Day Sixty-eight - Friday
Waking up with a firm bubble butt lying against a morning woody can give you some very erotic thoughts. Having bare tits and a tickling bush on your back and butt doesn't decrease the woody at all. The bubble butt in front of me was Mandy's, whose backside does deserve some notice. Some time during the night or this morning she had lifted her leg and trapped my morning wood between her full thighs.
I thought that I better not start something I didn't want to finish.
Knowing the two girls are sound sleepers, I pushed down the covers then slid from between them. As soon as I slid out they pushed together to get that warm flesh contact back. Looking at them definitely brought a smile to my face.
I started coffee noticing it was only five fifteen. No matter, lying in bed with some bare babes would eventually have me changing my mind about ravaging their bodies.
After showering and quickly dressing, I woke my two sleeping beauties with some kisses. They both wanted me to come back to bed to snuggle, but I convinced them that it time to get going.
I was on the patio enjoying my first cup of coffee when Glenda came. "Well Steve, I guess it's like old times, you and me, guy."
"Yep, it is. Except that now I have a wife who sends ladies to my house to warm my bed over my objections."
Sandy came out of the house and gave Glenda a little hug saying, "He wouldn't do anything with us anyway. Sue told us to keep him warm for her. She didn't tell us to play with him, but she did tell us to cuddle him, and we did. He even sneaked out of bed this morning before we could tease him a little."
"You girls shouldn't do that to a guy whose wife plays with him in the shower every morning, but is out of town. He's used to his morning fun, like my Martin is."
Mandy who had joined us said, "Well, his virtue is intact. He fell asleep on us quick last night. Sandy and I must be losing our appeal."
Folks began arriving to enjoy the beginning of the day together. It is a great way to start a new day. After eating and drinking a lot of coffee, we cleaned up and went to work.
I had just sat down to look at my calendar when the phone rang. Sue said, "I love you. Hope you slept well. Did the girls put you to sleep?"
"I made them go to sleep. They agreed that it wouldn't be nice for me to be fooling around with my employees' girl friends, regardless of my wife's permission. They were both good girls."
"Well, I wasn't. Hanna and I were laying here listening to Joan and Betty doing nasty things to each other and we couldn't help doing some serious playing around. If you had been here, you could have had all four of us. Funny how we got so crazy. I think we all feel very satisfied this morning. At least I do. They're all trying to shush me and not tell you about our fun. But you don't have a big mouth about stuff so I'm safe."
"Debbie said you turned down going to the hot tub with her, Hank, Deanne, Tiny, and Ruth, is that true?"
"Of course it's true, I don't do stuff like that if we're not together. We're a team, partners, or at least husband and wife. You're all I need."
"That's so sweet, you are so good. You're the one that turned me into a sexual being and now you're the one that is being so good. You're a keeper all right."
Sue took a deep breath, "Today, we have a meeting with the manufacturer and a meeting with another company that's interested in our line. Then this afternoon at five is the first general showing. We are somewhere in the middle. After the showing, we will have a booth where prospective buyers can come by to look at our stuff some more. We're having dinner with the manufacturer again this evening and by that time, we'll all be dead. You know, I think I can already feel this kid using up some of my energy. I'm just going to eat well and try to keep the energy up."
"Okay, mom, take care of yourself and our critter in your tummy. You're responsible for our future, you know."
"You know I will, honey. I will take care of our baby very well, very carefully. Well, I need to get ready as we have our first meeting in about an hour. Love you. I'll call later today, before and after the showing."
When I got off the phone, Deanne and Debbie were both looking at me. Deanne said, "You tell your woman that we wanted you to come to the hot tub? You tell her that?"
"Sure Deanne, Sue's my wife, I tell her everything."
"If you had come with us, would you tell her then?" "Of course, I would. I don't sneak around. I'm sure Debbie has said some things and if you were with Ruth and Tiny, I know you were not playing twenty questions in the hot tub."
"That's what Ruth and Debbie both told me, but I've never met a man who acts like you. You look at me like you would like to do more than look, then when you get the chance, you turn it down. Just wondered is all."
"Well, that's the way I am. And, young lady, the work place is not the place for us to talk about this sort of stuff. There's work and there is play. This is work."
"Yes Sir, Boss," Deanne said with a big grin before turning, wiggling her butt and walking back toward her cubicle.
"Sorry, Steve," Debbie started. "She wouldn't let it go after you passed on going with us. She told me you made her hot and she wanted to play with you. When I told her that you and Sue had played with Hank and I she wanted to head right down to the tub. She had fun with Hank and Tiny, but she really wanted you to come with us. Like I said, it's my fault for letting the cat out of the bag. Sorry about that."
"Perhaps when Sue gets back. We'll see. I just don't feel right about fooling around when she isn't with me. That's just the way I am."
"Don't let Deanne hear that you have our two almost lezzie babes keeping you warm at night. She will want to keep you warm too."
"There are no secrets in our neighborhood, are there? I think I'll go see how the new building is coming along," I said, wanting to change the subject.
It looked like the finishing touches were being put on everywhere. The air conditioning people had the place cooled down while the plumbers were finishing up the air pipe. The electricians were hanging the last of the suspended outlets. The phone guy was hanging the last of the phones in the shop area, and there were two security guys mounting cameras.
The homemade giant paint booth was complete and Shawna was painting signs on the walls and over the doorways. The 'Is it perfect' signs over the doors may be a little too much, but I didn't care if it reminded our folks that we will always try the hardest to be the best.
The large warehouse storage area was well lit today. It seemed that the big halogen lights had been mis-wired and were not receiving an appropriate AC supply. The electricians found the problem and wired some more circuits. It really did make a difference. The contractor was testing the doors and the sequence that they opened. He had installed individual controls to open each door individually instead of opening all of them at one time. Now you could walk up to the door you wanted to open and push the big button and just that door would open. There was a master switch at each location as well that would open all of the doors except the partitioned off area for the big lift shop.
