Chapter 455: This Isn’t How You Fucking Party

Oh, what fun this party is going to be tomorrow.

Becky and I worked out the fun for tomorrow, so she wasn’t angry anymore but was horny. We fucked all over my penthouse before she dropped on the bed. I cleaned us both before spooning up behind her for the first time I can remember. She never slept over after working on getting pregnant again.

In the morning, she got up early and asked, “Do you think I should keep any pussy hair? I like being bare, but it shows I’m a woman, you know?”

We decided that I would permanently burn away the roots on the hair from the bottom of her pink canoe backward and clean up her triangle to keep it from coming within half an inch of the V going down between her legs. I burned that hair right above the root to make it fall out and look like she was waxed. I burned away all the other hair below her neck while we were in the shower. I didn’t remove the roots under her pits or on her legs. Instead, I changed them to return to a pre-puberty state if she changed her mind. If I triggered her body to generate one of the hormones only created during puberty, it would start to grow again.

“Oh, before I forget, I made some changes the boys will not like very much. I’m okay with getting the girls to wear bathing suits that are transparent when wet. They required it of all their sisters and cousins to be allowed to join the party. It isn’t like they don’t already see them naked for at least two weeks a year each spring when going to nudist resorts for that annual vacation with all the other elite families. Most girls in the family tend not to wear much at home or have much privacy,” Becky explained while I slowly fucked her from behind. “Before I knew about all the bullshit going on, I arranged for the boys to find that I’m not letting that shit fly anymore. All of them will find their mankini pouches and trunks become transparent but don’t stop being see-through once dry, like the girl’s suits.”

Over breakfast, we worked out for me to go down and make myself seen, and then I would go into the main office area for a bit. Sometime later, Becky planned to arrive and call the family heads to her meeting. She would have those not here on the video conference call. When the party was in full swing, I would “let” myself into the conference room to angrily drop the three worthless sets of faked cards onto the table and demand what the fuck was going on. They told my staff that each was supposed to be worth tens of thousands of dollars but turned out to be worthless fakes.

I did have a lot at the resort to keep me busy while waiting for the right time. That happened right after the conference room ordered coffee service after lunch. I gave them a chance to have a steaming cup and start sipping at it before I came in.

I burst into the conference room to throw down all the sheets, including the faked authenticity paperwork, so they spread across the tables as I shouted, “What the hell is this shit? You come in here having the balls to tell my staff that these were worth a minimum of twenty grand each. They are fucking fakes! Even if they were real, someone sent out ten thousand of these worthless pages to stores worldwide to go on sale first thing in the morning. Of all the places, you picked mine and then tried to rip me off?”

I would pay for this out of my pocket to see coffee and tea shooting out of these people’s noses again. Damn, I hope I have that on the security videos.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on right now? You just told me how you made the family hundreds of millions of dollars with a stroke of genius that would go on sale tomorrow. Tell me this isn’t unauthorized fakes of these collector card sets,” Becky demanded.

While we heard crickets, I demanded, “You can deal with the head of your family on your own time. I want to know why I have underaged girls and boys running around my resort naked or wearing transparent bathing suits. Are you making child porn here too? Boys are going around with their hard cocks making empty promises to get girls to go fuck them while recording them on their cell phones.”

Becky didn’t know about that, so it had the desired effect of making her madder than hell.

To turn her crank and theirs a bit more, I said that if they didn’t explain this shit right now, I would make some calls to have everyone under eighteen taken into my protective custody. They would be driven to one of my foster-care mini-cities, but not the one where the two boys were recovering. There, each child would be isolated and questioned. If I found any child porn, even if they made it themselves with no intention of doing more than watching it, I was required to turn it over to the authorities.

“David?” Becky pleaded. “I have no idea what is going on. If I have those present to ensure all electronic devices get turned over to your staff, can I have some time to find out what the hell is happening here? I will personally cover all expenses my family has accrued and whatever costs to have your resort provide proper bathing suits or have the children dressed appropriately.”

To ensure she had what she needed, I said, “I will give you until Mary Beth, and her team arrives to explain things. After that, I turn the children over to Mary Beth to process for transport. I don’t care if they are children from your family or ones they scammed into attending the party.”

Becky asked me out into the hall and begged me to give her time and see if I could get one of my express aircraft here with Mary Beth and her team or a similar group of interrogators. She said that she would arrange a wall of shame with every underaged male involved in this party standing nude along the wall outside the swim shop where they would have to keep themselves hard but not get off. The girls, and any males here as guests, would have towels around themselves.

