True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 2 – Holy Mustachio

Saturday – October 28, 2023

Tanner

I would have been annoyed that Chastity had taken Ash away for a weekend girls’ trip, but I had lots to do. I wandered into my hallway featuring a few pictures from the 80s. I started to remove sheets covering the different framed portraits. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. “Nigel!” I called into my empty apartment.

He didn’t respond. But a minute later he appeared beside me and stared at the picture I’d uncovered.

“I miss the 80s,” said Nigel. “All of them.”

“Well good. It’s time to embrace it again. Well, this one.” I pointed to the picture.

“Huh?” He looked up at me. “Do you want me to add shoulder pads to all your garments? Or should I sew some leg warmers? I’ll definitely acid wash all your jeans...”

“No. None of that please. I have a plan to take down...” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t say I was planning on taking DODO down out loud. Ghazi was always listening. I just needed Nigel to do as I said and believe that I had a reason. “I’m going to need a haircut.”

“Alternate proposal. Ash is off trolloping with Chastain. We should go to the Society and hang out with Frankie. I was thinking we could find a suitable match for her...”

“Nigel, we’re done matchmaking. You keep acting like you weren’t at the genie council hearing. Finding Ash her lesser true love is all the matters.”

“But I don’t want to leave Frankie hanging loveless. It isn’t right, Master. Everyone deserves love.”

“And I’m sure she’ll find it.” Nigel kept acting like we were best friends with Frankie. I barely even knew her.

Nigel sighed.

“We need scissors.”

“We need a binder full of men,” said Nigel.

“No.”

“Yes,” he countered.

Planning things with Nigel always took longer than necessary. But the rest of the weekend flew by when Nigel finally started helping. Although he did disappear for long stretches of “scheduled time off.”

And I loved the adorable texts Ash was sending me. Or really…Chastity was probably sending them. But still.

There was one of Ash in a tiny little bikini on a beach. She looked so freaking hot. She’d written: “How many guys here do you think are gonna try to fuck me when they see me in this bikini?”

There was another of her in a sexy angel outfit on Halloween night. There was a guy next to her in a pirate outfit holding a pumpkin shaped candy bowl in front of his junk. Ash was looking into the bowl and blushing. She’d written: “Dick or treat is my new favorite Halloween tradition. ”

The final text later that night had definitely come from Chastity. It was a picture of Ash’s angel outfit hanging from some sugarcane in the dark. She’d written: “Any idea where your girlfriend went?”

But I knew Ash and Chastity were just messing with me. Ash would probably come back and relay the movie Psycho to me or something and pretend it had actually happened to her. I smiled. It was cute that she wouldn’t actually go through with hooking up with other guys. And it was a good thing I had another plan lined up.

The rest of the week flew by too. The plan was coming together faster than expected. I thought it would take a few weeks to purchase NY United. Instead, it only took a few days.

I hurried home from signing the final documents. I was glad to have the extra time to make sure I got my look for tonight’s press conference just right. And I hoped to get to see Ash before she went out for her girls’ night with Chastity.

It took me a while to find Ash once I got home. She must have been doing laundry, because I heard the washing machine going. The washing machine was tucked into a closet in the bathroom and I wasn’t sure it had ever been used. Nigel certainly never used it. He preferred scrubbing clothes in the river with a washboard. Like a normal boy.

I jiggled the handle of the bathroom.

“One second!” yelled Ash. She opened the door slightly and popped her head out. She was all sweaty and seemed out of breath. And she also seemed super surprised and nervous to see me. She even whimpered a bit.

What the hell was she doing with that laundry? “Are you okay...”

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked, cutting me off.

“I finished work early. Is everything okay in there?”

“What?” She wiped some sweaty hair off her forehead. “Yes. Why wouldn’t it be? Everything is fine. I’m not doing anything weird.”

She was definitely doing something weird. “Really? Because now it seems like you are…”

“I’m just doing laundry!” She slammed the door shut in my face.

What the heck was that about? Had she been pooping and didn’t want me to know? I chuckled to myself. I love how weird she is.

I went down the hall and looked at the pictures I’d uncovered over the weekend. Pictures of my time playing football for Fiorentina in the 80s. I was still annoyed that we didn’t win the trophy. But now I had another chance. And I definitely missed that mustache. It was a great look. I was about to snap my fingers to change my look when Ash walked up in a towel.

“Sorry about that,” she said.

“You okay?” It seemed like she’d been taking a massive shit. It had taken her forever to come back out.

