Chapter 18 -- Road Show</p>
The first month of the 'Flowers by Candy' campaign was a colossal success. Candy kept having to call her supplies and beg them for larger and more rapid orders so she could keep up with demand. Even better, once the demand appeared, it didn't seem to diminish. Her customers weren't 'once and done' buyers.
The second month was even more spectacular as the local media program hit full stride with targeted advertisements and coupons in Denver area publications. The local paper also did a feature article on her and the Flowers by Candy campaign.
Candy signed up people for her 'Frequent Buyer' program and also for routine weekly, biweekly, and monthly deliveries. Just her look ahead based on the booked deliveries for the next six months put her about four times ahead of the business level she'd been doing before.
Candy couldn't handle the volume of business through the small store she'd set up. Fortunately, a slightly larger store next door became available, and she rented it providing she could knock through the connecting wall in several places to expand the display floor as well as her prep and storage areas.
Candy also hired one, then, two, and then three other women to help her. Where her store had been running from ten a.m. to five p.m., she was now open from eight a.m. to eight p.m., and busy almost every second.
When I walked into her store, even though she was with a customer, Candy ran across the store and hurled herself into my arms. "BRIE. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU." She pulled me over where she was building the bouquet for the customer and then crowed to that woman about how I'd helped her develop her business in such a great way.
Candy's customer asked what I'd done. I didn't get a chance to answer because Candy rattled off the list of things more rapidly than I could. Fortunately, she didn't say that I'd done it all pro bono. Instead, she said that my work was worth thousands in pure profit that I'd earned for her every second since things went 'live'. I couldn't have written a better testimonial myself.
Connie, the customer's name, asked, "Could you do that for me? I make and repair jewelry."
I asked her for more information and we stood there and she filled me in on her business, and how she made money. Candy listened carefully without interrupting.
I told her what I could try to do for her, but I couldn't guarantee the same results that Candy was having.
Connie handed me a business card and asked, "When can you start?"
"I haven't even priced my work for you?" I exclaimed.
"I like you. Candy obviously loves you and thinks you walk on water. That's good enough for me."
"I could come by tomorrow afternoon. Is this your home or a shop?" I looked at her card.
"It's a small shop, hours by appointment. How about three o'clock?"
"I can do that. I'll see you then." I gave her one of my cards.
I left Candy and spent the rest of the day working with Mike at his company -- my much bigger, longer-term client. Owen was also working for Mike in Denver that week, and planned to have dinner with Mike and Grace. We were staying at their home.
Candy was so busy that she couldn't commit to joining us with Chad that evening. She promised that over the weekend they'd see us for at least one night. Chad had started helping her after regular business hours when he finished up his regular job.
We had a great evening with Mike and Grace, and ended up swapping partners with them for our overnight companions. Mike was super horny and so we did a few things to sate his need for variety other than Grace in his sex life.
We were all at work bright early the next morning. We'd had a joint early breakfast as a local diner. Just before three o'clock that day, I broke off on my marketing and technology work for Mike, and drove to the address on Connie's business card. It was a strip mall in the old part of the city.
Connie welcomed me to her shop. She had several long display cases like most jewelry stores. The checkout station was in the middle of the store, and next to it was a circular work area where she could create her works of art. I took a few photographs, trying to get Connie in most of them.
We talked about her having a website, and then her approach to her artful endeavor. Everything in the store was something she'd created based on the gems, glass, and beads, as well as her own creativity. She had a kiln, and could make some of the glassware that comprised the pendants or core of her jewelry. I liked her work and told her so.
Our talk went on and on, and then I realized it was getting near dinner time. I explained to Connie, "We're staying with friends, and having dinner with them at an Italian place tonight. If you're free, you're welcome to join us."
Connie eagerly accepted, so I texted Mike, Grace, and Owen the news that I was bringing my new client to dinner with us. The two escort sincan escort of us left Connie's shop after she locked up, and she followed me to the restaurant in her own car. My three friends were already there at a large round table just inside the door.