There were two flat bed trailers in the yard with two gigantic lifts on each of them. I told the contractor that we needed a dock that we could back the trailers up to in order to unload the lifts. He said he would get right on it. It would need to be near the outside fence so that it would not be in the way of traffic but still easy for the drivers to back the trailer up to it.
The contractor drew up a quick plan that showed a twenty-foot wide dock with a thirty-foot long area before slanting down to drive the lifts on and off the trucks.
Then he drew what looked like a depression where the trailer went down hill to rest against a concrete surface level abutment. This would be considerably cheaper and maybe easier for drivers. Since the backside of the lot was right next to a huge drainage creek, it would be easy to keep the dock depression from filling with water.
When he asked which one I wanted, I said both. I wanted the depression type dock next to the back fence and the large concrete dock next to the fence bordering the original shop so we could load product from there easily as well. We could pull through the wide gate at the path, turn left right onto the ramp going up to the dock. And we could get at both sides if we were using a forklift to put generators or whatever on a truck.
I walked back through the rebuild shop but didn't see Abe or Jed. Abe's assistant said they were interviewing technicians for the new shop. She could go get them if I needed them. I assured her she didn't need to do that. Tom told me the frame guys were catching up. I told him to detail four of his men to help Al and Drew. It was at this point that I thought we needed to be manufacturing at least one more style of commercial body, one that we would sell to regular top dealers. We could also sell our original body to dealers too, but I liked the idea that we sold the whole thing as a package.
The motor shop was rowdy this morning. Sandy and Mandy were razzing Curt and Carl for getting turned on over some girl they were talking about. The militant lesbians and the hard core gay guys were being equally abusive. How would two gay guys be getting off on some girl?
Charlie just continued working on his project without even looking up. You could tell he was laughing continuously, though.
I went upstairs and through the lunchroom to see how Phil's group was doing. He was happy, as he had several purchase orders from the military that had just come through. We were on a list of approved providers so the orders were rolling in from the military, the forest service, the border patrol, or customs, as they are known. Judy said she was having the girls call back every faxed order to ask the customer if there was anything else that we could ship them when shipping their order. So far, most of the folks added onto the order.
The place was running smooth.
Debbie wanted to know how to handle people that called in that needed an on site welder for a small job. I told her that was how I got started and what I really did in the beginning. That was also what our truck was for.
I suggested that Tim and Bob could handle most any kind of small job. I went out and got the two of them. I asked them if they would want to go off site in the big truck to do jobs. I told them that I thought Debbie had one right now, so I could get right back to them.
Debbie actually had two calls. One was from the Hillsborough County Public schools. A steel door jamb had cracked and was in danger of falling off the wall.
The other job was for a customer in a large metal building that wanted to weld a beam between two uprights to handle lifts and pulleys for moving large items.
Both jobs didn't sound that big a deal so Debbie wrote up work orders and called the customer back with what I thought was an exorbitant hourly rate for two guys and the truck. The school said they already knew our rate, as we had already had worked for the county.
The other customer didn't think we needed a high lift and said he could provide a lift with a cage for our man and a lift to hold the beam in place. Debbie relayed this to me and asked if I wanted to use Tim and Bob for both jobs. I told her yes but to have them go to the school first, as that should be a quick job.
I was thinking of ways to increase orders within the frame department. There were probably thirty to fifty different types of race cars that were built from the ground up to compete in various classes. We needed to find out and get prints of all the different types of frames then find a vehicle to advertise our ability to provide frames and, potentially, sheet metal.
One of the increasingly more evident facts with race cars of different varieties, was that fiberglass was becoming as common as sheet metal. I was going to poll my guys to see who knew anything about fiberglass then work from there to get into that market.
Where would we put a fiberglass molding shop? I wondered how big it would need to be. More questions came to my mind, but Debbie brought me back to earth.
"The guys at the truck races are on the phone."
I picked up the line they were on and noted that there were a lot of calls in progress. I wondered if we had enough lines, I'd ask Tiny.
"Hey what's happening, are you having a good race day?"
"We sure are, Steve. Tonight's the race but we have just about sold out of sheet metal, and darn near all of our suspension and brake parts. These guys really tear up their trucks. A lot of the body parts are fiberglass and we have been continuously asked if we have any of those parts. Could you look into getting us some panels? Oh yes, we have sold two motors. The NASCAR guys came by and put their stickers on the motors for us so the teams would know they were legal. We have two cases of T-shirts left, but no caps. I can't believe we have gone through twenty-two cases of T-shirts and twelve cases of caps. Some good news is that we have orders for seventeen frames and six orders for full sets of sheet metal."
"That's great. We will work on the fiberglass panels for you. I was just thinking that we needed to begin molding some of those panels for our customers. Write up a list of all the items you guys have been asked for and how many times. If we keep lists like that we can anticipate what you need on the truck."
"Steve, we have a long list now, complete with fence posts for the how many times they have been requested. Some items with only one request, we should probably forget, but some with fifteen or twenty requests we should consider."
"So what do you think. Do you like selling to your former colleagues instead of being on a team?"
"This is better than being on a team. We get the inside scoop from every team and they all consider us as a part of the party. Don't even think of not continuing with this program."
"Well, have a good time. Come in Monday so we can discuss your first outing. I want to get you ready for next week, plus I want you and the other team to get together and come up with some ideas on how to do more."
"Good deal, we should be back Saturday and then see you Monday."
