Chapter 384: Routines

I’m okay with that way more than you can imagine.

The girl found her uniform clothes laid out on the bed next to where I had some slightly dressy shorts and a button-down shirt for me. She was funny, though. I couldn’t use a towel to dry between her legs, but she was fine asking me to use some scissors to cut back all the hairs on both sides of her gash. They made her uncomfortable because they curled into her split to poke her like a whisk broom.

I don’t need the place in my head to confirm that she is, as she said, a little girl who happens to be very tall with a mass of thick pubes. I can’t even do anything about them. It will cause her even more doctor’s visits and testing.

I was heading out to find food when Ona pushed me back into the room with different clothes for me.

“David,” Ona said. “Change of plans. You have four personal guests who arrived a short time ago. Today you have meetings with suppliers and vendors. What you are wearing would be fine, if not for the arrival of one of your guests. We must now dress you up, or you will look like a slob in comparison. Trust me, this is my job, and I do it very well. Thanks for not being mad that Noss brought you a guest last night. I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but you were scared and in a cold sweat. We got worried. I never met the girl before, but she has terrible nightmares and having a bad night last night. You helped each other get a good night, and part of the day, sleep. The suppliers and vendors aren’t going to be complaining anyway. They brought their families to let them out of the doghouse with their wives from coming to a nudist resort. Their children are all under ten, so no worries with our elite clientele on that front.”

My parents wouldn’t come here because they don’t want to be around these people and are devoted to their new jobs. Who came here that would be my guests?

Where she took me to eat was out in one of the restaurants for teenagers only. Even compared to the staff, I was over-dressed.

“David,” I heard a familiar voice call out as I caught the blur of a girl who jumped into my arms. “You’re the best big brother ever. Someone conspired with my mom about Spring Break. I went to sleep last night and woke up here, naked with no clothes anywhere, in a big bed. The bathroom is twice the size of your bathroom at your house. A group of sweet girls came in to help me trim what I wanted to keep and waxed off the rest, and then they fed me breakfast while I had a mani-pedi and my hair done. I used to be envious of how you had all the naked girls you wanted anytime you wanted them. My god, I’ve never seen so many different dicks in so many colors and shapes. It took me four tries to come out to walk around without me needing to get myself off. Do you know that they serve kids booze?”

“Not sure why you are here, Chrissy. I hope you have a good time. I’m going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days doing real work. There should be girls that speak English, somewhat, that you can hang out with or boys that you don’t need to speak English to get yourself laid. Just be warned only to use your first name, and you can’t tell anyone about home. These people are like Corwin, Skylar, and Mary,” I explained.

Chrissy got down and said, “I know, Alani told me when she saw me walking around in a haze. You keep making beautiful babies, David. Skylar and Mary told me that they need you to swing by to service your harems tonight. It won’t take long because she said they want to keep your sperm count high. I’m going to be an angel when I get home. Skylar told me that if I didn’t get my shit together, I was going to end up living in your harem all summer long. There are so many girls and women in there that want to have you do them to get them pregnant. No wonder you don’t ever try to force yourself on a girl for sex. Two weeks with all of them should do you for the whole year.”

Alani came over to pry Chrissy from my arms so that Alani could hug me too. The two took off toward a table of boys, who were drinking watered-down alcoholic lemonade, like a pack of lionesses in heat. Each guy’s dick showed they had fucked enough recently to be a bit red. With the light buzz they kept going, Chrissy would be getting all the dick she wanted on her terms.

None of them have a clue if she is from an elite family or not. Going around with Alani and jumping into my arms will keep them confused.

“Uh, David,” I heard from behind me. “Can we go somewhere private for a few minutes? I have a lot of questions.”

I turned around to find Molly’s older brother there with a big tent in his shorts. Dolly came over from somewhere to give me a big hug for letting her come here on their Spring Break. It was going to be the best she had ever had in her life.

After he slipped into the bathroom to resolve his most urgent problem, he shifted around on his feet, looking nervous. I was hungry, so I grabbed a plate and dumped some of the hot fries on it from the basket that just came from the oil.

