s go spy!”

Chelsea gave Daniel a peck on the cheek and the two girls left the men to talk.

“I really feel like I don’t belong here,” Chelsea admitted to Presley as soon as they were on their own.

“Don’t be silly,” Presley retorted. Then added grandly, “you’re Daniel Owens’ girlfriend ‘dontchaknow’. Besides, If anyone doesn’t belong here it’s me. I’m Daniel Owens’ girlfriends’ flatmate.”

Chelsea laughed.

“This isn’t like you Chelsea. Who gives a fuck who these people are. We’re here. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

“What’s going on with Peter?” Chelsea asked “I’m guessing he’s hit on you?”

“Just a bit,” Presley laughed. “He’s a player but if nothing better comes along he’ll do.”

“Well just be careful,”

“I’m guessing you and Daniel are going to want to be alone tonight.”

“I want tonight be special,” Chelsea said dreamily. “And I don’t want us to look back on it and regret spending it in a threesome with some skank, “ she laughed.

“I can see it now, “ Presley said pretending to be hurt. “In a year’s time when you’re all rich, you wont even remember me. “

Chelsea felt a pang of guilt for her previous comment She wanted to take Presley in her arms and reassure her. Instead she put one hand on her waist and leaned in to whisper to her.

“Don’t ever think that,” she said. “I promise you that whatever happens we’re going to grow old together.”

Presley was touched by the sincerity.

“I know that,” she replied.

Presley cast her eye over the room. She noticed a tall young italian looking man on his own, looking at his phone. He was possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“We should definitely go spy on him,” she laughed pointing the man out to Chelsea.

 

[Homerun2611]

“You cunt! You whore cunt!” Gianni read the message, and saw the picture of the soiled ladies panties, that were lying at the foot of the master bedroom of his beautiful villa back in Milan. Gianni, was Gianni Martuzzo and the note was from Antonio Ferrari, Gianni’s frequent but far from exclusive lover. “Well it takes a little bitch like you, to recognize a cunt, and what are you doing in my house anyway?”

Antonio was gay, but Gianni, who was ten years the junior of the still fledgling designer in the prestigious house of Armani. Antonio wanted them to be exclusive, and Gianni, who was not only bi, hence the panties in his bedroom, but being only 21, barely out of University, was in no hurry to be exclusive to anyone, even to Antonio who just might have the cutest ass, and suck the best cock in all of Milan!

That was the interaction that Presley was unintentionally, eavesdropping in on, at that very moment. Nicole and Keith had been invited for their celebrity value, but were not really bidders, but they did provide some insight into some folks that had reached out to them already at the party, and it seemed like there were only a handful of real bidders. However, if they did move ahead, Daniel and Peter agreed, that having Nicole Kidman be a face for their brand, similar to what Mila Kunis was doing for Jim Beam. But their intention was a middle tier to more upper tier wine, price points ranging from $35 to 75, competing to the Prisoner brands. Nicole had just the right level of beauty, warmth and sophistication, as slightly differently did Keith.

Peter and Daniel had agreed to divide and conquer, each trying to interact with as many of the four other individuals at the party and gain a sense of how intense the bidding might become, and if there were any new bidders who had arrived that might be at all problematic. One of those was the Martuzzo family, Gianni’s parents were well established Italian wine makers. While their name carried great repute, Daniel had back channel information that the family was in a bit of financial trouble. it was quite sad actually, but covid had hit their region hard, and they had basically lost almost their entire 2022 harvest. They were more artisans than mass producers and just hadn’t had the liquidity to withstand the Pandemic.

As Daniel suspected and would later confirm, Gianni, the charming playboy son had been sent by his parents to put out feelers, they needed investors, and Daniel was open to the discussion. Not only did he enjoy their very high end reds, but he respected how they had paid their people, even to their own demise, even when their employees could not produce. he wasn’t sure if he wanted an ownership stake, but debt at reasonable, not usurious returns were possible.

Daniel and Peter came up behind Chelsea and Presley. “He’s tasty isn’t he?” Daniel laughed, and while his hands were on Chelsea’s waist from behind as he kissed her neck, pressing his body a bit into hers. “Very tasty!” It was Peter, not Presley who at first responded, “I know, I’d like a nibble or lick!” The comment was inappropriate but funny and Daniel laughed.
“Presley, the man you are admiring is Gianni Martuzzo, the playboy son of Halle and Giancarlo Martuzzo. I believe his parents are looking for investors, they are good people, but they could be competition here, I guess. if you could find that out, anything else you might get from Gianni is up to you? Would you mind?” Daniel gave Presley a wink. “He is only 21, just graduated, but he is supposedly very … playful!” Peter hooked his arm through Presley’s, “I know his parents, would you like me to introduce you, see how playful he is?”

