The Chauffeur (#47) The Holidays

The Chauffeur (#47) The Holidays

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

As we got closer to the holidays, shopping for everyone got more difficult. Originally, Ronda had spent time with me to start getting things for some of the group. I had bought that gorgeous diamond necklace for Dakota, but I still didn’t have anything for Jill that I was happy with.

My idea about getting a couple of vehicles for Boddy and Sammy made sense in my head. I just needed to find out what color and which vehicles I should be buying them. Amy as well, I felt needed a new car as the crappy piece of junk she is driving needs to be replaced.

I still haven’t come up with anything to put the Jaxson, Inc. bonus checks into. I am happy with the boxes that I found at a curio shop on Rodeo Drive, but they are only mediocre. The New York office sent me an email telling me that the checks would be arriving in about 24 hours. They tell me that there is checks for my darling Dakota, for Jennifer, for Donna, and Sharon as well. Paula has a rather large check, however, the check for Tina and her Mother were not that large. I decided to add to that amount. I also decided to invite Tina and her Mother to the house for Christmas, hoping that they will accept.

Surprisingly, Roger Johnson had a rather large check. I guess that New York thought that all the security measures he performed for Jaxson, Inc. were worth a nice bonus.

John was going to be the recipient of a large bonus check. Then there were the checks that Jill and I were going to receive. I am still stunned by the dollar amount of these checks. However, we were not getting checks, instead we were getting direct deposit, which thrilled me as carrying a check of this size to the bank would potentially put me in harm’s way.

I haven’t heard anything from Ronda regarding her being pregnant or not. We have had wonderful intimate times but, she hasn’t told me that we have created a baby.

Mom told Jill and me that she wanted to go Christmas tree shopping with Fred. She had the idea that we needed three Christmas trees since the house was so large. She also liked the idea that we would decorate the outside of the house, making it all sparkly and bright. She found a company that did things like that and Mom has already called them.

It turns out that the wife of Special Agent Fernandez was ready to come to work for me helping our real estate division. Since Mark Newberg has left Jaxson, Inc. we have needed someone to help sell real estate from those who were being transferred.

As it turns out, Patrick and Heidi have hit it off. They have been seeing each other for the past couple of weeks. I was glad that my hokey date turned out for the best.

I took John and Diane to dinner. John still wanted a Christmas Eve wedding and Diane seemed set on a New Year’s Eve wedding. At dinner, I talked to both. To me, John was making the most sense. Christmas Eve was a time of love whereas New Year’s Eve was more of a party.

After a couple of hours of discussion, Diane finally relented and agreed to a Christmas Eve wedding. I told her that I am so happy that she decided to make the change. I also offered to pay for their entire wedding and if they were willing to hold it at the Chateau.

Over the past few days, I was summoned by Captain Billings to the Internal Affairs Department of City Police. They questioned me about the incident with Officer Murphy. They showed me the body camera and audio. I answered all of their questions. Captain Billings thanked me for cooperating and spending time with them. He told me that he was trying to get rid of Lt. Horowitz group inside the Police department.

As I left the Police station, I asked Fred what he thought that I should get for Mom. He was honest with me in that he had really no idea either. We chatted about some cute things for her room, but he told me that she really wasn’t looking for Knick-knack type of stuff.

Driving towards the Hawk, I saw the Ford dealership ahead of us. I asked Fred to pull into that car dealership so I could look around. As usual, Fred did what was asked of him.

He pulled in and parked the limo. I went inside and asked for Kitty Creamers. She came right over to me as she recognized me and remembered me.

“Kitty, I need a couple of cars again. Got any to sell me?” I ask her smiling.

“Of course, Mr. Greene. Do you have anything particular in mind?” she asks.

“Well, how about two Ford Flex vehicles, one in that cool silver and one in black. I also need a Ford Fusion in that titanium package,” I say to Kitty.

She seems stunned. This is the second time that I have bought three vehicles.

“As before, give me a good price and I won’t haggle with you. I’ll just be back later today with a check to purchase all three vehicles,” I say to her. She is just shaking her head. No one in the dealership keeps selling three vehicles at a time.

She goes into her boss’s office and comes back out with three sales contracts. Each one for a reasonable price. I take all three and head to the Hawk to get a check from Jill’s cabinet. Once I have the check, I ask Fred to take me back to the dealership.

When I get there, I fill out the check and sign it. Just as before, Kitty takes the check and the three contracts and heads to her boss’s office. About a half hour later, she returns and asks when I will be back to pick up the vehicles. I tell her in a couple of hours. She again thanks me for the business and I leave with Fred.

Fred takes me back to the Chateau. He waits outside for me. I go in and summon Bobby, Sammy, and Amy. They all follow me out to the limo, and we head off going back to the dealership.

The drive doesn’t take all that long. When we pull into the dealership, both Sammy and Bobby have his confused look. I just smile at them as we get out of the limo. Once again Kitty comes over to me and offers me three sets of keys. I sit Bobby, Sammy, and Amy down at a table. I put three sets of keys in front of them. I tell them that there is a silver Ford Flex, a black Ford Flex, and a Ford Fusion that is in their platinum package.

Bobby and Sammy seemed a bit stunned. I told each of them to chose which one they wanted and pick up the set of keys as the vehicle is theirs. I handed Amy the keys to the Fusion. Her eyes welled up.