The trucks were probably going to make money. I had figured they would be advertising for us instead of a money making project. One engine would make the trip profitable. And let's see a case of T-shirts was one hundred forty-four. And they have sold twenty-two cases or about thirty-one hundred and sixty-eight at ten dollars a piece. We're grossing three bucks plus per shirt, so that's right at ninety-five hundred dollars gross profit on T-shirts that I'm accused of giving away for ten bucks. Again, it's good advertising for everyone to be running around in an S&S T-shirt. Now we need some different styles with some of Hanks crazy cartoons. If we did that for both types of races, we would have a different T-shirt for every race with a new cartoon each week. And for only ten bucks a piece, we would be making money while advertising.
Debbie woke me out of my daydream with a call from Gene.
"Steve, I heard you have a sales trailer at the truck races," Gene asked.
"Yep, thought I would try one there to see how it went."
"One of my drivers who drives on the Busch circuit, as well as the Winston cup, said that you don't have a truck at the Busch races. He could have used you this past week as he wrecked during practice and they had to scrounge to put the car back together. He said several other crew chiefs told him to tell me, as they know you and I are friends."
"I kind of knew this would happen when the two races are at two different tracks. But what's going to happen when all three venues are at the same track? Three trucks would be pretty obnoxious."
"They are in three separate garage areas. Trust me when I tell you the track folks will set you up with a good location for your trucks as you're paying a license fee to be a vendor there. Hell, NASCAR is even recognizing your raceday contributions."
"Well, Gene, do you know any more ex-crew chiefs and/or team members that are looking for work? I lucked into the truck guys and you gave me a handle on the Winston cup guys. Do you think you could help me get lucky again?"
"I might. Depends on how picky you are. A former crew chief of mine, as well as the Lakeland team owner, could use a gig like your trucks. He even comes with the helper who was both a former driver and crew member."
"Why do I get the impression that there may be a flaw here?"
"Not really a flaw Steve, but these two live together and it is rumored that they are, a, um, a, partners. You know, they might be guys who like guys."
"They're not flamers, are they?"
"No," Gene replied, "they are very circumspect about whatever it is they do behind closed doors."
"How do they get along with all the good ole' boys out at the tracks?"
"That's they funny part. All those redneck drivers and team members couldn't care less. They drink a beer together and talk to them like they are buddies. Both are fill-in crew members when one is needed."
"You want to tell them to come in, or do you want to give me their numbers and I'll call them."
"I'll call them, go build another truck. Remember the Busch races are Saturday so you have to be at the track no later than Thursday morning to get the business. You know you're going to have to have some decals made up and give everyone a Coke or a beer to get your sponsor decal on all the cars. My chief was just asking if you had a decal. Let me give these two guys a call. They will call you soon, I'm sure."
I told Debbie to order equipment for another sales trailer, before going upstairs to see Tiny.
Tiny always smiles real big when I come into his office and sit at his desk. "What is your new idea this time Steve, something new?"
"I'll tell you about the new thing later. Right now I need you to order another tractor and trailer combination. This should be the last one. This one's is for the Busch race series. We've been asked to be there. Did you know that the truck guys have already sold twenty-two cases of T-shirts? That's over ninety-five hundred dollars gross, just on T-shirts. I think we're paying for the trailers with T-shirts that advertise for us.
"How fast can you get T-shirts printed up? We'll need more of our basic shirt, but I was thinking of having some race specific shirts with cartoon characters. We might be able to sell twenty-four gross of those every race. We could get a couple of bucks more for them as they would probably cost more to make."
Tiny said, "I'll get your truck over here today. You line up the carpenter and the flooring guy. Get me a cartoon and I'll get you your T-shirts. Now tell me what your new idea is."
"I have to find out more about it first, Tiny. Anything I said now would be premature. Let me work it out then I'll talk to you about it, as it will probably be expensive to start. We'll have to look at it to find out."
I went down to ask Debbie if she could research who was manufacturing fiberglass panels for the racing industry.
Next was Hank. He was the creator of the cool cartoons. I found Hank and Shawna together working out a paint theme for the bike Charlie was working on. They asked me what I thought and then said before I could answer, this is what we'll do.
"Since you're both here I have a couple of projects that I need help with. One: we are getting another truck for the Busch races that will need to be painted and decorated fairly fast. It needs to be at the track next Wednesday. Two: I need some of either of your funny drawings or cartoons to put on T-shirts. What I was thinking of was to have a series of shirts for each race event with a different cartoon or picture for each. That would mean three different cartoons a week. We can use the one's you have already created on the trucks, but would need to have one more specific for the Busch series."
The two of them were kind of blank, almost staring at me. I hope this wasn't too much.
They seemed to snap out of it. Shawna opened a file drawer and pulled a bulging file out of it. When she opened it, she spread out sheets of paper that had cartoons drawn on them. There were cartoons for all kinds of motor sports, including some Busch series cartoons.
"Hank and I have been doing these since we did the first truck. When he did the second truck by himself, we got into a contest to see who could do the funniest cartoons. That's why he did Charlie's bike that way."
"Do me a favor, find one for each race venue, fill in the colors then give it to Tiny so he can have the T-shirts made up. Better give him two of each so he can have next week's started as well. You guys are really good. This is awesome."
Hank asked, "Can the two of us do the Busch truck and trailer. Shawna's cartoons are more specific than mine are. Mine may be more laughable but when they are with hers, it gets really good."
"Sure, have a good time. The people at the tracks love the trailers and tractors. Some guys think we should charge admission just to look at them. It's all advertising. Advertising that's paying off."
I went to the frame area and asked Tom if he thought he could build the new trailer like I had the first two. He went over to his file cabinet and pulled out some drawings with dimensions on them. "When you did the first two, I measured everything you did to see how close you were doing them both free hand. All of your cuts and welds were within less than an inch of being exactly the same. I can go get the supplies right now and follow this plan. I even have a detailed step by step of what you did first, second, and so on. Do you want me to get the carpenter for you to do the cabinets and floor?"
