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Strictly Business	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 4073 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1
One week later.
Finally Pacifica called Dipper at nine in the morning. “I said I’d call,” she reminded him.
He couldn’t help grinning. “I’ve been waiting. It’s great to hear from you. How are you?”
Instead of answering that, she asked, “Is it all right if I come and see you?”
“Here?” he asked. “In the Mystery Hovel.”
A pause. “I did call it that once, didn’t I? Yes, there where you’re staying. May I come?”
“Anytime, Pacifica,” he said.
“In that case—” Someone knocked on his door, and he opened it and there she stood. She carried a leather folder. She put away her phone. “I see from my bank report you got your check.”
“Yes, thanks,” he said, standing uncertainly at the doorway. “Uh—you want to come in here or--?”
“This is fine.”
The attic bedroom had only one chair, the one beside the table at the head of his bed, so he let her have it. He sat on the edge of the unmade bed. She was wearing a long tan coat—with October, chilly weather had come in. She reached into her purse and took out a pair of black-rimmed spectacles and set the purse on the table. And then she put them on and opened the folder. When she glanced up again, a sheaf of papers in her hands, she said, “I’m thinking—what?”
“The glasses,” he said, smiling. “Sorry if I’m staring.”
She touched the frame. “What, do they make me look ugly? Or funny?”
“They make you look sexy,” he said.
She half-lowered the spectacles and peered over them. “Let’s keep this businesslike,” she said in a sultry, seductive voice.
“Only I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Dipper told her. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Even in the long coat, even with the spectacles on, she looked so fucking sexy.
She didn’t look at him in the same way. “Sometimes I wear glasses. Here.” She handed him three pages. “This is just the outline. It’s a business plan for Pines Paranormal Investigations, Inc.”
“LLC,” he said.
“No, I ran all the numbers. A full corporation makes more sense for taxes and business purposes. In the long run, you’ll save money by fully incorporating, and there are protections besides. Don’t worry, I can take care of the details for you—stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing,” he said. “It’s so good to see you, that’s all. Pacifica, I’m happy. I can’t help smiling. I thought you must be mad at me.”
“I’m not angry,” she said. “Remember, I told you, I was a business major and did damn well in college, top of my class. All right, get your mind on business and then just listen and I’ll lay it out for you. I think this plan I’ve put together would be great for your ghost-busting company, and I want to explain why. But you can’t constantly distract me.”
“Go ahead,” he said. “I like to listen to your voice, too.”
She talked for the best part of an hour. It boiled down to her investing in his company. She would take twenty-nine per cent of the profits in exchange for her investment and advice. She wanted the title Chief Financial Officer, no salary involved. He would hang onto fifty-one per cent and ownership of the company and would be the President and Chief Executive Officer. “Wait, wait,” he said. “That leaves twenty per cent of the shares—”
“I’m just getting to that,” she said. “You need at least one employee, and right now with no established income flow, you couldn’t afford to offer a straight salary. What you need is a professional videographer to record your investigations and maybe take part in them—”
Shaking his head, Dipper said, “Mabel would never leave her clothing company.”
Pacifica rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t have to be Mabel. Anyway, I talked to her already, and she’s agreed to be your graphic designer. She’ll wait indefinitely to be paid. Look, Dipper, you need to get a profile. You do that by persuading clients to sign off on the media rights. Your videographer records and edits everything, you get a web series going, that builds interest and a client base—I’ve got it figured out. This will become fully operational in January. My projection is that the company will produce a reasonable net profit in the five-figure range for the first year. Out of my share, I’ll put half back in the company. You can decide if you want to plow some of your piece in. In December of next year, we’ll evaluate our business position as we prepare taxes. At that point, if profitability hasn’t reached my projections, we can mutually agree to dissolve everything and walk away from the business, no hard feelings. Give it a year.”
“Will you go along with me on the investigations?”
She shrugged. “Maybe, it depends. But my main job is chief financial officer. Somebody has to keep the books and write the checks.”
A few more questions and he said, “What the heck. I’m not making it now, this couldn’t be any worse. Where do I sign?”
This contract was considerably more complex than the one he’d made up for his ghostbusting jobs. Sign here, initial here, here, here, and here, sign here, wait, Melody’s a notary, right? We’ll take this down and have her witness this one. And . . . now this copy. And now this one, for the videographer, to be hired later, signature left blank for now. And this one for me. And one for my lawyers.”
