I’m about to relay a story of love, romance, and discovery of taboo between myself, Carl Green and an astonishing young woman called Michelle. Some background on myself and my family will give you a much better understanding of who I am and how my family is involved.
We, as a family, are worth in excess of a billion dollars, but you will have never heard of us as we don’t flaunt our wealth. I don’t have a garage full of expensive foreign cars or a Lear jet, and I don’t hang out with the rich and famous. My daily driver is a ‘72 Plymouth Barracuda. And I live in a family compound with my parents and my twin sister.
Our compound, or as I prefer, the family estate, is in the hills overlooking LA. It is the same place my sister Lynette and I were born fifty-two years ago, to the most amazing parents in the world: Cynthia, our mother (or as she prefers to be called Thia) and Frances (Frank), our wonderful father.
The estate is sizeable, being around fifty acres of land. It was purchased by my father in the late sixties and had initially been a hippy commune. Frank was just twenty-two when he bought the land with the inheritance money from his grandmother after she passed away. He was a fledgling musician and songwriter with a love of devils lettuce purchasing the property to cultivate it for personal use primarily.
But in a very short time, it became home to fifty or more other hippies all looking for love, peace and the meaning of life. The commune became quite self-sufficient and grew nearly everything they needed right on the property. The commune also quickly got quite the reputation for hosting some of the sixties and seventies greatest musicians and movie stars at the most outrageous and decadent parties ever held in Hollywood.
It was spring 1970 when a beautiful, bright-eyed seventeen-year-old ex-beauty pageant runaway arrived at the front gate with a group of hippies that had travelled from the Midwest to California. The seventeen-year-old was my mother, Thia. The instant our father Frank laid eyes on her, he was head over heels in love. They immediately hit it off and have been together ever since. I should point out that they never married, both believing in free love and an open relationship; after all, it was the hedonistic code of the commune.
Thia became pregnant almost immediately after she and Frank became an item when she was just seventeen. She gave birth on the compound to twins, Lynette and me, nine months later, a week after her eighteenth birthday. But it was due to complications during our delivery and the lack of real medical assistance, the commune midwife realising there was an issue called an ambulance and Thia was taken to hospital where Thia required a radical hysterectomy to stop the internal bleeding after our birth. With Thia’s blessing, Frank went on to father many children during the hedonistic commune days.
Around the same time we were born, or very shortly after. Frank met a savvy investor from New York, a man called Warren he was a guest of Walt Disney to one of the commune parties the night Frank Zappa and Bob Dillion played to the gathered rich and famous crowd. Frank, my father, was going through a period of shedding worldly possessions. He gave Warren his last five thousand dollars to invest in his children’s future he had said. Quoting “Money is the root of all evil”, and that he had no need for it. I suspect my father may have been tripping quite wildly on some very good acid at the time.
It turned out Warren was a pretty savvy investor because today, those shares are worth four billion dollars. Of course, that savvy investor was Warren Buffet, and he had been in LA meeting with Walt Disney to buy shares in the Disney which he sold his shares later in the nineties, his biggest regret to date. He continued investing money for Frank over the years, and as they say in Hollywood, the rest is history.
The family compound has changed quite a bit over the years, with everyone fairly well having moved on by the mid-eighties. Lynette and I both built our homes on the estate in the last two years and making some much-needed improvements for our parents, they no longer need to shit in the woods. Thia now runs a very exclusive yoga retreat from her specially built yoga retreat sitting on the edge of the cliff face overlooking LA, and clients include many big Hollywood names.
My sister Lynette is a stunningly beautiful woman just like our mother, with Lynette being a big-shot Hollywood contracts lawyer to the stars. She does still help out Thia at the resort when needed. I should point out that my mother is stunning at sixty-seven; she barely looks a day over fifty. With her long silver hair, model looks and fit body, she has often been mistaken for my wife rather than my mother when we have been out together. Both our parents live a healthy lifestyle and appear much younger than they are.
Our father Frank is still very much active in the community of free love and the naturalist’s movement, while Mom still joins him at certain swingers events. It’s really Dad’s thing nowadays. It helps that he is hung like a donkey and fit as an ox. Lynette and I grew up naked alongside all the adults. Even today, you will find us as a family naked around the home and the pool area, but the swinging scene is one Lynette and I are not actively part of even though we have both dabbled a little in having sex with multiple partners, Lynette, or Lyn as I call her, is primarily lesbian nowadays, and we often realise we are seeing or have seen the same woman from time to time.