“Darling you do so much for Jill and me, I felt you needed a good vehicle and not that piece of crap you drive currently. I hope this makes you happy,” I say to her. Tears are streaming down her face. Clearly, I have bought her something that she was not expecting. I saw Kitty smiling as well.

Amy got off the chair and moved over and sat on my lap hugging and kissing me. I was very glad that I found something that she liked. I have to say, Kitty seemed to be eyeing me up. I guess buying 6 vehicles makes you a little more attractive. I sat again in the showroom in one of their more comfortable seats. Kitty came over and sat next to me, she placed her hand on top of mine and just smiled. I saw her boss keeping an eye on Kitty and me, but I didn’t care.

Sammy and Bobby are very excited and get into their new vehicles and drive off the lot hooting and hollering. I see Fred smiling at the two chefs. Amy is still streaming tears of joy from her new car. I take her by the hand and walk her out to the vehicle. Kitty follows us giving Amy a synopsis of the new vehicle. Amy runs her fingers across the edge of the car taking note at all the exciting new things that this car has that her other car does not.

“Daddy, you know how much I love you for this?” Amy says to me. The Daddy reference caused Kitty’s head to swing around and ask, “Mr. Greene, is this your daughter?”

“No, she’s not. It’s a running joke back at the Chateau. Many of the young women call me Daddy because I take that kind of position in their lives. I want all the ladies that live at my home to make smart choices. Many of the ladies are still in college, which I help fund. They work for both me and my company. Opportunities for women today are abundant, they just have to be focused and go get them,” I say to Kitty.

I tell Amy that I love her and to drive safely back to the Chateau and be sure to park the new car in one of the garages.

“One of the garages, just how big is your home?” Kitty asks.

“Um, it’s got some size to it. Care to come home with me and meet my wife and all the people who live with me?” I ask her. She thinks for a moment then walks back inside and grabs her purse from her tiny desk and comes back out to me. Fred has the backdoor to the limo open. I gently push Kitty into the limo and follow her into the back myself.

“Mr. Greene, this is the first time that any of my customers have shown up in a limo to purchase not one, not two, but three vehicles,” Kitty moves closer to me and puts her right hand on my thigh. I know what she is thinking about and of course, I’m willing, but I don’t want to cause any issue with her and her boss at the dealership.

“How are things going at work?” I ask Kitty.

“Well, as you called it, my boss is being a total ass. I know that we dated for a bit, but he acts like he owns me and is completely causing me stress. I can sell cars, that much you already know, but every time I go into his office with a contract, he takes his sweet old time trying to nickel and dime most of the customers. You are the only one that he doesn’t do that to. He recognizes that you bring money and are ready to buy, not negotiate,” she tells me.

Before I get a chance to respond, she puts her arms around me and kisses me. She moves her body to straddle my lap. I slide down a bit allowing her more access to me if she wants it.

Turns out, she does want more access to me and begins to unzip my fly and fish out my cock, stroking me to full erection.

“Won’t your wife be jealous about me doing this?” Kitty asks me before I feel her mouth swallow my entire cock.

“Um, no she wouldn’t be jealous. She does the same things to guys she is interested in. We sort of have an open marriage, much like that of swingers,” I tell her. I get an acceptance moan as she is giving me an extraordinary blowjob.

I reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties aside allowing my fingers access to her wet pussy. She begins to ride my hand thrusting herself several times until she reaches an orgasm.

“OH, MY GAWD, HOW DO YOU DO THIS?” Kitty says to me as a huge orgasm rolls through her body. I can feel her pussy spasm on my hand.

She is struggling to continue to fellate me. I feel her lips continue to suck my manhood. My cock touches the uvula in the back of her throat as I continue to thrust my cock into her enjoying her oral skills.

“David, we have someone following us. It’s a black Dodge 300. They have been back there for nearly three miles now. Every time I change lanes, they also change lanes,” Fred says to me.

“Fred let’s take a different way home and see if they follow us,” I tell him. He makes a right-hand turn and goes a completely different way. The Dodge 300 continues to follow us.

Fred puts in a call to the Police. They tell him to lead the vehicle to the Police station where they will have a couple of officers waiting outside for the car. They will also have a couple of officers in their Police vehicles waiting for them at the end of the street.

We take a few minutes, but when we turn down the road to the Police station, they speed up, make a left turn and accelerate away. I didn’t get their license tag, but I think that Fred did. We pulled over by a couple of officers waiting outside and Fred gave them the information regarding the vehicle. They wrote the information down in their notebooks and thanked us for our assistance.

Kitty was a bit nervous as she has never been involved in someone following her. I assured her and Fred assured her that she was in no danger at all. She said OK, but I could see in her face that she was not settled.

I put in a call to the Chateau asking them to keep an eye outside just to make sure everyone is safe. Bobby answered the phone and thanked me for their new vehicles. I told them it was my pleasure to get them a Christmas gift for all the hard work and wonderful meals that they produce for everyone, including my boy John, which caused them both to laugh.

John has been a good assistant, he has continually anticipated my needs and acted upon them. He has no idea of the size of the check that I have been made for him. Both him and Dakota have done marvelous jobs taking care of me, BJ has done a great job taking care of Jill. I know that Jill is very tired from preparing Jaxson, Inc. ready to make a stock swap.

