Jay and Carly, Book 2, Chapter 16

Long Chapter, a little light on sex but lots of flirting and setup for the future. As a side note, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you guys and how freeing it is that I can just add to this story in whatever way feels organically correct. I have a rough roadmap but it changes almost every chapter as I start writing the characters. I should probably archive my outline notes and put them out for you guys at some point. I think you'd be amused by just how different certain things turned out. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Oh, second side note: With this chapter, I'll have written 315,237 words in this series. For reference, that's about the same as the first two Lord of the Rings books. I can't believe it. So thank you everyone!

Final note: I screwed up the original post of this and clipped it wrong. This has a little section on the end that I missed before and a duplicate section from the beginning I've cut. Sorry about that!

Chapter 41

The next day, I had my first meeting with our two attorneys. I wasn’t super psyched about it but Stackhouse had assured me that this was the best family law doctor in the state. One thing I’ve learned over the years, don’t second guess your attorney on legal stuff. Carly, Kyrsten, Victoria, Sasha and I drove into town. There was a lot of nervous energy. And not the sexy kind either. Downtown Miami isn’t like Manhattan but it’s still pretty intimidating. Each of the girls was dressed as conservatively as I’d ever seen them and the five of us looked more like lawyers ourselves than the kinky polyamorists that we’d become. Nevertheless, my stomach was full of nervousness as were all of the girls in their own way. Even Carly, who’s normally very relaxed looked like she was going to scratch her own skin off.

We made our way up the elevator to the 14th floor. I only remember that now because, at the time, I noticed that there was no 13th floor (ridiculous superstitions, right?) and so we were technically going to the 13th floor which only added to my nerves. Those superstitions are dumb but they’re still there. Ticking away in the back of your mind. We silently rode the elevator upstairs, the squeezing of my hand from Carly and Kyrsten the only thing keeping my mind from hurdling forward a mile a minute.

Look, I’m not normally like this. And our lawyer had assured us things would be fine. But when you’re confronted with jail time, especially as an expectant father, you can have some dark thoughts about an uncertain future. When the elevator whooshed open and the lawyers greeted us, I almost felt a weight lift from me. Michelle, the DA, was standing there with Stackhouse and a shorter, younger man. They were chatting amiably, no hint of the aggressive animosity a few nights ago. Michelle turned to me and smiled. Yes. Actually smiled, “Thank you for coming in Mr. Simpson. I wanted to apologize for the other night. I probably could have… well… I could have handled things differently,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow at Stackhouse who gave me a barely perceptible shake of the head. I figured he’d tell me later what happened. Instead, I turned back to the DA and simply said, “It’s no problem, ma’am. We’re looking forward to putting this behind us as well.”

“Excellent. We should get started then. I guess we’ll start with Mrs. Simpson?”

“Sure, whomever you want,” I said. Carly gave me a quick, chaste peck on the cheek and followed the three attorneys into a conference room to talk. The rest of us went and sat in the lobby. We’d been told each interview would probably only last about 30 minutes but it could go longer. I sat down and picked up a magazine.

After about 15 minutes, the door opened and Carly walked out, “Miss Elias, we’re ready for you now,” the shorter attorney said. I realized I hadn’t even gotten his name. Kyrsten got up and walked in, a calmness around her like a protective cloak. I admired that.

“How was it?” I asked Carly.

“Fine… almost nothing actually. They asked me a bunch of dates and times but that’s about it.” I nodded, wishing I could talk to my lawyers to find out if that was good or bad. “Nothing else?”

“A couple questions about our sex life. Nothing too intimate, Master.”

“And you answered honestly?”

“Of course,” she said, “We have nothing to hide, Jay. Relax.”

I tried to but was finding it very difficult. Just then, a young woman walked down the hall. She was wearing a very cute flouncy skirt and a white button down shirt that was conservative but just a little too tight for her. She was probably 19 or 20. Maybe a little older. It was hard to tell with the makeup. She definitely was NOT a lawyer. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson. Mr. Stackhouse asked me to see if you needed anything.”

