Chapter 371: Settling Up

Who wants their orders from the sushi bar after they already start on the main course?

Kaipo had a seat at the table between Porter and Nalani.

Really? Come on. No one is going to take a picture of that look on his face.

“Kaipo is still hungry, so she is joining her family,” I told him. “I’m throwing the party, so I guess I have to try to get everyone their sushi orders before cake.”

The manager said, “You can’t do that. I don’t know you. Do you have a Health Department Card?”

Sorry. Owner overrules manager.

“David san,” an older Japanese man said from over by the kitchen. “Please. Come.”

I headed that way and told him, in Japanese, “Your manager is a dick and a moron. He has no clue what to do with someone that ate two of the ten-pound rice and crab stick rolls, as well as the ten-seat Hibachi challenge where he did all he could to rig to make us lose. Can I guess that he hired these kids who are pretending to be Itamae?”

“We will talk as you change. Much you do not know, yet,” the man explained.

I found that he wasn’t the owner, after all. He was the man who was all that kept this place from going bankrupt. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I learned that this place was part of several businesses I owned around my estate. Unlike all the other places I got from the families, this one was bought for me by Skylar because she knew I loved sushi. Her father had once arranged to have Mary and Corwin come here for her thirteenth birthday, making her officially permitted to take over the family if her father died. It was somewhere special for her, and she conspired with the staff at the estate to make this a bit of a surprise birthday party for Tess.

I am good with that.

The sushi chef uniform fit me like a glove, compared to the clothes I wore here. He took me to one of the big refrigerators specifically for the sushi-grade fish. The bins all had dates and times on them, plus something he said detected if the fish in them were at the point of discarding. I loaded up a cart with what I knew I needed from when I went to get the Wasabi root.

“Did they make the rice?” I asked.

A cute little eleven-year-old boy answered, “Any fool can badly slice fish to put on rice or make a roll. Only someone trained by a master can make the rice. My grandfather taught me to make the family recipe when I was five. I am better and faster than them all. I make most orders back here, and they never know it.”

“Come on then,” I told him. “Grab all your stuff so we can show who keeps this place from failing.”

He swapped out the stuff I had on my cart with those he had over in his area. We had mounds of prepared carrots, cucumbers, and a small amount of ground Wasabi root.

As we went headed toward the sushi bar, he told me, “I wish I weren’t a little kid still. You made ten times the amount of freshly ground wasabi than I can before my arms start to shake.”

I expected to wait to send the four sushi chefs around the counter. I didn’t need to bother. They were having a conference about how to make a roll they hadn’t ever made before.

“Get your asses over on the other side of my sushi bar. The kid will work out here instead of hidden away in the back doing the jobs of the four of you. Don’t move from your seats until I tell you to do so. You get to watch a middle-class white teenager and an eleven-year-old boy show you why you need to either go find a master or get out of this profession.”

As I spoke, the kid didn’t even look at the stuff they had been using. He threw it all out and restocked all four stations with what he brought with him.

“You four can count, right? That is your job right now. Two counts the pieces on my orders, and the other two count his.”

Damn for his little fingers and short arms. He is fast.

I watched him give me a shit-eating grin as he started getting creative. I recognized him doing many things I had done in Tokyo with Hinata’s family at that restaurant.

I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him from starting another order and said, “You can do better than just copy what you saw me do in Tokyo. An Itamae once told me that it isn’t about the fish or even the rice. It is about presentation. Use what you have as your paint for your canvas. I let myself go off someplace in my head in Tokyo. You do here what I did there to fix their issues. I learned this from a chef I met briefly.”

The family honor-bound to the people that helped them get here has ordered a fifty-piece boat because they knew I meant what I told everyone. I wanted them to get what they wanted and be sure they are full when they leave.

I slipped off somewhere in my head again. The kid had to shake my arm to get my attention. That family was there staring at the platter in front of them. It wasn’t worthy of hanging on a wall anywhere, but with what I found around me, I had done a pretty good job of making a portrait of the two parents. Around the edges, I had made rolls that looked like boy and girl symbols on restrooms. The diameter decreased in proportion to the age of their children.

I went around to put my arms around the adult’s shoulders and said, “Well, take a few damn pictures already. You need to eat it before it gets warm.”

I headed back behind the counter and started working on orders. When Tess brought me a piece of birthday cake, I stopped and turned the sushi counter over to the boy. He had it under control now.

