"So, you think this will work?" She was excited now.
"I know it will."
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I called Melanie on her cell and gave her a brief synopsis of our lunch conversation. We were both excited over the future of our new business and of the future, we were now just beginning to see for ourselves.
"Melanie, can I pick you up after work?"
"No, I want you to go to your hotel room, get everything you own and bring it to my apartment. I'll meet you there in about two hours.
"Oh, my God, I almost forgot, you have a closing. On the twenty third of next month, the house is yours."
"You do like the house too, don't you Melanie?"
"Before I say anything, give me until late tomorrow for an answer. It's Sunday and the three of us are off work and I have arranged something that I want to keep as a surprise.
"John hold on, I have Carol on the other line."
A minute later, she clicked back to my line. "I'm a bit confused by Carol's cryptic message.
"First she said the black woman in her wants fried chicken for dinner tonight at her place and to make sure that we buy enough for your new apprentice. Then she said, I hope John isn't the jealous type, because I had you last night, so tonight I get the trainee. She laughed and then hung up.
"What's this about?"
"I can't believe her," I said.
"Tell me what's going on John, before I become any more worried."
"I'll explain in detail when I see you, but the gist of it is, Carol found someone who she thinks I can train to make women ejaculate and she is bringing that person over tonight."
"Why does she want you to train someone?"
"Carol explained it to me. I'll give you the short version now.
"Think about the new business, Carol believes there will be a minimum of ten women a day who will want to experience a full blown ejaculation."
Melanie interrupted. "Oh shit, she's right. You could never handle the volume, every day of the week. And you could possibly be looking at as many as twenty or thirty women on some days."
"Woe, the scope of this is over whelming me. First it was thirty seven million, then forty eight million, now in addition to all the other things this clinic will offer, you could be talking about making up to twenty thousand a day."
"Oh, no," Melanie said. "A complete day's session, the whole nine yards of pampering could run over a thousand. I would say a slow day would bring twenty thousand."
"Melanie, this is becoming mind boggling to me. If what you're saying is true, this place could gross, what, fifty thousand a day."
"Yes, quite easily, a good day could gross double or tripple that, with surgery and all."
"I have to be honest; I am finding this to be a little frightening."
"It may be hard to believe, but by next week you will become use to tossing figures like these around.
"John, I have to finish a couple of offers and then I'll be out of here. I'll see you at the apartment. Love you."
"Love you too, Melanie. Bye."
In a lot less than two hours, I had packed all my things from the Holiday Inn and was pulling into the Taylor Arms Apartment complex. A flood of memories rushed back at me as I drove in and parked in my old spot. Melanie's car wasn't there yet.
As I sat there, visions of Alice's tits crossed my mind and a smile came to my lips, but it was quickly replaced by the vision of that kid ramming a red but plug up Alice's ass as I saw her pussy stretched wide by a big black dildo that she was franticly working. I shook that vision out of my head and replaced it with the gorgeous blonde with violet eyes who I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and who, I knew in my heart, loved me.
I got out of my pickup and walked around, to stretch my legs. I had never paid any attention to the tennis courts, but now I had visions of Melanie and me playing. The fact that I had never even held a racket was just creeping into my head, when I saw Melanie park. I ran up to her and grabbed her in my arms before she had both feet out of her car and pulled her tight to me.
The rush of love I felt for her made my eyes tear as I whispered, "Melanie, I love you and I want to play tennis with you."
"What?" She said, as she pulled back and began to search my face, quite possibly for signs of insanity.
"No, I mean, I love you and I had noticed the tennis courts over there and was thinking how nice it would be to play, just you and I."
I wanted to add, for the rest of our lives together, but I was afraid to push my true feelings off on her. I also wondered what Carol would say about that and I could almost feel the dope slap I'm sure she would have given me.
"I didn't know you played, I love the game. I was on the tennis team at Ohio State, but I haven't really played in years."
I could tell she was happy and excited at the prospect, so I told myself to keep my mouth shut and first thing Monday morning get my ass over to the closest tennis club and take about ten hours of lessons, all in the same day.
"Well;" I said, trying to change the subject, "I'm sure you have a load of questions, after Carol's message. So can we go in and talk over a cup of coffee?"
"Where are your things? Don't you want to bring them in now?"
"No. I want to spend time with you, I only have two suitcases of cloths and I can bring them in tonight when we come back from Carols'."
"Oh, I almost forgot, Carol wants us there by 6:30. We have less than an hour before we have to leave. I don't even have time for a shower."
"That's probably a good thing. If I saw you naked, we'd be really late."
"Well, if that's the case, I won't even change and I can show off my new wardrobe to Carol."
"Fine," I said huffily, "but I want a cup of coffee while we talk."
We went in; Melanie had one of the largest apartments that the Arms offered. Four bedrooms, the master, which was really a good size, a lot bigger than the one I had. Melanie had converted one of the bedrooms into an office, another into a small library. It had three walls of bookcases with books, a soft big armchair with a small coffee table in front of it and two side tables. There were also speakers on all four walls, so I'm guessing she had a nice sound system somewhere in the room.
One of the bedrooms was a guest room, done up nicely with a full sleigh bed, nightstand and dresser all in the shaker style. Melanie's choice of art was eclectic but all in very good taste. Melanie's' middle name was Class.