“Maybe some water?” I said, looking at the other girls who nodded.

“I can do that. I’ll be right back,” she said and walked away. Watching her hips shake as she walked away. She had those stockings with the back seam that are somehow absurdly sexy on a girl with nice legs and heels. Both of which she had.

“You like her, Master?” Carly said.

“Uhhmm… I don’t know her,” I said defensively.

“Sorry… I’ll rephrase. Do you want to fuck her nice, tight, young body… Master?” Carly said, an absolutely wicked look on her face.

I smiled and relaxed a little, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t need any more trouble.”

“You could always simply ask her out. No trouble in that,” said Victoria. Sasha just nodded next to me and stayed silent. She still didn’t quite know what her role was in the ‘family’ and you could see that uncertainty in her eyes.

“You guys are awful,” I said. “I’m not asking her out.”

“Suit yourself, Master,” Carly said, giving me a gentle, sweet kiss.

The girl walked back just as the door opened and Kyrsten walked out. She smiled a tight smile as the attorneys gestured to me. I got up and walked over to them where they whispered to me, “It’s going very well… I’m Mr. Guffman, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. Jay Simpson,” I said.

“Yes, I know,” he said with a smile. I felt foolish for introducing myself but he pressed on not dwelling on the faux pas. “It’s going very well but I feel like she’s building up to something. She should have asked a LOT more questions of Miss Elias if she’d been drilling in on polygamy but she barely touched the subject.”

“What did she ask?”

“Timeline questions mostly,” he said with a small shrug, “Some questions about your history with Miss Crenshaw and Miss Devry. She started to drill down into more… prurient… matters but we stopped those conversations.”

“Are you worried?” I asked.

The two men exchanged glances and Stackhouse answered for them, “Not worried per se, Jay. But you’re paying us to be cautious and protective. That’s what we’re doing.” I nodded. Then he looked over at Victoria and said, “Miss Crenshaw. You’re next.” Victoria stood up and straightened her skirt and blouse. She fingered the tiny gold cross around her neck without thinking as she walked in, trying to look calm and assured.

I went and sat back down as the young intern… paralegal? Secretary? Whatever she was, she brought us some water which we gratefully accepted. “Anything else, Mr. Simpson? Ladies?” she said. Now some people, knowing our story, might have hissed out ‘Ladies’ with a judgemental attitude but she didn’t. She sounded genuinely helpful and almost shy about asking.

“What’s your name?” Carly asked.

“Ann… Angela,” she said softly.

“Are we keeping you from anything important, Angela?”

“Oh no, ma’am,” she said, “Big clients are always the most important thing here at Guffman and Partners.” The words sounded horribly pre-rehearsed and I decided to dig a little deeper.

“Do you like it here? Is this a good firm?”

She nodded, “Yes, sir… D… Don’t tell them I hesitated, okay?”

Carly, who had been almost predatory just a few minutes ago, now found her maternal instincts reaching out. “Are you okay dear?”

She shrugged, “I’m fine. It’s just… well… Mr. Stackhouse told me to be careful with you guys,” she said.

Carly and I exchanged glances and then laughed, “I guess he thinks we’re probably sex fiends, huh?”

“I don’t know him well enough, Sir… D… Mr. Guffman never pre-judges a client, however.”

I nodded, “That’s good to know. Well, Angela, we’re not sex fiends and we’re not going to corrupt you, okay?”

“Promise?” she asked then realized how the question sounded and flushed.

“Not unless you WANT to be corrupted, dear,” Carly said but laughed and played it off as a joke. Which I 100% knew it was not. She would happily have this girl in my bed tonight if she thought it was a possibility.

Angela simply blushed and stood there awkwardly. Finally, I bailed her out and simply said, “Maybe another water, Angela.”