A crying young woman came over to tell me, “I mean, no offense, but the kid makes a better sushi birthday cake than you.”

“Good. I expect that the kid will be making them as much as child labor laws will let him. The rest of the time, it is just going to be a Master Itamae or his apprentices. They tend not to have the imagination of a child anymore,” I explained. “Take a picture and go eat your candles.”

I got a hug before she went off to do just that.

Tess sat in my lap to feed me my piece of cake. Everyone was ready to go to their homes tonight, but the kids wanted to tell me goodbye.

Porter, Nalani, Shelly, and June were coming home with me tonight. I sent them on ahead.

“Frank,” I told Frank as I pulled him aside. “I know you speak decent Japanese, and I need to ask a bit of a favor. The older Japanese man and the kid behind the sushi bar are the heart behind this place. I need to find someone that can manage this place with their whole heart, not just for a paycheck. My friend’s family wouldn’t ever have entered this place years ago if it wasn’t the best around, if not on the whole island.”

“You are right about me knowing people, David. I wasn’t a closet officer. I got to know my men and women. I never went against the fraternization regulations, but nothing said I couldn’t go down to the mess to prepare or serve a meal. I went to every section to learn what happened there and why. I have ruined more uniforms being down in the guts of that carrier, helping do a greasy task I later caught hell from my second in command for doing,” he explained. “I will call around in the morning. I know many families in Japan who are very hard workers with some physical challenges that keep people from hiring them. I’ve not known you long, David, but I am sure that a manager with prosthetic arms and legs won’t be a problem as long as they can do the job. My kids will be here getting the kid behind the counter up to speed before he spends his mornings studying with a tutor instead of prepping for the lunch crowd. I don’t know the laws here, but there are exceptions. Being home-schooled here will give a lot more latitude. When stationed in Florida, the state had some way for home-schooled kids to work at their family’s restaurant, but the children didn’t get paid. It is somehow classified as a chore instead of a job. That was before my children were born, and I’m sure someone closed that loophole. I have your back here, man. Play with my kids and their friends. Soemone told me that that April wasn’t traveling with you to your next destination. I’m not sure I understood correctly, but I think they said she would be riding with something like three-dozen half-siblings.”

“I won’t go into it any more than to say one word, Harems,” I told him and left him laughing.

I don’t know how I ended up in a dank, cold basement under the sushi restaurant, but I did. I found a family crammed into some old storage room with a hole in the floor for a toilet. Cardboard boxes had been flattened and laid on top of each other to make mattresses.

A girl, barely wearing more than fabric sewn into the basic shape of a romper, came running down the hall toward me from the way I came in here. I was in an area with a burned-out bulb, so she didn’t see me until running right into me. When I picked her up to carry into the room, she started crying. I saw that she must be the older sister of the boy upstairs making sushi right now. She babbled out apologies in Japanese and tried to make something that sounded like English. Everyone looked over, and they all went pale, except for a three-year-old babbling away happily as they climbed around in a maze made from boxes.

She turned to them and said, in Japanese, “I am so sorry. Rei always comes down by now with food. I needed to eat, so I snuck up to where he hides to make nigiri and sushi. He wasn’t there. This big man got behind the counter to kick out imposters. He and Ren made orders together. They tried to outdo each other by making everything pretty, as grandfather taught before he died. I heard this big man now owns this place. I don’t want to go live in boxes again.”

“Kay,” I said in Japanese, having no clue how I knew her name. “You are smaller than your little brother. Go up and put on some of his uniforms. He can use the help making the orders. Tell him and your other grandfather that I told you to do it. Everything will be fine, Kay.”

She hugged me before running back the way she came.

As has happened lately, my implant pinged me to say there is a fully furnished four-bedroom apartment on the restaurant’s second floor. Someone told Skylar about the family. None of the people working here or this family knew it was there. The basement is where the dick of a manager said to them that this was their home. Upstairs got furnished by the man that brought the family here years ago. Skylar had it cleaned, stocked the refrigerator, and somehow got clothes for everyone in their family.

I didn’t end up here purely by chance then.

Kay came down, holding what she had been wearing. It had ripped when she tried to put it back on after Rei told her she needed to bathe before coming out where he was working. Kay didn’t mind me seeing her small tits and puffball of hair right above her clit. That was the only piece of clothing she had, and it couldn’t be fixed now. Her butt was too big to get into the pants, and the top made her chest hurt.

