Chapter 429: Bambi and More Foster Kids

“Did you just give a teenaged girl two credit cards with no limit?” Tina’s mom asked.

“Yep. I know that Bambi won’t go insane, and there isn’t anything around here where she can do all that much damage. Plus, she is ready to get home after having been here longer than expected,” I answered.

“How about some breakfast in town? I know this place you won’t believe,” I told them.

Tina’s dad asked, “If your friend took your car, are we taking our minivan?”

“No need. I have a car waiting for us outside,” I told him.

Waiting outside was a Lotus Evora GT and the owner from the driving school.

“Now I know why you said you needed a new car. I saw the look on her face when she lit up the Maserati’s tires going around the corner at sixty,” he told me. “A buddy of mine custom ordered this one and was stuck with it. I know how much you enjoyed your old Lotus, so he and I did a bit of horse-trading. Well, that, and your other Ferrari 308GTS Quattrovalvole that has been sitting in a car museum in Podunk, Florida, since Magnum PI ended. It got driven once and then hit by a kid in a golf cart rushing to bring the director some coffee. Someone called from Hawaii and said that the museum was in foreclosure, so I made some calls. My buddy wanted it so badly that he didn’t care that he would have to fully restore it for more than it would ever be worth. April has a heavily reinforced car seat in the back.”

Tina’s mom insisted on her husband riding in front.

I didn’t light up the tires, but Tina’s dad did have white knuckles when we arrived at my restaurant.

“Mr. Jones, a pleasure to see you again,” the woman at the greeter stand told me. “Right this way.”

We took our time enjoying the one-hundred-ten dollar-a-person breakfast. I wouldn’t have ever paid that much for myself, but the kid’s parents hadn’t gotten to have a meal like this even before having kids.

“So, how is it that you have so much money that you can blow it by letting your friend take my daughter shopping and pay more for breakfast that it takes to feed my family for a week,” Tina’s mother asked.

I gave a quick rundown of how I got Darren’s wealth.

We were about halfway through breakfast when Yuki asked if we minded having one more.

“Hi. My name is Yuki. Those are some of my girls that are visiting your sons,” she explained. “I thought David was the only one that made them act that way, but I see I was wrong. Oddly enough, your daughters turned them off, which was also a surprise. I can only hope that they, too, blossom like your girls have these last few days. Yours are the first males they have been around that doesn’t make them fight the urge to regurgitate at the thought of spending any time with them for any reason. Well, except for David. I had an idea of what was on their minds, but I’m not about to ask them what went on in that bedroom, and I suggest you don’t either. If it is what we all suspect, then so it is. If not, then they are still going to have the best times in their young lives. I do know that all six would move into your home or at least a new home with more room if I didn’t know that it would cause a world of problems for most people.”

I’m not going to listen in on their conversation.

“That is very odd that you happen to say something like that,” Tina’s dad mentioned. “We are here on vacation because we are moving into a much larger house after I got a completely unexpected promotion. My boss told me that I had earned his trust, and only a few have ever done that in his entire life. I am doing less than half of what I did before, but I have to travel a bit more. When I said our current house fit our needs perfectly, someone told me that we would never be allowed to foster special-needs kids in so little of a home.”