I had another couple of meetings with Tony Stewart, but so far, we haven’t come to an agreement regarding creating an automotive sponsorship, but we’re getting close.

As we get to the Chateau, I am much happier now that we own the adjacent land and have put a secondary rod iron gate down at the beginning of the service road. I had all the cars in our garage and many of the limos keyed to open the gate without having to enter numbers into the keypad.

As we entered the courtyard, I heard Kitty gasp looking at the sheer size of the house. She just stares out the limo window at the house, trying to figure out just how large it is.

“The home is 20 bedrooms and 31 bathrooms. There are two pools each with a cascading waterfall from the hot tub into the pool,” I tell her.

“Um, David, did you just tell me that your home has 31 bathrooms?” Kitty asks me.

“Yep and 20 bedrooms, three master suites, and three kitchens, a large TV room, and two gaming rooms that are second to none in the entire US, plus a pool table room and several other rooms that we haven’t even designated yet,” I tell her. I can see that she is completely amazed.

“So, do I get the five-cent tour?” Kitty asks me.

“Of course,” I say to her.

Fred pulls the limo around to the front door and we get out. I open the front door and let Kitty step into the Chateau.

“Why do I think that there have been a lot of naked pool parties out back, am I right?” Kitty asks.

“Well, yes and no. Naked is sort of a way of life around here. This is a very clothing optional place. Wear clothes don’t wear clothes it’s all good,” I tell her.

I see the excitement in her eyes.

Jill is sitting out in the TV room along with BJ. They are chatting, about what I have no idea. I introduce Kitty to the playgroup in the TV room. She does a wave with her hand saying hello to everyone.

My darling Dakota got up and took me by the hand and sat me down at one of the chairs at the kitchen table. As usual, she straddled my lap and rubbed her pantiles pussy on my lap. I just laughed at her little amusement regarding me.

CHAPTER 2

I looked around and found a FedEx envelope, the very one that I was expecting. It held all the bonus checks. I flipped through them. I took the envelope up to my office, looking around for something to put the bonus checks in to hand out. In the envelope, I saw a check for Rob, our IT guy and one for Tina. Since I wanted both to have their check-in time to use it before Christmas, that meant I had to go to the FedEx store to mail them out overnight. I went back downstairs and asked Jill if she had anything that needed to be sent.

“Of course, I have stuff. Let me go get it,” she says to me. It only takes a few minutes and she returns with a stack of papers all binder clipped together. She wrote the address she wanted this stuff sent to. As it turns out, it was the New York office of Jaxson, Inc.

“Jill, can you entertain Kitty while I run up the street to the FedEx place?” I ask Jill.

I asked Dakota to drive me to FedEx. She grabs her keys and we head out to the garage. I get into the passenger seat, which felt a bit odd. The FedEx store is only located about 10 minutes from the Chateau. When I get there, I carry all the stuff inside and fill out the necessary labels to ship off all the paperwork. I had one envelope for Rob, one for Tina, and the last one from Jill to the home office. While I was standing in line, I noticed a package of heavy decorative paper envelopes along with a stencil for calligraphy and a package of colored pens.

After paying for all of it, I carried my bag out to the car. I kissed Dakota and said, “Let’s go home,”. She didn’t take long to get us back to the Chateau.

Once we were back, I went upstairs to the office and began my project. Each envelope I carefully put someone’s name on it in calligraphy. It looked nice when I finished. I put the check in the envelope and sealed it. Before sealing it, I doubled checked that I had the right check in the proper envelope.

It really didn’t take all that long to complete the project. Once I was done, I summoned everyone to the TV room.

“I want to chat with everyone because I have a gift for everyone in the room and a couple of people who are not here,” I say to everyone. However, I had forgotten that I didn’t have anything for Kitty, but I figured she would get over it.

I pulled out the list of checks and amounts to review them once again. It read:

Jennifer $125,000

Diane $20,000

Amy $25,000

Paula $65,000

Donna $50,000

Tina $10,000

BJ $45,000

Danni $10,000

Bobby $10,000

Sammy $10,000

John $125,000

Dakota $300,000

Fred $50,000

Dr. Ronda $25,000

Roger Johnson $45,000

IT Rob $50,000

And the final two were Jill and mine. Jill’s bonus was $146 million, and my bonus was $354 million.

“Do me a favor everyone, when I call your name, come get this envelope from me. I hope all of you like it as I spent a lot of time doing the calligraphy on the front.”

I called out each name except for Roger Johnson, IT Rob, and Tina. Bobby and Sammy were surprised that they got an envelope as well.

“Daddy, can we open them now, or wait until you have them all handed out?” Dakota asks me.

“Please wait, I want to see everyone’s faces,” I tell her.

I write down on a scrap piece of paper what Jill made for bonus and handed it to her. She was stunned and speechless. She just sat at the dining room table staring at the dollar amount I wrote down on the paper.

“Alright, with the exception of our guest Kitty, does everyone have an envelope?” I ask the room.

I see everyone’s head nodding yes.

“Well, I won’t make you wait any longer. Feel free to open them,” I tell everyone.

Jennifer is the first to shriek. She jumps up and runs towards me leaping onto my chest hugging and kissing me. When she releases me, my darling Dakota comes over to me and cups my face and begins a long passionate kiss. I kiss her back as romantically as I can possibly do.