Daniel whispered into Chelsea’s ear. “Would my girlfriend mind staying with me?” Daniel had a few people to talk to, plus the music was going to begin soon, and he wanted to dance. There were some interesting people people at the party, eclectic tastes. They would meet some stars, and the very wealthy, and some less wealthy but true wine enthusiasts. They would also meet Sheik Omari and his wives. The Sheik was a voyeur, his wives his entertainment, but, he would make clear, during their conversation his interest in Chelsea and Daniel, an interest Daniel did not know quite how to respond to…

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Presley accidentally snorted at Peter’s joke about wanting a nibble and a lick of Gianni. And when he offered to introduce her to Gianni she gladly accepted.

“Just so you know Daniel. I’m only doing this to help you out,” she said, tongue in cheek.

When Gianni saw the two of them approaching he quickly put away his phone

“Peter, good to see you my friend,” Gianni said as they approached.

Presley watched as the two men embraced and kissed each other on both cheeks. It must be a European thing she thought to herself.

“Can I introduce you to Presley. She’s a friend of Daniel’s,” Peter offered.

“So Daniel’s finally decided to get back in the saddle,” Gianni teased devilishly.

“He has,” Presley replied. “But not with me. I’m Daniel’s girlfriend’s friend.”

“And you’re not going out with Peter.?”

“No”

“So you’re single?”

“And ready to mingle,” Presley added looking at both men.

“Interesting,” Gianni replied intrigued. “In my country it always pays to make sure. That’s if you don’t want to wake up with a horse’s head in your bed.”

Peter laughed but the joke was lost on Presley although she got the idea.

“Will you be bidding tomorrow?” Presley asked. “Because I’m not sure I should be fraternising with the enemy.”

Gianni laughed.

“These days my family are more sellers than buyers. I’m here to see who’s in the market for a high end vineyard. Other than that I’m just here for the food and anything else that might come my way…”

Gianni let the implication linger and for the first time it crossed Presley’s mind that she might not have been its only target.

“I think the music is about to start,” Gianni began. “Shall we get a drink. It will ease the pain of having to listen to it. I’m not a fan of country music but I’ll hitch up my britches and line dance with the rest of you if I must.”

Presley wasn’t sure if the young man’s arrogance and sense of superiority was an act or whether he truly believed it but she was prepared to overlook his failings as he was just so good looking.

When Gianni offered Presley his arm, she took it and then when Peter did the same she found herself being escorted by both men.

Presley had landed on her feet it seemed.

****

Daniel whispered into Chelsea’s ear. “Would my girlfriend mind staying with me?”

Daniel was behind her, with his hands on her waist. She pushed her body back against his for a moment before turning round and putting her arms around his neck.

Kissing him she told him, “Why would I want to be anywhere else?”

“You know, Presley’s definitely got the hots for that Gianni. You can tell it a mile away. Did you know Peter had hit on her while we were in the villa. She likes him too.”

They made their way outdoors to where Keith Urban was going to be performing. Chelsea’s views on country music were pretty much the same as Giannis. To her it all sounded like two cats squaring up in a yard before a fight.

Chelsea had grown up on a diet of Rock and Roll and Bruce Springstein. Her father had looked a little like Elvis and he and her mom would often go to see rock and roll bands. But it was Springstein who had left a lasting impression on her. As a child she remembered watching her mom and pop slow dancing to “I’m on fire” in the living room. She’d always hoped that one day she’d be as in love as they were in that moment.

Nowadays, Chelsea liked Dance music. The sort mixed by European DJs that had no discernible beginning, middle or end and could go on all night. Given the chance, Chelsea could dance for hours, losing herself in the music. She and Presley had often dreamed of going to Ibiza and spending the night in places like Pacha or Amnesia only leaving when the sun came up in the morning.

This evening’s soirée however was about as far away from Ibiza as you could get, both geographically and culturally. But when the music started she could see that Daniel wanted to dance and Chelsea would dance to anything.

She caught sight of Presley already dancing with Gianni and Peter

“Come on,” she told Daniel. “Let’s show them how it’s done. “