Tina’s mom said, “My husband’s boss loves our kids and comes over frequently just to hang out. His boss had seven children, but he has had a hard time of it between various uncurable ailments and a few that overdosed. The happy times for him were when we happened to let his kids stay over with us for a long weekend because they all came back with smiles on their faces that remained for days, even when some were terminally ill. He wants us to do that for kids that haven’t had a lot of happy times. If your girls don’t mind helping out with the housework, laundry, yard work, cooking, and other things everyone in my family does around the house, we would gladly take them in for a few months to see how they do. By then, they should be fucked out and more like siblings with my sons. I know you provide kids for those here who don’t have anyone else while their parents go to the driving school. We don’t have a lot of extra money, but we can try to work out some form of payment plan.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Yuki said with a laugh. “I’m not some sort of pimp. My family takes in those discarded by the world. Kids unwanted by their families or got where they didn’t want to be beaten into unconsciousness another time. You will have to make messes on purpose and soil your clothes many times a day to notice that they aren’t keeping up. Everyone we take in spends time in every type of service we provide, including laundry, yard work, and cooking. Many countries don’t have the same restrictions on the ages by which a person can work as a servant, butler, maid, landscaper, or mechanic. Yes, we have plenty of boys, girls, men, and women that choose to have sex because they love it, but we don’t let adults hook up with little kids. What we do allow adults to do with the little kids is spend time with them in a closely supervised, controlled environment. It takes a long time to work up to the point that these lonely people can get close enough to the child to tuck them in for the night after reading them a bedtime story. Those who come to us to rent time with a kid for a few hours gladly pay what you would consider an outrageous amount of money for each hour. We took in those six girls when they were between three and five. That is when their parents found that they were different than other children, so they abandoned them. All those who work for the family keep at least a quarter of what got paid for their time. Up until they hit puberty, the girls stayed occupied with people coming to see if they could beat the girls at things like Chess. When they hit puberty, they weren’t cute, smart little girls anymore, and those who came to spend time with them wanted to spend time with young children, not budding tweens. Those who were interested in them creeped them out. Each of them has over a million dollars in the bank waiting for them when they say they want to go out on their own.”

“So, you are telling me that they can fund their clothing and underwear purchases?” Tina’s father joked.

Yuki told him they wouldn’t need to because as they grew and required larger clothes, the girls had a number to call to have someone bring them what they needed and take the smaller clothes back to the family for younger kids to wear. As long as Tina’s family could afford to feed the girls, that would be their only cost, besides utilities and toilet paper. The girls knew how to make scented soaps and shampoos from inexpensive ingredients for them to use.

“I will need your new address so that I can get them enrolled in the correct grades in the local schools. All six will be two to three grades ahead of kids their ages, but I suspect so are your children,” Yuki told them.

Since the restaurant was now closed until lunch, I called a staff meeting.

“My name is David Jones, for those who don’t already know me. Many of you are doing a great job here, busting your ass day in and day out for a few dollars an hour plus tips or a mediocre hourly wage barely above the minimum. Since I am here, I thought I would take a few minutes to talk to you all about some significant changes to pay,” I said and let them groan. “I won’t go into the details of how, but I get ten percent of the restaurant’s net profits each day. I know what many of you are thinking and could use a piece of that for how hard you work. Well, that is the plan. I need good people who want to work here because they enjoy it, not because it is a paycheck. Here is the deal. I am going to pay you what I think you are worth, and if the manager or co-workers don’t feel you are earning every bit of that, you are out on your ass.”

“What else is new,” a guy asked from the back.

I had to laugh and then said, “Right to the point. Good. Bullshit takes too much time. The only way to have and keep the best is to pay them accordingly. Except for the high school kids that aren’t yet responsible enough to handle the extra income, everyone on wait staff is going to start earning ten dollars an hour plus tips, starting with lunch today. Everyone else over eighteen is getting a five-dollar-an-hour raise. Management will only be getting their raise when they show that they have the balls to fire the people who suck to allow us to get in the people that are willing to bust their asses. Now hear this, I’m not belittling anyone working here or who will ever work here, but I do know that if you had a chance to do something better for more money, you wouldn’t be working here. If paying you more helps you get to that better job, then, by all means, get the hell out of here the first chance you get and don’t look back. There is always another like you who needs that little bit of help to be the best possible. I will leave you with this to think over. If the restaurant isn’t making money, everyone will have fewer hours. You know if you aren’t pulling your weight. So will your co-workers. Step up your game or step out. Now, if you have life shit going on, talk to the manager. If they can’t, or won’t help, call the number I will have posted on the bulletin board. I will ensure that they will give you all the help they can, provided you want help, and you aren’t looking for a handout or are full of shit.”

I went on to explain that I was serious. Addiction, abuse, debt, and even issues with the law were on the table.

I did ask two girls and a guy to come with me back to my table.

“Have a seat,” I told them.

I looked at Yuki and said, “I brought you three more to join your family, Cat, Abby, and Tom. They are thirteen, live in a wooden enclosure they built from pallets, bathe in the bathroom here each night after work, and got kicked out of their homes last year. They also love to fuck like rabbits, which is why each found themselves kicked to the curb. Sadly, no one will miss them or bother to even look for them when they tell the manager they have lied about being eighteen and then quit.”

