Chapter 279: Meeting the Families

Never thought of it that way. Mary and Skylar’s fathers had many wives. Did they not come from outside of their family?

Without the four girls here, I’m sure there will be other families who encourage their daughters to try to have me impregnate them, just to keep up with the Jones. They are going to be out of luck.

To keep from being a distraction from “business,” I went to my room to dress in shorts and a button-up, short-sleeved blue linen shirt, plus sandals.

I didn’t know how to call a meeting, so I went to the front desk and asked about the proper way to request a secure, un-bugged, un-monitored meeting room. The lady had no idea who I was but gave me the process and told me that there were two such rooms, but both had reservations. One was for the elder and the other for Darren.

“Great. Where can I find the conference room for Darren then? I’m sure he won’t mind me using it for a little while today,” I told her. “There are a few people I need to speak with about something important that isn’t for others to overhear.”

Not taking me at my word, she looked over the schedule to see that it was indeed free. Still, she wouldn’t give me a key or let me use that room but did tell me how to get to it, so that was something.

I don’t need no stinking key!

I went to the conference room and found I didn’t need a key. The door was unlocked.

When I turned in the lights, I saw a massive table with no less than fifteen chairs on each side with an expensive one at the head of the table away facing the door I used to get into the conference room. Curious, I went to the chair at the head of the table. I found buttons in a nook under the edge of the table. I found buttons for food, drink, “entertainment,” cleaning, and assistant. The other side had ones that locked and unlocked the door, caused the doors to close automatically, control a projection screen, and the lights.

Since I was hungry, I pushed the button for food and then one for the assistant. Both came through a door with a section of the wall panel on it to hide it.

The assistant took one look at me and called security before telling me, “Sir, I don’t care if you are God’s child, you are not permitted to be in this room without being invited. We tolerate a lot of abuse from our guests. This room is for Darren, the man now above the elder. I’ve not met him, but I’ve heard he is a very nice man. I’ve also heard it is best not to cross him lest you find yourself in a fate worse than death itself.”

Slabs of muscle, though smaller than me now, arrived, and the assistant told them to remove me. He was upset when they ignored him.

“Have you eaten today? I was just about to order something for me. You’re welcome to join me if you like, provided you let any staff who aren’t currently busy and want to join us to please do,” I told the assistant.

He insisted, as well as implied I was crazy, that I leave now. Darren would be furious to find me using his secured conference room to feed the staff and me.

I looked at the slabs of beef to ask, “You guys free for a bite to eat? I don’t want to take you away from doing your scheduled shift.”

One talked into his sleeve before saying, “Sir, we have been cleared to take one of our meal breaks at this time.”

“Great. Pull up a chair,” I told the security guys.

The assistant was now losing his mind. He pulled out a red hotel phone only to find it didn’t work inside here. Outside of the hidden door, I heard him discussing matters with the head of security, then his boss about the kid that wouldn’t leave Darren’s conference room and that I had asked him to invite the staff that wanted to eat with me to come on to the conference room.

More security came in, at his insistence. They looked at me, looked at the assistant, talked into their sleeves, and then asked if my invitation included them as well.

To the waiter, I asked, “Would it be a lot of trouble to bring up some of those metal pans you put over the flames to keep them hot? It seems I’m going to have a lot of the staff coming to join me. If you want, I don’t mind helping carry things up. I can’t cook worth a damn, but I can carry a lot and will even help with cleanup afterward. Some of the cleanups may have to wait until after my meeting later, though.”

“No need to assist Darren, but thank you for the offer. We always keep a large selection of foods ready for the two conference rooms. Our head chef ensured that you would have the best of everything he has to offer for when you request food service. Do you wish to have any wine or other spirits for the meal?” he asked as the assistant stood there staring.

I laughed a bit before saying, “I would love to have a large apple hard cider, but as the staff won’t be able to drink alcohol during the meal, then I don’t think it fair to them that I drink in front of them, not that I will have anything stronger than a hard cider.”