"That is really great, Tom. You really did good to measure all that up and watch to see what I did. You really did anticipate me. That is what makes a good foreman and leader. The truck will be here later today. As soon as it gets here, cut it up quick so we can get started on the paint."
"I'll get right on it, Steve. Thanks for the compliment."
Back in my office, I mentioned to Debbie that I was really hungry. She said that Glenda told her to have me stop home for lunch, as she had something for me. I asked her if she wanted to come but she said that Deanne and her were going to eat with Hank.
I drove home, trying to think how I could find out more about the fiberglass manufacturing business. Glenda had some homemade vegetable soup and a big roast beef sandwich on a hoagie roll. Martin, Glenda, Sue's office assistant and the design girl that stayed behind, joined me and we ate together. When I was done, Glenda told me to go to the gym as Sue had told her that I needed to be reminded. I protested, as I should have gone to the gym before eating.
I went to the gym anyway and worked out for an hour. When I came home, Glenda was waiting for me in her swimsuit and told me that I needed some sun. I changed and we went to the pool to toast a little on both sides. Glenda and I oiled each other up, then chatted while we cooked in the hot Florida sun. After about fifteen minutes on each side, I swam some laps then we went back to the house where I took a quick shower and redressed to go back to work.
When I came around the corner near the shop, I could see the new truck, along with two more trailers with huge lifts on them. I hope Jed and Abe were going to be able to work with these giants.
As soon as I hit the door, Debbie came out of the office and said our fax was going crazy. She said it had been spitting out continuous orders since I left. Frames, panels, motors, bodies, rebuilt generators, everything we built. She told me that I had made the comment that we were catching up earlier. We weren't caught up any more. She was working on anticipated ship dates so she could call the customers back. I reminded her of the refills for the trailers and the fill up of the new trailer. Next week was going to be busy.
Abe was standing in the door of my office with Jed. They had big grins on their faces. Abe said, "Jed and I spent some more of your money today. We bought four parts washers and four bead blasters along with the biggest compressor we could find with all the toys. Then we made the Snap-On guy's day by ordering all the special tools we would need. Jed has eight men starting Monday morning. They will work in pairs so that is only four teams. We will need at least two more teams and probably four more to keep up with the demand.
"You see the eight machines out there now, well come Monday we should have at least ten more. These things won't be a fast turnaround. It'll take every bit of a week to rebuild them. The hydraulics is much more complex in these and will have to be pressure tested extensively. This is going to be fun."
Jed was grinning as he asked, "So what's next on your plan to expand. Have anything in mind?"
"I do, but I'm still trying to learn a little more about it first," I said, thinking that everyone constantly felt like I started something new everyday or so.
Abe surprised me with, "What're you gonna try next? Fiberglass?"
"How did you know I was thinking about that?"
"Hell, you're doing everything else with those race cars, why not make the fiberglass panels for them too?"
"I don't know anything about fiberglass production. I know how you make a mold and stuff like that, but I really don't know how to make something of quality."
"Got just the guy for you. He was with me at Onan. His crew made all of the fiberglass covers for the light generators and the smaller compressors. He did some big panels for the big displays they had for shows and stuff. Right now he's making panels for tractors as replacement parts. He would probably go ape shit to work here with you. He's a good man, too. As much of a perfectionist as you are, that's what got him canned. He was too slow making something that was very difficult. When he left, they ended up having to farm the work out, and it took a hell of lot longer than Jeff would have taken."
"Give him a call, Abe, and have him come by. He can teach me a little about what it would take to make some fiberglass panels. You know if we do this he's going to need a lot of people to keep up with the demand. We don't do anything half-assed around here, we do it big time and do it right."
"Jeff will fit right in, Steve. He will beg to have a job with an attitude like you have."
My next step was blueprints of fiberglass parts.
I drove over to Gene's quickly and began the conversation with the Busch series truck. He was happy to hear the truck would be at next week's race. Then I told him about wanting to supply fiberglass panels for NASCAR. He looked at me a little weird. "Are you going to be a reseller? That's a tough product to manufacture."
"No sir, Gene, my plan is to try to put together a shop that can generate enough product to supply my sales trailers and my customers. I think I can do it, now I have to try. First thing I need though is a set of prints for all of the NASCAR vehicle fiberglass parts. Do you think you could help me get them?"
"Hell, Steve, I've got several copies of each car and truck, plus some copies for some other cars out there that are being raced. I should have known you would get into the fiberglass stuff too. It's a tough business, Steve, but then the frame and sheet metal business was tough too. And then you do motors too, and that's the most demanding."
Gene shook his head smiling then said, "Let me get you a dozen or so prints, then bring me some of your first production. Don't paint them, let me see them and see how strong you make them. Since there really isn't a standard, you decide how good they will be for what you can get for them.
Back at the shop, Abe was sitting in my office with a small smiling man that was a little younger than Abe.
They both stood as I walked in then Abe introduced me to Jeff Fisher. Jeff wasn't bashful either as he instantly said, "I looked at the work your people are doing. I see your signs all over and I really like the signs over the doors. I want to work for you. I make perfect fiberglass panels. What do you want to make?"
Abe was behind Jeff and nodded to me, grinning then left to go back to his shop.
I pulled a Chevy Winston Cup print out from the stack Gene gave me and showed Jeff what was first. He said that the panels would be simple. The expensive part would be to make molds to spec originally then just build the part as it was specified.
There were hundreds of questions in my mind but I said to follow me. On the way to the new building, I asked, "How much space do you need to mold parts. And can fiberglass manufacturing co-exist with other shops?"
