I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
I learned of Penelope’s passing in a most unusual of ways. It was a Tuesday morning. In my dressing room was a one piece bathing suit. Surprised I put it on and joined the other girls in the office.
Each of the other girls also wore a one piece suit. The line to be inspected was suspended and instead we lined up along the one end of the pool.
Max came out with Poole and Lela close behind. Max announced Penelope’s departure earlier this morning. From a prepared statement Max outlined the many contributions Penelope put in place for the company’s benefit.
Among those was the requirement that the women under her supervision would dress only in bikinis. Max explained Penelope felt, that along with daily inspections, she held her girls to a higher standard and therefore they would hold themselves to higher standards as well.
With her passing, starting tomorrow the dress code would be retracted, as would inspections. After some additional thoughts Max announced we would only be working a half day.
The girls each headed to their desks and so did I. Sitting down and turning on my computer I looked at my tablet to see the day’s tasks. Something just didn’t feel right. I looked up at Poole to see he too was not focused.
I stood up and went to my changing room. Pulling out a drawer I pulled out a spare bikini and changed into it. Looking in the mirror I knew Poole would be impressed. Leaving my room I walked past Max and stood in front of Poole for inspection.
Claudia saw me first and knew right away what I was doing. She walked past Max to her room and disappeared as well. Poole watched her then looked up at me.
“Jane you don’t have to do this.” Poole explained.
“No but you do.” I replied. “Now do your job.”
An impish smile crossed his face as his hand reached out and touched the outside of my thigh. Following the lower leg opening his finger slipped inside the gusset of my suit.
“You might want to update your personal grooming.” He teased me.
It had been only two days since I shaved down there but a far cry from the hairy bush I first presented Poole with.
“Maybe you could help me with that after you get off work tonight?” I taunted him.
“It’s a date.” Poole readily agreed.
Poole removed his finger from my pussy and stood up. My nipples hardened as he checked the straps to my top leaving pointed impressions in the thin material.
“Thank you Jane.” Poole leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“See you tomorrow.” I winked at him.
I turned to head to my seat and noticed the rest of the girls headed to change as well. Walking past Max I noticed his eyes seemed to be a bit watery. I wanted to stop and console him but knew now was not the time or place.
Each girl took their place in line for inspection. After lunch there wasn’t an empty desk. As the day concluded each girl took her tablet up to Max and gave him a big hug. I waited to be last and handed him my tablet.
“If there is anything I can do for you or Lela, please let me know.” I hugged him as well.
“Thank you Jane.” Max held me tight. “I’m inviting Tina and Poole over for dinner tomorrow night. Lela insisted she ask you herself.”
“I understand. I will save my reply for her then.” I explained with a wink.
Max hugged me again letting me know how much he appreciated my help recently. Shortly after we left Penelope at the hospital, Max and Poole broke the news that Penny didn’t have long to live. Except for Mary, no one would be allowed to visit again.
Penny insisted there be no viewing, no funeral, and especially no reception. Her wishes were to be cremated immediately and her sister Mary was to spread her ashes on the playground where they grew up.
Looking at the clock, my guess that had already taken place.
“Lela could spend the night with me if you’d like?” I offered Max.
“You wouldn’t mind?” Max glanced over at Poole. “I thought you two might have plans.”
“Nothing set in stone. Besides I offered to go pick Tina up from the airport later and you know how he hates that.” I rolled my eyes. “You two share a guy’s night and we girls will do the same.”
“Thank you Jane.” Max replied emotionally.
It’s been over a month since Penelope passed and things are just now getting back to normal around here. Max has been busy working with Mary to settle his mother’s estate. I thought things might change with Lela illegal bahis since her mom passed, but she still only comes on Sunday to spend the day.
Poole has taken it the hardest by far. Even Tina has mention Poole just doesn’t seem the same. The two of us have agreed to let him have some space for now. It’s easier for Tina as her business has been booming of late. She even signed up to do one of the larger trade shows in Miami this year.
Cassie and TJ hit it off just Poole predicted they would. Cassie is still a free spirit, but in TJ she’s found someone that isn’t intimidated by it. The couple that surprised me most was Cody and Fred. I know it’s not his real name but he answers to it just the same, at least for me.