She scurried off and I enjoyed the way her flouncy skirt swayed back and forth with her hips. My reverie was distracted when Stackhouse popped out looking a little bit rushed. He dashed quickly over to the reception desk, grabbing some kind of sign-in sheet and scanning it before looking over at an abandoned conference room. Then he turned and said, “Miss Devry. A word please?”

Sasha stood up, looking nervously at me. Carly also sensed the changed tone and she asked, “Is everything all right?”

“Actually… Mrs. Simpson, Miss Elias… maybe you should join us?”

“Not me?” I asked, confused.

Stackhouse looked at me and smiled a vaguely reassuring smile, “Not at the moment. I think I figured out what the DA is angling for and I want to get unvarnished accounts from the girls. I think it’s fine though. Knowing what she’s worried about will help me avoid any unexpected pitfalls when Miss Devry testifies. Miss Crenshaw is doing great, by the way,” he said off handedly. It was reassuring to hear. I had worries about Victoria getting absolutely battered and grilled in there. It made me proud she was handling herself just fine.

The girls departed, and I could see them through the glass window talking with Stackhouse as he frantically tried to take notes. Carly looked in control and assured, an almost surprising look. I’d gotten used to seeing her be so submissive and docile that I often forgot the commanding side of her. It shouldn’t have surprised me. She’d been the lead developer on one of the world’s most popular games. That’s not a position that typically went to women. She didn’t enjoy having to flip that switch in herself but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of it.

Suddenly my eyes were dragged away from the door by a swish of green. Angela had returned holding a glass of water. Her hair was now back in a ponytail, making her already youthful appearance even more so. She couldn’t possibly have graduated college. I guessed 21 at the oldest but probably younger. Her green skirt flowed back and forth as she walked towards me. It was difficult to wrench my eyes up to meet her face but I managed, earning a tight little smile as she realized I’d been staring. As she silently approached me, she leaned forward, “Your water, Mr. Simpson.” She didn’t hand it to me but instead leaned down and set it on the table in front of me. Her white blouse dipped down, gaping at the next and providing a clear view down her shirt. The thin, white, lacy bra delicately cupped her breasts and barely covered her tiny pink nipples. I could see them clearly through the material of the bra and they looked very hard and ready.

I licked my lips, trying to will myself not to eye fuck the beautiful girl in front of me. “Thank you, Angela.”

“No problem, sir. Is there anything else you’d like?” she asked. She clasped her hands behind her back and shifted from foot to foot with nervous energy. It had the effect of pushing her tits out at me invitingly.

I shook my head. Banging my attorney’s secretary probably wasn’t a good idea. Right? “I’m fine. Just nervous is all.”

“First deposition?” she asked.

“Sort of. I had to deal with a police house interrogation a couple nights ago.”

“Yeah,” she said, sitting down in the chair opposite me. “Those are probably worse, I imagine.”

“Yeah. I was lucky too.”

“I assume you’re innocent?” she asked, a sparkle in her eye.

I smiled back, “Of the thing she accused me of? Yeah… well… no actually. Technically not which is the problem. But it’s not really illegal. At least that’s what my lawyers believe.”

“Do you mind me asking. What did you do? Or… I guess… what are they accusing you of?”

“Polygamy,” I said.

“Oh,” she said, her face flushing again. She obviously hadn’t expected that answer. “I see.”

“It’s so dumb though. We just want to be happy and together. I’m not running some kind of freaky off-shoot mormon sex cult.”

She nodded, pondering my words as she crossed her legs. Her stockings brushed against each other with a barely audible ‘zip’. I caught the barest hint of a stocking top which she quickly tucked away. “How many… uhmm… I don’t know how to ask,” she said.

“How many wives? Only one legally. We knew that would be bad. But we were introducing Kyrsten as my wife as well and apparently that got some people upset.”

She fiddled with her hair and the collar of her shirt, separating the fabric slightly. It was a difficult effort to keep my eyes locked on hers. “No… I mean… how many… uhmm… women?” she stammered. Her skin was completely flush.

