The Chauffeur (#19) Diane and a Baby

The Chauffeur (#19) Diane and a Baby

By: PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

As the night progressed, the fucking and the sucking continued. There were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. At one point I remember seeing both CG guys fucking Jennifer and Diane side by side on one of the California King beds in my room.

On my bed, Dakota and Nadia were having their way with me. In the center of the room Miguel, John, and James were having their way with the C&C twins, Allison, Paula, Belinda, and of course Tina.

John was really putting it to Allison from behind as she was licking and sucking on Paula’s sweet pussy. Allison was really struggling to keep focused on Paula as John was mercilessly working on her pussy with his horse-cock. It seemed as if John took quite a long time before he announced his orgasm. Allison, on the other hand, had cum several times announcing it to the room, in general, each and every time.

Tina had decided to attack Miguel. He told her that he had never been with ‘an ebony goddess’ which only made her smile being called a goddess. Of course, Belinda was happy to share Miguel with Tina.

The twins were happy to be fucked hard and fast by James. They each took turns letting him fuck them one at a time while the other one sat of her sister’s face.

The third bed in my room, I directed everyone to stay off as I wanted that to be only for my queen, Jill until she said differently. Everyone agreed to respect my wishes.

At some point in the evening, my phone buzzed. It was Jill. I walked over to it and answered, with the sounds of Jennifer and Diane reaching their orgasmic pinnacles.

“WOW! It sounds like someone is having a great time,” She says to me.

“Well, that is both Diane and Jennifer getting their brains fucked out by our Coast Guard boys,” I tell her.

“I bet that’s hot. These are the nephews of Fred, right?” She asked.

“Yes. Roger hired them to be part of the security force. They’re young, good looking, polite, respectful….and I think that you would tie them up in knots,” I say to her smiling.

“How’s my assistant holding up?” She asked.

“OH, you mean blabbermouth? She’s doing just fine. She’s holding her own. Right now, Belinda and Tina are tag-teaming poor, poor Miguel….and he’s smiling the whole time,” I tell her.

“You do remember that I’m supposed to be leaving here on Sunday or has that been put to the back of that horndog brain of yours?” She asks me with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Darling, do you think that my wonderful assistant would allow me to make such a stupid mistake? We’re all looking forward to seeing you come home,” I tell her.

Just as I said that both Belinda and Tina reached orgasm together. Tina from being fucked by Miguel and Belinda from grinding her pussy on Tina’s face. As Miguel shot his seed into Tina, Corey stopped watching her sister get hammered by James and crawled over to Tina and began licking Miguel’s cum out of her pussy.

James response, “Damn, that is sexy,” saying that in a low tone.

“Darling, that orgasm you hear belongs to your assistant as Miguel is really fucking her,” I say to her chuckling while I tell her. I tell her that I love her and will be there on Sunday to get her. We end the call.

I hear Nadia ask Dakota who is Jill? Dakota explains that she is my wife and she’s in the hospital. Nadia, James, and Miguel all say “WHAT?” in unison.

James asks Dakota, “Miss Dakota, are you telling me that even though David’s wife is in the hospital, he’s still fucking all these women. I don’t get it,” He says very sincerely.

“There’s nothing to ‘get’. David and Jill have the most trusting relationship that I’ve ever been witness to. He trusts her to play with whomever she wants, and she trusts him to do the same. Hell, he even got me pregnant, with Jill’s permission, of course,” She explains.

The whole room has stopped as they are listening to Dakota. Fred’s nephews are stunned. The twins and Belinda seem excited by this knowledge. Allison is laying there with her mouth open in amazement.

Nadia now asks, “David, how do you know she’s not having an affair on you?”

“What ‘affair’ could someone offer her that she’s not already getting? We both make an incredible amount of money. Look around you, do you know of a house nicer, and we love having our play friends. So, I again ask you, what could someone offer her that she’s not already got?” I say answering Nadia’s question as a matter of fact as I could.

I could see James and Nadia trying to comprehend my answer.

“James, do you trust Nadia?” I ask

“Well of course I do, that’s a silly question,” He says to me.

“Then when you leave, let her stay here with me for a while then,” I say trying to prove a point.

“Um, well, ah, I really don’t know you that well sir,” he says to me stammering a bit.

“What’s there to know? You’ve seen my home. You’ve seen my playgroup. You already know that I’m married. Hell, you fucked most of the ladies in my playgroup. What more is there that you need to know? James, I’m not trying to get you nervous, but you only trust her to a point. Therein lies the difference. I trust Jill completely, without any reservations, 100%. I also know that she is wise enough to not put herself into a situation that would risk her life,” I try to explain my point in the matter.

I see by the facial expression on his face, Nadia’s face, and both of Fred’s nephews that they are all thinking about what I’m saying.

Of course, my protégé is smiling from ear to ear. Diane has moved over to him and is sitting quietly next to him even though his dick is still in Allison.

