The Side Project
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Chapter 32: Kyle - Humble Public Servants
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 32: Kyle - Humble Public Servants - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? While on a trip to explore a new city they make a discovery: A community of raging misogynistic 'Alpha' males who behave like frat boys and mistreat their wives. Suddenly they know exactly what their calling in life is. A collaborative writing project written from multiple character POVs by multiple authors.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
Author’s Note: The gang starts to see a plan come together, and I hope you, as readers, see what is coming here and like the direction.
“You look pleased with yourself,” I said to Reed once I climbed into the passenger seat of Allie’s car.
“Let’s just say I’m confident Allie and I are on good terms again,” Reed said smugly, patting the pocket of his jeans.
“Good, glad to see you got your head out of your ass,” I said. I knew Lexi would be pleased too. I’d been briefly concerned Reed had reverted to the negative behavior I’d warned him against when I saw Allie enter Lauren’s house, but her demeanor had strongly suggested she was pleased, not upset.
“I do actually want to talk to you about something potentially interesting though,” Reed said. He handed me a manila folder. I opened it and began scanning the contents.
“Garrison gave me this earlier this evening. He obviously bought our bit about representing investors,” Reed explained.
“This is a property he’s proposing we invest in?” I asked as I looked through the documents.
“Right. I haven’t had a chance to properly scan things, but if you can navigate us to the address I was thinking maybe we could check it out,” Reed said.
I agreed and punched the address listed - 69 Tuna Run - into my phone.
“It’s close, only about a half mile away. Interesting that it’s in their neighborhood. Quick drive-by?” I suggested. Reed put the car in gear and we backed out of Lauren’s driveway.
We pulled up to the address and immediately realized where we were: the abandoned fitness club we’d seen the previous day.
“Want to check it out?” Reed asked.
“Let’s give it until tomorrow when it’s light out and all these LIMP jackasses are gone,” I suggested.
“Good call. This is intriguing though.”
“Yeah, for sure,” I agreed. I read more of the paperwork as Reed navigated us back towards the interstate to head downtown.
“This paperwork is incredibly shoddily put together,” I commented as I reviewed the documents.
“Makes sense, think about who we’re dealing with here. Them owning the club and keeping it closed does suggest they’re up to something though,” Reed said.
“You think they’re the ones who bought it with the intention of shutting it down?” I asked.
Reed thought for a moment. I could see his lawyer brain at work. “I suppose they could be, that’s a hell of a lot of money to drop just because you don’t like your wives going there. What do they want for it?” he asked.
“Over a mil. But they may not have paid that. I know Allie had great things to say about it, but you have to admit trying to operate a fitness club out here doesn’t seem like the best business model,” I noted.
“Right, there’s not that many people living out here, and you’re competing with a free clubhouse in this neighborhood,” Reed said.
“Exactly. Ol’ Gary’s prospectus here works from the assumption we would tear down the club,” I said.
“Hmmm so that price is just the land?” Reed asked.
“Yeah. Seems high. Sure this is a ‘nice’ neighborhood if you don’t know about the Alphas but it’s inconvenient to everything. I don’t think the land is worth that much,” I said.
“Well you could probably fit at least five or six houses on the footprint of that club right?” Reed asked. I shuffled through papers until I found a document that showed the property boundaries.
“Probably,” I agreed. “Although the frontage to the street is kinda narrow. So even though the property goes back a ways the driveways seem like they might be tricky. Not sure.”
“Right, and I can’t imagine the cost to demo a building that size is cheap,” Reed noted.
“Good call he does have that in here. This doesn’t seem like a great investment,” I observed.
“So what’s Garrison’s game then? I didn’t trust that assclown even before that bizarre rally, I’m sure he’s got an angle,” Reed said.
“Could be as simple as he’s hoping to rip us off. Maybe there’s HOA rules we don’t know about that would prevent us building more than one or two houses. It’s kind of notable this thing mentions costs to tear down the club but nothing about potentially subdividing the lot,” I noted.
“Yeah, if he was trying to make it more appealing as an investment he should have at least included like a sketch or something of that, I would think,” Reed said.
“So ... a thought,” I said, thinking out loud a little bit. I was starting to feel a concept that might be viable. “Maybe as the price of the land, particularly considering we would then have tear down and construction costs, it’s a rip off, but if we were just buying it with the intention of operating a fitness club it might not be a bad deal.”
“Uh, didn’t we just discuss why it would be tough to make money with this location?” Reed asked.
“So yeah, the location is shit, but what if we created something that would make people want to come?” I asked.
“Huh, and yeah I guess even if it doesn’t work out, if it helps us meet more women like Allie, do we really care if we lose money?” Reed asked.
I laughed. “Fair point, plus if we buy it out from under their noses and reopen it? That’ll piss them off,” I said. The idea of messing with these arrogant idiots had a sort of intrinsic appeal for me.
“I like that now I’m the one reminding you what the side project is really all about,” Reed said.
“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to be stupid. We have a lot of money but it’s not limitless. And some of us suddenly have no income,” I pointed out.
“By next weekend once the money is moved around I’ll be generating more passive income than I was making at work,” Reed said dismissively.
“We’ll see. You got that meeting set up for after Thanksgiving with the finance people?” I asked.
“Yessir. So what do you think next steps will be?”
“Whoa, we’re not going to move forward just like that. I know we have money and I know we want to mess with these guys, but we don’t want our first investment to be a total dog,” I said.
“Ok, so what’s your big idea to do this right? To make it at least break even?” Reed asked.
“So kind of leaning into the same idea as before but even harder,” I said. “We make it totally designed around it being a great place for women to escape. Make it more than just a health club too. Have a cafe and shit. Build a community. Make it a reason people from like these suburbs - Hendersonville and Gallatin - will drive an extra 10-15 minutes instead of just going to the local Gold’s. Let’s float it by the girls tonight, get their input.”
“You know, if we could get Miss 23,000 IG followers to endorse it, that could move the needle too,” Reed noted.
“Great call, maybe we can give her a small ownership share to endorse or something,” I said.
“Outside of Lexi none of them know about the money, right?” Reed asked.
“Correct, although they all sort of have to know we’re not exactly hurting at this point, right?” I pointed out.
“Yeah true. And I guess it’s not like we have to say we’d drop a million in cash on it or anything. For all they know we’d be financing it,” Reed said.
“Alright, well it’s at least worth checking out tomorrow. I mean for all we know the place could be falling apart or condemned,” I pointed out.
“Agreed, but if it’s not ... well we’ll just have to see about things,” Reed said. I could tell he was getting excited by the possibility.
“I would not have thought our first investment would be in bizarro Alphaville,” I mused.
“Me either, but it’s perfect in a way. A nexus for all the ladyfriends of those fucking losers,” Reed said.
“Indeed, we’re really just providing a service for the public good,” I joked.
“That’s all we are brother, fucking humble public servants.”
We decided to meet back at our rental place, leave the vehicles there, and get a rideshare to the restaurant. We all wanted to enjoy wine with dinner and didn’t want to worry about driving afterwards.
The restaurant’s vibe was more hole in the wall than fancy, but the smells wafting from the kitchen were wonderful. Lauren struck me as the sort of person who would not have vouched for a place she thought was anything less than excellent, so I was anticipating a quality meal. We were seated at a large circular table and had a playful argument over what wine to get, ending up subdivided into two camps. Team red - me, Brandi, Lauren and Rose - went for a high end bottle of Barolo. Team white - Lexi, Reed, Jackie and Allie - stuck with Pinot Grigio.
“So Allie, just curious, when did you learn about red and white wine?” Reed asked once we’d placed our orders.
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