Bobby and Sammy both come over to me and ask, “Sir, why did we get a check? You just bought us trucks,” they ask me.

“So, you wouldn’t like a little bit of extra money? I thought you two take such good care of everyone that you should be rewarded as well,” I tell them. Both smile and put the checks into their pockets and go back into the kitchen.

I see Amy’s face all covered with tears of joy once again. Her eyes are all puffy, but everyone can see she is so happy.

John is sitting on the floor just looking at his check and at Diane’s check. As I watched him, it dawned on me that my Christmas gift to them could be me paying for their wedding. In my head, I would think it would be a formal wedding with everyone dressing up and there being one hell of a reception.

Jill finally regained herself and asked me what my bonus was. I wrote it down on the same piece of paper $354 million. She looked at me and just had to stay seated as these numbers were stunning.

I walked over to Dakota and asked her to call Tina and her Mother and invite them here for Christmas. She said she would take care of it for me. I kissed her, she kissed me back cupping my face once again. I put my arms around her and pulled her into me tightly.

“I hope you like your bonus check. In my opinion, you earned every penny of it, putting up with me and always taking care of me,” I say to her.

“Daddy, I hope you know how much I love you. You and Jill always take such good care of me,” she says smiling at me.

“If you want to be surprised, go ask Jill to show you the bonus numbers for her and me,” I say to Dakota smiling. She gets up and walks over to Jill. I see her asking Jill for the paper. Jill turns the paper around so Dakota can read it. I see all expression leave Dakota’s face, probably the only time I have left her speechless. John saw her with Jill and asked what was going on. Dakota told John and Diane that the numbers on the piece of paper were Jill and my bonus checks.

She turned the paper around and pushed it towards John and Diane. Now, even John had to sit down. He stared at those numbers. Here a few minutes ago, he had a check in his hand for more money than he has ever had and now he is looking at the bonus numbers of Jill and I and he is trying to wrap his head around making that much money as a bonus because we still made our salaries.

All the ladies came over to me and hugged and kissed me. Jill also got lots of hugs and kisses from everyone.

“Darling, why is there an envelope for Dr. Ronda?” Jill asks me.

“Because she has been an intricate part of our family. She helped Tina when she got brutalized, she helped you when you had the miscarriage at Outback, and now she has asked that her and I make a baby together. I just thought that she should get some Christmas spending money as well, don’t you agree?” I say to Jill.

“Of course, Darling. You know that Ronda is a dear friend of mine and I’m really happy that you thought about her as well,” Jill says back.

I go over and sit down next to Amy whose eyes are still producing a stream of tears. I put my arms around her and pull her into me. I hug her tightly and give her a kiss. She puts her arms around my neck and nearly strangles me. I just smile at her.

“Darling, you do so much for Jill and me that I wanted to make sure that we did something to make you happy and show our love for you,” I say to her.

“But Daddy you just bought me a brand-new car and it is so beautiful,” she says as a reply to me.

“Darling, you have earned every penny we gave you,” I say before I lean in and give her a big kiss.

Since John and Diane were still sitting together at the dining room table, I sat down across from them.

“John, Diane, I have a further gift for you two from Jill and me. We’ll call it your Christmas gift. We would like to give you a wedding. Something big, something lavish, and something formal right here at the Chateau, if you will allow me the honor of taking care of this for you guys. You both mean the world to Jill and me and thus we would like to gift you a wedding of your dreams…….and by your dreams, that is directed towards you Diane. I truly believe that as long as there is a buffet after the wedding John is good,” I say laughing.

John tells me that I am spot-on with my belief, shorts, tee shirts, and a buffet and he would be happy. However, I reminded him that the wedding is for the woman, not for the man. Now, the New Year’s Eve party that we’re going to throw will be legendary and their college friends will talk about it for years to come. John just sat there and smiled.

I carefully watched Diane; her mind was already thinking about the wedding. John got up and went over to his Mother and told her about Jill and me paying for their wedding on Christmas Eve. For the second time in about an hour, Jennifer shrieked and hugged John and Diane. Now Jennifer and Diane were already making plans on what needs to be done. I looked at Jill and she rolled her eyes at me. Dakota saw this as well and giggled.

“Jill, are you at a point where you can loan BJ and her friend Danni to Jennifer and Diane to help with the wedding planning?”

“Um, yeah I can do that. We’re pretty much at a stopping point until after the New Year and since I hear you want to throw another party, we’ll hold off doing anything until January 3rd or 4th.”

“That sounds wonderful!”

Now, I’m getting a bit excited. I would like John to do a formal tuxedo. I am sure that the nicer we make John look; the more apt Diane will be crying her eyes out. I walk over to Sammy and let him, and Bobby knows that on Christmas Eve we are holding a formal wedding for John and Diane. They both smiled and told me not to worry as they will put forth one hell of reception of food and of course a wedding cake that everyone will just love. They are excited that they will get to use all that they know feeding everyone during the reception.

I thank them for all that they do, plus they again thank me for buying each of them a new truck. I couldn’t remember if we got them a house credit card to pay for groceries, so I asked Dakota to check into that for me. I was not going to give up Dakota to Diane and Jennifer for planning this wedding. They’ll have to live with BJ and Danni, which I was happy to include Danni. It dawns on me that we could shut the office down until January 4th and just pay everyone their salaries for that time, so they have plenty of paid for time to be with their family over Christmas.

