Chapter 373: I’m the Boss, Again, Sort of

What am I doing for the next ten minutes while she showers?

I got a shower, but with extremely touch-averse, non-verbal kids staying at the resort. A few I power fucked as I brought them off with the place in my head. Others I washed any part of them I could reach. The spot in my head showed me that the energy I send out was filling the room. It only affected a quarter of them. Whatever else it is about me affected the rest.

The guys can pop the girl’s cherries, as they give them their own, but I’m popping their eggs.

I found that they were all ready to fuck, hoping to get somewhere that would let them get laid for the first time. When I was drying off, I had the place in my head show me that they all got off at least once. Besides ensuring the girls didn’t have cum leaking out, they were ready to go with me to breakfast. I did Alani’s hair up to make her look like a queen. She had jewels, ribbons, and everything.

“I wish you didn’t have to get dressed, David,” A little girl told me. “I like how it feels to have your body touching mine with nothing between us.”

At breakfast, I had part of that group come walking in with me. I had no problems seeing the surprised looks to see the kids naked. We ate, and then I had to leave to greet the incoming guests. I noticed a group of my staff holding clothes for each of the kids at the table. Almost all of them rushed out to jump in the hot tub across from the restaurant. They weren’t touching each other, but only just barely.

One mom came over to walk with me and ask, “Did you have some gas or something you put in their drinks to keep my kids from screaming when their bare butts touched the towels under them or the back of the chairs? They hate hot tubs and pools because of the chemicals. Can you tell me the secret?”

“If someone ever finds out, they will have to tell me. It is something that I can’t explain, but I don’t mind seeing people who haven’t been able to stand anyone touching them get that little bit of peace,” I told her.

My assistant explained, “We have hired some very inventing staff, including some with special requirements, like your children. They have learned how to deal with it. One of them created a type of nose plug. It is all-natural and provides them with a scent they found calms them. It won’t come out when swimming. A few squirts of a saline formula will cause it to dissolve to where they can blow it out. It does have a side effect. If that is positive or negative depends on perspective. With scent playing a significant role in the tastes of foods, they won’t be as opposed to so many foods. All of those at David’s table already ate a large meal half an hour before breakfast.”

“Why would that be a bad side effect,” the woman asked, confused. “My kids barely eat anything, and that must get prepared in a precise way.”

“From her examination, your daughter hit puberty three months ago,” my assistant answered. “No one noticed due to her eating habits. When a nurse put in the nose plugs in David’s suite, she drank down a half-gallon of concentrated protein drink. Her stomach bulged out like a full puppy. All through the night, she would eat whatever she found until sated, go back to sleep, and repeat. The observations indicate that she never slept longer than thirty minutes at one stretch before waking to eat again, much like a newborn. Now your son has a much larger stomach and chooses high-protein meats. Each time he ate multiple one-pound steaks.”

The light came on as her face contorted into one of horror.

As I walked out in front of the check-in area, I saw a man walking up. I knew he had a wife and a houseful of kids.

“Welcome,” I told the man.

“Glad to meet you face-to-face, David,” he told me. “I understand that you were surprisingly hospitable, given your previous lack of financial resources. My niece found it very unexpected that you treated her like a friend from down the street instead of an incredibly wealthy and powerful woman.”

“Where is your niece,” I asked.

He thought it over a minute before saying, “She has some female issues. The medical staff told her that she wasn’t going anywhere until this evening, at the earliest. When my brother died, his wife and her older brothers died, my niece was next in line, even if she was barely considered an adult. For any reason you wish to choose, my wife and I cannot conceive a child or have success with artificial insemination. We pretty much adopted my niece when she was only a few years old. She requested that I see to getting us checked in. I’ve am told to expect some of our party is staying elsewhere. It is not my decision, but even if they were my children, I would do all I could to request they stay there permanently.”

