Steve
Still Saturday
We had just purchased mass quantities of safety gear for a bunch of kids to begin training to motocross. They had insisted on wearing their gear to ride home.
Back at home, the kids had to show off all of their new gear. The boys of course had to show their mom's their cups. They walked around knocking on the cups that were in place. The moms just rolled their eyes, while the girls didn't think it fair that the guys got something extra.
Kevin called all the kids together and said, "I'm going to teach you all how to ride and how to ride safely. First thing today is a couple of movies. The first one is an introduction to motocross. The second is a series of movies of actual races. The third is a true safety movie. Listen and watch closely. There will be a test on this. We're going to do this just like school. We'll do it right. Here's one of my teachers, you all know my son, Dennis."
Dennis waved and smiled, then said, "I will be with you today while we watch these movies. Let's get settled down and I'll put it on the big TV. We'll take a little break between each movie, and have lunch when we're done."
While Dennis took over the class, Kevin said, "Let's go look at the area where the track is going to be one more time."
Bart was standing with us and I asked, "Want to ride along to see where your kids are going to break arms and legs?"
He groaned and said, "Sure, let me ride along. That's what I was saying about the insurance."
I told him, "You'll be taken care of now, so don't worry. I take it you passed the drug test; you still have your balls and can walk."
"That lady, Hannah, said that if I didn't pass the test, Sue would probably cut em off." We all laughed as we rode in Kevin's cart out to the back of the big park property.
Way back behind the last building, almost out of sight of even the clothing company buildings, there were groups of stakes, driven in rows and in a manner of circles. There appeared to be four groups, or four tracks, that wiggled around within each group of stakes.
They went from fairly short to very long. Kevin said, "I had Don Koss come out and help lay this out. We figured to have beginners through to nearly professionals. We'll build some jumps later, but these tracks will be perfect to start with. There's a good road for us to get back here if we need an ambulance." Bart and I shuddered.
Kevin looked around, "Now, we need a secure building out here to store and maintain the bikes. We'll also need power and water back here."
I pointed at a power pole with a small shed near it. "We're in luck. This is where Nelda's place used to be. There's a good well and power. We'll just build our storage barn right here. I think we can probably get a pre-made general steel building for what we need. Let's see if the power is still on."
We walked over to the power pole and it looked like the breaker was in the on position. I went to the shed and opened a valve sticking out of the shed. Water blasted out, and after a minute or so, the pump turned on. I cupped my hands and tasted the water. "Good stuff. This is good water, just like in the park."
The other two guys tasted the water, and when I shut the valve, the pressure built up and the motor stopped. Kevin said, "I guess that takes care of it. We're going to have a great training track. We need to post our rules and make sure the kids know that there's no hard riding without supervision. They're all young enough right now that they need supervision whenever they're on a bike."
Bart said, "I feel a lot better about this whole thing now that I see it's being handled with safety in mind. I have to tell you, I was especially worried when my little girl wanted to do this."
I said, "Well, all of mine are going to do this too, so you know I'm going to try to keep it safe."
We headed back to the patio to kick back a little as lunch should be ready soon.
When the last movie was over, Dennis said, "We'll watch this again next week and probably a couple of more times. Safety is very important and you have to do what that movie says, every time you ride. Maybe by next week, we can begin learning to ride."
There was some "Yeahs" by the kids, before Dennis said, "Go wash your hands and get ready for lunch. Help get it on the table."
There was the mad scramble of kids heading out to do as they were told. Kids were soon carrying bowls and flatware out to the tables.
Bart said, "I guess we should head home for lunch."
I said, "Are you kidding. You have to eat here. The kids are having too good a time to quit now. Come on, Saturday is chili and sandwiches. If you want, we can have a beer with our chili. We'll eat at one of tables over by the bar."
Juanita came out of the house with three bowls of chili and asked me, "Where are you going to eat, Honey?"
I pointed at a table near the bar and Juanita put the bowls down, then pulled napkins and flatware out of her apron pocket. She said, "I'll be back with some sandwiches for you guys." She got a kiss and went toward the kitchen.
Motioning toward Kevin, I asked, "Want a beer? How about you, Bart?"
I had begun pulling one into a frosty mug for me, when Kevin said, "Yeah, one for me."
With a smile, Bart said, "Why not, it's Saturday."
Within a few minutes, the patio was filling up with people. Wes and Bear joined us, and before long, the tables away from the kids were full of folks chatting and eating.