Donald has taken a turn for the worst however. The job at the bar has been more of a temptation than even I expected. If I thought it was because of me I would help him but he insists, and so does Poole, that’s not the problem.
Pestering people at the bar is. With a captive crowd when he’s working, Donald makes the rounds to tell them his exaggerated stories. Donald had been warned after several complaints and people leaving early. Already written up twice, the next time he’ll be out of a job. Again.
That brings me to myself. I’m not sure how much Penelope’s passing affected me. I barely knew her but then again the time in the hospital was moving for me. This lady was dying and she opened her heart up to let me see what she cherished. Now each time I look at Lela I see a bit more of her mother.
Sex with Poole is still intensely gratifying. If he is a bit off it sure doesn’t show up in bed. Again because of Tina’s schedule my time with her is limited. Above all else I make sure Tina and Poole have their time together. Sundays I spend with Lela. If Tina is home we spend the day with her. If Cassie and Cody are available they will join us as well.
Lela and I make love maybe twice a month. Lela has suggested she would be happy to lavish her attention on me without reciprocating whenever I want. There are nights I would accept but don’t think it would be fair.
… … … … …
“Jane…” Max approached my desk. “…Morgan would like you to stop in before you go home.”
Morgan is the president of the credit union branch in our building.
“Sure.” I replied thanking Max.
I’ll have to admit wanting to know why Morgan would talk to Max if he wanted to see me? I don’t make much money but then I don’t need much. Then it dawned on me that Donald must be in some financial pickle. I’ve already bailed him out twice this year. Although it wasn’t big money I decided this would be the last time.
I left the office right at five so Morgan wouldn’t have to stay later than normal. Handing Max my tablet I headed to my room to change. When I came out in street clothes only Max was waiting for me. When I looked at Poole’s desk to see he was gone I noticed his computer was still on. He must be in the building somewhere since he would never leave without turning it off.
“Are we ready to go see Morgan?” Max asked pointedly.
He didn’t seem upset but he wasn’t his jovial self either.
“You’re coming with me?” I questioned.
“Yeah, I’m afraid I am. Poole is already there.” Max replied solemnly offering me his hand.
“Is everything ok?” I asked concerned.
“It will be when we get this done.” Max took my hand and led me out of the office. “It’s still hard to think she’s really gone.” Max whispered.
“She was always more than just my mother. Does that make sense to you?”
“It does, I feel the same way about Kate.” I looked up smiling at Max. “Besides she’s not really gone, some of her still lives in you and Lela.”
Max stopped in his tracks. I stopped beside Max as he pulled me back by my hand. “Do you really believe that?” He asked emotionally.
“I know that. Penelope was proud of you both.” I leaned in a hugged Max.
At first Max didn’t know what to do, then he wrapped his arms around and pulled me in tight. If I didn’t know better I would think he was crying. We held each other in the hallway where anyone could see us. To this day I don’t know if anyone ever did.
“Thank you Jane.” Max released me.
“Anytime Max.” I replied sincerely. “Seriously big guy, anytime.”
Max and I found Morgan hastily gathering papers just outside his office door. Ushering us in Poole stood as we entered.
“Please have a seat Jane.” Morgan said offering me the chair beside his desk.
“Thank you.” I replied happily.
“Before we begin I need to tell you Max and Poole are here only as a courtesy. My business is with you and you alone. You may ask them to leave at any time.” Morgan informed me.
I looked at Poole and Max seated to our side and then back at Morgan. “Why would I do that?”
“Under the circumstances you probably wouldn’t. That’s why I invited them.”
All I could think of is how bad Donald had fucked up now?
“Do you acknowledge knowing Lela Martin and her mother Penelope?” illegal bahis siteleri Morgan started.
“I do.” I replied perplexed.
“Are you in fact Jane Ramsey, the same person who Penelope met in her hospital room on this date?” Morgan held up a legal looking document pointing to the day we visited.
“You know I am.” I replied causing Morgan to wince. “Sorry Morgan, I am.”
“Any objection to us agreeing this is the person I should be addressing?” Morgan looked to Poole and Max.
“Not by us.” Max replied.
“I’m no lawyer but that’s good enough for me.” Morgan exhaled as if a burden had been lifted.
