Michael

It was the second time he’d fallen asleep with Mallory in his suite, the second time he’d had vivid and extremely lurid dreams about her best friend, and the second time he’d awoken to the sensation of the young blonde’s mouth around his cock. But that was where the similarities ended. The last time had been following a bitter fight and he’d awoken to her trying to snatch a few points while he was asleep. This time? He’d fallen asleep with Mallory naked and contented in his arms and he’d awoken to a smile on her lips.

“Good morning, Daddy.” Mallory popped off his shaft for a moment and gave him a wink.

Yes, different indeed. And the dreams of Janet, something was very different about them too, but Michael tabled that for now.

“Good morning, Mal.” He said, ruffling her hair playfully and sat back to let her continue. He smelled something wonderful, and noticed she’d ordered up some coffee and breakfast before she’d started. They were resting on his nightstand this morning. Nice touch. He took the mug and sat up slightly to sip at it while she slowly pleasured him.

For the first time since coming to the show, and truthfully for a while before that as well, Michael was feeling like his plans were really coming together. Lay out a bold goal, take aggressive steps to achieve it, and don’t waver in your commitment. Getting all seven of his women out of this game without an elimination was a bold goal. Some of the masters he’d watched in his review of past seasons had even attempted it. Fewer still accomplished it, but the ones who did – they were the ones who took charge of the situation. I was just letting events happen to me because it was the easy way to go. But that wouldn’t help my girls. They needed leadership, and that means tough calls. Telling all these women how I’ve felt about them – strangers, friends, colleagues, family? That was the one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

It needed to be done, but Michael patted himself on the back for it anyway. It’s what made me a good boss. Makes. I still am.

So I’ve got the plan, I’ve put it in motion, now to see it through. Michael thought. Usually that’s the most difficult part. The doubts, the FOMO, the setbacks would eat at him and pushing them down was a daily struggle. If all I’ve got to do is let a sexy twenty-year-old blow me? I think I can manage. I am still a man, after all.

Michael put down his cup and looked up into the ceiling mirror, watching Mallory’s body from above. On all fours over him, it presented a lovely view of her slim curves from behind. He’d noticed them before - Who wouldn’t? - but he could never linger. He’d spent so long mentally whipping himself about it, that it surprised even himself when he didn’t instinctively jerk his eyes away. Why should I? There’s no harm in looking. Michael thought. Considering he’d run it by Danica and Ronnie and even they thought it was ok… Freed from the burden of guilt, he took the time to really appreciate. She wasn’t much for exercising, but she was young and naturally skinny with still flawless skin and a tight ass that was to die for.

Any guy would be lucky to have her. And that dickhead Trent doubly so. Sure as hell, that’s over. In the moment, Michael couldn’t unpack all his feelings about that. Part of it was disapproval of her behavior, something he had felt a lot of over the years. Part of it was sadness for how she’d treated Janet.

Speaking of Janet. And speaking of luck… Michael and Mallory had only come together because of this show, the same with him and Vivian… and Sarah… and Luciana, which he hadn’t consummated but which seemed a foregone conclusion at this point. But Janet, he’d been fucking that redheaded goddess for years and couldn’t believe it. As in, he really couldn’t believe it, the whole affair all felt strange as he recalled all the times they’d slipped away for a night of sweaty sex in some beach hotel or at his office after hours. The memories felt strangely new and…untouched? He couldn’t put his finger on it, so he pushed it away.

Of course it feels unreal, it’s insane that I could be with someone that gorgeous. Michael felt his mind pulling towards dangerous territory. To a place where he might be **** to address the hypocrisy in punishing Mallory for cheating when he’d done the same to Danica. Or where he couldn’t enjoy fucking his harem because they were **** to be here. So as a defense mechanism, he pivoted to the positive.

This could be an opportunity for my girls. Michael thought as Mallory’s head bobbed on his shaft. Seeing how she helped Danica and Sarah, there must be something to this. I can have the girls help each other out. Get Mallory working with Luciana a few times a week, that will tone her up. Make her feel better physically. He quickly added, in response to nothing. But once he’d rationalized it as a move to benefit Mallory, then the ideas started flowing. Danica and Sarah can help Janet and Mallory finish school, they’re both academically minded. Ronnie could attend too, if she wants to. She’s young again, plenty of time to get her own degree. And on and on the ideas came. Plenty of time.