It didn’t take all that long before all the ladies were at the dining room table each throwing in ideas about the wedding. John and I sat down at the kitchen table and made a plate of food from what Bobby was cooking.

“John, have you seen Fred’s nephews or the porn twins in a couple of days?”

“No, none of them have come inside the big house, heck I don’t even know if they are even out at the pool house,” John tells me.

“How about Allison or Belinda?”

“Um, yes on Allison. She comes inside every night from the studio, but I think I’ve only seen Belinda twice in the past week,” he tells me as we are watching all the ladies being so excited about the upcoming event.

Sammy, being a gentleman brought three of his delicious cakes out to the dining room table.

“Ladies, if I may throw my hat in the ring for you to consider Bobby and I to help cater your wedding,” he says to them.

Jill responds, “Um, you two are the only ones we trust to cater this shindig, so gear up buttercup there’s gonna be a wedding,” Jill says in a cute southern accent.

CHAPTER 3

I see John practically drooling over the cakes. He gets up and takes a slice of the lemon crème cake and gets me a slice of carrot cake with the crème cheese frosting.

When he sets the plate in front of me, I can hardly wait to dig into another delicious dessert made by Sammy. Bobby has the real talent for making the entrée, but Sammy’s real touch is the desserts. His appetizers are delicious, but they are no match for his cakes.

“David, I want to ask you something, but I don’t know if it’s proper to ask or not,” John says to me.

“John, ask me anything you want,”

“Well, actually it’s two questions. First, did you and Jill really make a little more than $500 million together? And, second, I’m nervous about being a husband and a Father,” he says to me in a serious manner.

“Yeah, Jill and I did make that much as a bonus for this year. Of course, I owe it all to Mom since she stood tall for me at the stockholder’s meeting if you remember. Mom gave the board members a beat down that will keep them at bay for a while. Now, as to your worry about being a husband and a Father. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine. Diane is a wonderful gal and you’ve become a great guy. You’ve shown great maturity. You take care of Diane. You make it apparent that you love Diane and your baby,” I say to John which makes him smile.

All the ladies are chatting about wedding plans. Jill and Diane get up from their seats and come over to John and me. Jill sits down in my lap and Diane sits in John’s lap. We both hug our ladies. My second wife, Dakota also comes over to me and kisses me. Jill gets up off my lap and cuts herself a slice of cake, the chocolate cake. While she is cutting the cake, Dakota sits her beautiful ass down on my lap and begins kissing me passionately. I respond as best I can.

When Dakota is done smooching me, Paula comes over and sits her cute ass down on my lap as well. However, she has the idea that she and I need to rethink the bet with Bertha and the other two. Paula’s idea was that maybe John and I need to postpone the bet until after the New Year. Paula knows that we are expecting a huge amount of college co-eds for NYE. Diane and John seem to think that the number will be closer to 1000 college kids drinking and fornicating just about everywhere. Fred suggested that we lease the parking lot three blocks away and have several of the limo buses move people from the parking lot to the Chateau.

Fred also had the idea that we would have some security collect everyone’s keys, put a name tag on them and not hand them back until noon the next day. This makes a great amount of sense, not allowing people to get their car keys back until afternoon the next day, thus keeping drunk people off the roadway.

John, Fred, and I left the Chateau to head to the Italian Restaurant that we like. Once we were there, Fred parked the limo and the three of us went inside to eat and of course, to discuss the wedding.

When the owner saw Fred, he came over and hugged him. He offered a bottle of Chianti, but none of us really wanted to drink. I asked for a Coke. Fred asked for an orange juice and John also had a Coke.

Once again, the waitress brought us a basket of garlic bread. I don’t know what it is, but they have great garlic bread. Fred decided on their homemade lasagna, John chose their ‘big bowl’ of spaghetti and meat sauce and I went with grilled chicken and alfredo noodles.

“John, have you thought about what style tuxedo you want for your wedding?” I ask him.

“No, I guess I’ll just get whatever the salesman suggests,” He says to Fred and me.

“Um, no. C’mon John, haven’t I taught you better than that? You need to look as stunning as Diane when you two stand with each other to get married,” I say to him. In my head, I already had a tuxedo place picked out for him.

“David, would it be weird to ask you to be my best man and Fred to be my groom’s man?” John asks kind of sheepishly.

“No John, it wouldn’t be weird at all. I would be honored to be your best man. Fred, how about you?” I ask him.

“I too would be honored. John, are you really wanting me to be a groom’s man?”

“Yes, sir. I trust you to not do something stupid, which I really can’t do with most of the friends Diane and I have,” he tells me.

“I’m going to assume that you want Bobby and Sammy to handle all the catering. Is that right?” I ask John.

“Oh, hell yes! And hopefully, Sammy will do our wedding cake. Do you think he will do at least a 4-layer cake or maybe even a 5-layer one,” he asks me?

“Any thought on where you want to take Diane for your honeymoon?” Fred asks John.

“Would Paris sound too weird? Neither Diane nor I have ever been out of the US except to Toronto. I know that Diane had the idea of Paris and Rome as our honeymoon locations, but not until after the NYE party. We want to see as many of our friends as we can before we fly out,” John says.