It was going to be an assembly line system. I would look at a girl and find a modest bathing suit that even ultra-conservative church camps would find acceptable. The swim shop person would get the girl to change into the new swimwear and verify the fit. The boys were coming in to get trunks with the annoying built-in liner. One is made not to have room to get a boner without rubbing the sides of your nuts raw.

When Mary Beth arrived, she had a group of thirty men and women training to do her job.

Now, this is how to fucking party with these elite shits that think they can get away with everything.

“If you keep making me love coming to work each day, David, I will have to start paying you. I got a pretty good feel for this family, at least those in the US. I think this will be very enjoyable and I don’t have to do the leg work. My trainees will be doing the interviews, and I’ll only be observing or giving some pointers,” Mary Beth told me. “Always remember, David, ignorance can be cured, but stupid can’t.”

I did my bathing suit thing while Mary Beth sent her trainees to interview the boys, out in the open, in front of each other, where they stood by the wall of shame. As I passed the boys, I saw none of them had anything better than barely average length. A few had a four-inch-long dong with a fat plum dickhead that looked at least eight inches around. They weren’t getting that fat dickhead into anyone girl or woman that hadn’t recently had a baby.

Val and Paris were nowhere around, but someone said how they got sunburned before noon. They were off somewhere in loose shorts and shirts, covered in aloe.

“I must ask, whoever you are, how you can look at any girl and get her a perfect suit when we can’t find one for ourselves,” an eleven-year-old girl asked.

Her chest had small half-golf ball-sized, half-cherry topped mounds. She had a big butt and baby fat around the middle, but straight boy hips still. Any top she could get to cover her tits wouldn’t have a matching bottom to deal with her ass and stomach. One-piece suits that she would pick were out because they would only gap between her legs.

The girl’s problem was getting a bathing suit off the racks with ones made to fit one perfect-bodied girl or woman somewhere in the world but nowhere else. I knew that what she needed was over the section near the back that she, or nearly any girl or woman, wouldn’t go because that was where we had the odd-sized bathing suits for girls like her. It only took me a few seconds to get her something that shaped her butt and gut to make her look at least a bit better. Her chest got what amounted to a tube-top with straps. While small, she did have some tits, so why not show them off.

It makes sense that she is from one of the families. Did they invite any girls that didn’t have hot bodies?

I got the other girls in modest bathing suits. The boys got whatever one of the women from the store walked past to pull one close to the boy’s size from a box. Now that they were “free” from standing there keeping their dicks hard without getting off, Mary Beth’s staff took them to individual rooms to continue their interviews. The girls got interrogated too.

Damn it, I’m hungry and going to sit out by the pool to enjoy sampling everything on the menu with mugs of the apple cider I liked.

“You know that drinking alcohol at your age is against the law, right?” some smart-assed Karen from one of the families asked.

I looked over at her as I took off my shirt and said, “Yep. I don’t think I care.”

She replied, “This place can get you into a lot of trouble selling you alcohol.”

“I’m sure that is true if they sold it to me, but that gets into a grey area,” I explained. “You see, I own the resort, and people sold the resort alcohol and thus sold me alcohol, which the state permitted. My name is on the liquor license, and I’m only eighteen. How’s that to make your head spin? It isn’t like I’m driving anywhere and enjoying it sparingly with my meal. I’m pretty sure they would be much more interested in the videos people in your family are taking of kids screwing each other or the adults screwing high school kids. A trillionaire teenager sipping low-alcohol-content apple cider with lunch hardly raises an eyebrow in comparison, don’t you think? It is effectively no different than children drinking wine with dinner.”

Nice fish impression.

She wandered off, trying to figure out what had just happened.

“Now that the Karen is gone, do you mind if I join you? I figured I might as well see if I could steal food off your plate since someone seems not to have paid the bill. It seems that I came out here for nothing. What a shitty party. I could have stayed home. At least there, I could make my brother and his friends treat me like a queen in the hopes that I would fail to notice when one of my nipples popped out from under the tiny square of fabric that barely hid it. If they are exceptionally polite, I will let my bottoms come untied on one side as I get out of the water. I have to shave bald anyway to wear it, so all they see is the same bare skin from my bikini bridge,” See said in a rush. “It isn’t like you didn’t see everything when picking me out this bathing suit.”

I shrugged, so she started grabbing things off the various plates on the table. Food kept coming, and she kept eating. Other girls came over to see if they could work out a deal to get some food too. I texted the kitchen and told them to set up a buffet with everything off the menu. I already knew they filled the coolers and freezers for this party. They had already made most of the food for lunch when they heard the people here stiffed us. It would go in the trash if they didn’t serve it.