“Enough of the formalities Morgan, Penelope insisted you handle this. Do it your way.” Poole suggested.
Penelope insisted what, I thought to myself. And what formalities was Poole talking about?
“Jane I’ll try and keep this simple.” Morgan turned to me. “Penelope has requested that you be the natural guardian of her daughter Lela until her passing or yours.”
“What?” I gasped. “What about Max?”
I turned and looked at Max not believing what I just heard. Why me, I hardly knew the woman? Max looked at me and then Morgan. “Maybe you should explain.”
“Oh, yes, I guess I should.” Morgan blushed. “Jane, Max will continue to be Lela’s legal guardian. As the natural guardian, per Penelope’s wishes, Max will transfer most of the responsibility for Lela’s personal and financial care to you.”
“I don’t understand. Why would Penelope do this? How can she take Lela away from Max” I argued.
“Jane, Penelope isn’t taking Lela from Max.” Poole cut in. “She merely agreed to change her will to what Max suggested.”
“Is that true Max? Is this what you want?” I turned to face him.
“I do Jane, and after Penelope met you she agreed.” Max confessed. “Jane you have shown me, hell you’ve shown us all, that Lela is a grown woman.”
“But Max she needs you, you give her structure.” I argued. “I’m a terrible influence on her.”
“And yet she’s never been happier.” Max pointed out. “We’ll take this slow, you can always back out later if you want.”
I looked at Poole hoping for guidance. “But you don’t want to back out do you Jane?” Poole read my mind.
I put my head in my hands and shook it side to side. “I have so many questions.” I lamented.
“Let Morgan finish then you can ask them.” Poole suggested.
“Yes, well maybe that will help.” Morgan looked at his papers.
Morgan spent the next twenty minutes laying out what Penelope envisioned. Lela would still live with Max for now but could stay overnight with me if she wanted. Penelope also left Lela a substantial amount of money. Lela would have access to the interest but not the principal. There were strict guidelines for the funds uses with Max overseeing the records.
The rest was pretty common sense stuff designed to protect Lela not only from others but herself. Since we were keeping Morgan after hours I didn’t ask many questions then. It was only as I was driving Poole home from work did I get a better understanding of what took place.
“Why would Penelope do that?” I looked over at Poole. “She didn’t even know me.”
“She knows you better than you think.” Poole grinned widely. “You are just like her.”
I stared out through the windshield contemplating what Poole just said.
“Just so you know this was all Max’s idea.” Poole stated.
“Really?” I glanced over again.
“When Penelope asked Lela about you she told her everything.” Poole explained.
“As in everything?” I blushed.
“Yeah.” Poole laughed.
It may be funny to him but some things should be personal. There was one question I wanted to ask earlier but didn’t want to hold up the meeting.
“Poole what did Morgan mean by uncompensated employee?” I asked.
“Technically Lela doesn’t work for the company. When she did, by law we had to pay her at least minimum wage.” Poole explained. “Lela has no concept of money, and since she didn’t really need it she basically gave it away.”
“So you don’t pay her?”
“Not directly. Hence she is not compensated. She did have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Therefore she is an employee.” Poole tried to explain.
“Did she have to sign the family agreement?” I just thought of asking.
Since Lela is technically part of the Poole family, she should be eligible for benefits. That said she should also have to sign the same sexual release form.
“Max had her sign one recently.” Poole mentioned.
“Why not before?” I asked curiously.
“Until you came along he never considered it necessary.”
There were times I thought Poole himself may have been her lover, if not in the present, maybe in the past. Now knowing Lela is his half-sister, and she is gay, makes that even more unlikely.
It is a sobering thought to think Lela needed to sign the document to protect the company from her sexual relationship with me.
“So where do I go from here?” I looked at Poole for guidance.
“I was thinking canlı bahis siteleri Lela should have her own room when she visits. You could offer her the spare room if you want?” Poole suggested.
“Don’t you think Tina should do that?” I asked.
“Maybe, but Tina has a lot on her plate right now. Besides Lela might appreciate it more if it came from you.” Poole said looking out the windshield.
I looked at Poole but he didn’t respond in kind. It was another one of those moments from the last several months that made me uneasy. It started long before Penelope, and even before I watched him alone with Max. Poole was hiding something from me and I still didn’t know what it was.