Star was with us and was talking about some tool orders. She said, "I have a real question for you, Boss, or perhaps this is in Tiny's or Henry's domain. I have two very good special tools that are made for working on sewing machines. As soon as we advertised them in a trade magazine, we have been bombarded with orders. These two tools could even be sold to and used by consumers, so they are going to be very profitable. So the big question is, who gets the profit? Does this benefit Quality Wear or does it go to S&S. The originator gets his royalty, but who gets the profit?"
Kevin said, "If S&S didn't hire you to hunt up the tools, have them made, and market them, there wouldn't be any profit. S&S may owe Quality a royalty of some sort, but that would be all."
Sue was sitting at an adjoining table and asked, "Are we talking big bucks here or just a couple of hundred thousand."
Star laughed and said, "Right now, we're talking less than a thousand in real profit. But these two items will be popular and will have a very long sales life. We can probably license it to the machine manufacturers as well. I'd say we might do close to a million in the first five years."
Sue said, "Figure a way we can get a royalty so we can show our people that profits are going into their 401K plans. They might come up with some more tools."
Star said, "I'll send a note to Tiny."
Bart asked, "Does everyone here work for you?"
I said, "No, not all. Most do because we share that as more common ground. You met Charlie this morning, he doesn't, and Hannah's husband doesn't either. See that cop over there, she doesn't."
Mickey turned toward me with a scowl, "I'm not a cop, I'm a Deputy Sheriff. Show me some respect when I have to wear this monkey suit."
I explained, "Mickey is a forensics specialist and usually doesn't pull patrol duty. I guess they were short today."
Mickey said, "It's part of the new program to save on overtime. They screwed up the schedule so bad that they had to pull me in on overtime to cover the minimum daytime patrol today. I think dad is going to be in a bad mood trying to figure this all out."
I explained to Bart, "Mickey's dad is the Major over the district out here. He's a great guy, you would like him."
The kids wanted to run a little after they finished lunch,. They headed out to the ball fields after being told to be back in an hour. Mercy said, "In an hour, they will all be ready for a nap. At least the younger ones will. The kids are having their guitar lesson late today, then Bonita has one of her special lessons. By tonight, she'll be dead tired."
Kathy said, "She always is on Saturdays. With motocross too, she's really going to be tired. I'll have to try to do some rescheduling."
Bart said, "I'll go down to the park and watch the kids. Someone should be with them."
Kathy said, "Let's see, Martin, Glenda, and Juanita, and where's Hannah, and I saw Debbie head that way. Never fear, Bart, wherever the kids are, we are too. There's enough of us to handle it though, so we all don't have to be running off to watch them."
I said, "Well, I need to run down to the shop to check on how the show is coming. I need to ride the shovel anyway, so this will give me a chance. Bart, we have an evening gathering starting around five through supper time. Come join us, all of you, and remember breakfast, especially tomorrow. You'll enjoy the view."
Sue, Mercy, and Kathy gave me a kiss as I went out to get my bike from the shed. The shovelhead is such a showpiece; it's almost a show bike only, not a riding bike.
At the shop, the teams were winding up their seminars and were having a catered lunch. Phil, the field salesmen, and the race day teams were enjoying visiting with the people they usually only saw under the strain of broken or blown parts. Sandy and Mandy were there, in their shop uniforms, scheduling consulting times. Robert and Roberta were there with them, also in shop coats, as they were going to help in the field. This consulting was bigger than I thought it was going to be.
Gene and his wife came by to thank me for the great time they had the night before. Gene said, "Your friends, Chuck and Lisa, are some really good musicians. I'd love to have a recording of just what they did last night. It was really good and I like the way they had both jazz and blues. I was amazed how well the two styles of music fit together."
Gene's wife said, "You've really done it up nice, Steve. This is the way to get even more business from these guys. Your road salesmen have been asking about every one of our vendors. I was concerned until one of them said, 'We need to be wholesaling to your vendors. We need to be in your supply chain.' That is really smart."
Shawna had shown up and brought out a couple of her bikes that she had made for some of the team members. She told me she had picked up five more orders. I guess there is still some money out there, even with the recession.
I was watching Phil say goodbye to one of the last teams and went to all the sales people and congratulated them for a good job. I told them that their numbers would show the success of this show very soon. I said goodbye to Phil and Tiny and headed back home with a stop at the gas station.
At home, I checked out and cleaned up the big bike. As I was wiping off the last of the fingerprints, Chuck came riding up with Lisa. I asked, "Where are your other women? Don't any want to ride with us?"