He finally got down to saying, “I have no clue how to act around here. Dolly told me that I couldn’t be in this place here since I’m twenty, but I needed to ask you questions. The biggest one is that do I need to find rubbers somewhere? I don’t want to get any diseases or get someone pregnant. I couldn’t afford to buy them one of these people’s shoestrings, must less afford to support a kid. What is the whole first name thing about? Can I eat all I want, anywhere I want, and drink any alcohol, even the stuff that is ten-thousand dollars a shot? It can’t be real here.”

“Let me tackle the name thing. Things have changed recently, but in general, if not for a long-standing agreement to a cease-fire to let them all have a vacation at the same time and place, they would exterminate each other. That includes women and children. They are grouped in bloodline families going back centuries, each group having one man or woman that leads their family businesses. Those top one-hundred billionaires you hear about each year that most of the world believes are at the top of the food chain? They aren’t. Compared to these families, they consider those billionaires merely one step up the ladder than servants. While they know the other families here, most have no clue where the others live and don’t talk about their homes because they don’t want to get exterminated by someone looking to expand their family’s businesses. As I just told Chrissy, if a girl wants to hook up with you, then have fun. Everyone allowed into the resort gets checked for STDs. Unlike in our world back home, if a girl gets pregnant here, that is their problem. Most are expected to be virgins when they marry, but many of the ones here that are still virgins are under fourteen. They will know you aren’t one of them and that you are my guest. What that means for you is that you are going to get as much pussy as you want. I can’t even begin to go into their logic. Just be cool. If a man comes up to you and asks you off to the side to talk, you will get asked to, discretely, fuck his wife or one of his married daughters to be a sperm donor. I’m not shitting you. Some of these guys can’t get the job done and need to have as many children as possible to show the others in their families their virility. It is fucked up. Like Bart, Camden’s bother, you aren’t from in their world, so no one is trying to backstab someone else by knocking up another guy’s wife or daughter. It is a once-in-a-lifetime fantasy vacation for you. Eat, drink, and be ready to go hide out in your room to give your dick a rest. The one thing you can’t forget is that you can’t force anyone to have sex and keep your hands off the kids. That is likely to get you killed on the spot, not that you would want to mess with kids when you are getting raped by horny wives trying to get knocked up.”

“Why would one of these men have me get their wives pregnant when I’m a nobody to them?” he asked.

I laughed before telling him, “Because you are a nobody to them, but aren’t staff. As an aside, you getting their wives pregnant adds chlorine to their inbred gene pool.”

He seemed cool with that, which is good because my implant showed me that he hadn’t made it ten feet outside before a man, with two slabs of suited beef, led him off to the side to chat. My implant showed me the look on his face as the man asked if Molly’s older brother could “help” with a delicate matter involving his daughters needing someone to scratch their itches. He came in his pants when he saw the daughters in question. They took that as him agreeing and quickly headed off with him to parts unknown.

Ona came to get me and led me through the staff hallways to meet the suppliers first.

“So, I see you met three of your four personal guests. I’ve been ordered, in a way I’ve never permitted anyone to do, to brief you on your last guest,” Ona told me. “Someone cleared an entire section of the psych ward on the ship to provide her a place where she cannot hack her way to freedom or defeat the physical security measures. I’ve not met anyone like her before, and she scares me. The psychopaths and sociopaths in the area where she got locked down complained until this person spent a few minutes with each of them. They were scared too. Your change of clothing is more for appearances than anything else. She isn’t wearing a thing. You will see momentarily.”

We still had a way to go, but Ona only gave me details on the suppliers, what products they supplied, how much they wanted to charge us, and how much we were willing to pay. These deals could net the salesperson millions of dollars a month in commissions. Tens of millions if we were to accept that they were giving us their bottom price, which was a minimum markup of four-hundred percent over their costs, and we had our ships and planes to get it from them. The biggest thing keeping them as suppliers are because I hadn’t changed them out, not because they were the only ones around. When talking about millions of dollars in production from each supplier each month, every percent impacted my bottom line. Even if I didn’t care about how much I made from here, it wasn’t a profitable business practice to let them screw me on pricing. Some were part of the family businesses of elite families.

The vendors are those who run the various shops on the island. Some had complaints, while others weren’t always doing as their contract stated. I would meet with each one, including those doing as contracted, without any grievances. It was another part of my job as the owner.