"Mr. Sharp, the size of the shop has to do with how many panels you want to manufacture and how big they are. A large space requirement would be for molds that are not in use, space for molds that are curing, and then there is work in progress. Car parts are large so you will need a fairly large area. The size of the space needed also has to do with am I going to be the only person making parts or are you going to be serious about building a lot of parts.
"Can fiberglass shops and other shops co-exist?"
They can but most other crafts are not comfortable with them. We need some good exhaust fans for all the dust we create and we need a lot of light so we see imperfections while we are working rather than after we are done."
I showed him the shop for the big lifts then told him how I had doubled the sized to allow the big lifts on one side and another type of shop on the other. Each side would have a fifty by two hundred and fifty-foot area.
The contractor was watching the concrete people pouring the tall dock area. There were four concrete trucks waiting to unload into the forms. The dock was really going to require a lot of concrete.
He came over to me and asked if there was something he needed to do for me. I introduced him to Jeff and said, "This man is going to head the fiberglass manufacturing for me. The shared area that we set aside will not work for him as his shop needs special ventilation and filtered exhaust due to dust. What he probably needs is something special that only you can build."
I turned to Jeff, "If you want to work for me then you must direct this gentleman to build the shop area you need. Please specify the exact requirements that you would need to manufacture at least thirty complete sets of what is on that print. We will not do only thirty of that one but at least forty-to-fifty complete sets of a variety of cars. Once production is established you can rampa up with additional people until we are producing equal to our orders. Your ability to first manufacture what is immediately saleable, is second to the quality that it must be, in order to command attention from our customers. So far, our quality has brought us all the business we can handle. I want to continue to do it exactly that way. When you have given the instructions necessary to build your new facility, come to see me in my office. If I'm not there, have Debbie page me. Now tell him what you want."
Something was bugging me about the additional paint booth and its location. If Hank was supposed to paint in both buildings it was going to be a strain. If the big booth were in a building where his booths were it would be a traffic problem getting the monster lifts back and forth. Hank was becoming important for more than just his painting ability, he was a good leader as well as a thinker. He was helping Shawna with a variety of problems while she worked with her motor teams.
"Hey, Hank," I said as I entered Shawna's office area, "I need your help again. With the new booth across the way, we are about to give you more work than you can possibly do. Get someone that you can train. Maybe someone from a tech school or someone you can steal from a shop that you like and can work with. I know you don't know a lot of folks in this area yet, but ask around, see if you can quickly get another painter that you can supervise."
As I left, I heard Shawna tell him that was the way I was. If I thought someone was going to be overworked, I tried to head it off before it ever happened. She told him the problem was that when I thought there might be more work than one guy could handle it was usually more work than four guys can handle so he better get to work finding someone.
I went upstairs to see Ruth to tell her that I had hired Jeff Fisher for our fiberglass department. She, of course, asked in a dead pan voice, "What fiberglass department?"
"You know, Ruth, the new fiberglass department in the building next door. The one they are building as we speak. Jeff will probably have to hire six to ten guys, so I just wanted to let you know. Oh yeah, I told Hank to find another painter, as his workload is about to expand violently. Can you handle some new faces?"
"You are so bad. You create jobs for people left and right. You know we are going to go over one hundred people with your new fiberglass department. The big lift group almost did it, and then I heard you were bringing on two new driver salesmen for your race day promotion for the Busch series. And now you are creating an entire new group. Glad I have my new assistant. One of these days Tiny is going to say enough, we have to freeze the hiring. Have you even told Tiny about this yet?"
I didn't answer, but went next door to tell Tiny that I had hired Jeff to build fiberglass parts and he was giving the contractor instructions on how to build his work area. Tiny just nodded, and said to let him know as soon as I had any figures to work with. I did tell him that I was getting pricing from the primary manufacturing source right then, so we could see if we were going to be competitive.
Jeff was coming up the stairs to see Ruth when I was ready to go down. I took him in to see Ruth, then over to meet Tiny, then Phil and Judy. Phil was waving a stack of orders that he had received, saying this put us over our best week so far, and that he still had two salesmen and two field techs that had not reported in yet.
Judy was nice enough to invite Jeff to our Friday evening party and to bring his wife if he was married. She gave him a map that she had several copies of. Judy said she had already ordered food and made sure the beer driver knew to make sure we had enough.
Hearing all this end of day, end of week stuff, I looked at my watch. Damn, it was already four thirty. I told Jeff that I had to check on a couple of things. He was welcome to tag along or he should just meet us at the patio later. He wanted to follow me, so I took off to see how the trailer was doing.
Tom had the panels cut out and the reinforcing all done. He was working on the pipe guards for the doors. The carpenter had already laid the floor and was working on the cabinets. There were two men I didn't recognize watching everything.
I introduced myself to them and asked how I could help them. A tall skinny white-haired guy smiled and said in a southern drawl, "I'm Cotton and this here's Mike. We was sent over by Gene to take a look see at what kind'a job you got for a couple of motor heads like us. Gene done told us he let you in on Mikey and my close relationship and that you didn't seem to care. Wanna tell us a little more about this here deal?"
I gave them the story of the first two trucks and their success plus the teams' requests to have a trailer for the Busch series too. That's where they came in. They both knew the other four guys doing this and Mike said, "I've been working in a hardware store for a while and Cotton has been working in an auto parts store. We know how to treat customers but this is like we're a part of all the teams, a real part of a race day. I want to do this."
"Go back through the shop and see Debbie again. Have her take you up to see Ruth then come in Monday to help load up this beast. Hopefully it will be ready by Tuesday. Since your race day is Saturday, you need to be at the track no later than Thursday morning. Wednesday would be good as there are needs while teams are testing and practicing. Oh yes, ask Ruth for directions to the patio party we have on Friday. Come on out, you'll like the company.