They made the quick trip downstairs, Melody did the notary thing, and then Pacifica said, “There. All set. We’ve got three months to gear up, and then we’ll see if my degree is worth anything. Let’s go back to your room.”
They did. She locked the door. She unbelted the coat and shrugged it off. She was naked under it.
“Whoa,” he said. “I thought it was all business.”
“We’ve done the business,” she said, walking to his bed. She put one knee on it and said, “Now comes the pleasure.”
“Leave the glasses on,” he told her.
“Dork. Don’t do that, I’ll take care of it for you. Come here.”
She undressed him, whispering to him as she did: “I’m not going to say the L word yet, Dipper. And I still can’t remember that night with Lina. I’m not a virgin, but—I feel like I’m one. Because now I know I’ve wanted this for a long time without realizing it. There. Don’t leave the socks on.”
He lay next to him and she rolled on top. “The glasses are going to make it awkward,” she said.
He reached up and took them off and put them on the table. They kissed. Then he said, “Pacifica, you are—I can’t even describe it. Something beyond fantastic.”
“Shut up and suck my tits,” she said.
She moved up and bent back so he could nuzzle them and feel her nipples become stiff and hard between his lips. She straddled his lower stomach, and his cock stiffened. He felt it bounce against the crack of her ass, between her buns.
She reached way back and fondled the swollen purple helmet. “Nice. But don’t go too fast, Dipper,” she said. “I want to make this last.”
“I’m on board,” he said.
“Scoot higher in the bed. I want this bad boy in my mouth—but I won’t let you cum yet.”
“Sixty-nine?” he asked.
“Not yet. Later. I want that and I can hold out for it. But this time I want to be in control, all right?”
As Dipper moved higher in the bed, ending half-sitting with the pillow against his lower back as she slipped down. He asked, “Did you bring your toys in that folder?”
“Uh-uh,” she said. “But I want you to come home with me and spend the night. We’ll have playtime then.” She opened her lips and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked it, then looked up at him with a smile. “Do I do this as well as Lina?”
“Who’s Lina?” he asked her, his fingers running though her hair. “It feels so good, Pacifica.”
“I’ll suck your whole dick if you’ll call me Paz.”
“I’d love that, Paz.”
“Good boy.”
He was amazed. She deep-throated him, taking in his full length and bumping his pubic bone with her nose. She made smacking, slurping sounds, and when he was about to cum, she gripped the base of his cock and squeezed it hard, shutting him off. “Too tight,” he said.
“I don’t want you all soft yet.” She moved back astride him and grasped his cock, rubbing the tip against her slit. “Did we already do this?” she asked.
He groaned a little. “Something—something like it.”
“I don’t remember,” she said. “So—as far as I’m concerned—here goes our first time.”
She pressed down and the tip of his dick entered her.
“Yeah, this is our real first time,” Dipper said. She settled in the saddle. She cupped her palms beneath her breasts, as he had seen her do once before, and he reached up to pinch and tug at her nipples.
“That’s good,” she said, beginning to fuck him slowly, gently. “You can cum inside me, I’m on the pill. How does it feel?”
“Your pussy’s nice and warm,” he said. “And I love how tight it is.”
“Then you’ll like this.” She clenched her pelvic floor muscles and he felt her squeeze him. “
Fuckin’ great,” he grunted.
A pink flush was spreading over her neck and up to her throat. Her areolas were puffy, her nipples thrusting out stiff. “Ooh, I like it, too. You’re nice ‘n hard, Dipper! Hold my hands.”
They adjusted their position a bit, and then with her fingers interlaced with his, taking most of her weight on her knees, Pacifica began to really pound him, her ass slapping on his thighs, her pussy squeezing him, a dreamy look on her beautiful face, her lower lip clenched between her teeth.
“Oh, Dipper, I’m gonna—I’m almost—” she gasped.
Then she came, her pussy feeling as if it were sucking him, and a moment later he shot his load, too.
“So—fucking—good!” she gasped. “Pumping hot inside me. Yeah!”
She shivered and gasped and collapsed on him, a little shiny from perspiration, her tits pressing his chest. He put his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her back, finally squeezing and holding onto her ass cheeks.
“That—that was so good,” she gasped. “So much better than—forget that, no comparison. That was the best fuck ever.”
“It was a great fuck,” he agreed. “The greatest fuck of all time.”