I got welcome kisses from the three of them, and there were cordial greetings for Connie. Grace thankfully asked some of the questions I wanted to ask but hadn't about Connie's personal life.
Are you married? No, divorced. Children? None. Living arrangements? Live alone in a condo in University Park. Love life? Date but haven't had much luck with men. They then talked about her work. They'd already heard from me about how we met in Candy's shop, and about her testimonial about my work.
Connie was about Grace's age -- late thirties, with a thin body and angular features. Her ethnic background had left her with a constant all-over tan that would never go away. She'd gone to the University of Colorado after growing up in Grand Junction, but preferred the larger city.
I got the feeling that Connie was kind of lonely. I guessed that she had a few select friends, but not a wide and active social circle. I was so glad about Sheri and how my picking her as a role model had paid off for me.
Mike acknowledged that I also worked for him in a consulting relationship, along with Owen. We were doing vastly different work, but he also raved about the two of us and how helpful we'd been. Grace actively nodded along in a supportive way.
I guess there must have been some subtle chemistry between all of us that I didn't think showed, but Connie picked up the vibe. Maybe it was the seating arrangement: I was between Owen and Mike, and Grace was next to Owen. Connie followed the rotation.
Connie watched everyone like a hawk after she got that sniff that something was going on. We had a nice meal, friendly, and then parted company. I was none the wiser at that point.
I worked up my proposal to Connie a little that evening and for a short time the next morning. I set some objectives for the project and defined the deliverables. I broke down the timeline, so I had certain things by certain dates, and then added a little buffer in case there were some glitches along the way. I quickly took my form letter that was all my boilerplate, and then filled in the blanks with what I'd just worked up.
I emailed the proposal to Connie about ten a.m. and called her to let her know I'd just sent it. We'd promised to meet at five p.m. at her shop the next day.
I was eager to win Connie's favor and acceptance. I couldn't think of anything to add. I was waiting for some of the other managers in Mike's company to approve a few things on what I'd been doing, so I had some time. I roughed out a new website architecture for Connie, and created a Home and About pages, including some of the photographs I'd taken the day before. I had the page hidden behind my own site's firewall.
I was at Connie's shop about four-thirty. She was glad that I came early. We sat down and went over the proposal in detail, task by task, and deliverable by deliverable.
At one point, I moved my laptop in front of her and called up the Home page I envisioned for her new website. I started to talk about what I'd created and what my vision for the marketing of her business would be. I clicked on the one active link, and up popped her About page that included a photo of her working on a piece of jewelry in her work area. I'd added some verbiage about Connie and her passion.
Connie was speechless at what I'd done. "This is superb. I see where you're going with this. You then drill down by both choice of apparel -- necklace, bracelet, brooch, other, and then by material -- type of gem, type of setting and color, and so on. This is good."
"I want to please you. I'm glad my first draft is in the ballpark. There's a lot more, including a campaign to drive customers to your website, even outside of the city."
Connie looked at me for a long time. "You're having an affair with Mike, aren't you?"
I wasn't expected that at all. I reacted as though I'd been pushed back in my chair. "Wha... Wha... No, I am not having an affair with him."
Connie persisted, "And Owen is doing something with Grace -- Mike's wife."
I didn't respond, since there wasn't a question there unless I wanted to fill in the silence. I canted my head to one side to see where she'd go next.
Connie frowned and squinted at me. "The four of you are... intimate."
I confirmed her assumption. "We are. We like each other a lot, and that grew into those kinds of cross-relationships."
"I kind of guessed the way you sat and looked at each other, and then I heard that you and Owen were staying at their house. True, that saves money on expensive hotels, but together with my other supposition, that's what I came up with."
I said, "I'm sorry if that upsets you. I will certainly shield elvankent escortlar you from any visible evidence of our outside relationship."
Connie ignored my comment but added wood to the fire she'd started. "You all talked about another couple -- Chad and Candy. Candy is your florist girl that you helped and where we met, and I guess that he's her fiancé or boyfriend. From what was said, I assume that they are part of your intimate group?" The last statement had the tonal quality to make it a question.