So lost was he in his own daydream that he didn’t notice how easily he’d been planning out all their lives. Or how, as he continued ogling the body of his stepdaughter and now lover, how his mind subtly shifted from There’s no harm in looking all the way to I have the right to look.

But all that’s a tomorrow problem.

Mallory moaned into his cock and shuddered slightly and, in her reflection, Michael noticed her slipping her fingers into her pussy while she sucked him off. He brushed back the hair over her eyes and saw the pure ecstasy there, but he couldn’t tell if from lust or her drunkenness returning in the morning.

“Mallory?”

“Yes, Daddy?” She stopped and looked up at him, still smiling.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“Sooooooo good.” She said. Michael finally caught the scent of weed on her, which had taken a while to break through the smells of breakfast and sex that permeated the room now. She noticed his sniff, and bit her lip in a guilty fashion. “I just woke up still flying from last night, and my new buzz coming on because I haven’t had a drink yet. So I ordered a little something extra…” She said, miming a toke.

“And where’s mine?” Michael asked. “The lesson from last night is to be more selfless.”

Mallory looked shocked. If she had pearls, she’d have clutched them. “Daddy, you smoke?”

“I used to. I wasn’t always a saint.” He winked, then let his eyes roam her body once again. “And I’m enjoying myself quite a lot lately, so why not indulge?”

Mallory giggled, “That was my motto. Who knew you partied?”

Janet did. But that’s neither here nor there.

“I guess you didn’t know me as well as you thought.” He tousled her hair again, drawing a grunt of annoyance. “Go order me one.”

He watched her ass again as she hopped out of bed and went to the phone to call down his request. She was blitzed on weed and magical **** and the aftereffects of the world’s most powerful climaxes and still managed to keep her feet. Michael was legitimately impressed, but he just snacked on his small croissant and coffee while he waited. There was a knock on the door and Mallory scooted off to get it, casual in her nudity in a way that drove Michael even further beyond his old limits. She returned a minute later with a stainless silver serving tray and a lid, which she set next to him on the bed. Michael and Mallory both had to giggle when she pulled back the top to reveal a beautifully rolled joint along with a roach clip and lighter engraved with the Harem Hotel logo.

“Nothing but class around here.” Michael rolled his eyes and looked up into the wall, assuming there would be a camera there to catch his mockery.

“You want me to continue, Daddy?” She asked, running her hands over his legs. Michael noticed the hunger in her eyes now, the need for him and for the rewards he could offer. He sensed a little danger in indulging that need… This could be an opportunity. Use that for something good this time. Of course, Michael’s definition of ‘good’ was starting to fray slightly.

“Not just yet, sweetie.” Michael pointed to the dresser at the far end of his closet, “Bottom drawer right side.”

“What am I getting there?”

“You’ll know.” Michael tore his eyes away from her just long enough to collect the joint and light it. He glanced up just in time to see her bend at the waist to open the drawer, giving him a wholly inappropriate but very welcome view. She shook her head, pulling out the dildo the hosts had gifted him so long ago. Her name was still on the tag . He took the first drag as she returned to the bed. She looked down at the dildo and her face suddenly showed worry.

“Is this like the one they gave Sarah?” She asked. “Makes it so she has to get permission?”

“I don’t know. Don’t think so.” Michael shrugged. Mallory didn’t seem comforted when he dismissed her concerns, but he pushed on. “The dildo isn’t the reason you need permission.”

“…Daddy?” She asked, concerned that perhaps she’d overstepped.

“I promised you I’d be your Daddy last night, and I was.” She blushed at that one, “You could have headed back downstairs this morning as soon as you woke up, nothing preventing you after you spent the night. But you got me breakfast and coffee and started going down on me.” Mallory blushed even harder. “I didn’t order you to do any of that. And that’s good.” He said, causing her expression to lighten considerably. “But you still got yourself a joint, didn’t get one to share, and then tried to finger yourself without asking.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Apologizing helps, but you're backsliding. I get it, change is difficult and it's a long-term process. But we need to correct the behavior.” Michael patted the bed next to him, and Mallory sat down looking chastised. “Do you know why I asked you to get the dildo?” Michael asked. When she raised an eyebrow, he laughed. “Ok, besides the obvious reason?”

