Free Names Have Power: Tim's Magic Voice Makes A Harem by Doctor MC Page B

picked up my phone. “As soon as I bounce it off
Sarah, maybe we have a deal.”
    I expected Sarah to blow a gasket—or at least to
pout and cry. Instead, she said, “My Tim the Honey Dick is becoming a real stud
muffin. Just save some for me, sweetie, okay?”
    I hung up the phone and told my visitors, “I’ll be
home around six. You guys can bring stuff then.”
    ****
    I walked my visitors out to Ashley’s pink Lexus,
then returned to my office. Susan stopped her transparent attempt at looking
busy as soon as I passed by her desk. She asked me, “Can I ask what that was
about?”
    I shrugged. “Tonight I’ll have two more women
moving into my house.”
    “Two more women?” Susan repeated, her
eyebrows shooting up.
    “Uh, yeah,” I said, kicking myself. I hadn’t told
Susan about my unusual home life, lest she blast me with a feminist rant.
    But instead, Susan smiled and nodded. “So long as
they’re not working for you, good for you.”
    “Actually, they are. Remember the other girls in
the commercial? But Sarah and Deborah moved in with me before then.”
    Susan lightly punched my arm and grinned at me. “Sounds
like you’re getting that harem you’ve always wanted.”
    Realizing that Susan was right, I started getting
erect. Which Susan immediately noticed. “Oh, my poor boss,” she said. “I wouldn’t
be helpful if I left you distracted by a hard-on.”
    So saying, she took me by the hand, dragged me into
my office, shut the door, and dropped to her knees. I got my second
Susan-blowjob of the day.
    It’s good to be king.

Chapter 14
Ashley + Ashley + Ashley
    That Monday, I announced at the end of the Morning
Meeting that I was taking the rest of the day off—my first day off since my
father’s heart attack. Susie offered to walk me to my car.
    “You’ll never guess what I did this weekend,” she
told me.
    “I give up.”
    “I moved into a new apartment. Meadow Green
Apartments, number 262. Have you heard of them? They’re in the 119-hundred
block of Grant Drive.”
    “I know them, they’re, uh, near the dealership.” They’re
also less than five—
    Susie clapped her hands. “ And my new
apartment is three minutes from your house! I checked last night. So feel free
to drop in anytime, for coffee or … whatever.”
    “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate behavior?”
    She slapped my arm. “ No , silly, not unless I
move into your house . But if you come to my apartment, I can give you a
hot, wet fuck anytime you want. That’s just acting friendly.”
    “To put it mildly,” I said.
    By now we were at my car. Which was parked next to
Susie’s car. Through the window glass of Susie’s car, I could see a small
cardboard box on the passenger seat. The box was filled with hardback and
paperback books.
    “What’s with the books?” I asked.
    She blushed. “I’m going to donate them to Salvation
Army after work.”
    “What have you got?”
    She blushed redder. “Nothing you’d want to read.
They’re books I’ve outgrown.”
    I put up my hands. “Sorry, didn’t mean to pry. But
I’m curious, and your acting mysterious isn’t helping it.”
    Without planning to, I’d said the magic words. Susie
pressed the button on her door-lock remote. As her car doors THUNK’d, she said,
“Please don’t think I’m still a bitch.”
    Seconds later, I had her passenger door open, and I
was pulling books out of the box. I remarked, “You’re right. The Politics of
Virginity , A History of Male Oppression , Genetics and Gender
Roles: A New Paradigm , and Castrating Bitches: A Manifesto —none of
these books are what I would want to read.”
    Susie now was blushing all the way down to her
throat. “Like I said, I’ve outgrown them. They all seem so shrill now.
And if feminism means that a woman is free to choose, can’t I choose to dress
sexy and give heart-stopping blowjobs?”
    “No argument from me,” I said.
    ****
    Less than ten minutes later, I stepped into my
house quietly,