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Belinda wanted to know where Allison was hiding. I told her that Allison is in bed with my wife. She seemed to ponder that statement. I left it just that way, making her think about what I had said. Of course, what I didn’t tell her was that she was now a submissive of mine.
Dakota came over and asked if Jill and I had fun because everyone could hear the fun all the way out to the kitchen, louder than anyone else in the house. I kissed Dakota and swatted her on the bum as she wiggled it at me. I summoned her back asking where Jennifer was. “Asleep in my bed,” she said.
I asked Amy what was for dinner tonight. She said that she was going to make tonight rather easy. John had already ordered 4 pans of lasagna from Carrabba’s along with a gallon of their Mamma Mandola’s Chicken soup, which thankfully they did that as it was one of my favorites on their menu.
Not but a few minutes later, Paula, Marcus, and Tina appeared in the kitchen. Amy told them that dinner should be here in less than a half hour if anyone wanted to take a quick shower. Paula and Tina raced each other to the shower. I said loudly that there are 31 bathrooms in this house, no need to compete for a bathroom.
Amy looked at me repeating, “THIRTY-ONE BATHROOMS,” she said loudly. I just laughed.
We all sat around and chatted waiting for the delivery of dinner to arrive. Just as there was a knock on the door, Allison and Jill wandered into the kitchen. Guess they smelled the food arriving.
John stepped to the door, handed the delivery guy his Visa. The guy ran it through a small white clip that plugged into his phone. He swiped the card and had John sign with his finger. He handed the card back to John and told him he would email him the receipt.
Several people came to the door to help carry the food and soup into the kitchen. The restaurant had also included plates, napkins, plastic ware, and even large Styrofoam cups to act as soup bowls. I took one of them first. I followed Belinda who was holding the gallon jug of the soup. I poured some into the cup, grabbed a soup spoon and sat right down on the floor to eat.
Dakota came over and sat next to me telling me about her experience with Sindee. She said it was fun, but nowhere as much fun as when she plays with Jill and me, or even Tina for that matter. I apologized, but she said it wasn’t my fault, even though I felt like it was.
Allison came and sat on the other side of me. She asked, “David, how do you hold so much power over me. I don’t understand it, not at all,” she says looking into my eyes.
“I think that I make you feel completely relaxed about being able to explore your fantasies, safely,” I try to explain.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, thanks Daddy,” she says before kissing me and getting up and sitting next to Belinda.
It was nice to see everyone enjoying the food and each other.
When Jill and I finished, we tossed our plates and headed off to bed.
CHAPTER 3
My bladder woke me about 5am. I trundled off to the bathroom, while my Queen laid in the land of slumber.
Once I was through, I decided to take a quick shower, shave, and brush my teeth. Once again, I am infatuated with this shower, hot water right from the start. Of course, being alone in the shower, the process only took about 5 minutes. After drying off, I put on another pair of basketball shorts and my usual white tee shirt. I grabbed my cellphone and headed down the hallway. I peeked my head into Dakota’s room. She was entwined with Jennifer, who was still in her bed. I poked my head into Tina’s room and saw Amy all snuggled up.
I didn’t check any more rooms, I just headed down to the kitchen. I moved my laptop from the homemade work desk to the countertop at the bar. I picked a bar stool. It was ok, not overly comfortable but doable none the less. I plugged in my laptop and off to work I went.
I looked at my email list. 214 of them to be exact. I perused the list looking for some replies. I noticed one from Special Agent Fernandez. It read:
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Mr. Greene,
It was nice to hear from you. I bragged to a friend of mine from Homeland Security about how helpful you were in taking down two brothers that had been eluding capture for a long time.
He asked me if there was any way that you knew about what was going on with the Pinetree and the forced prostitution/slavery. I assured him that if you knew you would most certainly address it.
If you are OK with the idea, I would like to join in only as an advisor to you when you meet the people from the DEA and Homeland Security. I looked them up for you and know them all either by reputation or personally.
Give me a call soon so we can arrange things.
Regards,
Special Agent Jose Fernandez
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I smiled and returned his email that I would call him today.
I did notice an email from the district manager from the restaurant in Tampa. He said he ‘just received’ the email and assured me he was ‘all over it’. Little did he know that I already knew that was a lie. I made a note to have Dakota schedule the plane to head to Tampa tomorrow.
I began answering a whole lot of emails that only required me to read as they were just ‘copying’ me in on in-house communication.