Mallory shook her head.

“Because you were using me like one. Just an instrument of your own pleasure. I know you want to be different and be better, but it's tough when you have these cravings, right?”

Mallory nodded, and he noticed her eyes flitting to his penis. That hunger again. I don't know she'll ever beat it, but we can at least leverage it.

“Lay back and spread your legs.” Michael said, and Mallory did so eagerly, clearly hoping Michael was going to climb on top of her. But instead, he sat up cross-legged over her, and took another puff of the joint. From here he could see how wet she was, and he was feeling a great deal of that hunger himself. See the plan through. “I’m going to smoke this all the way down while you fuck yourself with that dildo.” Michael patronizingly patted her bare legs. “If you can keep yourself from cumming until I’m ready, then you’ll get another one of those mega-climaxes. If you can’t, you’ll just have to settle for a little one.” Michael wasn’t sure her transformation worked like that, but he was willing to try.

Mallory’s eagerness faded slightly when she realized she wasn’t going to get off right away, but the hopes of getting her big reward spurred her to action. She aligned the large dildo with her pussy, gently sliding it inside, to its full length. Reading her face, Michael could tell how badly she wanted it to be him inside her. He wanted that too, quite badly in fact. But he was able to restrain himself. For now.

“Daddy… I’m close…” She begged after only a short time of this.

Michael checked the joint, he still had a good amount left to smoke.

“I’m not.”

“Please…” She turned up the intensity, hitting him with the pleading eyes. Michael fought back against the powerful instinct to claim her again. Be strong. She needs this.

“No.” He said, “Cum if you must, but that would be it for today.”

“I don’t think I- I- I… Unh unhhhh” Mallory shuddered, and she let out a defeated moan as it came upon her too soon. The mix of pleasure and disappointment on her face upset him greatly. He wanted to help her, he knew it would feel damned good for him as well, but he knew he shouldn’t. Rewarding this would only encourage it. Michael used his free hand to pinch his leg, using the sharp jolt of pain to keep control of himself.

“I didn’t make it.” Mallory said, sliding the dildo out of herself and rolling away, unable to face him right now.

“I understand. It’s a process.” Michael rest what he hoped would be a calming hand on her, but she jumped at his touch. Ruined climax or not, she was still very sensitive afterwards. “Thank you for the breakfast. Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and head downstairs? I’m sure Danica will want to know you’re ok.” Mallory tensed at the name, but he couldn’t help that. Those two already had so much awkwardness to sort through.

I’ll give them some time to work on it. I don’t know if my interceding would make things better right away. But maybe in time, if they’re still at each other’s throats.

Mallory quickly dressed and hustled out, apparently intending to shower on her own floor. She didn’t give him a proper goodbye, but he wasn’t even sure what constituted one in this circumstance.

Once she was gone, he climbed into the shower to calm down his own arousal and began questioning how he’d spend his day. He moved on so quickly that he didn’t notice she’d taken the dildo with her.

Masturbated for the Boss +5

Demanding Boss +3

Didn’t Ask Permission -3

Michael wasn't certain what he wanted to do at the moment, so he enjoyed the rest of his breakfast and headed downstairs to ask after his wives. Michael didn’t feel the need to apologize, but they had left his suite at some point last night and he wanted to see how they were feeling in the light of day. He considered simply going to their floor, but thought it would be better to meet them somewhere else.

“Good morning, Boss.” The white-haired man said with a professional detachment that Michael actually appreciated, providing a contrast to the fake smiles found on most of the staff.

“Where are Danica and Ronnie this morning?” Michael didn't return the greeting. He doubted the Staff ever had a really good morning or that his words would change anything, so he avoided patronizing them now.