He said, "The five want to visit with parents tonight. Lena and Tina are running down to Sarasota, and little Tina is already out here. She's riding behind Sandy or Mandy." Kathy came out and took Lisa away. Chuck said, "How about a beer? We can probably safely have a couple and eat before we leave. The others should be bringing their bikes up pretty soon."
Hap came riding up with Margie, and Crystal came in riding Bear's bike, with Bear riding the bitch seat. When he got off, he growled, "You never saw that, it never happened."
Crystal said, "I ordered myself a new bike to be delivered to me in Hawaii. I need some riding here though, and it's too expensive to rent a bike. I talked him into letting me ride him from our place to here."
Hap was grinning, but didn't say a word. We were all distracted as Hank came riding up, while Debbie was walking with their kids. Two bikes came roaring up to the parking area. It was Shawna, riding a fancy new chopper I had not seen before. With her were Robert and Roberta, on what looked like a just finished custom chopper.
Shawna said, "Will you look at the ride Robert and Roberta put together. Robert said he couldn't stand it when he kept seeing us ride, so he decided to get a bike. He didn't want something stock so he started from scratch and this is the result. Can you believe it? It's a real showpiece."
"Where did you get what you're riding?" I asked Shawna, walking over to look at the chopper she rode in.
"This is Stump's surprise. I've been collecting parts for a while and put this one together so he could ride around on something special for a while. He'll end up selling it and riding his old bike. He loves that thing, but will ride this for a while."
Shawna's bike showed an S&S logo sort of hidden, and when I looked, Robert's and Roberta's had one too. I asked, "How come you have an S&S logo on your bike? You built it."
Roberta said, "Yep, we did it but we did do some of the work on your benches and we did use some of your equipment for some things. We had the frame built by your guys, and they did the handle bars and the sheet metal. It has our name on it as built by, but it really is an S&S bike. One of these days people from all over the country are going to be coming here for bikes. We'll build 'em."
Sandy and Mandy rode up, then we heard Jim coming with another bike in the background, probably Charlie. Both of the guys rode up and put their kickstands down. Charlie said to Shawna, "By the time you pour me a beer, I'll be showered and dressed."
Jim gave Hannah a kiss and said, "Ditto."
As soon as Charlie was in the house, Shawna said to me, "Push his bike over to the shed, we'll put it in so he doesn't see his old bike and I'll give him his present."
Charlie is fast, as we had put the bike in his shed, and had just finished pouring him a beer, when he came in, with his hair still wet. "Gimme that beer, I'm really dry. I need a smooch from my redhead first though, where's she at?"
I pointed out to the bike and was shocked to see Shawna lounging on the new chopper, completely nude. Charlie sat his beer down and walked out to where Shawna had parked the bike in the middle of the grassy area. "What the fuck are you doing without any clothes on? This is a family park."
Shawna smiled and said, "Well, I thought I'd give you more than just some dumb old bike for a present. Besides, the way I am, encourages us to make this a family park, or at least in a family way."
Charlie's mouth was open as he looked at the bike. He choked out, "This is mine?"
"You betcha, Stump, we're both all yours. Now which one do you want to ride first?"
With a roar, Charlie said, "I'll show you what I ride first." He picked up Shawna, threw her over his shoulder and headed across the street to his place. He was whacking Shawna on the butt all the way home, while she was grinning."
CJ and Sean came running out of the house and CJ asked, "Is daddy mad, or are they playing again?"
I picked both of them up and said, "They're playing, CJ, you're dad is hardly ever mad."
We went back into the patio to enjoy our beer while Charlie showed Shawna his appreciation for the new toy. Mercy sat on my lap and asked, "If I get you one of those, will you haul me like that?"
I kissed her and said, "I'll haul you off like that anyway. I love to haul you off." She gave me another kiss and a hug, then picked up Trixie, one of the triplets that had come up to us. She asked, "What's up, Honey, where's Dixie and Tom?" Trixie had that mad little girl look, and said, "They said that we always have to dress alike because we're triplets. Dixie and I look alike, but Tommy doesn't look like us. He's different. He sort of looks like us but he can't wear a dress. I think he should dress like the other boys and we should dress like girls, or sort of, anyway."
Sue just so happened to have Danny and Manny on her lap and they were wearing matching shirts and shorts. Trixie pointed at the boys and said, "He should dress like they do and let them be triples. They look alike anyway. You can hardly tell them apart."
It was true, if the three were together, you often mistook Tom as one of the other and vice versa. Mercy asked, "So you want to give away your brother, huh?"