“You know, we do have a nice jet that can take you and Diane anywhere you two want to go,” I tell him trying to get him to think a bit. I see the smile, so I know that he is indeed thinking about using one of the corporate jets to get to Europe.

Fred also reminds him that both he and Diane need passports. I recommend that we stop at Walgreen’s and get the four photos that they offer for their passport service. John thinks that it is a great idea.

While we are eating, a couple of John’s friends walk into the restaurant and come directly over to our table. John introduces them and invites them to sit down and join us. They begin on asking what John has been up to. He just tells them that he is engaged to Diane and that Christmas Eve will be the wedding date.

“No fucking way! You and Diane? When the hell did that start, we didn’t even know you two were dating,” one of the guys says.

I just sat back and listened to John tell about how he was part of Diane’s crew, although he was going to junior college while the rest of her gang were going to USC. He tells that she didn’t judge him just because he lost his scholarship by screwing around.

The friends attack the pizza when it hits the table like termites attacking wood. Fred and I just look at each other and smile, oh to be that young again. Fred decides that he’s going to go wait in the car for John and me to finish. I just sit in my chair and listen to all the antics.

“Hey, John. Have you invited your friends to your New Year’s Eve party?” I ask.

“Um, no sir I haven’t,” he tells me. I wait for a moment and sure enough, John tells them about the NYE party that we’re throwing at the Chateau.

He gets asked what time to show up and are they all allowed to bring a plus one. John tells them that they can bring a plus one. He points to one of the guys and says, “Well, of course, you are allowed to bring a plus one, but this guy will probably have to rent his plus one,” all of the guys laugh out loud causing the restaurant owner to smile seeing college-aged kids enjoying his food.

“David, I don’t think that you made mention of what time our NYE party shall start,” John says to me.

“Let’s start the party about 6 pm and remember we are collecting car keys when you enter, and we will give them back once it is noon the next day. Also, I have decided to lease a parking lot and have a shuttle bus run every half hour until 11:30 pm. At that point, the shuttle bus will stop bringing people from the parking lot to the house,” I tell the table. In my head, I am now feeling a bit sorry for Bobby and Sammy. First, they are catering to the wedding then a week later they will be catering to an NYE party.

Maybe I should have Dakota check the culinary school once again to find a couple of temporary guys to help Sammy and Bobby cook for the NYE party. The fact that this will be mostly college co-eds means they will eat like locust. However, the amount of wine does worry me a bit. I know that some people become instant assholes once they begin drinking and there is no difference with college kids either.

John just realized that Fred was no longer at the table.

“Hey, where did Fred go?” John asks me.

“He went back out to the limo,” I tell him.

“What that fuck? You ride in a limo?” One of the boys says to John.

“Yeah, David here owns three limo companies, and thus we occasionally ride in one. Although you guys haven’t seen my new truck, it is fucking awesome,” he tells the guys.

When the waitress comes over to our table, I order a second pizza for the friends of John. I know that they must be friends of his as they certainly eat like him. There was no way I was ordering a bottle of Chianti for this table as they were driving.

As I sat there watching and listening to John and his friends a woman came into the restaurant clutching her son by the bicep. Just as they were sat by the hostess, a man came into the restaurant making a beeline directly for the woman.

“You know that I have rights,” he screams.

The owner of the restaurant goes over and tries to be helpful and calm the man down. He pushes the owner to the floor. This causes both John and me to get up from our table. I walk over to the couple. The woman is crying almost hysterically, and the man continued to scream at her.

“Sir you don’t want to do this in front of your son,” I say to him.

He whips around and puts a 9mm gun in my face. John instinctively pulls his weapon as well.

Of course, now I think that I should have hired the Secret Service 4, but they are no help at the moment. John is standing behind me with his gun pointing towards the man who is now screaming for the little boy, who is about 6 or 7 to stop crying.

“Sir let’s take this outside. You’ve got a lot of customers scared in here. You pulled a gun on an unarmed person. You’re screaming at this woman and little boy and acting like a lunatic. But most of all you’re forgetting the ace that I have,” I say to him in a calm voice.

Behind me, I hear, “Fuck me,” knowing that it’s one of John’s friends.

“I would advise you to keep your fucking nose out of my business,” the man says to me.

“Out of your business? Do you think that anyone in here wants to hear about your family issues? I can assure you that the moment you pulled that gun on me the waitress was dialing 911. You made it our business. Now, I don’t know what the hell is going on but you’re not going to shoot that woman nor that little boy and if you continue to point that gun at me, my friend John here will shoot you before I hit the floor,” I say to him trying to give the police enough time to arrive.

I see one pull up outside, then another and finally a third squad car arrives.

“You don’t get it. It’s supposed to be my time with my son, but she doesn’t think that I should get my son,” he says to me.

I step forward towards him.

“Dude put the gun down. All your son is going to see is you getting dead, something that no child should have to see,” I say seeing that we now have 5 officers. I see Fred coming from the limo, but one officer stationed outside won’t let him in.

The man begins crying, “It’s not fucking fair. She doesn’t even follow our divorce agreement and yet nothing happens. I am late by a minute with my child support and alimony and she is calling her lawyer,” he says before putting his gun down on a table and putting his hands in the air.

The Police officers pick up the gun and cuff the guy.

“Officers, may I chat with him for a moment?” I ask.