“Both Mrs. Clarks are not in the hotel right now,” The Concierge tapped away on his ancient keyboard, “They appear to have rented horses and gone for a pleasure ride.”

“Huh. Didn’t know we had horses.” They didn’t have a mountain either, until we asked. “Anyway, who else is here on the grounds?”

“Luciana and Sarah have joined them on the ride. Mallory is …busy… in her bedroom, but Janet and Vivian are free, they appear to be in conversation next to the pool. Shall I summon them?”

“Not right now.” Michael said. Nothing against the pair, but he knew Janet had a night coming up so no need to rush the issue. Plenty of time.

“Have you utilized your closet mirror, sir? It can show any of your concubines at any time.”

“Do you have to call them that?” Michael cringed. Slightly.

“Not at all, Boss, they are your property. We can refer to them by any term you choose.”

"Please don't call them that either." Michael felt called out, but the concierge's look was blank. “I’ll check out the mirror another time.” Michael said, having a sudden burst of inspiration and an eagerness to get out of this conversation. “But for today, I know what I’d like to do…”

The baseball field they’d magic'd up for him was open to the desert in the outfield, but even without an outer wall he still loved it when he could make solid contact and send a ball sailing out beyond the edge of the grass and into the sand. He wasn't greedy, he’d only asked for a batting cage and pitching machine. But the Concierge had insisted on providing him with a full-sized diamond and a Staff to pitch for batting practice. Michael thought it was excessive and usually hated being upsold, but why not? It wasn’t his money. Or money at all. But when the Concierge had tried to further push for bleachers full of cheering Staff, Michael had to put his foot down and say no.

I’m not that vain, Michael thought as he caught another pitch cleanly and shot it out to left field.

“Excellent hit, boss.” The Staff said, collecting another ball and giving Michael another meatball right over the plate. Michael smashed that one too, sending the ball out past the grass to ricochet off a cactus he’d been aiming for all practice. “Another, Boss?” The Staff asked, rubbing the sweat from his forehead as he did so. He was a lanky dude, a decade younger than Michael - at least physically - but even he was starting to tire in the afternoon sun. The bin of baseballs he was taking from never seemed to deplete, and Michael was enjoying himself too much to keep track of time.

Yeah, should give this guy a break. Michael nodded, and let the guy off. The Staff, whose name Michael hadn't bothered to learn, headed off to the hotel to find a seat and a drink of water. Michael waited until he had gone before allowing himself to smirk. I’m not even sweating and he’s cooked. I still got it. Michael flipped his bat to his finger and balanced it on his index to goof around while he waited. Michael ignored the Hotel’s role in enhancing his stamina and the likelihood that they juiced his bat, because it was easier to just take all the credit himself.

Michael took the opportunity to stretch his shoulders and back, though both of them were feeling – and looking – quite well if he must say so. His t-shirts were fitting much better than they had upon his arrival, and the female Staff members were unashamedly checking him out when he walked through the hotel these days. During one of his twists, he saw Janet and Vivian approaching up the path behind the chain-link backstop.

Despite spending the morning with Mallory, the pair of them were still a welcome and arousing sight. Janet was in a pair of tight shorts and a baseball tee with a cropped midriff, her red hair flowing out from and providing a contrast to the Dodgers' blue ball cap. That's pandering, but I like it. Michael smiled. Naturally, she held Vivian's leash, which was becoming a less and less shocking site each time he observed it. The rest of Vivian was shocking, however. Vivian had dolled herself up in the white skirt and sweater with red and gold trim of the USC song girls, only with the HH logo emblazoned on her chest and a hem and neckline that would not have passed muster. She had H's painted on her cheeks as well, which were blushing a furious crimson underneath.

I've never, ever seen Vivian look like that. And I’ve looked. Michael rarely could pull his eyes off Janet, but Vivian managed it - at least for a moment. Well I don't understand it, but I'm not complaining.

"Good morning, ladies." Michael waved and smiled..

"It's nearly 3, Michael." Vivian said, and he could see a little bit of her old self poking through. Janet gave her leash a small tug, and Vivian corrected herself. "Boss."

Interesting.