“Oh… Uhmm… well… Carly, Victoria and Sasha live with me. And Kyrsten visits all the time and will move in soon. And then there’s Louise but she’s a student in town.”

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. I couldn’t take my eyes from that. The soft ‘zip’ of the stockings rushing against each other was the only sound in the room. This time when the skirt fell back, it clearly revealed a couple inches of creamy white skin above the stocking tops. I flicked my eyes back up and saw the tight smile on her lips, “So you have five girls you’re… uhmm… sleeping with?”

Now it was my turn to look a little uncomfortable. “Well… I mean… it’s more than that, actually.”

Her hand continued to fiddle with her shirt. Had she unbuttoned a button while I’d been ogling her legs? “How… how many more?” she asked.

“Uhmm… since I’ve been in Miami?” she nodded. Her lips were slightly apart as she breathed heavily. The effect on her breasts was… distracting. I started counting as I watched her face. When I looped past ten, her eyes went wide, “11 I think,” I said.

“Wow,” she said.

“Is that a good wow or a bad one?” I asked, flashing her a crooked smile.

She looked at me with a sardonic smile of her own, “Bad that you can’t remember how many girls you’ve slept with in the last month?”

I looked at her, trying to gauge exactly how bad she was judging me. Was she judging me at all even? Or was she, perhaps, worried that she would be a forgotten girl?

“Angela, can I ask you something?” I said.

She gave me a doe-eyed blink and nodded, “Of course,” she said, staring me right in the eyes.

My mouth went dry. Normally, I managed to be at least vaguely suave and mostly confident. But I was finding this entire conversation strangely intimidating. This innocent girl was sitting here, breasts rising up and down beneath a thin white blouse like a character from one of those dumb teen movies I’ve always hated. The fact that it was this angelic face that was the subject of a host of depraved images flitting through my mind just made it even harder to concentrate. “Can I get your phone number? I’d like to call you sometime,” I managed.

She smiled, then uncrossed her legs. She picked up a pen from the table next to her and wrote on a legal pad that had been left behind. I was barely looking, however. Because my eyes were fixated between her legs. As she leaned over to the right, she’d left her legs spread wide, giving me a clear view of her unobstructed, bald pussy. She quickly scribbled on the paper then stood, smoothing her skirt and walking over to me with a shy smile. “Here you go, sir,” she said and handed me the piece of paper with trembling hands.

“I’m not going to be #12. Angela,” and then a heart with a smiley face. No phone number, however. I looked up to see her retreating down the hall, hips swaying seductively side to side as I’m sure she was aware I was watching. What a delicious tease.

The girls came out a few minutes later and we're almost immediately greeted by the ADA looking both severe and, disturbingly sexy. What the hell was the matter with me? That was the first time I considered the possibility that I hadn't been corrupting my girls but they had been corrupting me.

"Sasha Devry?" She said, extending her hand to Sasha and flashing a brilliant white smile. A smile decidedly more friendly than she'd given the rest of my girls.

"Yes, Ma'am," she said, timidly taking the offered hand.

"Please. Michelle. There's no reason to be worried," she said displaying uncharacteristic warmth. I didn't need the worried glance exchanged between Stackhouse and Huffman to tell me something was up. The three lawyers ushered Sasha into the back and I was left hoping everything was fine.

"What did they ask you?" Kirsten said.

"Basic stuff. And then about twenty minutes about Sasha," replied Victoria. We were silent after that. None of us trusted ourselves to speak.

Unlike the last three depositions, this one drug on. And on. Victoria started pacing after the first hour, and, despite our reassurances, she was convinced she'd done something wrong.

After about 90 minutes, Sasha finally emerged. She looked… confused. "You did fine, Sasha. Thank you for your honesty. That couldn't have been easy."

Sasha turned and showed some uncharacteristic fire, "Why do you keep saying that? Being honest about my life and situation with Jay is the easiest thing I've ever done," she turned to Stackhouse and added, "I'd like THAT on the record, too."