Over in a corner was the only thing that looked to matter to anyone. The family gave me scared looks when I went to pick it up.

“I know of hells where the sleazy manager will beg for someone to skin him alive because that will feel good compared to his fate,” I told the family in Japanese. “He didn’t know where you were to live but should not have put you in here. That is not the deal you made with the man who used to own this place that the manager failed to honor fully. Kay. It is never ok for someone to touch your body the way he told you to let him when he ripped off what little you had to wear. I’ve seen many girl’s and women’s bodies, and yours looks great for your age, but no one should see it. Come, all of you. I am showing you where the man who brought you here did honor his agreement with you.”

I took them up a stairwell no one used because of the door to the main level and above rusted shut. At the second level, I needed to tug hard on the door to get it to open. Our only path went down a hallway to a wooden door that I found unlocked. Inside was a bowl with door keys, and there was a letter on top. The original owner wrote it.

The family lit up as Kay read it to them. Here was their home, not the basement where they lived for the years since they came here. While they looked around, I ran Kay a bath.

“Come here, stinky little girl,” I said as I threw her over my shoulder and tickled her feet.

Her mom came in to sit on the toilet lid as I washed Kay. I got Kay wrapped in a towel and then dried her hair. In what was the girl’s room, I found clothes that did fit her. She tried five times to get my dick out of my fly to slide into her very wet pussy. I finally had to swat her butt hard to get her to cool off. Once dressed, I got her hair braided around her head and put it under the sushi chef hat. She did have a butt bigger than her brother’s, and it was very nicely on display. So were her half-baseball tits.”

I got her mother dressed in clean underwear and a pretty dress. Both came down with me. I went to Rei to tell him that his sister no longer smelled, and these were her clothes, not his. He had more up in the boy’s room. I let Kay fill him in.

When I went back into the kitchen, I found one of the staff that cooks take-out orders. I told them I had better hear of Kay and her family complaining about always being full. They could order any food they wanted to take upstairs to make meals. I got two gallons of milk that the mom took upstairs before coming back down to get food for her family.

I am getting out of here before I find more that I need to fix.

At the estate, the three girls were waiting for me in bed. Shelly was wet, ready, and spread.

“They said you can fuck me now, so do it already. I want Porter in me, but he is just going to have to settle for Nalani and June,” she told me.

Sorry, but not happening.

She wanted it for sure but slipping my finger in her was all it took to make her cum hard enough to be exhausted.

June was getting the shit fucked out of her by Porter. He fell asleep inside her, and she wasn’t far behind.

We all showered before they had to rush out to get to school on time. Porter double-checked Shelly’s spine brace. Over the last few days, someone made her a custom set of school uniforms. First, she got helped to put on a padded cover that caused her brace to auto-lock to the correct position when she was sitting down. Her shirts fit over it down to the top of her hips. Now the skirts were a different animal altogether. She had something that passed for panties, with elastic loops hooked over places on her brace. Everyone would still see her butt crack and ass cheeks when she walked or sat. Shelly went commando after peeing in two pairs of panties because she couldn’t reach around to get them loose. Her skirts had to be longer. Leaning forward still gave everyone a good look at her rosebud and split. She didn’t care anyway, not with her back in school with Porter and Nalani. June started going there next week after getting her head checked out.

I woke as my dick pushed through a cherry into a very tight pussy.

“David, san,” Kay said as she tried to fuck another inch into her pussy. “I am short and malnourished, but we are the same age. My parents will be disappointed in me for slipping away to make us both feel very nice. The man that you sent to the hell he deserves has been telling me how what he wanted to do to me would make me feel good like it does him. He wouldn’t try to push inside me if I rubbed myself as he watched and played with his dick. I liked how it felt and would do this with him to see if it felt like he said. My aunt told me doing this with you would feel good, but the man would only hurt me to make himself feel good. She didn’t tell me it hurt a lot to get it in me, but now it is starting to feel better. I don’t care if this gets me pregnant. I won’t stop until you have felt good inside me as many times as you can do it again. Only the woman who snuck me in here, you, and I will ever know. When you carried me to the bath, I knew I needed to do this with you before you went away. It is everything I hoped for and more.”

Enough talking. More fucking.

Kay’s has a pussy made to screw for a long time. I pounded her through dozens of.orgasms for her and five for me before the butler came in to tell me to finish up/ I needed to leave in fifteen minutes. I power-fucked Kay some more and pushed all nine inches into her when I came the final time. She was floating on air.