“I’m great. The shower is finally fixed.” She pointed to her wet hair.

“Oh yeah? How’d you manage that? I thought all the plumbers you texted were busy for the next few weeks. ”

“They were. But then I texted you that saucy picture and you had a plumber arrive in less than an hour.”

“What picture?”

“You know which picture.”

“I really don’t. Are you sure you sent it to me?”

Destiny’s voice filled the apartment: “I intercepted the picture and sent it to the plumber. Here is what we sent him.”

Ash looked super nervous again. “Ah! Destiny! No! Wait. How did you even hack my phone like that?”

Destiny ignored her.

My phone beeped with a text from Destiny. I pulled out my phone and stared at the picture. Ash was full nude taking a selfie in the bathroom mirror with the shower in the background. Her tits looked amazing. And the accompanying text read: “Can you please come fix my shower?”

I looked up at Ash. “So the plumber got this picture?”

“I guess so! Because Destiny hijacked my phone! But I was trying to send it to you! Anyway, uh…we should probably go check your lamp...”

“Why?” I asked.

“No reason.” Ash pressed her lips together. She looked so guilty.

“Baby, did you fuck the plumber?”

“Will you be mad if I say yes? Wait! You aren’t allowed to be. Because he’s not your friend. And I showed you a picture!”

“How about you tell me the whole story?” I couldn’t wait to hear what she came up with this time. I wondered what fairytale or movie she’d base this story on.

“Nope. I can’t look you in the eye while I tell you about it.”

“Okay. I’ll go into my masturbatorium. You can tell me through the door.” Maybe the story she retold would be a sexy one. With no one crying in the corner.

“You want to masturbate to the story?”

Why did she not believe me when I told her I liked to watch? “Come with me.” She followed me to my masturbatorium. “Stay out here.” I walked inside. “Now tell me the story,” I called over my shoulder as I unbuttoned and unzipped my dress pants.

“So…you saw the picture Destiny sent. But I just sent a normal text. No one responded, but not long after that, I got a call from the front desk saying a plumber was here. I was doing laundry naked. As one does. So I put a towel on and told him them to send him up.”

This seemed like it was straight from a porno. I started stroking myself. Did Ash watch a lot of porn?

“He was really cute. Tall. Muscular. Rugged. He looked a lot like you, actually.”

Because it was all in her head. Okay, baby, tell me what you did to me. I started stroking myself faster. Picturing Ash wrapped in her towel.

“So I took him to the shower. He fixed it in two seconds. Apparently there was a button you can press to turn the shower on…” She sighed. “Nigel was right. It wasn’t broken.”

“I told you the shower wasn’t broken, Mistress,” said Nigel .

“Ah! Nigel is out here!”

“Ignore him,” I said. I needed to finish. I couldn’t risk getting hard during the middle of my press conference. I’d just bought the team and that would make an awkward first impression. “Keep telling me the story.”

“What?”

“Just...ignore Nigel. Pretend he’s part of the wall.”

“Yes, you heard Master. Pretend I’m the wall.”

“Um...okay,” said Ash. She cleared her throat. “Anyway… I felt really awkward that I’d asked him to come fix a perfectly good shower. So I did what any self-respecting woman would do and told him that it wasn’t the real reason I asked him to come.” She was quiet as I moved my hand faster.

“Keep going, baby.”

“Nigel keeps staring at me...”

For Christ’s sake. “Ignore him.”

“Eh...yeah. Okay. And then I dropped my towel. He unzipped his green coveralls. And I dropped to my knees and sucked his big cock.”

I pictured her lips wrapped around me.

“He bent me over and fucked me against the mirror. Which was really annoying, because then I had to clean my dirty little handprints afterwards.”

I smiled. I loved the weird stuff she added to her story. It made it feel more real.

“And then he picked me up and fucked me on the washing machine. Which is kind of amazing. The vibrations... It reminded me of when you suck on my clit and do that humming thing. ”

God I loved driving her crazy. Thinking of burying my face between her thighs was one of my favorite things in the world. And I was so fucking close...

“And then you came home and I pushed him off because I heard your voice. But when I answered the door...he...he slipped into me again. And he fucked me from behind while I talked to you.”

There was a clapping noise and I was pretty sure she’d thrown her hand over her mouth. She was embarrassed, but there was no need to be.

I pictured how shocked and sweaty she’d looked when she’d answered the door. And the whimper escaping her lips. I knew she thought this whole thing was scandalous. But I could also tell it turned her on. Just like it turned me on. “What was it like getting fucked while you looked into my eyes? Did you like that?”