She giggled, jiggling her belly and breasts against him. “I don’t remember your ever talking dirty like that.”
“Sorry.”
“No, I like it. It’s hot.” She whispered in his ear, “Call me a slut.”
“You’re my sweet slut, Paz,” he whispered back.
“Aw, you’re going soft inside me. And . . . it slipped out. All right, Pines, you’ve got five minutes to rest.” She seized his earlobe between her teeth and tugged it. “Then it’s my turn on the bottom. And I think I want it doggy style. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll fuck you any way you want it, my sweet slut.”
“What’s this I feel nudging at my ass? I think you’re getting hard again, stud.”
“You could be right,” he said.
And five minutes later, they did it again, Paz bent over the bed with her feet braced and her legs open, he plunging his dick into her pussy and feeling her soft ass take the impact of his strokes. She didn’t even reach down to play with her clit, but clutched the bedsheet with both hands and started gasping almost at once, and she pulled the pillow against her face so her shouts of “Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me like that, Dipper! I’m such a slut, I love it. Oh, God, yes!”
They both came again, and Pacifica pulled herself off him and then knelt to lick his glistening cock, to suck the last of his load and swallow it. “Sluts love the taste of cum,” she confided to him.
“You’re incredible, Paz,” he said.
They lay side by side on his narrow bed, getting their breath back. He idly reached down and stroked her pussy, not getting his fingers in, just . . . petting it, his fingers smoothing the golden springs of her pubic hair. She did the same with his cock, stroking it lightly, using no pressure.
“About the business,” she murmured.
“Not now,” he pleaded.
“No, listen. I’ve been thinking. You need a better office than this, a place where clients could actually meet you without walking through a gift shop. There are four rooms at the end of the hall on the first floor of my house—”
“Too generous,” he said.
“Shut up,” she advised. “They’re on the bottom floor. Beneath Lina’s old room, that side of the house. I can have them redone. Reception, office, and video production room. I’ll have the adjoining bathroom remodeled to a half-bath for you and clients, unisex it’ll have to be, but that’s all right. It will be easy to partition that part of the floor off from the rest of the house, and we can cut an entrance door that opens directly to the parking area. It’ll be respectable and businesslike, and if you insist you can go home in the evenings to sleep here. Or when you’re in the mood you could come upstairs and play with me after the office closes.”
“I’d be up there every night.”
“I had that in mind. Then we’re agreed. As long as you bring this—” she squeezed his dick—“with you. What time is it? I’d better go, Soos and Melody will be thinking we’re up to mischief in here. Oh, I’ve just hired a cook. Dinner’s at seven. You can sample her work and help me decide if I want to keep her or not.”
“This is all so sudden,” Dipper said.

2
That night was so pleasant that Dipper spent the next two Pacifica’s bed. They had a lot of fun. And they tried about twenty of Pacifica’s toys.
He told her at one point, “I’m gonna get you a toy box for Christmas.”
She laughed and said, “I’ve got your box right here. Fill it up again!”
Right away Pacifica began publicizing Dipper’s services. Ghost busting services. And the publicity started to pay off. In October, Dipper had a total of nine jobs and made over ten thousand dollars gross.
He never failed to rid the clients of their ghosts or, in one case, of a raccoon that had moved in between the walls, and their reviews were all way positive.
November was even better. He had banked a total of nearly twenty thousand by December first. The Christmas season brought a little slack, but then on the fifth day of December he had to fly to Boston to clear a very wealthy family’s elegant home of a nasty ghost. That took four days, all told, and brought in five thousand dollars in fees and more in expenses. When he got back, he said, “I’m exhausted. Paz, you have to go with me on these hard ones.”
“Well,” she said, considering, “I’ve always liked a hard one.”
People in Gravity Falls got used to seeing Dipper and Pacifica around. Soos even made up a name for the power couple: Pacidippera. It didn’t catch on, but whatever. Mabel brought her lover Kirby to the Mystery Shack for the big Christmas dinner, and Stanley and Stanford both showed up, and Dipper brought Pacifica.
Stanley grinned from ear to ear. “Potato sack girl, you’re looking beautiful! How’s life treating you?” he asked her.
She took Dipper’s hand. “Pretty great, actually.”
Mabel yelled, “I knew it! You two are an item, aren’t you!”
“You could say that,” Dipper told his sister.