“Sir, we have a nice selection of non-alcoholic apple ciders if you would like,” he told me, and I said that would be great.

I had started on my second plate of food when a waitress came up to refill my cup. She was pretty, had lovely eyes, a pixie face, and a b-cup chest in an a-cup bra. It did give her cleavage. The way she did it made it look like she had deformed tits. The staff pants she wore were doing their best to not rip from how tight they were in the crotch. I could tell she didn’t have on any panties and had trimmed her bush very short so it wouldn’t show.

“Please excuse me for a little bit. I need to help my waitress out with something. Please continue without me,” I told them as the waitress went pale.

Once through the hidden door, she started to shake and finally said, “I will do anything you want, even if it hurts a lot. You’re long down there, and I’m still a virgin. I’ve heard other girls here say you are outstanding in bed. Take it slow, please, I do want to try to give you what you want.”

“Well, I do want to get you naked,” I told her as she started getting nervous.

Having already seen the plans for every inch of the resort, including hidden passages that no one had used in decades, based on her explorations, I knew right where the resort provided clothing for the staff. I walked the woman right in there and then stripped her. She looked confused, but the naked, or partially naked, staff women there didn’t seem to care that a man was in here, if that man was me.

The place in my head let me see into all the lockers and cabinets to find what I wanted.

First, I got the girl a 34-B pushup bra with specially made silicone inserts that let the bra do as much as it could for her cleavage without causing her breasts to look like someone shoved all the pillow fill to one end. As I went to find a better fitting pair of pants, and some spandex boxer-briefs, I stopped next to one of the dressed women on staff that I recognized from the resort last year. In her native language, I asked her to go find “David” while I finished my work. She took off in a flat run.

Back at the naked waitress, I got the bra adjusted as I told her, “The old bra gave you what you thought you needed. Epic fail, by the way. Now you have cleavage for the men and boys to see and now done correctly so the catty women won’t laugh about you not being able to show off your breasts without looking like a cheap whore. You’re too pretty, all of you women working here are, to be dressing to impress some obscenely wealthy dicks. Dress to impress each other. Show off to those who honestly care how you feel about yourself and look when doing your job.”

“David” arrived, naked, as I was explaining how the spandex boxer briefs would cling to her pussy without having to use too small uniform pants to do it. The tight pants also made her look cheap, which she wasn’t.

The women here were doing double-takes as David, via my implant, started doing an amazing, though very professional, braid in the waitress’s hair.

“When you wear those boxer briefs, you don’t have to trim your pubes short or shave them off, since both will make you itch. These pants are already form-fitting and padded in the crotch. You didn’t need to get two sizes too small to get the look you wanted. Every woman here must show off what she has, professionally, without making it obvious. It is what these people expect,” I told her as we worked her into the right sized pants.

The uniform pants were an interesting design. Somehow, they were a mix of stretchy fabric in the crotch and butt. They had regular material everywhere else. A bit of adjusting them had outlined the waitress’s pussy, making itself known without giving a camel toe. “David” had already finished with her hair, so the women in here decided he needed them to thank him properly. I declined their offers to thank me, too, saying that they could just thank David in my place.

On the way back to the conference room, I pulled the same waitress into a small area, locked the door, and pulled her to me. She energetically started tongue-kissing me right from the start. I pulled her butt close to me as we kissed. Once she was at the point of doing whatever she could get me to fuck her, I undid her pants. My hand slipped inside her pants, where I used her plentiful juices on her clit as I got her off. With her pants snapped again, we headed on to the conference room.

Just outside the hidden door, she stopped me to ask, “Why did you not let me give you my virginity for helping me? I never knew any male knew how to play with a girl between her legs better than she can.”

“Because you didn’t want me to take your virginity. You wanted to cum. Since it was my fault you got aroused, I helped you cum. Now you’re all cooled down, now,” I explained.

Everyone in the room looked up at us when we came in. I watched most of the people’s eyes followed the waitress as she moved around the room to refill drinks.