"They are. Again, I will also be sure that Candy knows not to mention anything about her social life to you when you see her. Everything about her and her business is genuine and accurate. Her service is truly outstanding in that business segment. She will do very well."
Connie shook her head. "You missed the import of my questions. I don't WANT you to hide anything from me. I want details -- lots of them. I want... I want to be involved with all of you, please. I liked all of you at dinner and want to be with you in more and varied situations... even intimate ones."
She paused and looked at me. I guess I was looking a little shocked. Connie emphasized, "I want to be included in your friendships and... intimacy. I can only offer myself up to you."
I quickly said, "That's all we offer to each other." I paused and added, "Connie, we're very sexual with one another."
Connie nodded rapidly and had an eager look on her face. "That's what I guessed. I'm hopeful, in fact. Please include me. I know this may be a request that's way out of line. I've never asked anybody for something like this." She blushed in obvious embarrassment.
I shook my head. "The decision is not just mine. You should again come to dinner with all of us tonight. We're eating out again, and Chad and Candy are joining us."
Connie looked worried, "And I'd have to ask all of you together to be included."
I smiled, "All uncommunicated requests for something to happen, never happen. Don't worry, I'll help you by sharing this conversation with them and then supporting your request."

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Mike and I had Connie stretched out naked on the plush throw rug between their sofas in Mike and Grace's living room. The coffee table had been moved into the room's corner. She was again on her back, only this time instead of Owen, it was Mike slowly stroking his cock in and out of her sodden pussy. Her legs were wrapped around his body.
I was taking my turn having my pussy licked by Connie. I held onto Mike's shoulders as I'd lowered my 'snatch' (that's Sheri's word) to Connie's mouth. I was dripping semen from my fuck with Chad; Connie liked that, as it turned out. I loved the feel of her lips and tongue on my snatch.
I reached forward and used my fingers on Connie's pussy, teasing her clit back to another orgasm around Mike's cock. The rest of our sexually-active group had earlier toyed with Connie's pubic hair, carefully trimmed the unruly mop, and then shaved the remaining hair into the shape of a heart. I was thinking we should get some red hair dye to complete the job before Valentine's Day.
We had been welcoming Connie into our group since dinner ended and we went back to Mike and Grace's home. After a cordial cocktail hour and dinner, Connie had asked for admittance into our sexually-inclined group. I urged her to get specific about her boundaries and limits; it seemed there were none, at least that she knew about.
Mike and Chad had questioned her quite explicitly about her motivations and desires. Connie had been open and revealing about her unfulfilled sexual needs, and her hopes for a long-term intimate relationship with caring people. She did not want to remarry, at least just then. She was not out to break-up anybody else's relationships, and did not want to be the 'other' woman. She just wanted the pleasure and release of frequent sexual interactions.
I was sure I smelled like fresh cum in my cunt, because Chad had jettisoned a full load in there only a few minutes earlier. I offered the load to Connie, and she indicated with a smile of joy that she wanted me to deposit that load in her mouth with the help of gravity. She was using her fingers to help extract his semen from inside me so that I dripped into her mouth. Mike had meanwhile wanted to be in the new pussy.
On the sofa only a few feet away, Chad had Grace reclining as he pumped his cock into her. Next to them, Owen pistoned into Candy as she squirmed from one orgasm to the next. Next to them stood a large vase of aromatic flowers that Candy had brought Grace as a gift from her florist shop.
After that round of orgasms, the women formed a daisy chain on the rug, each of us lapping up the cum from one of the others who'd just been dosed with another load of jizz.
I judged that we were really a horny lot. I watched Connie. She was about ten years older than me, and I thought I'd slowdown in my sexual interest, etimesgut kaliteli escortlar but she was proving to me that I might speed up in my desires and want even more and kinkier sex over time.
Grace who was more like fifteen years older than me should have been my benchmark for my errant thinking. Since we started with the two of them, both Mike and Grace had proven to have libidos at least as active as mine and Owen's, and sometimes larger than Alaska. We all just loved to fuck.