Hank and Shawna came out and said they planned on doing the truck tomorrow. They already had a plan for the trailer and the tractor, so it should go fast.
As we walked back into the shop, folks were putting away their tools and cleaning. Jeff stopped and watched then said, "This is the way a shop should be run. Start every week fresh, clean bench, clean floor."
"Jeff, we do this every day. Every evening before we close this shop, I like to see my floor shine, the benches neat, hoses coiled, tools put away. Look at the motor shop. Their work in progress is laid out on their mats so they know exactly where they were. They will go to work and not skip a beat. Come over here to the rebuild shop. These guys are messy with what they do. See how they are scrubbing the floor. This place sparkles every night. See that finished product over there. I don't know why it's still inside, but someone said it wasn't perfect yet. I want every facet of this place to be that way. Every tool in its place, every bench clean, and every desk neat. Let's get out of here, so they don't think I'm doing an inspection. They all know I'll look in again over the weekend, so you know the place will be nice.
"This weekend, a crew will come in and dust everything in the entire building. Not scatter the dust around, but wipe it up. Then they will wash and wax every floor in the building. Monday, the joint will be the best place you could possibly want to come to work at."
Jeff said, "A fiberglass shop will be hard to keep clean like this but if we do it every day, we should be able to do it. Will I have signs like you have everywhere? And a logo on the floor too?"
"Absolutely. If you have people working for you, they have to be as good as you. You will make them that way. The signs will be there to help them learn to want to be the best."
Jeff stuck his hand out. As I shook it he said, "Abe's been telling me about this place for a couple of months. I didn't believe anyone, anywhere, would ever come to my standards. I'm proud to come to work for you Steve, very proud."
"Go get your wife or girl friend or whomever and come out to our patio party. We will enjoy having you. You're already signed up so you are an employee."
I saw the flow of folks pass by the time clock on their way out the door. Debbie asked if she could catch a ride with me as Hank and Shawna were going to stay a little to get ready for tomorrow.
As soon as I pulled into my parking spot, I could see that Ruth was right about how many people we had. The place was packed. Tiny and Ruth had planned ahead and had park folks helping with the parking. They even had a huge open tent with a bunch of tables and chairs set up for the extra people. My patio could no longer handle the crowd.
They had a bar set up outside as well as a bartender inside. The beer driver had loaned us some more equipment, so there was a keg outside at that bar too. The inside table had food of all kinds from one end to another. The guy that catered the wedding was directing his people to make sure there was plenty to eat. Tiny sure knew how to plan, they even had four porta-potties to take the load off the inside bathrooms.
I got a Dewars and water at the bar joining Phil, Judy, Ruth, and Tiny. Phil said the company had the biggest sales week that we had ever had. He looked at Tiny and asked, "Have you been able to put all the numbers together from all of our venues yet?"
"Not completely. Steve keeps coming with another department that needs more build out. It looks like you're right about the big week though. The field sales reps turned in more sales than they ever have before and Abe's field technicians and customer service guys had a giant week. The double commission thing may be driving it, but I don't think so. People are buying from us because we are calling them, and calling on them. The industry we are in has not had aggressive marketing before, is the way I see it."
"Gee thanks, Tiny, the only reason I was not as aggressive when I worked at Onan was they had so many restrictions as to how to do business. With Steve, all he does is come up with more ways to sell and more products to sell. I thought he was crazy to sell trucks with a fancy body. Little did I realize the crazy idea was going to do about ten mil a year. Your truck dealer is going to give, I said give, us a couple of pickups for sales crews. He just wants to make sure we keep buying those big expensive trucks from him."
The two new guys that were going to be the Busch series salesmen came over, said hi, and thanked me for inviting them. They walked over to join the other three gay couples. Amazing, the company had three male couples and a female couple. If that were to get out in the racing circuit, it could hurt business with all the redneck stock car folks.
Jed was holding court with the new technicians he had hired. They all listened to him as he was telling them what a great company this was to work for and how fast it was growing.
Abe and Alice were sitting in one glider while Martin and Glenda were in the other enjoying watching all the folks interact.
My cell phone rang so I stepped inside the house to answer it. It was Sue calling. She excitedly told me about the show and how well they did. The orders they had received so far were for more products than they had sold all of last year. The manufacturer was already making arrangements to add factory time with other producers. The girls and her were getting ready to go out to eat but were planning to be in bed early in anticipation of a hard day tomorrow.
She wanted the other girls to be able to talk to their husbands so I got Tom, Al, and Jim to come into the house and then they took turns with their wives. When they were all done, Sue got back on the phone and told me she would call me when they got back from going out with the manufacturer and before they went to bed. We did the I love you thing and she was gone.
Back outside I could see that Sandy and Mandy were being attended to by their new special friends, that were rapidly becoming significant others. It also appeared that some of the single girls from the expanding customer service department were connecting some of the single guys from other departments. I did not see any of the known married folks who were here alone making plays for others. That was nice.
As I watched the group, It was easy to lock in on Shawna and Debbie. When they were together, it was startling as to how much they looked alike. It was also startling to watch them as they even acted like each other. Shawna was a little more aggressive than Debbie was, but I think Debbie was just as dangerous, as she was a little sneakier with her interactions with others.
The funny part of the duo was that they had picked up a towering black girl to make them an unusual trio. I was very amazed how Deanne had integrated with my crew. Deanne was even helping Charlie, getting him food and more beer, while still being attentive to Jim and the girls.
There were no big announcements tonight. I think Phil and Tiny wanted to temper the enthusiasm of all of our rapid building, hiring, and expansion to let everyone adjust to our size. The amount of new people was astounding. Abe said he was having trouble remembering the names of all the new people he was in charge of. He had commented that it was too bad that he was getting older, as this was a job he would have loved to have when he was younger.