For the rest of the afternoon, Mabel followed them around with a spring of mistletoe, popping up to hold it over his head, then hers, and then repeat. And once when they had gone up to the attic for privacy, Mabel had hidden in the closet. She popped out as they passed, grabbed Dipper around the waist, and reached around to dangle the mistletoe over his dong. “It’s tradition!” she told Pacifica. “You gotta!”
To Dipper’s embarrassment, she unzipped his pants and gave him the kiss. But he grabbed the mistletoe away before his sister could hold it over Pacifica’s crotch. “You’re no fun,” Mabel complained as they sort of pushed her out the door.
“Go play with Kirby!” Pacifica suggested.
All in all, the last half of the year turned out so well that Pacifica talked Dipper into buying a car—not new, but she persuaded Bud Gleeful to give him a great deal on a low-mileage, rugged four-wheel-drive vehicle, in great shape. Dipper complained a little about the amount of gas it needed, though.
The couple rang in the new year by kissing at midnight and fucking at 12:01. “It’s official now,” she told him as they caught their breath for Round Two, which involved fur-lined handcuffs and a blindfold for Pacifica. “We’re business partners!”

3
The office space in Pacifica’s home turned out even better than Dipper thought. It had a small foyer, with a coffee maker and a magazine rack and chairs for up to four clients to sit on while they waited.
The inner office sported a modern desk and rows of file cabinets, visitor’s chairs, a closet for Dipper’s ghostbusting outfits—now emblazoned with a dynamic logo designed by Mabel as a Christmas gift, and it would soon be painted on his business vehicle—and a state-of-the-art computer setup.
Old Fiddleford McGucket rigged up a high-speed satellite system for it, though he cautioned, “Iff’n tha Feds come and wanna look at it, press the panicky button. That’ll switch ya to th’ house’s slowpoke feed instead. But don’t worry, they ain’t gonna git wind of the set-up. I been foolin’ them fer years!” And he cackled.
The door leading into the hall and the rest of the house was marked “Private” and would open only if Dipper or Pacifica pressed a thumb against a print-reading pad. “It’s really great,” Dipper told Pacifica on the official opening day, January fourth.
She had her arm through his. “Yeah, but there’s something else. I hope you don’t mind. I know we were planning to interview some people for the video work, but someone came along who seems ideal. Experiences, good references, personable, willing to travel with you anywhere. I went ahead and made the hire.”
“I . . . guess that’s okay,” Dipper said. “Is he willing to work for a piece of the action?”
“I think so. Let’s go check out the production room, by the way.”
Dipper opened the door to a room packed with video equipment, monitors, computers, a big desk and—
“Oh my God!” he said.
“Hiya, man!” Wendy said cheerfully. “Pacifica says you’re a real stud. Hope she’s right!” She was sitting behind the desk, leaning back, her hands behind her head and a big grin on her freckled face.
“You’re—not wearing anything!” Dipper said.
“Damn straight!” Wendy, who was resting tilted in a swivel chair with her long legs stretched out and her bare feet resting on the desk, wiggled her toes. “I’ve always liked you, Dip. And dude, this may shock you, but when Pacifica was a senior in high school, she was going through a real rough time and thought nobody loved her. She talked to me about it, and that evening I introduced her to lesbian lovin’. Well, bi, anyhow, ‘cause we both are. And what’s even greater—”
“I’m not one bit selfish about sharring,” Pacifica said. “No, that’s ‘sharing,’ isn’t it? Oh, and one other thing, you two—it came yesterday. In our room, I’ve got a great big king-sized bed now. Room for three!”
Wendy stood up and came over to hug Dipper. And to pat his now-bulging crotch. “I got an idea, Paz,” she said. “I’ve been thinking of this all morning, and I’m hella horny. Let’s us go up there right now and break that bed in.”
Pacifica put a finger on his chin. “Close your mouth, Dipper. I get the first ride, okay?”
“Hey,” Wendy said, “can we do that thing where you cowgirl him while he eats me out? I always wanted to do that!”
“Dipper? Are you in a trance?” Pacifica asked. “What do you say?”
Dipper gulped in a deep breath. “I say—let’s go fuck.”
Wendy laughed and stuck her hand right down the front of his pants. “Love the way you’ve grown up, man. And I can’t wait to feel this big boy down here. Come on, let’s go check out that bed!”
So it doesn't end here. Not without some details.
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