Tina was waiting for us with dinner when we arrived home. She listened intently as I explained the situation with Lela.
“Jane you must be so excited.” Tina gushed, then looked at Poole.
“I feel so privileged.” I admitted. “I hope Lela feels the same way I do.”
“Oh Jane, I’m sure she will.” Tina replied her excitement having faded. “Come let’s eat.”
I thought Tina would have been happy for Lela but each time the subject came up Tina changed the conversation. Poole noticed as well and before long we all but ate in silence. By the time I was ready for bed I was more concerned than ever. I had the feeling the closer I got to Lela, Poole and now Tina were slipping away.
“May I come in?” Poole spoke softly just outside my door.
“It’s your house.” I rudely replied reflecting my state of mind.
“No Jane, it’s our house.” Poole replied sharply.
“Is it?” I looked up from my bed.
Poole stepped through the door and made his way to the bed as well. Sitting beside me Poole scooped me up and moved me to his lap. His strong arms pulled me against his broad chest his one hand guided my head against his shoulder.
“This isn’t about Lela is it?” Poole asked me soothingly.
I could hear his heart beat and feel the heat from his bare skin against mine. His deep voice and manly scent unsettled me like always.
“No.” I replied in a whisper.
“Do you want to tell me what it is about?” Poole pried.
I wanted to be mad, to argue, to accuse him of some conspiracy of deception. But I had no proof, only a theory. How could I explain something was wrong when I didn’t know what it was?
Poole leaned back to look in my eyes. When they met I knew he could see right through me. I waited for the next question that was sure to follow, the one that would force me to reveal my true feelings.
Instead Poole kissed me. His lips pressed to mine and before I knew it his tongue forced its way past my feeble resistance.
‘No’, I thought. This isn’t fair. Didn’t he want to know? Poole grabbed my waist and turned me to face him as we broke the kiss. I gasped for air as I helped him move me in place. Poole pulled me tight and again his lips met mine.
Was I that easy to seduce? Did I have no will power? Poole’s hand slipped under the hem of my top and up my back to my shoulder blade. My tits pressed firmly against is chest through the thin material.
I moaned in his mouth as my nipples begged for attention. ‘Ask me now and I tell you everything’ my brain screamed while there was still time.
As if he read my mind Poole’s hands moved between us and found my tits. I scooted back to give him room and in the process felt his hard cock press below my cunt.
“Your top.” Poole hissed as he broke the kiss.
‘Now Jane!’ that little voice inside urged me to speak up. ‘Tell him now.’ Poole’s fingers rolled my aching nipples sending shock waves through my chest. Like a defibrillator my lust was jump-started blocking the signals from my brain.
I pulled my top off and tossed it aside. Poole’s’ hand gripped my tits and squeezed them firmly.
“Fuck me Jane.”
I’ve always wanted to hear those words, to fuck instead of being fucked, to be using instead of being used. Maybe that’s why I like women, they can give and take. My desire built until my blood boiled.
“You mean fuck me slut?” My hands desperately groped to pull his cock free.
Poole raised us both up so I could push his pajama’s down.
“Are you Jane? Are you really a slut?” Poole asked.
I was stroking Poole’s throbbing cock, Pooled was gripping the cheeks of my ass. I looked up to see his eyes waiting for mine.
“Isn’t that what you want?” My eyes begged for clarity.
“And what do you want?” Poole’s eyes begged for the truth.
Just then my hand felt the warmth of Poole’s pre-cum drool over my fingers. I looked down to see the slit of his cock begging for my pussy.
“I want to fuck you.” I explained forgoing all other agendas.
Poole’s hand slipped lower under my ass and pulled my panties hard to one side. Lifting me up Poole positioned me over his glistening cock. I wrapped my hands behind Poole’s’ neck and rubbed the fat knob between my plump labia’s.
“I’m going to fuck you now Timmy…” I locked on his eyes. “…, and you’re going to watch.”
I think it excited Poole I spoke so boldly. I imagined Penelope talking this way herself. I lowered my pussy over his cock a few inches and then pulled off. We both watched as the slit in his cock gulped air instead of the warmth of my pussy.