I got two emails from top managers at the trucking company. One from Joe Smith who recommended buying as many tires as we could afford before the price went up even further. He did say that while Continental was a fine brand, it was his opinion that Goodyear was head and shoulders above virtually any other brand. His reasoning had to do with the number of times they would accept being retreaded. He said that they could be retreaded 3 times, which was one more than any other brand.
I replied thanking him for the information.
The other email was from a Mac Brown. He said that he didn’t like Continental at all. He said recommended either Goodyear or BF Goodrich. He went on to say that the BF Goodrich tires were made in the same plant as Michelin tires and were dramatically less expensive than most other brands.
I thanked him for the information making note that pricing would decide.
Neither one of them offered an idea on how many tires we should be discussing.
More of the ‘read-only’ emails.
Again, looking at company stats for each brand, again the Vegas restaurant was just a hiccup away from taking over the top spot in the restaurant group. Again, I sent out congratulatory emails to the management and chef.
However, I did notice that the entire Dallas area had taken a dramatic drop across the board: number of tables, the dollar amount of sales, number of reservations not filled, employee turnover, and guest check average.
I made a note to myself to have the plane stop in Dallas first before heading to Tampa.
I began feeling hungry and decided on a toasted PB&J double decker with a glass of milk.
I started the process. While the toast was cooking, I poured a red solo cup of milk. The toast popped and I put the third piece in.
The toast smelled delightful as I smeared the jelly on both pieces. Once the third piece popped, out came the peanut butter (Jif smooth only).
In my head, I decided to hand Amy one of the unused Visa cards and have Jill order her an unlimited Visa as well as an AMEX. If she was going to run the house, then she needed a financial way to be successful.
I kept reading stats from the various brands.
I looked up the stats on the three limo companies that we owned. The Vegas one had an increase in sales continually since we purchased them. The two in LA, not so much. While sales had not gone down, reservations had. In my head, we were taking fewer customers but getting more from them. For the Happee, Happy limo brand, that was fine since they held the ‘client’ side of the business. But Black Car Limo had gone down in the number of reservations as well as overall sales. I made notes about chatting with Paula about this.
Dakota wandered out to the kitchen.
I kissed her good morning. She looked at the coffee pot and frowned. She went over to it preparing it for the morning workout.
I handed Dakota my notepad. She read the notes and put her phone to use getting the plane ready by texting the company that kept everything ready on the plane. By the time her coffee was ready, she told me that the plane would be ready.
I made a list of items that I wanted Amy to get for the house. More cookware, more cooking utensils, plates, glassware, silverware, cups (Tervis brand), coffee mugs, at least two different size bowls, a mixer, a blender, a multi-slice toaster, a second coffee pot (one of those K-cup types), serving ware, and knives of various sizes and maybe a large block to hold them, a knife sharpener, mixing bowls, large popcorn bowls, and one more appliance for the kitchen……an ice maker (I hate buying bags of ice and the one on the fridge would not be able to keep up when we’re entertaining or when the weather gets unseasonably warm). I put a Visa card on the note.
Dakota slid the note over to herself and read it, making sure that I had not forgotten anything important.
I texted John and Diane’s phone asking them to find 4 college friends, who could be trusted to assist my new person at ‘The Hawk’ (formerly the Kraft building). I need them to be able to wear dress slacks, short-sleeved collared dress shirt, dress shoes, and a belt. I emphasized a belt, saying that if there are belt loops on the pants, a belt is required. I said that we are certainly willing to work around their college schedules.
I also texted Paula about needing to talk today about the limo companies.
I spent about an hour looking over the information on the internet about tires. Lots of ads boasting prices and installations costs and the such.
I looked directly on both BF Goodrich’s website as well as Goodyear’s website. I noted that the cost on their website was virtually the same as the one through a retail outlet. I figured that I needed to call them directly instead.
I spent some time looking at tire purchases over the past two years, both by a yearly number, price, and delivery locations. I also looked at the current year in a month by month format. After spending an inordinate amount of time, I felt maybe I should just split the number of tires purchased right down the middle. Half would be BF Goodrich and half would be Goodyear. I estimated about 5,000 tires of each brand in the two most popular sizes that we have bought
.
I made note of the direct dial numbers for each brand and to call. It turns out that BF Goodrich has an office here in LA, where it appears that Goodyear is based out of Akron Ohio.
I looked at the microwave clock and saw it read 7:44am. Time to head to the bedroom to dress for the day. Jill was in the shower as I went into the bedroom.