“Your niece chose to give David a power of attorney to address any business matters, or family discipline, as he sees fit,” one of the lawyers explained. “It was her preference to have multiple issues addressed simultaneously, including some dental work. They will be putting her to sleep for the duration of the scheduled procedures. Any decisions required of her position go through David until released by the medical staff.”

To me, the lawyer explained, “We contacted Corwin regarding this urgent need of medical care for the young lady. She suggests that you temporarily have the powers needed to take care of her family, as they are at your resort. No business discussions regarding this family will get held until Corwin decides the head of their family can fully participate without being under the effects of narcotics. Your assistant has already begun addressing any changes in room requirements.”

“Well, if that isn’t a kick in the balls,” the girl’s uncle said. “Between us, it is a relief all the shit falls on your shoulders and not mine. My parents weren’t morons and realized that I’m not cut out for their business.”

He headed on in and talked with my assistant.

When my assistant came back over to me, I asked, “What is your name anyway? Whenever I have tried to ask, you have been excellent at changing the subject.”

“Ona or Zuhr, your choice,” she told me. “They aren’t my real name, but you can understand my reasons for that subterfuge. Darren made very nasty non-lethal suggestions on how a family might choose to address distasteful matters. In some cases, he took some action. You scare the shit out of these people. Some inbred moron killed a lot of people to kidnap your daughter. Who tells all the leaders of the world to stay the fuck out of your way? Not a seventeen-year-old nobody from a middle-class neighborhood. Nothing stopped you from getting your daughter back, and you didn’t kill anyone or have them killed. I don’t have that luxury. Does it matter what name you choose as long as I come when you call?”

“Ona works for me. I wouldn’t ever be comfortable calling you, Number One,” I joked.

We were interrupted.

“Day-Id,” April squealed as she squirmed free from Elena’s dad to run to me.

April is dressed very nicely, which is a surprise since she can run around naked all she wants.

Elena’s dad took his time walking up to me.

“You can have a discussion with my daughter about this, as it is her idea,” he told me. “She felt it would give a strong statement for April to be out here with you as you greet the arriving heads of families. I’m pretty sure April understood her when Elena asked if April wanted to do this with you. When April woke up from her nap, April asked for her dress-up clothes. She didn’t want to be naked. Elena is taking the girls up to our suite.”

“Bye-bye, Mr. Elena’s Daddy,” April said as he went inside.

He thought that was cute as hell.

A young-looking couple came up with a kid in tow and a baby in a carrier.

“Hello. Welcome,” April said. “I’m April, and he is Day-id.”

That is new.

The man got down on one knee, looked April in the eye, shook her hand, and said, “Hi, April. Nice to meet you.”

“She is polite for such a young girl,” he told me as he shook my hand. “I can only hope that one day my children will learn to behave that well. None of my forty-three nieces and nephews come even close. When my parents died with the others, every brother, sister, niece, and nephew eighteen or older put hits on the others or killed them outright. In a way, I am happy things turned out as they did. My father had some below-board businesses that I disapproved of and quickly sold them to the first sucker who offered a shitty price.”

April took the hand of the little kid and walked the family inside. She skipped back outside happily. For the rest of the morning, April had a blast greeting the heads of families as they arrived. After lunch, she had me pick her up to hold her while she took a nap. Ona got me a carrier that let April face forward with a pillow ring that kept April’s head from falling forward while sleeping. When she woke, she had me put her down so Ona could take her to the big girl’s bathroom.

Ona is dumping me for my daughter.

We had a big surge of heads of families streaming through up until I took April to get us some dinner. The minute I told her we finished for today, April handed her clothes to Ona. Two minutes after that, Ona had my clothes as well, per April’s assistance.

“Saying hi all done,” April announced.

If fate was intervening, well, Ona, at least, we walked into the same restaurant where Tia and Tara were eating with their babies and husbands.

Both girl’s eyes went wide to see me walking up to them, holding April’s hand, with us both naked.

April tugged my hand as she went over near the babies, well twelve-month-olds, and said she pointed at them, “Day-id’s babies.”