Connie cuddled up with Owen and me after the daisy-chain cleaning and orgasm generation activity. She was very happy and relaxed. She made us all laugh by saying, "If anybody wanted to have sex again, I'm available." She giggled.
Owen made her squeal by pinching her nipple. I told her that if she stayed overnight with us, one of us would care for her in the middle of the night. That was becoming a pretty routine occurrence when Owen and I were in town -- everybody loved the hazy middle-of-the-night sex.
The next morning was a rush to get ready for work. Connie made us all laugh about wearing the same clothes two days in a row, and thereby signaling that she hadn't been near her home the night before.
I spent the morning finishing up the large number of changes to the website for Mike's company. I'd also took about an hour to train a woman on his staff about how to maintain the site, and, of course, I'd only be a telephone call away and I would be able to diagnose and work on the site from anywhere with a broadband connection.
I had lunch with Connie and planned to work with her for the afternoon. Connie gushed over our meal about how happy she was and pleased with everything that had happened since we met at Candy's flower shop.
She got both of us ramped up when she recounted in detail everything sexual that had happened to her the night before. She was very detailed -- 'and then Chad let me suck on his cock dripping in your juices. You tasted so good on his meat stick, but I wanted him inside me, so I inserted...'
Once we were back in her jewelry shop, we both had to go to her lavatory and wipe up our wetness.
Connie was vocal about wanting to repeat EVERYTHING that night. We did.

Chapter 19 -- Jake's New Toy</p>
Jake's bodyguard and I bonded. Susan was a sweetheart. A dangerous and deadly sweetheart who I never wanted to be on the wrong side of. With me she was always warm and loving. When we were in sexual situations together, such as at one of Jake's group sex parties, often we'd spend time naked just cuddling together.
Susan tipped me off about Jake's new toy, and his plans for his core group of friends to join him on some kind of adventure on various upcoming weekends.
The day before I saw it, I read another article in the Wall Street Journal about how he'd been almost prescient about the cryptocurrency market, and had consequently made several hundred million dollars by trading some of the currencies in a particular transparent and very legal manner.
Jake bought an airplane. To say it that way understates what he purchased. It sounds too simple and plain. Susan refused to tell me the details because she wanted Jake to have that pleasure.
Jake got us all to the airport one Friday evening before dinner. We were told to expect an unusual meal there. Well, the meal came later.
Jake had bought a Gulfstream 650ER -- the 'ER' stood for Extended Range. The sleek jet could carry nineteen of us, cruise at nearly the speed of sound or Mach 0.9, fly at 41,000 feet altitude, maintain a cabin pressure nearly at sea level, and was even more opulent in style, design, and appointments than his yacht.
He herded our group onboard, and we all buckled into one of the posh seats in one of the conversation groups in the plane.
A very pretty flight attendant gave a safety briefing to us as we taxied, and then we took off. Almost at the push of a button, our group were seated at two modern dining tables with table cloths and place settings and everything. We were served wine by the attendant, who I learned was very appropriately named Skye.
As we sipped our wine, Skye served us some hors d'oeuvres, and then a main meal of perfectly cooked beef medallions with potatoes and vegetables. Further, everything was served on fine china with stemware. We were all just amazed.
Jake made several toasts to each of us and to all our extracurricular activities that he hoped would never stop. While we ate the co-pilot came back and greeted all of us. His name was Deke, and he was a dreamboat, in female terms. I guessed he was ex-military. He'd flown something like 25,000 hours in fighter jets.
The co-pilot told us we were coming up over Washington, D.C., but would be turning west towards Indianapolis shortly to start making a large triangle that would have us safely home by bedtime.
Appropriately, dinner was cleared away and the interior of the plane restored to its normal flight configuration. A few of the group took coffee. Skye then announced that she would be in the cockpit in the jump seat, and to ring one of the attendant call buttons if we needed her. She disappeared through the door at the front of the plane after dimming the cabin lights.