Thia also runs a naturalist yoga and sexual awakening retreat for women, where the women all get naked for a week and masturbate themselves in a group and then each other. Lyn has often run the retreat when Mom hasn’t been available. It’s quite the eye-opener, I can assure you, these sessions have often led to me having some amazing sex with some incredible ladies.
Lynn and I are aware of Dad’s other children, and we know he has contact with some of them. I have no idea how many, as neither of us has ever been involved with their lives after the commune. Of course, we know many of them as we grew up for many years living together as one giant family of sorts, But I’m not even sure how involved Dad is, really nowadays. I guess he must see some of them from time to time. I only moved home three years ago, from making my own mark on the world, having circumnavigated the world with friends on a sixty-five-foot yacht.
I own one of the biggest clubs in LA, where I spend most of my nights in complete incognito. The staff are under strict instruction to never acknowledge who I am when I’m there. I line up in the queue to get in just like everyone else most nights, as I like to get a feel for what patrons want from my club. I believe my hands-on approach is why the club is so successful, having spent many nights of my life in nightclubs around the world I have a good feel for what works.
The only thing in the club that I don’t pay for is my alcohol. Because I also own a small-batch distillery in Kentucky, only drinking the distiller’s special cask whisky from that distillery. My private stash of bottles is kept in a particular place behind the bar. All the bar staff are aware of it and who I am.
So it was a Friday night, and I was standing in the long queue of patrons waiting to get into the club. I was standing behind two lovely young ladies, a brunette and a redhead. Both had terrific figures, the redhead being what I call voluminous—her tight-fitting emerald green dress finishing just under the cusp of her perfect arse. As I stood behind them, I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.
“I can’t believe it, Michelle; you finally caved and agreed to meet Matt here tonight. He has been trying to get into your pants all year. What made you finally agree to come tonight? This isn’t really your scene,” the brunette said to Michelle, the redhead.
“I don’t know. He’s a nice enough guy, but you know my rule – I never date guys from work. But he has really put in an effort, so I thought, why not? After all, it’s only a night out dancing with work colleagues it’s not like it’s a date or anything,” Michelle said to the brunette.
I listened intently to gauge Michelle’s interest in this Matt guy because I was already in lust with her perfect arse. Looking at her from behind, hoping I could get to know her a little better in the club. The brunette didn’t answer straight away, prompting Michelle to ask once again.
“It is just a night out with all our friends from work, isn’t it, Tania? You haven’t told Matt it was something more, have you?” She said, her voice indicating she didn’t really trust her friend Tania.
“Well, I might have mentioned you thought he was really cute, and I didn’t invite anyone else,” Tania replied in a tone indicating Michelle was going to be pissed off with the truth.
“Tania! What the fuck? I told you I was only coming because everyone else was. I don’t need you to match-mate me! I’m perfectly capable of finding my own dates,” Michelle snapped at Tania.
“You would seriously have no issues finding a date,” I said a little louder than I thought I had.
Both women turned around and looked at me. In that brief moment, I understood how Dad felt the day he met Mom. Michelle had the most amazing smile I had ever seen. Her deep blue eyes were flashing me a smile of their very own. I was in love for the first time in twenty years, becoming completely starstruck by this gorgeous red-haired beauty, even if she was some twenty-odd years my junior.
Tania just glared at me before sarcastically saying, “Isn’t there a special queue for dads picking up their daughters?” Before turning back around.
On the other hand, Michelle mouthed the words sorry to me, apologizing for her rude friend and then mouthed thank you for my compliment she was never meant to hear. After about forty more minutes of listening to Tania trying to justify her actions to only invite their work colleague Matt along for the night, we reached the front of the line.
After being admitted entry, I headed straight to the bar to get a drink as I watched Michelle and Tania disappear into the crowd. I got a drink and checked the crowd numbers before heading into my office on the top floor behind a coded security door. The office has a one-way glass that overlooks the entire club. I usually spend most of my time up there. But tonight, I wanted to be on the floor. I had a craving to see Michelle again. I just couldn’t let this girl go without at least talking to her some more.
So I headed back down onto the main floor. The first floor was a mezzanine floor that ran around the entire club. It was where the VIP booths were located, and it overlooked the entire dance floor below. I was standing at the bar watching everyone, hoping to spot Michelle when she slid in next to me at the bar.
“So I take it you haven’t found your daughter yet?” She said, smiling.
“Not yet! But I am hoping to meet a beautiful young girl with daddy issues,” I responded.