Only Tia, Tara, and their husbands could hear her. The kids were squirmy until April was standing in front of them. She sniffed and quietly told Tara that a baby needed a change. It was Tara’s baby. That shocked her even more than April and I walking up to them.

“Sorry,” she said, looking down at the floor for a second. “Hi, I’m April.”

She greeted Tia and Tara correctly, by name, before shaking the hand of the baby’s daddies. That she said in the voice that kids her age have, which clearly carries across the whole room. She got them to lean down and whispered something in their ears. I saw their eyes go wide, look at their wives, and then request to speak with me privately. Ona was there to take April to our table, but April asked to help feed the babies.

When we were somewhere “private,” one of the men said, “You little girl is something else. How did she know the babies are yours?”

“Fuck that,” the other said. “How could your daughter know that Tia is pregnant? One of my brothers drugged me, had a doctor remove my balls, and put in ones the same shape and size. He didn’t want any chance that I would father children to challenge his ascension to the head of the family, and a lot of good that did him. He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and one woman’s husband took umbrage with my brother trying to create another bastard. My brother went for a swim, from ten-thousand feet, with his dick in the man’s wife, and the two duct-taped together.”

“Brutal,” I replied.

“They had a parachute, and it opened at the right height. Both were alive when hitting the water. A fitting end since my brother threw me into the pool when I was a baby, yet he never learned to swim. Karma if you believe in such,” he said.

“Do you know how much it would screw me over for people to find out that I can’t father children either?” the other man asked. “If my little girl grows up that polite and discrete, I would go through hell to get her back too.”

“I’m hungry, so let’s cut the buttering up shit,” I told them. “I have no idea how someone got my sperm to inseminate your wives. I know for sure I would never think about screwing a girl under fourteen. One, who just turned thirteen, has a two-year-old, one-year-old, and three-month-old infant. You couldn’t have missed hearing about Tia and Tara looking all over to find me after we met when I was on a school trip to D.C. I think they would have liked to have gotten them pregnant by me back them, but that would mean we had somewhere to hook up. April must be psychic because she picks up on these things. I doubt my assistant, Ona, would ever tell me if someone milked my cum into a bottle when I didn’t notice. I hope they are pregnant. You seem like nice guys, and they love you both very much. I’m sure I’m supposed to know what your businesses are and stuff about you, but I don’t. For that matter, it is none of my business anyway.”

Tia’s husband said, “You are as discrete as people have praised you for being. We can’t exist in our world and keep our wives happy if we don’t let them have that one man that they can screw without pissing us off. I had to sign a pre-nuptial agreement that she could fuck you anytime you would give her your cock. If you want to give her your sperm the old-fashioned way, you have my blessing, as long as you do it in private.”

Back at their table, I saw April with foods the babies didn’t like, but they were eating them. One tried to spit out what they put in their mouth and stopped when April stared them down.

“Molly and her sisters babysit April and my siblings,” I explained. “Yes, that, Molly. I see she is learning more from her than how to be a fish. Somehow Molly taught April how to sleep on her back in the pool. Craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”

April finished feeding the babies, said goodbye, and pulled me into the kitchen to eat. They sent us right back out to sit in a booth. It wasn’t sanitary for us to be naked in the kitchen. They didn’t care one bit that I owned the place.

When we finished eating, April said, “Elena said I sleep in her room with girls.”

Ona appeared out of the woodwork to take April’s hand to lead her to Elena and her father’s rooms.

Not a bad night to walk around to see the sights.

It was nice to see the kids playing around as they enjoyed the freedom not given to them for the rest of the year. I didn’t expect to feel April close by when I got near one of the bigger pools. She was arguing with a woman who happened to be babysitting April and her two sisters.

“I’m a big girl, not a baby,” April insisted.

In a veiled condescending tone, the woman replied, “You are a big girl, April, but this isn’t a pool for a little girl. It is for bigger girls and boys. It is too deep for you to play in.”