There was a huge pause in our conversation. I realized that I was starving.

“Anyone hungry, other than me?” I ask the room.

Not surprisingly, John replies, “Fuck yeah. I’m hungry?”

The room laughs.

Dakota says to him, “John, when are you not hungry?” Again, everyone laughs, even John.

“Why don’t we call up somewhere and order some food?” I ask the room.

“David, it’s 3 in the morning. Who’s open?” Allison asks.

Tina pipes up, “I know the answer to that one, IHOP,” she says giggling.

Our new guests didn’t get the joke. They don’t know our history.

“Like when we met you, back in the day when you and Tina were dating,” Diane says.

“Wait a minute. You and Miss Tina dated…before you married Jill? And here she is part of your playgroup? What did I miss here, Who, are you Hugh Hefner?” James asked.

I just smiled.

“James, there’s a whole lot about me that you don’t know. No, I’m no Hugh Hefner. He changed the world. I only want to make my companies better. Tina and I dated for a bit. She was smart enough to realize that we weren’t going anywhere and broke up with me. Soon after that, I married Jill. However, Tina and I met Diane and John that night at IHOP. John was…. well, kind of shitfaced. Diane was the designated driver. There were some others, including a boyfriend who she found out was a total loser cheating on her with some skank from college. Somewhere shortly afterward, John and Diane began dating and now…….” I didn’t finish on purpose

“Holy guacamole,” Said James.

Before Tina had the chance to speak up about our breakup, Diane put her hand on Tina’s thigh and shook her head no. Tina got the message and stayed silent.

“Let’s go out to eat, IHOP sounds good to me unless someone really wants Village Inn, they are also open 24 hours,” I say to the room.

The two CG guys would rather have Village Inn unless someone had a real hankering for IHOP. No one really cared. I told everyone to put their clothes on, no showers, no makeup, and no fixing hair other than using a brush.

Everyone got up and headed to get their clothes.

Someone asked how we were going to get there since Fred had left hours ago.

“Well, both Tina and Dakota have their cars here and the twins have their SUVs in the garage,” I say surprising the twins that I knew that they had SUVs.

It took about 15 minutes for everyone to reassemble by the front doors. The twins went to the garage to pull out their vehicles out.

Dakota expected me to ride with her. I asked John and Diane to join us.

When everyone was in a car, we all headed out to the closest Village Inn. It took about 15 minutes to get there.

As we all went inside, I saw my favorite diner waitress, Ruth. The same waitress we met at IHOP that night with Tina.

“Ruth! It is so nice to see you again,” I yell at her.

She is stunned. Clearly, she didn’t remember me.

“Do I know you, sir?”

“You are the Ruth that used to work at IHOP aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. I worked there for 11 years,” She replied.

“Well, four of us remember you. John and Diane were at your restaurant with a few of their friends. Diane here was the designated driver for the group. They had a shortage on their bill. I came to the register and covered their bill. You, my dear, were delightful. I even tipped the cook that night,” I say to her.

“Oh yeah, Marco. The only tip he ever got from a customer in the 15 years he worked the overnight shift. Hold on, let me get him for you. He came here when I left IHOP,” Ruth says to me heading back to the to summon Marco.

In just a couple of minutes, she comes back to the front with Marco. He came straight over to me and gave me a big hug, again not the ‘man-hug’ that John always gives me.

We chat for a moment as Ruth pulls some tables together for the gang. The two CG guys went over and helped Ruth. She smiled at their assistance and thanked them when everything was set up

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I reach into my pocket and pull out a $100, trying to give it to Marco. He tries to decline. I fold it up and put it in his tee shirt pocket and walk away. He just says, “Thank You”.

I sit down in the empty chair in the middle of the group of tables. Across from me are John and Diane.

“David, why didn’t you tell Ruth what a horrible bitch she was to us that night? She was mean, hateful, and threatened to call the cops on us,” Diane asks with some venom in her voice.

“Diane, please listen to me. Ruth works the absolute worst shift in the restaurant business, midnight until 5am. Usually, there are only two employees. They must put up with drunks and with people trying to dine-n-dash. The two employees must be waitress, hostess, manager, cook, janitor, food prep, busboy, and dishwasher. For usually just above minimum wage. Plus, as I remember that night you guys were short on your bill by about $25. She was just doing her job. I bet if you ask her, she probably got any walkouts deducted from her paycheck,” I tell her and the rest of the table.

Ruth stops by the table and takes everyone’s food order. Dakota pipes up and orders pineapple juice for all the guys at the table. John laughed. The CG guys and James didn’t understand the joke. The ladies closest to them quietly explained.

We went back to our discussion about overnight workers.

The CG guys start shaking their heads saying, “That’s not right,” in a serious tone.

