A buzzing phone

Kat was trying to report in, but I wasn’t home. Duh.

I answered the phone and let her talk me through it, making encouraging noises, but I couldn’t help focusing on her reaction to Asa’s games. “Tell me, how was the sex?”

“Fine, but, uh, well…”

“Yes?”

“I came a lot more thinking about you making Jewelz join our stable, than from her.”

“You came more from thinking about me fucking you than from a lesbian whore trying to pleasure you?” I asked, amused.

“Yes, daddy,” she said, trying to make me believe the patently ridiculous thing she was telling me.

“I do like to be praised, so long as all the information is true. But you would never lie to me.”

That wasn’t a question, but she rushed to reassure me of the truth of my statement.

“Well, that’s nice to hear.” I flicked her over to Orgasm Lock except when thinking of me, just to reinforce Asa’s path. “You’ve secured the recordings for me?”

“Yes, daddy…” her voice trailed off, temptingly, clearly wanting something else. I asked about it. “I...was hoping to get my reward?”

I smirked, “The orgasms with Jewelz weren’t enough?”

“I...if you say they are...but I already told you how—”

I laughed. “I’m busy today, Kat, but to make it up to you, I’m giving you permission to use Francine however you like today and to cum as much as you like. No permanent damage, or interfering with her job, but otherwise...knock yourself out.” I could almost hear her pout over the phone, but I continued like I’d always intended to. “And since your mind is finally accepting the reality that I own your orgasms because you want me to, you can cum whenever you like, because it’ll only happen when you’re thinking about me,” I said confidently.

“Yes, daddy,” there was no trace of the doubt that had greeted my earlier pronouncements on this subject, which was delightful, but of course, no luck on that last SP. We talked a bit more about the intel she’d gathered for Penguin and I asked a few delicate questions about his operation. I’d gathered everything I thought I needed a while ago, but with the knowledge that there was another app user somewhere in the organization, I asked more follow-ups.

As far as she knew, there were a lot of affairs and sex and sexual **** going on inside the organization, but that had always been true and followed very standard patterns of power, control, **** and love. Though some of the more powerful fucked large numbers of people, that had always been true and followed clear patterns. Pimps, traffickers, or strip club owners might have a harem nearly as large as mine, but that had always been true. And no one fucked the Songbirds except Penguin, if he did. He certainly fucked, keeping a large number of gold diggers, bimbos and whores, though usually not those from his own organization, around.

No, that was wrong, he didn’t keep them around, he used them for a while, then got bored with them and ditched them. And such women would then go on to be wives/mistresses/lovers of powerful men...I was beginning to become pretty sure it really was the Penguin.

Asa had a morning class she was teaching for rich housewives, then a class on screen presence and acting, before lunch, so I was at loose ends. It was also obvious how much Asa was building her schedule around my availability, which felt...good, but also bad? Fuck it, she wanted to do it, obviously and I was doing my best to be there for her too.

Was I?

My phone buzzed again, it was Kianna’s daily text.

Medusa was such a weak woman that she could not resist the advances of Poseidon and Athena was such a jealous goddess that she cursed the woman and many died. If only a proper man had been the master of both of these women, all the suffering could have been avoided!

And there was an attachment at the end, Alina’s schedule...I had until lunch and I’d wanted to show how seriously I was taking Asa’s goals too…