Chapter 486: Business Deals? Isn’t This A Vacation?

“Where can I find you later today? My girls and I are having breakfast then walking along the beach for a while. They will only be this little once, and I don’t want to miss doing any of the things that make wonderful, fond memories,” I asked.

He smiled and said, “Are you sure you’re only eighteen, David? You are one hell of a father already. Better than I will ever be.”

I told him I would be out by the pool nearest my suite watching the girls and women working on their tans. I might even offer to oil them up to get a closer look.

Alas, our walk didn’t turn out how I expected.

Elena and the girls were playing in the water, only a short walk from where we started. April wanted to play in the water with them, so she begged me until I let her run off to them. I got her clothes.

Ellen handed me her dress and waded out into the ocean in just her panties. Of all the luck, she swam over into an area that happened to be full of jellyfish. I rushed into the water when she screamed and sent out a blast of energy to kill off any jellyfish within a hundred yards from any part of the beach for the resort. Elena’s girls weren’t going to be stung like Ellen was just now.

When I got her out of the water, I saw that she had tentacle tracks all over her body where they had wrapped around her when she swam. My implant showed me the places where Ellen was feeling the burning, stinging pains from the venom. My burst fried all the stingers stuck in her skin. They fell out as I rubbed over her body.

“Sweetheart, as much as I want to make the pain go away, this time, I can’t. People heard you scream in pain and the swarm of jellyfish around you. I’m a dad and supposed to make the pain disappear, but these people are assholes. They know what happened. If I make it stop, they will look into how that would be possible with the number of tentacle tracks on your body,” I told her as I carried her quickly to the resort hospital. “They will make it stop. You aren’t a stuck-up, ultra-rich, elite brat. Expect them to go out of their way to pamper the hell out of you like you are a princess. Ellen, you don’t have to be tough all the time. It is ok to cry when you get hurt.”

She cried but didn’t make a whimper in pain, and I knew she was hurting all over. I could see she was already starting to get a headache, and we had to stop twice because she had to barf. My implant showed that this much venom in her body would cause her more than burning and itching.

Ellen was barely conscious and had muscle spasms when I smashed through the resort hospital’s emergency section doors.

“Ellen was swimming in the ocean and got wrapped up in a group of box jellyfish,” I told the nurses and doctors that rushed into the room. “I got all the stingers, but she had tentacles all over her body. She has been in and out of consciousness, along with muscle spasms all over her body. I haven’t noticed her having any problems breathing, and her heart doesn’t seem affected.”

They already have all of Ellen’s information. Her panties became fabric scraps as the doctors checked her over from head to toe. Nurses moved Ellen to a vinegar bath due to how many stings she had all over her body. The doctor asked me to step outside while the nurses removed some tentacles they found under Ellen’s panties.

“I know you’ve seen every inch of her regularly, but the nurses feel better when a girl’s dad isn’t in the room when they are getting down close and looking for any tentacles and stingers between the patient’s legs,” he told me. “The box jellyfish around here are close relatives to the Australian Box Jellyfish. We will give Ellen the antivenin based on how she reacted to the stings. When they check for any remaining tentacles, they will put Ellen in a hot bath for half an hour. It will help reduce stinging. We will take her back to her room, and she will have around-the-clock nurses to keep an eye on her. Ellen will itch all over, so we will cover her in cortisone cream and give her antihistamines. Don’t worry, David. She will be watching movies, hanging out with other girls, playing games, and eating so much ice cream and other comfort junk foods that we might be able to put a few pounds of fat on her. If she is lucky, she will have enough to let her breasts grow a noticeable bit.”

They are about to do that anyway, but I’m not about to say anything. The extra fat in Ellen’s diet will help that a lot.

He sent me to the waiting room to, well, wait.

“What happened to Ellen? You were moving so fast no one could tell if she was ok or not,” Camden asked as she rushed up to hug me.

I waited for any others to arrive, which turned out to be enough to fill the waiting room and then some, before saying, “Ellen was swimming when she swam into a group of box jellyfish. They got her all over her body below her face. The nurses are treating her now. Her doctor is going to give her the antivenin as a precaution. She will be in her room later with around-the-clock pampering to keep her from scratching herself raw.”

“Do you not feel any pain at all, David,” a kid asked. “You have tentacles still wrapped around your legs.”

Do I? What the fuck?

Corwin pushed me back into the emergency area and demanded they let them treat me too. Ellen was in good hands.

When I let the nurses strip me, they were horrified to find I still had dozens of jellyfish, tentacles and all, wrapped around my legs and under my shirt. I had rushed into the emergency room with Ellen, so they never checked me. Tentacle tracks were crisscrossing my legs below my biking shorts, chest, and back. The more they pulled off me, the more concerned they became.