"No, I'm not giving him away; I just want him to be triplets with Danny and Manny. They're boys, so they should be together. Dixie and I are girls, so we should be together."
Sue said, "Well, Liz is a girl? Should she be with you?"
Trixie said, "No, no, Liz is a big girl. She wasn't born with us. All of us were born together and we should really be a what, a fivelet? What do they call five babies together?"
Now it was getting really funny. Mercy said, "They call them quintuplets."
Trixie screwed up her mouth and tried to sound out the word, "Quin, ah, quint, ah quintooples?"
"Close," Mercy smiled, "it's quintuplets."
Trixie finally said it right, "We're quintuplets not triples, oh yeah, that's triplets and not twins. If we were all born at the same time, why wouldn't we be quintuplets?"
Mercy looked at me and smiled, "Your turn."
I said, "I don't want to confuse this but you see, your mother had you, your sister, and your brother in her tummy, and momma Sue had the twins in her tummy. So even though you were born near the same time, you three were triples." I laughed. "Now you have me saying it. You three are triplets and the Danny and Manny are twins. I guess if you want to be quintuplets, you can be, but either way, that's the deal."
Trixie got down and said, "That's confusing. I'll go confuse those two."
It's fun to have your little ones sit with you for a minute and totally destabilize everything around you. When you have a bunch like we do, it can really get crazy. Bonita came up to Mercy and me and said, "I've had fun today. I've gone to get special motocross clothes, learned about motocross safety, had a great piano lesson, and will have an even better lesson in a few minutes. Can we play some music for everyone?"
"Don't ask me, Honey, ask Chuck. He's the one who plays music." I looked around and didn't see him anywhere. Lisa was missing too. Who knows?
Charlie, and a now dressed Shawna, came from across the street. I could tell Charlie was freshly showered again, as he had wet hair. Shawna was grinning as they went to the new bike and were looking it over. Charlie exclaimed, "Damn, you really did it this time. This is gorgeous, Honey, a real showstopper."
They came in, each poured a beer, and chugged them. Charlie said, "Is it time to ride? I'm ready."
Juanita said she didn't want to ride tonight, so it was just Sue in the sidecar, with Kathy riding the bitch seat. Mercy liked to ride behind Sandy or Mandy and play with their nipples. Chuck didn't have any extra women, so we were in business. Hap and Charlie led us off, with Hank and Jim in the second row. Mickey and Robert were in the third row, with Sandy and Mandy fourth. That left Bear and me riding drag, as usual. Kathy, Sue, and Crystal always ended up having a conversation whenever we rode, unless we were burning. Speed has a tendency to shut down conversations. Going out to the show tonight, we burned. It was fun though, as there wasn't too much traffic. We ended up at the fairgrounds where the Strawberry festival always is and found literally thousands of bikes.
As we rode in and paid our fees, the guys at the gate asked if Robert's and Charlie's bikes were going to be in the show. Robert asked, "Isn't the judging already started or over?"
"Naw, they're running way behind. If you want to show them, ride over to that tent and register. Your entry ticket qualifies you to register to show the bike without a fee."
Charlie and Robert rode over to the tent, while we parked our bikes among the mass of metal parked together in row after long row. Our group would be easy to find as there were not many sidecars, and only mine that was a beautiful carmine and black.
I always feel like a king when I have my ladies around me as we walk through a crowd. It's funny though, since when Sandy and Mandy are with us, they walk me as well. The same goes with Mickey and Samantha, so tonight, I was the guy with seven babes. The way our group was though, it soon was us guys in the middle, with all of our women walking around us. We were the kings. Other guys would notice and some even loudly said, "You guys need to learn to share, how many do you need?" It gave us all a laugh.
We ate some great barbecue, had a lot more beer, watched some of the bike games, and then wandered over to the bike auction. This wasn't as big as the one they have every year at Daytona, but it was still pretty big. The whole Vet thing is usually a follow up to Daytona. None of the bikes really interested any of us, so we just walked through them without being impressed.
Over at the show area, we walked slowly through all of the custom bikes. When we were finished looking at them, we gathered together and agreed with Jim's appraisal. "None of em look even close to Robert's and Charlie's. The tough part would be to choose which one is better."
Shawna and Roberta walked over to their respective bikes and looked at them. They both were probably thinking the same thing. Shawna came back and said, "When they come to inspect the bikes, I should undress like I did at home. That would get them to give us the trophy."
Roberta said, "You may have some pretty red pussy hair, but I'm a blonde and don't have any. I'll bet they would drool over our bike."