Before they walk him out, I chat with him. I end with giving him the name and number of my divorce attorney, someone that will hopefully level the divorce playing field. Divorce is tough, but when there is a child involved it becomes 10 times worse. Children get a front row ticket to the worse the parents can be.

The owner goes over to the lady with the child and asks if she is OK. When she says she is fine the owner takes a position that I had never seen before, he asks her to leave. She was shocked and made a loud and dramatic exit saying that she will tell all her friends how she was treated at this restaurant. John’s friends yelled at her if she hadn’t decided to go against the divorce agreement, then this whole unpleasant incident could have been avoided. But she didn’t hear anything anyone said.

It always bothers me when parents use their children as weapons against the other parent. I’ve seen it before, hell, I lived it and now, my son who is the same age as Dakota doesn’t call me or text me. That lack of contact bothers me to no end, but he is a grown-assed man and gets to make these choices. I just wish he would meet me for lunch, and we can have a conversation.

As the officers were putting the man in one of their cars for transport to jail, Fred came back inside the restaurant.

“Don’t worry Fred, John had my back and you know of course that I couldn’t just stay out of it. I didn’t want this to end with the little boy seeing one or both of his parents get shot, nor did the owner want the reputation that he has worked so hard to keep clean to end up with dead people in his restaurant,” I tell Fred.

With everyone hopped up on adrenaline, I ordered another extra-large pizza for the guys and another big bowl of spaghetti for John. Fred just smiled and went back to the limo.

The owner came over wanting to pick up our dinner check, which I didn’t want him to do.

John’s friends were all amazed that he now carried a firearm and had a carry permit for it.

“Dude, how long have you been an armed asshole?” One of the guys asked laughing.

“About a few months. David keeps me in check and pushes me along to handle my gun in a safe manner. We are going to be interviewing 4 Secret Service Agents this week. Our director of security, Roger told us that we needed to protect both David and Jill when they leave the Chateau,” John tells the group.

“Um, what is the Chateau?” One of the guys asks.

“It’s our house bonehead,” causing all the guys to laugh.

“Damn, how do we get this job you have? You are so different now than when we all used to hang out and get drunk on the weekend and here you are preparing to get married. Where do you and Diane think you will take your honeymoon?” Another guy asks.

“Well, we were thinking of Paris,” John tells the guys.

“TEXAS? You two are going to go to Paris Texas?” The same boy asks.

“No stupid, not Paris Texas, Paris France and then if David will still allow us to use his jet, maybe we will get to see Rome as well,” John says with a smile.

We sat there for another hour just chatting. I ended up ordering a third extra large pizza and the guys gobbled it down faster than John, which I didn’t think was possible.

Again, the owner tried to not let me pay the bill, but I wouldn’t hear of it. He has a great restaurant with delicious food, and I want to keep him in business as long as I can.

“John, we know that you are throwing an NYE party and that it will start at about 6 pm, but what should we wear?” One of the boys was asking which made me do a doubletake. I’ve never heard a college boy worry about what to wear to a party. John looked at me and just shook his head.

“Let’s do shorts and tee shirts and bring some swim trunks. I also want everyone to know that no drug of any kind is allowed at the Chateau. We’ll have plenty of wine and my chefs will be cranking out tray after tray of food,” I tell the table wanting to make it clear that no drugs are acceptable.

As the conversation begins to wind down, John gives all the guys his cell phone number. They get up from the table and head out of the restaurant. I pay the bill and head out to the limo, where Fred is just sitting and reading a paperback book. Turns out Fred is a Star Trek fan and reads Gene Roddenberry’s series.

As we got back into the limo several things came to mind. What about the porn twins and Belinda? How about Fred’s nephews? How many more chefs should we hire for the weekend party? What food should be made? Clearly, we need to hire some security to keep the kids in check. Should we have John and Diane write up a list of people they want to be part of the party? How do we let the co-eds know that there will be rules and they need to be followed? Of course, we need music. Lots of music to make the kids jump around. I know that the two gamer rooms will be used continually and of course the pool room will also be used. However, the red door room will remain locked as none of the college kids need to be in there.

As Fred is driving John and I back to the Chateau, I get a text message. It’s from Jill. It reads “Kitty tired of waiting for you to return, she left. She said she will call you another day. Love Jill”

I had completely forgotten about Kitty. I’m sure that this will be the first of many things that I forget preparing for the wedding and then the NYE party.

CHAPTER 4

When we got back to the Chateau, my mind was swirling with questions and thoughts. Hopefully, I can relax by doing some work. When I go inside another thought crossed my head, the safety of my ladies, specifically Jill and Dakota. They are both pregnant and I don’t want any of the college boys forcing themselves on my ladies.

I know that Dakota and Jill can hold their own, but in their own home, they shouldn’t have to do things to protect themselves and their babies. Well, our babies.

Again, my phone buzzes, this time it is a call, not a text message.

“Hey Darling, when do I get to put my hands on you again?” Ronda asks.

“You know the rules, just show up at the house and you can have your way with me,” I say to her chuckling.

“Oh, you’re such a tease,” she says to me.

“Hey, I have something for you. It’s an envelope with your name on it,” I tell her.

“An envelope. Who’s it from?” Ronda asks.

“I’m not telling, guess you’ll have to come by and pick it up,”

“OK, I’ll come by tomorrow night. I have to go to the hospital I have two patients that I need to check on,” Ronda tells me.