By eight-thirty folks, began to come by to tell me that they had enough to eat and drink. Several asked if it were okay to leave their car so they could ride with someone else. Ruth and Glenda had made arrangements with a couple of guys from the park to take people home that didn't have another way to get home. Surprisingly by nine thirty, the place was cleared out leaving only a couple of non-park residents. Phil and Judy were staying with Tiny and Ruth, so they were hitting the juice pretty heavy. Sandy and Mandy had their guys feeling good and were trying to get them to go home. Deanne was staying with Debbie and Hank again.
The caterer cleaned up everything, stashing any partially used bottles in the patio bar. He left a couple of platters of meats and cheeses for sandwiches and a big pile of wings that could be heated up. I was glad to see folks leave. I was actually getting tired of so many people.
I was sitting by myself in a lawn chair with a glass of beer when Shawna came onto the patio in her typical nightwear, the extra long T-shirt. She sat in another lawn chair and did as always, put her feet on the seat with her knees under her chin. This of course displayed her lower area until she pulled her T-shirt over her knees, down to her feet.
"Glad you're still awake, Steve, Charlie had a little too much tonight and went right to sleep. I'm not really sleepy yet and thought I might have another beer before bed."
I got her a glass of beer then came back to sit with her. We had only been chatting for a couple of minutes when Debbie came in wearing her version of the oversized T-shirt. She pulled up another lawn chair next to Shawna and gave about the same reason for being out and about. I got her a glass of beer and sat with them as they just chatted about everyday stuff.
Sandy came in the back door, drew a cup of beer and sat with us saying she had put Drew to sleep and wanted another beer. She said she thought Mandy was up also because she saw her TV on. As soon as she had finished saying that, Mandy came in the back door, drew a cup of beer and joined us saying she needed to visit a little tonight and Bob was out like a light. Sandy and Mandy were both wearing nightshirts that looked like big T-shirts.
We were all startled when the door opened and tall Deanne came in. She had a giant T-shirt on but it was still so short that if she had not had on panties she would have been displaying her fuzzies. Shawna got up and got Deanne a beer telling her to sit where she had been, next to Debbie. Shawna then sat on my lap and curled up in it like a little kid.
Deanne commented, "That's no fair, hogging Steve like that."
"I was here first, even before his wife, so I get his lap. Besides my ole' man's broke right now. I need a big strong guy like this to hold me."
Shawna was so small that she was hardly a lap full when she curled up like that.
We all chatted till the house phone rang. Shawna got up and I went to answer. It was Sue saying all the girls were back in the room safe and sound. I explained about the party from earlier and how everyone had gone home early. I also explained the patio full of girls I had. She thought it was funny that the only ones left were the girls and I.
She said they were all excited about the show tomorrow but were looking forward to coming home. She said she was going to need to catch up on some loving because she had missed me so much.
Sue told me to enjoy my company, but save some for her. She asked me to get Shawna for her so I took the cordless out to Shawna. They talked for a minute, then Shawna handed the phone to Debbie, who handed the phone to Deanne, then to Sandy, who gave it to Mandy, who handed it back to me.
Sue was chuckling when I got back on the phone. "I told them all to put you to bed. To make sure you slept good and to not take no for an answer. So let them put you to bed and I will talk to you in the morning."
She didn't even give me a chance for an 'I love you.' She had hung up.
The five girls were all looking at me expectantly, as if I was going to choose who I wanted to put me to sleep.
I suggested, "How about some time in the hot tub. That will relax all of us and we'll be able to go right to sleep."
They all thought that was a great idea and left to get robes and towels. I went inside to take off my clothes, put on a robe, and get a towel.
We all walked down to the recreation center. As we entered the pool area, we heard some moaning and groaning going on. We peeked around the wall to see Phil thrusting into Ruth, while Judy was doing her cowgirl imitation astride Tiny. Both couples were down to their final thrusts, so we watched while they finished then all four of them slid into the bubbling water.
When we came around the wall and dropped our robes, Phil and Judy looked a little guilty, while Ruth asked, "How long were you guys watching?"
Shawna was the first to answer as usual, "Long enough to know Phil and Judy are not too old to enjoy some sexy fun in the hot tub."
With the addition of six more in the hot tub it was getting pretty intimate. Sandy told the two couples that Sue had sent them to help me relax. Ruth said that she would enjoy helping me relax too and floated across the tub, turned her back to me and found my now firm dick and sat on it.
"Damn, that thing is just too big for me sometimes. Want to try a monster Judy, this one will fill you up to your tits."
Judy smiled, "I don't like big ones. Phil and Tiny's size is perfect for me. When they're too long, they hurt."
"Steve doesn't jam you, he always lets you have just what you want. Here, someone else needs to warm this thing." Ruth pulled off me then went back to sit on Tiny's lap.
All five girls seemed to start to move but Deanne was already sitting on my lap facing me holding onto me. "Debbie said this thing was a monster, and it is a big one. Mind if I try it out a little?"
The long-legged, limber, Deanne had a foot on the bench on each side of me. She raised up and fit me into her. She surprised me by being oily enough to slide half of me into her on the first plunge. "Oh shit, that is so good. You're fat enough to really stretch a girl."
After a few more thrusts, she had me touching the end of her channel. "That's all I can take, you're hitting something in there that feels good but is a little scary to feel so deep."
Shawna and Debbie who were flanking me were joking that the long tall Deanne couldn't take all of me. They told her to let them show her how to take the whole thing.
"As soon as I let this thing get me off, then I'll give it up," Deanne said while sliding up and down on me.
"Steve, pick me up and put me against the seat so you can pound me, that'll get me going fast."