I pulled out some dress clothes for today and pulled my luggage bag out laying it on the second play bed. I began dressing. Just before I put on a long-sleeved dress shirt, I heard the water shutoff in the bathroom.
I walked over to the bathroom peeking my head in and just admiring my beauty, all wet and naked getting out of the shower.
“OH, MY GOODNESS,” Jill screamed.
“You startled me. What the heck are you doing just standing there leering at me?” She playfully asked.
“Well, I just wanted to see my beautiful wife before I got dressed and headed out,” I told her.
She wound the towel into that snapping style and mockingly tried to snap me with it. She missed, causing me to smile and smooch the air towards her, which she returned with a smooch of her own.
I went back to dressing. Just as I was finishing, Jill came into the bedroom and remarked how ‘handsome’ I looked.
Jokingly she asked who the woman I was dressing for might be.
“Well, there’s you, Dakota, Tina, the three new subs,” I said smiling.
She just put her hand up telling me to stop. “That sounds more like a posse,” she replied giggling.
“Or a harem,” I said smiling. Jill smiled as well.
Once finished, I kissed Jill and headed back out to the kitchen. Dakota was not there. I made a note as to where the office of BF Goodrich was located here in LA. I made a few more notes. I texted Fred to come to pick me up at his earliest convenience. He texted back that he would be at the house no later than 9am.
Paula came stumbling out to the kitchen. She saw the coffee pot all warmed up with coffee. She smiled and poured herself a cup.
I figured since she was right in front of me, we could chat about the limo company.
“Paula, have you seen the numbers for the three limo companies?” I ask.
“Yes, Black Car is really concerning me. Numbers are down, way down. I was thinking that maybe we should start contracting with the top tier hotels and resorts to be their primary ‘go-to’ for service,” she answered.
“I like the thinking. Start on that, or do you need some help, maybe an assistant?” I asked.
“Well, I have someone who might be of use that is just a reservationist. She is college-aged, working her way through UCLA. She wants a degree in business. She’s 25, blonde, beautiful and has a very flirty way about her. On the phone, she gets the guys to buy the more expensive packages and she forms relationships with the women quickly lamenting on how a woman’s work is never done. Which in turn, gets them to buy either more time or our flower/candy package to treat herself. She outsells virtually everyone and yet she has been with us just over 6 weeks,” Paula explains.
She sees a smile creep across my face. She already knows what my dirty mind is thinking. She smiles back.
“Should I interview her or leave that to you?” I ask.
“David, I know how busy you are, I don’t want you to be overloaded,” she says sarcastically. I just smile.
Paula spun my laptop around and pulled up the numbers for the limo companies. She pointed out that the Vegas operations were doing quite well praising our new lady running that branch. However, she did show something that apparently worried her. Vegas had an unusually high turnover rate, nearly double that of any other location. I told her that she was probably just ‘cleaning’ house. It should settle down in a couple of weeks, but I would put in a call to her and maybe she should as well, just to confirm that she was indeed getting rid of the deadwood.
Paula tapped me on the shoulder seeing Fred pull into the courtyard. I grabbed my stuff, however, I remembered that I had not grabbed any cash. I hustled back down to the bedroom to get some money.
I grabbed 6 $100-dollar bills and went back to the get my stuff. Dakota was on my heels in a beautiful conservative dress.
We headed out to the car. Fred, of course, had the door open and waiting on us.
I handed him a small piece of paper with an address on it. I wanted to go to the BF Goodrich location here in LA, to discuss a large tire purchase.
The drive during morning traffic was almost brutal. We didn’t arrive at the location until a quarter to ten.
We got out and headed inside. The receptionist was a nice lady who asked if I had an appointment. I told her that I didn’t and would like to speak to someone about a large tire purchase. She began to explain that this was a corporate office and that they don’t sell tires there.
Dakota reached into her notebook and pulled out a business card and handed it to the receptionist.
She read the card and apologized saying that they get people all the time thinking that they could get tires there.
She asked me and Dakota to just take a seat and someone would be down in a couple of minutes to talk to me.
When Dakota and I sat down, I asked, “What business card did you give her?”
She pulled another one out and handed it to me. It read: DAVID GREENE, President & CEO, Jaxson’s Inc. along with my email address. No phone number was listed.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, quite stunned.
“Melanie had them made and shipped them to me a couple of weeks ago. I would guess that she’s sweet on you and she probably has noticed a change in Bob. No longer stressed out about running the company and they are probably enjoying life much more,” she tells me.