Michelle’s entire face lit up as she smiled before apologizing for her friend Tania’s earlier rude statement.
“I’m really sorry for my friend. She can be pretty blunt at times,” Michelle said to me.
“It’s fine. I get it. I might possibly be the oldest person in the club, so I do understand,” I said, not actually being offended at all by the statement. But maybe I should start using the rear entrance more often, I thought.
“Do you even like this music? No offence, it doesn’t look like your scene,” yelled Michelle over the loud dance mix currently being played by the DJ.
“I like all music, but no, it’s not my favourite genre, I must confess.”
I ordered another whisky from the bar staff and asked if I could get Michelle a drink.
Michelle ordered two cocktails I assumed one for herself and one for Tania.
So what happened to Matt? Why isn’t he up here buying your drinks for you if he is so interested in you?” I quizzed Michelle while the bartender mixed her cocktails.
“I don’t come to these places because I don’t like the music. And clearly, Matt and Tania do. They have been up dancing since we got here. So I guess Matt has more in common with Tania than he does with me,” Michelle said.
The drinks arrived, and the bartender went off to serve other patrons.
“You didn’t pay for the drinks!” Michelle said, being way too observant.
“Who are you? You don’t like the music. We established you aren’t here to pick up your daughter. You don’t pay for drinks, and they let you in even though you are the oldest person here. And I know these clubs are selective on who they let in, but here you are. So I guess your someone important!” Michelle said.
“Wow, that’s a lot of observations. Should I assume you are a detective?” I replied.
“No, not a detective, just observant of my surroundings. So should I assume you are the club manager or club owner?” she said.
“I’m the club owner. Does that bother you?” I said.
“Should it bother me? Or are you also part of a Mexican drug cartel? That’s who usually own these places to launder their money,” she said, putting her hand on my hand on the bar.
“No, just your average child of hippy parents with too much money and nothing else to spend it on,” I said.
“Then am I also to assume if you are the owner you have an office or somewhere we can go to get away from this awful music,” Michelle asked.
“Absolutely, I do. What about Tania’s drink?” I asked.
“I’ll drink it,” Michelle said, picking up both drinks to follow me.
Arriving in my office, Michelle sat on the edge of the desk before seeing my vinyl collection on the opposite wall, heading over to it; she flipped through it randomly. It would take all night to go through the vast collection of all five thousand or so LP records.
“Wow, you and my mom would get on well. She loves all this old stuff. I grew up listening to most of these artists. This really is some collection. Do you have a record player?” She said, finally sliding a record from the collection.
I went over and hit a button on my desk, and the wall behind us parted, opening up to my music room. Michelle could tell I was serious about my music as she cast her very selective eye across a couple hundred thousand dollars worth of stereo equipment.
Michelle handed me the LP. I looked at it then looked back at her.
“Great choice. You know my father was a close friend of Joe before he died. I met him when I was younger. He would often visit our house. Any particular track you would like me to play?”
“No, I love them all. And I feel like dancing and judging by the audio equipment in this room I assume you do as well,” Michelle said as Joe Cocker Feelin’ alright started to blare out through the floor to ceiling speakers. Michelle’s hips began to move. Then her body started to gyrate in front of me as I lent on my desk sipping my whisky.
I was in love. This woman was perfect, from her stunning face to her amazing body. We loved the same music, plus she was charming, articulate, funny and intelligent, the perfect package, I thought.
Michelle gyrated her hips and body over to where I was leaning on the desk. She put her hands on my shoulders and swayed along to the music.
“What are you doing here? I mean, why up here with me now? Clearly, we have a rather significant age difference,” I asked as she moved in close and shimmied her body up against mine.
“Age is just a number, and I tend not to follow society’s rules. I get that from my mother. I’m a lot like her when it comes to matters of the heart. She is somewhat of an open-minded woman with a free spirit. But if you want the answer to your first question, it’s the way you looked at me out the front of the club. I have never had a man look at me the way you did. It sent a shiver to my very soul. I feel like I have known you my entire life,” Michelle said as Joe Cockers, You are so beautiful started to play.
Michelle put her arms around my neck, I put my hands around her waist, and we swayed to the song. Eventually, our lips met, her tongue instantly seeking out mine. Her kiss was hot and passionate. I felt her body heat radiate out as our bodies pressed up hard against each other. Michelle reached down, pulling my shirt out from my pants. She stepped back and pulled it over my head.
Stepping back into me, our lips met again. I reached around and lowered the zip on her dress down to the top of her underwear. Michelle reached up and slid the straps…