“Kids,” I told them. “Yuki is a friend of mine. She will take excellent care of you until you decide you want to head out on your own. Yuki isn’t a madam, not in the least. She can offer you a wide range of things you can learn and try out to see if that is your niche. One of those is getting laid all you want, and getting paid for it, but not like a prostitute. You three would screw all day and night if you had a safe place with people you knew weren’t going to hurt you or turn you in. I know of kids that would drop ten thousand dollars to sit on the bed with you, both fully dressed, to have the chance to talk with a guy or girl. If you choose to do more than talk, that is entirely up to you. Anyone who comes to see you will know the ground rules you specify. If you like to get knocked around, but not too hard, then that is what they can make sure is available to kids around your age that are into that, for an extra fee.”

Cat asked, “Miss? Yuki? I like it in all three holes, all day, every day. Are you serious that I could get that all I wanted and get paid?”

“Yes, and no, Cat,” Yuki said, and we all saw the sad look on Cat’s face. “Guys seriously have dick hang-ups. We may be lucky to find you three that will do you simultaneously, but two isn’t that hard. In addition to the money we put in your bank account from the fees paid, you also get all tips they pay on top. You will be part of our family, which means that we care for you as our own. The room, board, and food are all covered. If you want a Sex Box, Pay Station, Lentenho Bitch, then you are buying it. Clothes are a bit of both. If you like what we have in the closet or dressers, then you are set. If not, you buy it yourself. Those you buy are yours, and you keep those in your room. No one will touch them unless they ask you first.”

“When are we leaving?” Cat asked in all seriousness.

I went to settle the bill while the three kids cleaned out their lockers, told the manager they had lied, quit, and headed out with Yuki to get what few possessions they had hidden away.

On the drive back, Tina’s mom was in the front seat.

“I can’t believe you just took three kids off the street and sent them into slavery,” she snarled.

I slammed on the brakes, pulled off the road, turned to her, and said, “One, I did not sell anyone. I know for a fact that those three kids were only alive because they had learned somewhere how to watch their backs and hide their tracks back to where they were finding shelter for a few days before finding somewhere else. See the black A-Team type van and old green eighties sedan? One is a sex trafficker. The other goes around to kidnap kids to make child porn. Both pay heavily for tips about finding runaway kids and even more if the leads pan out. Yuki wasn’t here to talk to you about her girls. That was just a happy coincidence. Yuki beat those assholes to the three kids. They saw her leave with them, so they know not to mess with her, but that doesn’t mean they will not come after me to try to recoup their losses. Unfortunately for them, they have no fucking idea who I am other than some rich guy that got the kids to go with Yuki. You are in no danger, but I am making sure that they don’t lose sight of me.”

She looked down and said, “I’m sorry, David. I thought we were saving those girls from her. I didn’t know.”

“Now you do, so let me get those fuckers what they deserve. They are greedier than they are smart. I’ve gotten information that the van has three kids in it right now. Each got drugged in a way that makes them appear happy to be there while not looking high. The child porn woman in the sedan has thousands of hours of video on micro SD cards hidden all in places like the inside of the eight-track tapes that came with the car when she bought it from a man whose mom that drove it Sunday to church and Tuesday to the store, and that is it. I already have things set up near the hotel after I drop you off and pick up a few of Yuki’s security team. They all look about twelve but are all highly-trained adults who can blend in with her kids to be bodyguards when needed,” I told them.

Believe me or not. You will see it when the local networks interrupt their programming to report the arrest.

I had the man-in-the-machine’s AI coordinate everything. Both cretins had gotten tips that I would pick up the three runaways to take them back to my complex. One would make it appear that she was giving me the slip and getting away. It didn’t matter where the van parked. She would head right toward them and get captured. Yuki’s security knew what the man used, so they had already taken a form of antidote to neutralize it. Once the dick thought she wasn’t going to be an issue, he was coming to take the other two, or at least try. The kid porn woman would try another tactic, which would so happen to leave her car in a place that the state cops already had a warrant to search.