“Well, good then. I’m doing my job,” I say smiling to her.
We waited for nearly 20 minutes before a nice gentleman approached us.
“Are you Mr. Greene? I’m Austin Mackey. I’m the director of sales. I oversee all the tire sales going to the various retail locations on the west coast,” he tells me.
He goes on to say, “Are you looking to carry our brand at some of your locations?” clearly not being told the reason that I was truly here for.
“Um, no, I’m not here to begin carrying your brand at any retail location. What I am looking to do is make a rather large purchase of tires and have them delivered to my various trucking locations throughout the US,” I explain.
He looks puzzled.
I ask if there is somewhere that we can go and have this discussion in private as I really didn’t want to discuss this in the lobby.
He told us to follow him. He led us to a conference room.
I began again, “Mr. Mackey, I’m looking to make a substantial one-time tire purchase from your company and have them delivered to various locations around the US. Are you the right person to speak to about this?” I ask.
“Sir, how many tires are you calling a substantial amount? We don’t sell anything under 20-25 tires,” he tells me.
“In the neighborhood of 2500 tires,” I said stoically.
“Um, Mr. Greene, did I hear you properly? Did you say twenty-five HUNDRED?” He asked completely shocked.
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“No sir, we’ve never had anyone just walk in off the street and want to purchase that many before,” he tells me, now smiling.
I tell him that I was thinking of maybe his most popular two sizes. He laughs and begins to tell me that there are so many variables that just ordering two most popular sizes probably wouldn’t be a prudent purchase.
He explained that on a truck there are three types of tires. Steering tires, for the front axle. Drive tires, for the back end of the tractor. And, trailer tires, for the rear group of tires on a trailer.
He also went on to explain that there are probably another 15-20 different variables. Size, tread depth, tire width, tire height, retread or first run, tread design just to name a few.
I sat and pondered for a moment. I realized that this wasn’t the same as buying a can of tomatoes. Buying tomatoes only came down to price and quality.
I noticed Dakota typing furiously on her phone. As Mr. Mackey was pushing his card over to me, Dakota asked, “What if we knew all the trucks were using the 20″ tires and when we replaced them, we could send the removed tires to be retreaded?”
Mr. Mackey was clearly stunned that Dakota learned so quickly about truck tires.
“Ma’am, we have several retreading locations near Dallas. If you can get the tires to us then we can retread them usually in 24-hour turnaround time,” he answered.
Feeling really proud of Dakota, I decided to take over at this point.
“Mr. Mackey, if we get the tires to your Dallas area retreading locations will you assume the cost of shipping them to our locations once they are ready to be put on trailers?” I asked.
Dakota spun her phone around to me pointing at two types of tires she thought might work. The ST244 for long haul trucks and the ST230 for regional or short-haul trucks.
I asked about them. Mr. Mackey took quite a while explaining how good the quality of each tire. He finally ended saying that each tire has a 5-year warranty, which interested me.
When he was done, I saw Dakota’s eyes all glazed over.
I ordered 500 or each tire. Dakota pulled up our top 20 trucking locations nationwide. She spun her phone around to Mr. Mackey. He began writing down the locations that we wanted them to be sent to.
Initially, he tried to give me a price in the $325/per tire range. I said, “Thank you for your time. We’ll head on to our appointment with Goodyear,” getting up from the table.
His eyes grew big and he apologized. He said that the best he could do would be to offer us a price of $177/tire. I accepted knowing that the best pricing I could find through retail was in the $280 range. I did request that they pick up the cost of shipping them, he agreed. He asked how I was going to pay for them. I handed him my AMEX card. He was shocked. He handed me my card back and offered to bill us since they don’t take credit cards for a purchase of that size.
I did the math and realized that we were discussing $177,000.00. Clearly, he was right. Dakota gave him Jill’s email address and other contact information. Mr. Mackey said he would check the warehouse and have them begin to ship them before the close of business today. I thanked him and we headed back to the lobby.
I noticed that this had taken most of the morning. I asked Fred to take us home.
The trip back to the house was much quicker than going out since there was no ‘go to work’ traffic.
I called Agent Fernandez.
He told me that the DEA and Homeland Security was anxious to speak with me as soon as possible. If I had time today, he could put together the meeting at his office. I agreed to say at 2pm but letting him know that we were supposed to be heading to Dallas and Tampa today. He said he would set things up right after we hung up.
Hearing the conversation, Dakota was already alerting the plane crew to our change in plans, we would be leaving about 4 hours later closer to 6pm.