"My mistake, I guess I got a much later start than I thought. So, why are you dressed like that?" Michael addressed it to Vivian, but when Janet started to answer, Vivian went quiet.

"The Concierge said you summoned us. He offered us these clothes, and they were free, so why not?"

"I didn't summon… Ohhh, right. He asked me if I wanted to call you and I told him 'Not right now.' He took that literally. And added the baseball theme, too. Got it." The pair walked around the backstop, Janet continuing straight into Michael's arms and a warm kiss on his lips. Michael felt that same divided sense of novelty and deja vu in the kiss as he did with their memories together, but once again he chalked that up to being in the presence of glory.

"Are you two out about this now?" Vivian asked, with a look on her face that Michael guessed was jealousy. He could only guess, because he'd never seen her wear it before. He and Janet kissed a little longer, just because they could, but when he broke it - Michael noticed that Vivian's jealousy was directed at him, not Janet.

Kissed the Boss +1

Repeat Performance -1

So Janet was the one making her blush. Interesting indeed. Michael couldn't say he was surprised. Vivian played both sides in that arena as well, and it was only natural she'd fall for Janet.

"Don't like keeping secrets, Viv?" Michael couldn't help the dig.

"Only when there's profit in it." Vivian's eyes flitted to Janet and back. “But not any more, obviously. Boss.” Michael filed that one away.

"We’re summoned." Janet winked. "Are you trying to start a team?"

"No… damn. My harem's too small to field a full squad. Maybe we'll have to bring in some more girls - you know any young hotties with a golden arm to play left field?"

Michael laughed and Janet joined in. Vivian as well, though with much less enthusiasm.

"Teach me to swing?" Janet asked. She reached down and grabbed the handle of Michael's baseball bat, but with a grip that obviously implied another shaft was on her mind.

"Love to, but I just let the guy leave. We'll have to head back and find someone else to pitch."

"I can throw. I can throw better than anyone in your harem." Vivian blurted out, coming on so quickly it appeared to startle her.

"Well let's see it then." Michael winked. Vivian knelt in the grass, and when Janet dropped the leash, Vivian offered it up to Michael.

"Please take my leash and command me if you wish it, Boss." She said. It wasn’t the first time she’d offered, but he was still really enjoying hearing that from her.

Michael took the leash and ordered her to take over behind the pitcher's screen. While she was following an order, she was able to walk unaided. Michael could see the spring return to her step slightly as she did. He enjoyed that too. Vivian's fire is what made her so good at her job, and so attractive as a lover. Get them all home, Michael.

Resisting the urge to ogle Vivian as she stretched - Plenty of time for that - Michael set Janet up in the batter's box.

"Set your feet wide in the box." Michael told her.

"There are easier ways to spread my legs." Janet joked, but it felt off to both of them somehow. **** and artificial. Like the Staff.

"Leave the horrible jokes to me." He said, shaking off that unnerved feeling and changing the subject. Whatever that brief awkwardness was, it passed like a cold draft over their bodies, and the two returned to their casual intimacy. Somewhat.

Michael stepped in next to Janet, reaching around her to hold the bat for her to take.

"Right hand on top," He said in a caring but commanding tone. That part of him was returning more with each passing day here, and the women were reacting well to it. Janet leaned back slightly to brush against him, a subtle movement but notable. She took the bat as he instructed, **** her hands up the handle slightly when he suggested it.

"Bring your hands up next to your ear, bend your knees, and keep your eyes on the ball when she throws it. Just hold for this pitch." Michael gestured for Vivian to toss them one.

Vivian went through a pitching motion that would have made Michael laugh if it wasn't clearly intended to make him aroused. She started bent over towards the plate, low enough that he had a direct view of her firm breasts with the leash dangling between them. When she reared back, Vivian kicked her leg high. Very high. Juan Marichal high. Her skirt flared up to show her tight red panties and the X burned into her cheek, drawing Michael’s eyeballs and destroying any sense of batter’s discipline. By the time he registered what was happening, the ball clanged against the chain-link backstop.

"How am I supposed to stop looking at her?" Janet said.

That one did made him laugh. "If there’s a way, I haven’t found it. You'd better dig deep and find a way or she'll strike you out." Michael stepped back and waved for another one. “Swing this time.”