We say our goodbyes and end the call.

As my brain was still thinking about all those questions, Dakota came over to me and took me by the hand and pulled me into the kitchen. As usual, she pushed me down on one of the chairs so she could straddle my lap.

“Darling, did you get your check into the bank?” I ask her.

‘Yes, Daddy. It’s in there safe and sound,” she says to me causing me to feel better about her check in the bank and not still in her purse.

“Did all the ladies get their checks into the bank?” I ask.

“Yes Daddy, everyone got their checks into the bank No one lost their check,” she says to me. I just smile. Getting all that money into the bank made me feel much better.

“Darling, have you seen Allison lately?” I ask my darling Dakota.

“Yes, of course. She’s been working in the studio. In fact, she has Belinda plus three people in there currently. I think she wants to be a good tenant for you and that is why she works so hard,” Dakota tells me. I just smile. Out of all the porn group, Allison seems to work the hardest. Once again, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do for NYE. My gut says to close the studio down for the weekend since we will have so many kids here.

With Dakota sitting on my lap, I’m sure she can feel my cock getting hard and poking her cute little pussy.

Since I’m in the kitchen, I ask the two chefs, “Hey guys, I was thinking that hosting the NYE party will cause you two to fall behind making the food. I truly believe that they will consume the food much like locust consumes crops. Would you two be offended if we hired at least 4 more chefs from your culinary school? This way all 6 of you will be making appetizers, making entrees, and making desserts. Any objection with any of that?” I ask the guys.

“Sir, that would be great. Bobby and I were just talking about needing more help to cater to this whole shindig. If they eat as John does, then we need to provide lots more food. We were thinking Italian sandwich rings, pans of lasagna, breadsticks and alfredo sauce, lots of spaghetti and meat sauce, As far as appetizers, some of our tuna on Ritz crackers, some veggie dips, a large order of Green Goddess to stuff inside of mushroom caps, things like that,” Sammy says.

I am happy that these two guys are thinking ahead.

“Sammy, why don’t you and Bobby call the school and get 4 more chefs here to help you guys?” I tell him. He seems happy that I suggested getting some help.

“You know, we had the idea of BBQ and we bought all those ribs. Do we still have any of them in the freezers and if we do, what do you think about bringing a couple of more guys to act as grill masters?”

“Sir, that’s a great idea. Right now, ribs are cheap, we could get 80-100 pounds of ribs or even more if you think it would be a good idea. Also, we’ll make 20 pounds each of macaroni salad, potato salad, and Cole slaw much like last time. Oh, and I would suggest we get Coke to drop off a couple of hundred cases of Coke in the can along with Sprite and Diet Coke,” Bobby tells me.

“That means we will need another ice truck. Hopefully, we won’t end up with this one is all shot up,” I say smiling the whole time.

Bobby explains that 80-100 pounds of ribs aren’t even close to what will be needed. The chefs are suggesting 800-1000 pounds of ribs, which will mean that much of that meat will need to be cooked at least 24 hours ahead of time. Since it is corn on the cob season as well, Sammy suggests getting three to five bushels of corn. When I ask about the size of the pot needed to cook that much corn, he just smiles and tells me that cooking the corn will not be a problem. However, he did suggest that we get lots of butter. I remind him that both have new trucks and can go get groceries themselves, plus at least one of them has a house credit card.

A 1000 pounds of ribs would take at least 24 hours of continuous cooking. I am working with the chefs and figuring that each college boy will eat at least 5 ribs some may be more, some may be less but 5 is the number that we are targeting.

I thought about fried chicken to go along with the ribs. If I added two more pieces of chicken to the mix, then we are looking at 2000 pieces of chicken. We certainly would get used of the new fryer in the big kitchen. With Patrick’s company handling most of the cleaning, I need to alert him that there will be one hell of an NYE party complete with horny college co-eds.

I did think about getting three electronic dart boards and put them in the black door room where the pool table is located. I want more than just drinking going on, so having things like using the pool table, throwing darts, and utilizing the two game rooms hopefully will keep college kids amused.

I know that the pool service needs to come at least twice before the NYE party and again immediately following it. I also want the lot across the access road to be mowed and looking nice. When it comes to all our vehicles, I want them inside the garages and the doors to be locked down with the carabiners.

Just sitting at the kitchen table, I feel a bit overwhelmed. There is lots to do, first for the wedding and then for the NYE party. I considered getting a bunch of beer, but I will have to think more about that. I also need several Rubbermaid trashcans and several boxes of trash bags to handle all the mountain of garbage that will occur. In my head, I felt that I needed to hire a trash service instead of having it left everywhere.

The next 10 days will provide an interesting time getting ready for John and Diane’s wedding. Shortly after that, it will be an NYE party. However, with NYE being on a Tuesday, we still must plan for a huge turnout.

John and Diane have become much like a son and daughter to me. John holding a gun at the guy at the restaurant, made me feel safe. I know that I have an interview with the Secret Service 4, but I’m at a loss on what to ask them. I know that they can shoot so I just need to figure out how to interview them.

Certainly, taking the position of chauffeur and Jill being my trainer changed my life for the better and I am now very proud that we will be having our first wedding at the Chateau. Of course, I am very interested in seeing what Jill and Dakota will be wearing, and will it be a hideous bridesmaid dress?

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