Charlie said, "Let the chips fall where they may. Hey, Robert, if you win, you buy me a beer. If I win, I'll buy you one, deal?"
Robert grinned, "Deal."
About an hour later, an announcer began announcing the winners of the different categories. There was a lot of cheering with each winner, whether they were third, second, or first place. They finally got around to the winner of the custom division. The third place bike was a black bike with tiny stars all over it. Nice, but ... Then the guy said, "Now here is where we had trouble. We have two of the nicest bikes that we've ever had show up here. The best part is both of these bikes were ridden in from Tampa, so you know they're real bikes. Both customs say they are affiliated with S&S in Tampa, but both have different "built by" names. There are five judges and we almost came to blows over which bike is the best of the customs and in this case, the overall winner, the best of show."
The guy on the stand said, "Would Charlie and Robert push their bikes up here to show off a little. Those bikes need to be up here when I do this."
Charlie and Robert pushed their bikes up the ramp to the announcer. He began again, "You two stay here, okay?"
Charlie said, "Let us get the builders up here. Shawna, Roberta, get up here."
When the girls were up standing next to their respective man, the announcer began again, "Here's what we did, Second place for customs pays four hundred, first place pays five hundred. Best of show pays another five hundred. We are combining all that money and splitting it between both of these bikes. You both win first place and best of show. You two split fourteen hundred, or seven hundred apiece."
There was a lot of clapping and hollering. He continued, "We have one more problem, we only have one trophy. This is what we're going to do. The club is going to trade in the one second place trophy and the best of show trophy for another great big trophy like the huge first place trophy. Then we're going to engrave them both to be first place in the custom division and best of show. Is that okay? Will that work?"
Our four friends on the stand were nodding with smiles. All the people around them were clapping and hollering. The announcer handed out the cash to the two couples, and the bikes were pushed back down the ramp and parked so people could look at them.
Charlie said, "Well, Robert, I guess you gotta buy me a beer and I gotta buy you one. Let's get started." The four began high fiving each other. Several people were coming up to look at the bikes. A couple of guys asked how much they would take for the bikes and Shawna instantly said of her creation, "Nothing less than fifty grand. It's a steal at that."
No one really argued. One guy did write down the shop's telephone number and said he would call. I asked Charlie if he would sell his gift. He said, "For fifty grand, adios Baby, we can make another." Robert and Roberta agreed with that sentiment.
It was getting late, so we rounded up our people and bikes and began the ride home. We rode sedately toward home, totally opposite from the exuberant rally ride getting to the show.
When we were all home, and all our machinery put away, we gathered on the patio before taking the kids and putting them to bed in their own beds. We were all sitting with frosty mugs, some with Cuba Libres, a couple of Mojitos, but mostly beer. Charlie said, "I'd usually say, let's hit the tub, but tonight, I only have eyes for my redhead. When she wears me out and is looking for some more fun, don't lock your doors, the crazy lady may be around."
That seemed to be the general attitude. We all just wanted to be among our own. When everyone left except Chuck and Lisa, as Chuck had put his bike in our shed, Chuck said, "We've had a good day and should probably just crash tonight too. I've had enough booze and shouldn't be riding any more. The girls said, "Come inside, we'll find you some space."
I put the mugs and glasses into the dishwasher, straightened up, and shut off the lights. After locking up, I walked back to the bedroom where I was greeted by my ladies, plus an extra lady, and an extra guy. Chuck was lying with Lisa next to him. Next to him was Mercy, and next to Lisa was Kathy. Sue and Juanita were sitting back at the head of the bed, looking up to me. Their rich brown skin, with black flashing eyes, told me to come. I shed my clothes and joined all of them.
Once again, Chuck and I were going to share the women, only this time he brought an extra to share. It took a long time to work our way through all of the combinations. The girls had it over us guys, as they could make each other come and come, while we had to ration out our reserves. Chuck is younger than I am, so he would seemingly be able to go longer. We both lasted through our fourth orgasm. I know I was done, and I think he was moaning. We had each had all five of the lovely ladies. I think we had each sampled each other's leavings as we made our way through our harem.
As we were laying there exhausted, Sue said, "Can you imagine what it will be like when Chuck brings all of his women to bed with us at the same time."
Kathy said, "That's gonna be fun."
Mercy whispered, "I'll never be the same."
Juanita was obviously smiling, as she said, "I need some more Chicas for toys."
Lisa softly said, "Talk about heaven."
Chuck and I both groaned, but smiled as we drifted off to sleep.
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