“I promise, I am not feeling a thing. Maybe it is all the martial arts training. There is no way to tell, but if I felt any discomfort or pain, I would let you know. I’m a big boy now, but Ellen is only twelve and my main concern. Think anyone will buy that I got severely sunburned?”

That made them all laugh.

When they finished picking the tentacles and jellyfish off me, they had me strip to let the nurses “check” the rest of me. That meant they had to get my dick hard to ensure I didn’t have anything on my dick. Not surprisingly, many nurses wanted to be sure I raised my heart rate enough to verify I had no adverse reactions. Their testing was exhaustive, at least to them.

It is good for them that there are no other patients to care for right now. Can any of them even walk straight right now?

I put my biking shorts and shorts back on before heading to the pool, where I told the guy from earlier I would be after the walk on the beach with the girls. The women couldn’t see me checking them out as they checked me out. The guy just sat down next to me when I told him his sons would find out about Karma right now.

His thirteen and fourteen-year-old sons were carrying water balloons, the size of watermelons, over their heads. I could see the sweat on the surface, and I immediately knew that they had filled the balloons with ice water. Both boys tried to sneak up on a large group of girls sunbathing. I took two pieces of ice from my water cup and flicked them at the boys. It hit each in their armpit. The boys’ natural reflex found them dropping their water balloons on their heads instead of on the girls.

“I don’t care if they are pissed at me, but damn that was funny. Plus, it took care of a bigger problem, well, relatively. Both were about to go from tenting out the tiny swim briefs to being on full display,” I told the man that sat down to talk shop.

He joked back, “Compared to you, David, nearly all the guys here come up lacking. So, what the hell happened to you? It looks like a drunk clown got at you with a tattoo gun with a dull needle.”

“Ellen swam into a large group of box jellyfish,” I answered.

With genuine, honest concern, he asked, “My god! Is she alright? The ones around this place have killed people before. It only took one tentacle.”

“Thanks for asking. The doctors said she would recover. They gave her the antivenin, so now she has to deal with the itching and whatever else comes next as she heals,” I explained.

He sat back to look me over and then asked, “You are a big guy, David, but how are you not in a coma? You have jellyfish tentacle tracks all over your body. There must be thousands of places where they stung you.”

“I don’t have a clue,” I told him. “The doctors had me run through multiple physical exercises to raise my heart rate to be sure I was ok. So far, so good.”

That made him laugh, and I whispered that those physical exercises would kill him long before the jellyfish venom. If it didn’t, his wife would. He told me that we could discuss what he wanted here. It wasn’t some big trade secret or anything.

“David,” he began. “You own multiple parcels of land with more security than any military base or government building worldwide. I don’t know what Darren planned to do with them. Right now, you are paying to have them guarded with signs that anyone trespassing will be met with deadly force. I’m bringing this up because I see an opportunity to add value to the new business model Darren suggested. It was my nine-year-old daughter who came up with the idea. She said that anyone contracting to use one of these parcels to do business would know that anyone not part of the transaction won’t be sneaking up on the meet. That excludes law enforcement, but those at the meeting are responsible for ensuring the cops don’t get wind of things. She suggested I ask about brokering out the rental of those spaces in ten-minute blocks. It will come at a premium price to ensure no uninvited guests show up. Your security forces have no connection to the parties that conduct their business there. My daughter suggested penalties for deals that go bad. She says that if something goes south, anyone on your property immediately becomes a trespasser, and they get dealt with accordingly. Both sides forfeit their part of the deal as a penalty for fucking up.”

A woman came up, sat down, got an angry look from the man, and said, “David, I would like to discuss a similar arrangement. Those who filled the vacuum when my family divested our former enterprises to become brokers are greedy and stupid. I’ve had six deals lately where a third party crashed the exchange, killed everybody and took the merchandise. It was over a billion dollars in losses.”

“I’ve had similar problems, but the merchandise gets destroyed. Right before leaving to come here, two shipping containers of children died,” he told us. “Before you criticize, David, my family doesn’t ask the details of what. We only concern ourselves with how much and who is designated to sign off that they will accept the merchandise for us to transfer the funds. An intermediary spoke with your lawyer about my daughter’s idea. Your lawyer said there is an LLC for each property. The umbrella parent company owns all the LLCs, but your name is not on them. Ten percent of any revenue generated from these properties gets wired to a bank account on the same island where they are incorporated. The remainder goes to costs to maintain each location.”

“What is your cut of this deal? I expect it is all to benefit your family,” the woman asked bitterly.