“Well, that didn’t take as long as you normally do Darren,” a woman on the staff joked. “You’re getting good to have her look so well fucked so quickly.”

“David didn’t slip his dick inside you while I wasn’t looking, did he,” I asked her. “I know I didn’t have sex with you, so it had to be him if you look well fucked, as your coworker put it. If he did, then that kid has a lot more talents than I’ve heard from some shared friends.”

I explained to everyone at the table that I just helped show her how to dress to properly show off her assets without looking like she was trying too hard, as she was before she changed clothes. They all agreed that the clothes were showing off her assets now, but not making it blatantly apparent that was what she was doing.

We all did our best to clean out the never-ending pans of food. The waitress ate with us when not doing her job waiting on us.

Does she even let herself eat? She had to pop the snap on her pants after eating healthily.

Once I helped load the warming trays on the carts, since they wouldn’t let me do more than that, I asked the assistant, “I’m new to all of this. How do I go about having the heads of these families join me for a meeting today?”

“You are new at this Darren,” he chuckled now that he realized I was a person, not a dictator or complete dick like most of the elite people here. “That is my job and that of those who work for me to make the needed arrangements. I can have them assembled here immediately if you like.”

“I would like them here in the next half an hour then,” I told him.

Might as well see if when I say jump, they ask how high.

I didn’t expect them to hurry to the room. It turned out that the elites were doing their best to get the seats closest to my end of the table. The powerful woman, who took the girls that moron purchased for me, came over with two of the girls following behind her. Both blushed as I looked at their naked bodies. They only had a few wispy hairs and small mounds so far. The powerful woman asked to speak with me, in private, while we waited on everyone to come in.

Once we were in the old man’s conference room, she told me, “We rescued over a hundred girls and twenty boys from where that imbecile purchased the girls. It has caused me some interesting problems as these kids aren’t stupid bastard children abandoned to fend for themselves. Each has average to above-average intelligence. They are also insomniacs, or at least they behave like them. I’ve had to hire fifty tutors to be available around the clock to keep up with their insatiable desires to learn. That isn’t my problem. It the backlog of the new client base I now have. As much as I tried to keep them from having sex with each other, and the other girls in my care, it was a lost cause.”

After someone interrupted us three times, she continued to tell me that the two girls were very good at making more money per customer than the women and girls older than sixteen. I started to get a bit angry when she told me that the girls weren’t getting on with men or women. Parents were paying through the teeth for her new girls and boys to be friends and confidants to the children of the elites with obscene amounts of money.

“I’ve was requested to observe a sexual encounter where one of the boys begged a girl to have her teach him what he needed to know to make a girl happy sexually. I started to get her when her father gave me fifty-thousand Euros to let her teach him. The boy was a complete gentleman, doing what she told him and didn’t scoff at her feedback,” she told me. “He was also naked, but never once rose to the occasion. Two weeks later, his mother paid me fifty thousand Euros to secure my girl’s services, as a coach, at the arranged, unchaperoned, night sleeping with the girl arranged to marry him. I observed via close circuit cameras as he showed his future wife that he was able to take care of her needs before his own. When the two emerged the next morning, both were clearly in lust with each other, and he never tried to have intercourse with her. Her family contracted for two boys and three girls to instruct their sons and some daughters, how to please their future spouses. My two girls have done an excellent job managing everything, including the one-hundred thousand Euros a month that family is paying for pre-teen and younger kids to be their children’s friends. Part of their agreement is that I provide tutors able to keep up with the learning speed of my kids. Upon returning, your other two girls will be going with me to supervise the older girls who have the needed skills to locate, and rescue, other children from what the four girls experienced. I had not expected that providing child companions to the children of those who can afford it would be so lucrative.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but Darren can continue his discussion with you later this evening. It is time for him to return to his meeting before half past the hour,” one of the girls told me as she went in front of me, with the other behind me, as they led me into the conference room.