“No, no it’s not right, but that’s the way it is in the restaurant world. Heck, anywhere that there are minimum wage jobs you’ll find people working hard, crappy jobs to make ends meet,” I say.

“So, the answer is to raise the minimum wage then,” John says.

“I don’t know. Let’s think about that for a moment. Let’s say that the California legislature raises the minimum wage by $3.00 effective next July. What do you think that accomplishes? Those making more than minimum wage won’t get a raise, only the people who are below what will be the new minimum. In addition, companies who usually have 7 employees on duty during the high-volume times will not replace employees as they leave forcing the staff that stays to work short-handed. Instead of having the 7 employees on the clock, they will most likely have only 5. Who here wants to do the work of two extra people for no additional money?” I ask the table.

“Then what’s the answer?” Allison asks.

“I don’t really know. I do understand that those under minimum wage will benefit immediately. However, small business and those employees get hit hard financially. Therefore, I always want our brands to hire substantially above what is the normal wage for any job we offer. Here’s a good example. What do you guys think the going wage is for an armed security guard. Someone who had to get drug tested, pass a deep background check, take and pass a firearm test and pass a physical? Anyone. Anyone have a guess,” I ask.

“$25.00,” Diane says

“No way, that’s too low. I say $40.00,” Belinda says.

“Um, maybe $30.00,” James says.

“How about $50.00,” Amy offers.

“Nope, none of you are right,” I say.

I point to the CG guys. “Care to answer, I know you gentlemen know,” I say.

“About $11-12.00 per hour,” JP says.

“No fucking way,” John says.

“Then why do they do it, David?” Allison asks.

“Everyone is different. Some have children and can’t afford daycare. Some have a family member that needs 24-hour medical care. Some don’t have the schooling nor employment background to qualify for a better position. Some have been forced into bankruptcy which is being used more and more to sidestep hiring people. The list of reasons goes on and on,” I tell everyone.

I point to the two CG guys and ask, “What’s the starting pay for entering the Coast Guard?”

“I think they just raised it to $20,000 annually,” Derrick says.

“Just raised it? What the fuck?” John asked completely floored.

“Well, they do have the on-ship living, but that doesn’t help if you have a spouse and/or child. Someone take their cell phone out and go to their calculator,” I direct.

Dakota has her phone ready.

“Put in 20,000 and divide it by 52. What do you get?” I ask.

“$384.62,” she says.

“Now take that number and divide it by 40, the number of hours in a civilian work week,” I direct.

“$9.62,” She says.

The whole table is stunned.

“Derrick, does the Coast Guard have 40-hour work weeks?” I ask.

“No, not usually. It’s closer to 50-60 hours. More if you’re in a high alert area, say off the coast of Somalia,” He says to the table.

“Dakota, go back to that $384.62 and let’s divide it by 50 hours a week,” I say.

“$7.69,” Dakota says in a low voice.

There was a stunned silence. No one knew quite what to say.

“Look, everyone, I didn’t mean for this to turn into a downer. I just wanted to demonstrate that you don’t know what other people are living. Your smile, your extra couple dollar tip, your assistance, hell even just saying Thank You will mean something very special to someone. It might just change their day. You never ever know,” I tell everyone.

Just as I say that Ruth begins to deliver the food. For the first few minutes of everyone eating, the table was silent.

At some point, the table begins to sound more like it should. Various small conversations all around me. I just smile thinking to myself ‘thank goodness’ as everyone got past my downer conversation.

I put my arm around Dakota telling her how sexy she looks. “You must be delirious. I’m a wreck,” She says to me smiling. I just lean in and kiss her.

I ask the table if they have enjoyed the concert and the after-party so far. Everyone agrees that they are enjoying the events. I assure them that no one must go home, and the party will continue when we return to the Commune.

I see everyone smiling.

As Ruth came over to the table to start collecting empty dishes, everyone and I do mean everyone said in unison,” THANK YOU RUTH!” She smiled a big smile.

Picking up the bill, I handed it to John. “Here, use your new card and pay the bill. Leave Ruth a $100 tip,” I tell him. He smiles taking the bill from me and walks over to the cash register to pay. I knew he needed permission to use the card the first time. I looked at Jennifer who was smiling from ear to ear.

When he returned, he handed me the receipt. I just folded it up and put it in my pocket thanking him for taking care of that for me.

We all got up. Jennifer, Amy, and Belinda began stacking the dishes and assembling the glassware to make it easier for Ruth to clean the table after we leave. This made me proud of our group. My downer chat had an immediate effect.

I herded us back out to the cars.

CHAPTER 2

When we arrived back at the Commune, I noticed the clock on the dash telling me it was 4:54am. I thought to myself, where did the time go?

I saw clothes coming back off before we even got inside. Heck, Dakota was nearly naked before she even unlocked the door.

Diane came over to me asking for some play time with me…. just me. I took her by the hand and walked her to my bedroom.

Once inside, she hugged me tightly.