Stackhouse nodded and smiled and the ADA gave Sasha a sad, pitying look. Then her gaze fixated on me and the daggers we're almost visible. What the hell happened?

Michelle left at that point, cordially telling my attorneys she'd be back in touch. When she left, the two broke into raucous laughter and high fived each other. Huffman actually ran over and gave Sasha a hug.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Oh my. Sorry. It's just… we'll… I've never seen a deposition go that well. Ever."

I just looked back and forth in confusion. Stackhouse added, "Her whole thesis of events is that you're running some kind of sexual brainwashing cult. She seemed to have some information about your… uhmmm… relationship with Sasha… errr… Miss Devry. So Michelle grilled her as if she was both victim and perpetrator but she was great. She parried every thrust and did it without sounding like a creepy stepford wife. She made it crystal clear that she initiated this type of relationship and that she was always free to leave. It was great."

"So that's the end?" Carly asked.

"No… not yet. But we're a big step closer."

"Thank you," I said. We all shook hands and the girls and I left, a dark cloud having been lifted from all of us.

On the way out, I saw Angela and gave her a little wave. She was deep in thought with a beautiful blonde girl that took my breath away the moment I saw her. "Mr. Simpson, this is Tessa. I was just telling her about you." The twinkle in her eyes belied the non-sexual tone of her statement.

"Lovely to meet you, Tessa," I took the girl's hand and gave it an exaggerated kiss "I hope Angela hasn't been telling you crazy stories."

She laughed and replied, "Nope. Just the usual girl talk," her tone was flat and confident. No game playing. No artificial coyness.

“Well I’m glad to hear it. I hope it was mostly good,” I said.

That caused the two girls two exchange looks and laugh, as if I’d wandered into a personal joke. Regardless of my confusion, however, nothing was going to ruin this day. The triple blowjob I received in the car while Carly and I made silent eye contact in the mirror only improved things from there.

As I relaxed in the car, I watched Victoria, Sasha, and Kyrsten devour my cock. They shared it between themselves, eagerly expressing their hunger for my cum while also politely sharing. I thought about what the pastor had told me. About the dangers ahead for the path I’d chosen. I knew that things wouldn’t be easy. We’d be raising children in a very unconventional environment. Michelle wouldn’t be the only person who would attack us. Our money… well… Carly’s money… wasn’t so much that we could simply do anything we wanted. And yet, I knew that this was the path I wanted. I looked into Carly’s eyes in the rear view mirror. She was happily driving, occasionally glancing back to look at me. She wasn’t looking at my cock either. The mirror was trained on my eyes because that’s how she could best connect with me.

“I love you,” I mouthed silently to her.

She turned so I could see her face and smiled back, “I love you too, Jay,” she said without uttering the words. It was a moment of connection between us that I’ll never forget.

Upon returning to the house, I made a decision. I grabbed Kyrsten’s hand and drug her to the bedroom. She shrieked behind me. I yanked open one of the drawers on the desk near the bed and pulled out a black box. Dropping down on my knee, I looked at Kyrsten and said, “This is a long time coming, Kyrsten. But the events of the last few days have left me with no doubt in my mind. Will you marry me?”

Her eyes never left mine. She didn’t even LOOK at the ring in the box. Instead she dropped down on the floor next to me and gave me the most romantic, soul shattering kiss I’d ever gotten. I was dimly aware of the other three girls standing there watching us. All three had tears in their eyes but I barely noticed. Kyrsten had my full attention. She pulled away and whispered, “Yes… absolutely yes, Jay Simpson. I’m happy to be wife #2 or wife #20.”

The comment stung a little and I whispered back, “You will never ever be Wife number anything. Just because you’re second doesn’t make you any less than any others. I love you and Carly and I’ll love more but nobody will ever be loved more than you.”

“Except our kids, right?”

I laughed, “Even them, my love. Different… but never more. I promise.”

She smiled back at me and resumed trying to suck my breath from my body as she enveloped me in an uncharacteristically aggressive manner.