Janet gave the bat a pretty spirited swipe, almost bringing it to the same ZIP code as the passing ball. All arms, no power, no control.

“Don’t laugh, it’s my first time.” Janet flipped a defiant look over her shoulder.

“It is? Didn’t I take you to the batting cages on the west side?”

“That’s where you told everyone we were gonna go.” Janet giggled. “Not where we ended up.”

“Well I don’t regret the practice we did get that day.” Michael jousted right back, but oddly he couldn’t recall what she meant. Can’t let her realize I’ve forgotten something like that, damn that would be insulting.

“Hey you two lovebirds want another pitch? Count’s 0-2.” Vivian teased from the mound.

“Give me a moment, I’m still teaching the fundamentals over here.” Michael slid in very close behind Janet this time. He took her hips in his hands to show her how to pivot, but she tensed suddenly. Like a startled cat. He instinctively jerked his hands back, thinking that he’d crossed a line somehow and almost apologized. But, like the other moments, she relaxed after that brief awkwardness and seemed to invite his touch the next second. She rocked back and forth between her feet, hanging her butt right there for the taking.

Michael’s instincts were in open conflict now. Janet was inches away from him, a beauty that his brain could barely form the words to describe. From the moment he’d seen her in Mallory’s room wearing that costume dress, flirting with him - him - he’d been ready to make some damned reckless decisions. Cheating on his wife… fooling around with his daughter’s best friend… doing it all right under his business partner’s nose…

And yet. She was running hot and cold on him with almost each breath. And despite the fact that he was now fucking that business partner AND his daughter with his wife’s - wives’ - knowledge and blessing, there was still something indescribable about his relationship with Janet that was gnawing at him.

This isn’t going away until I address it.

“Janet?” He said softly. “You…feeling ok?”

She stopped her little dance and whispered back, not turning to face him as if she couldn’t trust herself if she did.

“I’m not totally sure. I’ve been feeling really strange today.”

That can’t be a coincidence. “How so?”

“I was talking about it with Vivian. I had a dream last night about her and she was in it. The two of us went somewhere, here in the hotel. And the hosts were there too, talking about you and me.”

“What did they say?”

“I can’t… remember.” Janet shook her head and slapped the side of her temple in frustration, hard enough that Michael hissed in sympathy and wanted to see if she’d bruised. “The more I try, the more vague it gets. It’s slipping through my fingers. I asked Vivian about it a few hours ago, and she said she remembered a dream too. But now she says she doesn’t.”

“I’m feeling the same. A bit.” Without realizing it, Michael stepped back from Janet. Suddenly the proximity felt like a violation. He had a crazy thought, and he wasn’t sure he’d get to voice it again, so he took his only chance.

“Do you think it was real? Between us?”

“Do you mean, like, real love?” Janet asked, with a shock to her voice that suggested it was the first time she’d ever given it the slightest thought.

“Well - woah -” Michael tried to gently remove his foot from the landmine without setting it off. “I do love you, I just… wonder if it actually… happened?”

Janet twisted to look over her shoulder, with a look in her eyes suggesting he’d said something she’d been hoping he’d say so that she wouldn’t have to. They shared that brief but meaningful look, until Michael suddenly caught movement in his peripheral vision and he protectively pulled her back without thinking.

Clang! The ball crashed into the backstop again, and the sound made both of them jump with surprise.

“And that’s three!” Vivian cackled. “Are you going to at least try?

Michael and Janet locked eyes again, feeling something unfinished between them. But … he couldn’t remember what that was.

“Were we… uh… in the middle of something?” He asked. He thought he saw a twitch of recognition in her eyes as she opened her mouth to say something. But it faded quickly, and whatever she was going to say dissipated. Her lips curled into a smile. Michael had yanked her in tight so their bodies were touching, and she took the opportunity to grind her ass on his crotch. Must have been nothing.

“I think you were teaching me the fundamentals, Boss?” It was less a question and more an invitation. And after denying himself this morning to teach Mallory different fundamentals, he wasn’t about to let it pass twice.

I am a man, after all.