“It was hot. And terrifying. I thought for sure he was gonna make me come again.”

“Again?”

“Like I said…getting fucked on a washing machine is pretty amazing.”

“How’d you finish?” I was going to cum any second.

“I felt like I was cheating on you after you came to the door. I know you want me to do this, but it still feels wrong. And I was all in my head. So after you left I got back into the shower and pressed my tits against the glass. And he stood on the other side and came all over it. ”

The image of her tits against the glass was what got me. I groaned and my stream of cum sizzled in the fountain.

“So it wasn’t even a big deal. The end.”

Interesting… She hadn’t stolen any stories as far as I could tell. Especially that ending. But the whole thing did sound a lot like a porno...

And then it clicked. Destiny must have helped her come up with the whole thing. She was great at creating sexual stories. And she’d “hijacked” Ash’s phone. Yeah right.

Or...had Ash really done it? Either way, I was gonna find the plumber and wipe his memory.

Ash screamed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I quickly zipped my pants.

“I forgot that Nigel was listening. He blended into the wall too well. But then he moved.”

“I just wanted to reiterate that I told you the shower wasn’t broken,” said Nigel. “And to tell you that despite your coitus conquest, you’ve made no progress. Alas, Master still isn’t free.”

I walked out of my masturbatorium as Nigel held up my lamp to show the proof that I wasn’t free yet. But I could have told him that. My skeet had sizzled in the waterfall. It was obviously still fiery down there.

“I can’t believe you listened to all of that,” said Ash.

“I like listening,” said Nigel.

Ash scrunched up her face. “I hate that for me. I’m never telling a story like that again. Nigel, can you please just...go away? ”

“No.”

I shook my head. Nigel was not someone who could be sent away easily. I thought I’d told Ash that I’d tried to kill the young lad on several occasions. But you really did get used to him always popping up. She just needed more time.

Ash sighed. “And why didn’t you fix the shower on Monday like you said you were going to?”

“Well...first off because it didn’t need fixing. Which we’ve established. And I didn’t mean this past Monday. I meant Monday, February 5th.”

“February? What the hell, Nigel?”

“I’m a busy boy.”

Ash groaned and turned to me.

Nigel slowly sunk back against the wall, spreading his hands and blending in.

It looked like Ash really thought he was gone. She visibly relaxed. “I need a better system to tell you about my sexcapades.”

“You could always just videochat me like we’d originally planned. Or let me catch you.”

She shook her head. “I can’t do it in front of you. But I want to be able to see you while you masturbate.”

“You can’t to go in the masturbatorium!” yelled Nigel.

Ash screamed at the top of her lungs because she hadn’t noticed him blending into the wall.

“Snoopers get burned!”

“Where the hell did you come from?!”

“I’ve literally been here the whole time, Mistress.”

“Please, can we just have a minute alone?”

Nigel nodded and sunk back against the wall .

Ash turned back to me, for some reason believing Nigel was gone again. “But can we set up a camera or something? For the masturbatorium?”

“I think I have the perfect thing,” said Nigel.

Ash jumped. “Why are you still listening?”

“Because I like listening. We’ve established this.”

I so badly wanted to tell both of them that soon my masturbatorium wouldn’t be necessary at all. But I still didn’t dare say any of my plan out loud. I knew Ghazi was magically eavesdropping on every word I said. And Ghazi would obviously be displeased if he found out that I was plotting to destroy the genie council.

Nigel had been my right-hand man through thick and thin. But I had to keep this plan to myself. He’d thank me once we were both free.

Ash stared at Nigel as he pressed his body against the wallpaper. “Wow, he’s really good at that.” She turned back to me. “Can you teleport me to Chastity’s so I can get ready for girls’ night?”

I nodded. I had to get ready too. I leaned forward and placed a kiss against her lips. “Have fun tonight.” I snapped my fingers and Ash disappeared. I turned to Nigel. “Was there actually a repair man here?”

He peeled himself off the wall. “Yes.” He pulled out his phone and showed me the video feed. There was indeed footage of the plumber coming and then leaving half an hour later. But there was no footage of the bathroom. Very, very interesting. I smiled. I don’t know why, but I still didn’t believe her. I laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” asked Nigel .

“Nothing. I need to get ready.” I snapped my fingers to change my appearance to how I’d looked in the 80s.