I picked up Deanne, but instead of turning to put her on the seat, I was able to turn her around without pulling out and put her on her knees on the seat. This way I was behind her so I could thrust while playing with her clit at the same time.
This was the first time I had ever played with a black girl. Her pussy felt like any other juicy pussy and that was nice. Deanne must have been really excited as she began coming almost instantly. The combination of the deep penetration along with the clit playing did the trick. For a young chic, she had no stamina as she collapsed, pulling off me to sit sprawled on the seat.
Shawna grabbed me and pulled me to the side of the tub with the platform and had me lay down on it. She then sat on my stomach and held my long dick up to show how it almost came to her tits then sat up and worked me into her Charlie stretched pussy. I slid in and in and in until Shawna jokingly made a gagging noise. She was sitting on my pubic bone with nothing showing. "See that, I can take it all. Tall girl, short pussy, while this little girl has a deep pussy."
Shawna did her thing and was doing crazy stuff with her pussy to get me off. It didn't take her long to come hard and fall off to the side. As soon as she did, Debbie took her place and repeated the show of placing me against her to show how deep I would be in her. Debbie had been fooling around with Hank earlier, so she sank onto me quickly taking me nearly as deep as Shawna. She was equally as quick, as the stimulation of being watched was enough to get her off instantly.
When she rolled off, she looked at Sandy and Mandy and asked if they wanted a turn. They both declined saying they had been pounded senseless by their new boyfriends. Shawna began giving me head but before she could do much more that a couple of licks, Deanne came over and said, "I want more. Let me be on my back, I bet I can take all of him that way."
With Deanne on her back, I began sliding in and out of her slowly. Shawna and Debbie were on either side of her playing with her small breasts and perky nipples. Deanne began coming, and I sped up as I was getting close too.
"I'm getting close, are you safe, or should I pull out?" I asked Deanne.
"I'd love to feel you fill me up, but I don't need any little babies. Don't squirt in me, do it on my tits, just don't do it in me."
After only a couple of more thrusts, I pulled my dick out of her to have it swallowed by Debbie. She held me in her mouth sucking out my pent-up juices. I must have shot a lot because some began leaking out the sides of her mouth.
Judy commented, "Damn, that's so nasty looking. Sit up on the edge, Phil, and let me suck you too."
Ruth was sitting on Tiny, obviously riding him up and down while watching the show.
Debbie, pulled me from her mouth then leaned over Deanne to let come drip from her mouth into Deanne's, who continued to shudder through more orgasms with more stimulation from her own fingers.
I got off the platform and went to sit between Sandy and Mandy putting my arms around them, holding them to me.
"Do you still like us, even though we found new guys?" Sandy asked.
"Of course, I do. You two are my special friends for life. We are a lot more than just fuck buddies." I gave each a good strong tongue kiss that got me going again. I didn't know about them, but I could have easily taken the two of them on right then.
They hugged me back then felt my shaft as it rose to bounce against their arms. "You are such a horn-dog. You just fucked four girls and get sucked off and you're hard as rock already."
Judy raised from sucking on Phil, "No way, show me."
Sandy and Mandy pushed me up so my dick waved over the water.
"You are a horny sucker. You're wife must be something to take care of you."
Shawna who always has something to say, "She's worse than he is. She'll take on every guy here till they can't get it up any more, She is sucking on Steve so he can take care of her one more time."
Ruth advised Judy, "It was only a couple of months ago that Sue was trying to figure out how to get laid. She fixated on Steve till she got her chance and they have been an item since. Steve the stud wasn't much better, he had been working non-stop for several years until he took a vacation and ended up renting a little trailer here."
Judy was still being curious and continued asking questions. "There are so many stories that I've heard about Steve and also Shawna that I don't know what's real. Was Steve and Shawna really in a gun fight here in the park?"
Little Shawna had come over to sit on my lap while the conversation was continuing. She raised up and slid me into her. She did feel good clasping and releasing me as she sat listening to the conversation.
Tiny was the one to tell the story of how the first guy had been abusive to a former girlfriend then his buddies had come for revenge. Ruth filled in that Shawna and I had taken out three guys like it was nothing. Then Tiny said there was another situation where some guys were caught burglarizing Sue's car who decided to start shooting. Shawna and I were just two people that it wasn't a good idea to start a gunfight with.
While the conversation was going on with them Shawna was getting closer and closer to getting us both off. She spun around as I slumped down in the water and worked her cute little butt faster bringing us both to brink. Sandy and Mandy began tweaking Shawna nipples and that did it for her. She hugged me tight squeezing me inside her till I filled her with my second load of the evening.
"Now you're going to have to carry me home. I don't think I can walk."
We all got out of the tub and made out way back to the patio where I made drinks for everyone. Sandy and Mandy went to their respective homes to join their boyfriends in slumber.
Shawna said she was done and left for home leaving me with Debbie and Deanne. I told them it was time for bed and that they should probably go to bed. Debbie said, "Sue told me that I should leave Deanne as a bed warmer, but I'm apprehensive because Deanne could easily forget what was happening and get pregnant."
Deanne looked sheepish but asked, "I promise to be good. I'd love to play more but I'll be good. I would like to snuggle with you. Don't you have any rubbers? We could always use one of those."
"Okay, girls I'm going to bed. If you wish to join me good, if not well it's time to say goodnight."
Debbie gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged Deanne whispering to her. We watched until we heard her door close. Deanne and I went inside then locked up and went to the bedroom. Once under the covers Deanne snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder and her arm and leg over me.
I kissed her on her forehead rubbing her back with my hand. In just a couple of seconds, her breathing became very regular and her body was relaxed against me. She was asleep. This was good, as I was a little wierded out to be with an almost stranger in the bed Sue and I had made our baby.
The thought that this had been a long day passed through my mind as I slipped off to sleep.