When we went to where I was to meet the first supplier, I was surprised to see Alani and some older adult males from her family. She was in the seat that faced where I was to sit. She stood, came around to shake my hand, and introduced me to the members of her family that were in charge of different things that the resort bought from them.

You are all business, Alani. Way to go!

“We are both new to these processes, David, but this is business,” Alani explained. “My mentors have cautioned me not to allow our friendship to intervene with business negotiations. I must separate business relationships from personal ones at these times. You know I have complained about the responsibility I have as the head of all my family. Today I get to see firsthand why I’m not responsible for the day-to-day management of each of my family’s businesses.”

Is that a nasty evil grin on your cute face Alani?

Everyone who had sat down but soon stood up again. I couldn’t see why. When I turned to see who came in, I was surprised that I saw someone who looked like a ringer for Molly. The woman wore a form-fitting dress costing thousands of dollars, a thin gold necklace, and a large diamond ring and wedding band. Her hair was cut professionally. She picked up one of the tablets at the place where she sat next to me.

“Shall we begin?” I asked the room.

The first of Alani’s uncles sold us laundry detergent, of all things. He started going into a sales spiel, but I waited for him to take a breath to tell him that I had no idea about laundry detergent or pretty much any of the other things we bought here. I could get the proper people in here for him to discuss the products he had available. I explained that the meeting is to discuss what we paid for what we bought from him, not to change things right now.

Ah. That is why Alani has that nasty grin on her face.

She cut off her uncle’s attempt to keep selling snake oil with, “You are correct, David. Your time is in very short supply. Let us get down to the business at hand.”

He gave me the current contract price per shipping container, the annual percentage increase, and the costs for shipping.

“A quick question,” I interrupted. “You show a section for shipping costs. Are those what you pay to have it shipped to your warehouse or dock?”

Does he look shocked that I am asking about shipping?

He took a few seconds to get his thoughts together and then replied, “These are the shipping costs related to getting the product to your resort.”

“I’m confused, then. Ona, my assistant, briefed me that we handle getting it from the supplier’s warehouse and handling it when it arrives here. I do have a few college degrees, but it looks like I must go back to get something in a business area,” I said. “This seems like an administrative error in your billing department. It should be no problem to have those charges credited back to my account since I became the owner of this resort. I will let my accounting team look over all the line items more closely, but I see a fuel surcharge, port charges, and a few other things that don’t look like they are related to costs I should be paying. I’m only buying the laundry detergent plus paying sales taxes at the point of delivery.”

Ah, that is why Alani looks like a hungry lioness ready to pounce.

“I know you are new to this, so you don’t know that is a cost of doing business,” he said, sounding like a used car salesman.

I looked him in the eyes, watching him get a shiver, and said, “Oh, I am new to this business, but I remember high school economics class. Companies where I take their wholesale cost, add on the costs to get at the point of sale and then divide by the number of items to get how much they paid per item or quantity. A store can’t sell it for that price, or they don’t make money. They raise the sales price to cover their costs and make a profit. If I want it sent to me, then I expect to pay the shipping charges. If I go to the store, I won’t pay a shipping charge. How do you run your business? High school economics don’t teach how to balance a checkbook, whatever that is, anymore, and my dad said that was about all it was useful for when he went to school.”

Did Alani just cum? She looks like it, or she is damn embarrassed by me calling her uncle out.

“No, David, we run our business on those same practices. We charge all of our customers these fees, but you are the only one who picks up at the location where our supply delivers to us. Customers always question these fees, but I see you are correct that you should not be paying them,” he told me.

Wow! He is slick. I feel slimy now.

I told him that we would expect to see a credit toward our account by the start of business on the Monday after the end of this two-week vacation. Now that we had that all resolved, we could talk numbers. That is when it got interesting. He gave his spiel about his costs increasing, so he needed to pass it to his customers.

The others noted that they, too, needed to correct some “default” charges and credit those back to me. I didn’t know all the little things we buy in bulk. I could get toilet paper, but I wouldn’t have thought the same for purchasing furniture each month.

I will dig into that a bit deeper. We aren’t renovating, so we shouldn’t need to purchase a thousand dressers a month unless they are crap.

The Molly doppelganger waited for them all to finish before asking, “Why should David continue to do business with any of you as suppliers?”