Nigel’s eyes grew round. “Holy mustachio. I forgot how big your mustache used to be.”

I went to the closest mirror and adjusted my mustache. Perfect.

I got a text from Chastity. It was a picture of Ash in a skintight white dress. And the accompanying text read: “After tonight, lots of other men at the Society will know what it feels like to cum inside of your girl.”

Fuck me. She looked so freaking hot.

But no one would be fucking her tonight. Because I was gonna be there.

This was phase 1 of my plan.

The genie council had given me everything I needed when they equipped DODO with magical zappers that could give out extra genie curses.

I needed to get my hands on one. Which meant I needed DODO to find me and come to me. And the only way to do that was to set a trap. So I bought NY United. And I was holding a press conference to introduce their latest player. Me.

And to make sure they’d come, I’d switched my look back to how I’d looked when I’d played for Fiorentina. My name back then had been Bjorn Johansen. In the 80s as Bjorn I had long wavy hair pulled back in a headband and an awesome mustache. I pulled my new headband into place across my forehead. Yeah, I looked exactly the same. Come get me, DODO. I’ll be waiting.

“Master, you look just like... ”

“Hush,” I said. “I know.”

Nigel looked very confused. And a little worried.

But there was no need. This was the perfect plan. I whistled as I made my way out of the apartment and to the Society. The Society was throwing a NY United themed party tonight to celebrate their new signing.

I got a phone call on the way over to the Society. I looked down and saw Matt’s name across my screen. I hit the accept call button. “Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” asked Matt. “What do you mean what’s up? Did you just buy NY United?”

“Yes.”

“Did you not think it was important to talk about this huge financial decision with me before you did this?”

“Why?”

“It’s millions of dollars, Tanner.”

“Get off it old chap. It’s practically pennies.”

Matt sighed. “You really should talk to me before moving around huge chunks of money like this. I know you’re a billionaire, but it’s still irresponsible to pull investments like this without talking.”

That was the problem right there. Matt thought I was only a billionaire. Because I had a few billionaire dollars with his firm. But I had billions of dollars at many firms. And in many banks. Under many names. If I was only a billionaire, it maybe would have been irresponsible to buy a whole soccer team at a moment’s notice. But luckily I was a trillionaire. “I’ll discuss it with you next time.”

“Next time? Are you planning on a buying another soccer team? ”

“If the mood strikes.”

Matt laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Thank you.” He always had the best compliments for me. “How are Brooklyn and my grandchildren?”

Matt laughed. “They’re great. Are you really going to have Chloe call you abuelo too?”

“She can call me whatever she pleases. But I will not be the least surprised if abuelo is her first word.” I’d been saying it to her repeatedly.

“Do you want to hang out one night this weekend?”

“I’m a little busy.”

“Oh. Doing what?”

Matthew was being rather nosey this evening. “NY United things. Tanner will be unavailable for a bit.” I had so much to do as my new persona.

“That is a very weird thing to say about yourself.”

“Thank you.”

Matt laughed. “Any other big news you didn’t feel like sharing with me?”

“Not at the moment. But I have some things in the works.”

Matt laughed again.

“Maybe we can grab lunch one day this week though. As long as you’re paying.”

“Seriously? You just bought NY United.”

“Exactly. I’m strapped for cash.”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

“For being so worried about my finances, the least you could do is pay for your biggest client’s and best friend’s meals.”

“Meals plural? ”

I laughed. “Yes.” How did he think I got rich in the first place? I was very frugal when I wasn’t buying outlandish things at a moment’s notice. If he was paying attention he would have realized that I’d never once paid for a meal when we were together. I always left him with the check. But in my defense, I usually didn’t have any pence on me.

“Okay, call me when Tanner has an afternoon to spare for lunch.”

“Will do, son.”

Matt laughed. “Don’t call me that. Just because Jacob thinks you’re his grandfather does not mean I’m you’re son.”

“Right, son. Ciao.” I laughed and ended the call. Matt was hilarious.

When I got to the Society, the manager of NY United was already at the podium in front of microphones. There was a red and black media backdrop with the NY United logo all over it.

No press was actually allowed inside the Society, but I was letting some members film and ask questions. And we were livestreaming it on NY United’s social media accounts.

The manager nodded at me. “It’s my pleasure to introduce our newest striker…Johan Bjornsen.”

It was pretty much the opposite of my old name Bjorn Johansen when I’d played for Fiorentina. It looked like I was trying to hide. But that I was terrible at it. It was the perfect way for DODO to find me. And to have their guard down because they thought I was dumb as dirt with that silly name change .