The man downed his drink and answered, “My daughter suggested a sliding scale depending on the transaction amount. Those under one-hundred-million dollars pay ten percent. It would then decrease to one percent for a billion dollars or more. David gets sixty percent of that broker fee. For a deal that goes badly, David gets one-hundred percent of that broker fee, plus fifty percent of the funds paid into escrow by the buyer. In those cases, my family will assist with whatever is required to convert the merchandise into cash, provided it isn’t human trafficking. Because I’m taking the risk, that split would be seventy-thirty to cover my conversion costs.”

“If someone fucks up a deal, are you willing to give David only forty percent of the total deal amount? Seems a bit greedy,” she said.

“Ma’am,” a darling nude and wet from the pool, nine-year-old girl said as she sat on my lap to be closer to the woman. “My dad’s math skills aren’t why he is the head of our family. Think about it this way. David immediately gets half of what is in escrow, regardless. If the goods get seized or destroyed, David gets nothing additional. My family will liquidate the merchandise for less than the deal price. I’m positive that David doesn’t want his hands, or his employee’s hands, touching the merchandise, for that would make him as guilty as those doing the deal. David is a super guy, and everyone, even the crazy ones, loves him lots. We don’t want him to get in any trouble with anyone.”

Another girl came over. She had a thin strip of fabric glued to the top of her slit and above her butthole. It barely covered what it was supposed to hide.

“I have a better explanation that will make more sense. I’m not all smart like my little sister, but even I understand it,” the girl said as she sat on my other leg and pulled my arm around her stomach. “You own a reception hall in a hotel, and some guy rents it out to hock some bullshit product. You can find him some armed security guards to hire for a fee. You get paid at the door. Inside are people loaded with cash because he doesn’t take cards or checks. They are there because they must have whatever he is peddling. It is ripe for the picking. Someone starts shooting up the place, and the guards put them down. The security company didn’t do their job, so they had to clean up the mess, paying you half the cash they found in the room for your trouble. Whoever scores the junk the guy was selling gives you a cut of what they make from selling that crap. David is the guy who owns the reception hall and contracts out the security.”

This woman can’t be in charge of her family. She needed this dumbed-down way too much to get the explanation.

“I get it, thanks,” she told the older of the man’s two daughters. “We split the fee to rent time to use David’s property. Someone gets greedy, and David gets paid half the deal. Since we brokered it, we have to clean up the mess and cut him in on whatever we get from it. Your sister was right. Forty percent is quite generous. Damn heavy disincentive for people who try to rip someone off on David’s property.”

The man asked me, “Does this work for you? Your lawyer doesn’t mess around. She made me read and sign the contract before I could even ask if you wanted to go into this business arrangement. All you need to do is text her to let her know you are good with the terms. If you need something to sweeten the pot, you have my girl’s cherries, tight asses, and mouth to use all you want until you head home.”

“You’re an asshole, daddy!” the nine-year-old said. “The closest sis or I will get to his dick is having it touch the inside of my leg through his shorts. You know I can get all nine of his inches in my butt and mouth. Sis can get him in all three holes. Like you would let us hang around, unmarried until we are at least sixteen for him to be our first dick in our pussies and foot the cost of raising your grandchildren we have after he gets us pregnant.”

The older girl whispered that she was already fourteen but didn’t want to have sex with anyone for a few more years, pushed her sister off my lap, and moved over.

She leaned back against me, pulled my arm over her stomach, sighed, and said, “It doesn’t matter if he would do me or if I can take all of him in my pussy. I’m in heaven now and don’t want to ruin it by having sex with him.”

I felt her hot juices on my leg, where she came three times in under fifteen seconds.

One of her cousins came over, slipped a pair of boy shorts over the girl’s feet, and pulled them up to their knees.

“What are you doing? I don’t want those. I got waxed bare to wear this stick-on suit, and you know I’d never even trimmed it,” the girl in my lap said.

Her cousin pulled the girl off my lap as she held up that scrap of fabric the girl had glued between her legs.

“You didn’t use the right glue. It blew off when you moved over to get in David’s lap. If you keep creaming like that when you cum, the nearest boy will shove his dick in you before you even know what happened. I wish I could cum sitting on David’s lap with his arm around my stomach and big dick touching my leg through his shorts,” the man’s niece said.

The cousin was sixteen. She was a late bloomer, needing hormones to kick her into puberty when she was still flat as a board at fifteen.

When the girl pulled the boy shorts in place, she turned around to push her cousin onto my leg and my arm around the sixteen-year-old girl’s stomach. Pinching the older girl’s nipples made the girl cum hard, and juices ran down my legs.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” the man’s older daughter asked before having to rush to the bathroom to pee.

Lightly grazing my fingertips over the tip of the sixteen-year-old girl’s hip bone was all it took to set her off each time I made her cum. She had a hair trigger, and I found that hair. It took her at least five minutes before she wasn’t getting off at the slightest touch.