Once the food came out, the girls all bailed from trying to get me to let them nibble off my plate. The one who came over first went to get herself a plate full of different things that she brought back to my table.

“I’m starting to get a bit crispy. Can you help me put on more sunblock? It isn’t like I will ask any other men or boys here. They will cop a feel,” she asked.

Well, I felt you up, so there.

I got a kiss, and she said, “Thanks. I wouldn’t have minded if you wanted to explore a bit.”

“And get sunscreen in your pussy? No thanks. Haven’t you suffered enough today?” I asked jokingly.

I got a smile and a blush.

Becky came out later wearing a five-thousand-dollar, custom-made bikini, walked over to my table, and asked, “Do I get to eat from the buffet too, or is it just for non-family members?”

“If that were the case, no one told your family members that it was only for their guests,” I answered.

She sat on my lap, ate half of my hamburger, shifted to push her body against mine, laid her head on my shoulder, and whispered, “I’m glad all this wealth hasn’t changed who you are, David. My family’s leaders didn’t even consider ensuring their guests were fed for a second. I know you well enough to expect that you told the kitchen to put out the buffet. I’m so disgusted that I’ve been blind to what is happening right under my nose. I know my grandmother was only trying to keep me safe, but this shit went too far. If not for my family having this be only a tiny part of our income, we would be screwed. I’m not my father or grandmother, so these dumbasses aren’t getting help from the family regarding digging themselves out of their messes anymore. All the US families are bankrupt. They can go out and get a job like everyone else.”

I rubbed her back until she relaxed against me, then I carried her up to my penthouse to put her into bed and go back out to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Becky was exhausted and not used to the stress.

“That has to be the fastest quickie I’ve ever seen,” the girl who had been sitting with me most of the afternoon said.

“Damn, and I missed it when putting sleeping beauty up in my room for her to take a nap? That sucks,” I replied.

The girl just asked, “She was in your lap for half an hour, and you didn’t hit that?”

“Why would I do that? Becky is my friend, and I don’t screw women or girls when they are sleeping, drunk, or stoned. That is wrong on so many levels to me. She needed somewhere quiet where the people here wouldn’t bug her. Only the staff can get into my suite after I’ve approved their access,” I told her.

She had to think that over.

I got a text on my phone, and as I checked it, my implant pinged me to connect to it for a lot more information.

The crew, hired on my behalf, would soon start setting up a mini-rave for the people here. Mostly it was a way of thumbing my nose at the part of Becky’s family here in the US to show them how to fucking party. Most of Becky’s family here at the resort wouldn’t be going to anything on this scale anytime soon. I recognized some of the famous DJs.

I guess if you throw enough money at them, they will gladly drop everything to come to play a small party. At least there won’t be any crazy-assed drugs to worry about, and the alcohol is locked up now.

Right at eight, the show started thumping out the bass. It was strong enough that it caused ripples in the pool. It went until three in the morning. Many of the kids fell asleep almost as soon as they stopped dancing, which turned out to be a good thing. The DJs had to get on the road to a party across the country.

What a bunch of creeps.

The heads of Becky’s families, their wives, and select children packed up and left around midnight. They left the rest of their children and all those kids they had invited to fend for themselves. With the nearest town being over twenty miles away, it was damn shitty. I was the only one who came to the party who drove here. Some of the remaining adults and their siblings were clued in enough to have their credit cards and pre-paid debit cards hidden away. It was enough to pay the resort to shuttle them into town. As soon as they found their parents snuck out, they got whatever they had kept in their rooms before getting on the shuttle. Becky’s family that remained were surprisingly happy about being abandoned.

“Finding that they took all my money, credit cards, cell phone, and clothes means that they have kicked us out of the family and abandoned us like a baby on a church’s doorstep,” A little girl said as she grinned from ear to ear.

Her sister added, “In our family, this is how they get rid of kids that don’t follow their bullshit that we know is against the head of the family’s directions, are the smartest ones that they fear will cause them trouble, or both. They will pack up what means something to them and sell the rest. Our parents and siblings will move away with no one having any clue they arrived at their destination without a few children. Trust me, having to spread my legs and let perverts fuck my bald little girl cunt in some foster home is better than the things that my family has done to me over the years. Our older brother and sister are too stupid to think they can beat our parents to our home. They think they can get there first to loot all the things of value. They have no clue that the family outside the US was pissed when they found out what had happened, so they called the service to sanitize the house and do an immediate title transfer. Darren showed them how to get that done quickly. There is nothing for them to steal or sell there now.”