I walked out and shook hands with the manager. And posed for a few pictures. I had a speech planned, but instead, I didn’t say much at all. Because I was way too distracted watching Ash and Chastity flirting with the other NY United players. I knew they were going to be here. But it was still distracting seeing her. Especially because it didn’t seem like Ash recognized me as Bjorn. And she was definitely flirting. And that dress... Kill me.

The press conference ended, and I got off the stage to go get my new teammates away from Ash. I had to make my way through lots of girls in NY United cheerleader outfits. I walked straight up to Zico who was practically all over Ash.

He turned to me. “Hey, Johan Bjornsen. Welcome to the team.”

Ash looked up at me and her eyes grew round. “Tan...”

I cleared my throat. “Nope. I didn’t get a tan.” I turned to Zico. “Thanks,” I said.

Ash took in my whole look. And then looked back and forth between me and Zico.

I winked at her.

“I was thinking we should celebrate the team’s new signing by taking Ash here into a back room and all taking turns on her,” said Zico. “Nothing brings a team together like a good old-fashioned gangbang.”

Ash blushed. “Your new teammates keep asking me to take my dress off. Should I do it?”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” asked Zico.

I nodded. “Yes. Ash is my girlfriend.”

“Oh shit. Sorry, mate. ”

Ash looked so flustered. I loved when she blushed. And I couldn’t help it...I wanted her to keep blushing. “You really wanna fuck her? If so, just invite her to a pool party.”

Ash blushed again. But she also looked kind of excited.

Chastity walked up with two of my other new teammates. Our two central defenders - Nikola and Novak Nikolic. Chastity had one of the twins on each of her arms. One was carrying her purse for her.

“What’s going on over here?” she asked.

“You know my boyfriend, Johan Bjornsen,” said Ash.

“Um...sure,” said Chastity. “Nice stache, Johan.”

I know.

“Well, Zico and Johan were just joking about the whole team taking turns on me,” said Ash. “So I’ll be back…”

She grabbed the twins hands and started to pull them away from Chastity.

What the fuck? I was only joking... These guys were my teammates. My new friends. And therefore off-limits.

Ash pulled them away and ran right into our defensive midfielder, Franz Schneider. He dropped the box he was carrying. String cheese and prepackaged schnitzel went everywhere.

Zico groaned. “Mate, we don’t need any more snacks…”

Ash grabbed my hand. “Let’s get out of here!”

I smiled down at her. I should have known she was just messing with me back. “What happened to wanting to gangbang the whole team?” I couldn’t resist teasing her a little more.

“I don’t know, Johan ! It was a joke that was getting out of hand! And why are you dressed like that?”

“You told me I should start playing soccer again.”

“Yeah...as Tanner. Not a mustachioed 80s porn star.”

Nailed the look. “You don’t like the stache?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Come with me.” I pulled her down the hall.

“We’re in the sex hallway,” she whispered.

Yes, we are. I opened the door to the jungle room. There were palm trees and dark corners everywhere. And parrots were singing. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could hear a few couples moaning. I snapped my fingers to conjure the illusion of a lion. Everyone screamed and ran out.

Ash looked a little frightened too, but I closed the door and locked it before she could run out. And then the lion disappeared.

“Didn’t you see that?!”

“It was just me.” I backed her up against the door. “I was feeling a little feral.”

She swallowed hard. “Were you?”

I lowered my face between her breasts. And then I tore her skintight white dress off with my teeth.

“Tanner!” But her protest turned to laughter as I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her around me.

I slammed her back against a palm tree and dropped to my knees. I pushed her thong to the side as I stared up at her. “We both know that my tongue is better than an entire team. ”

She moaned as I thrust my tongue into her wetness. “I like this,” she said as her fingers dug into my long hair.

I slowly pulled back. “There were a lot of good things about the 80s.” Mustaches weren’t as in style right now. But I had fond memories of beautiful women going for plenty of rides back then. And I wanted to erase those memories and replace them with memories of Ash. I leaned back against some soft palm fronds and pulled her down on top of me. “How about you go for a ride.” I gestured toward my mustache.

She smiled down at me. “You want me to go for mustache ride? Really?”

Very much so. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy flush with my mouth. It only took a few strokes of my tongue before she was the one setting the pace. Riding my face. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as she moved her hips. My lips were wet with her juices and all I wanted was more. Ride me, baby.

“God I love mustaches!” she screamed as she came.