Chapter 523: Developer

I might as well annoy Crimilda. Becky didn’t take the kids with her when she left last night.

Since Crimilda had no clue that Bambi took the kids to her house last night, I went to get my kids and take them back home. I knew the boys Rosie had called were hanging out here waiting on breakfast before going over.

“Boys, it is time to have some fun. Head on over to Crimilda’s house. You have about twenty minutes before it gets noisy over there. Just roll with it,” I told them.

They didn’t know what I had planned, but one said that would serve Crimilda and those girls right. He didn’t go into their history. I guessed that the girls had tormented him over the years or something.

When I got to Camden’s house, all of my kids ran around screaming and chasing each other, as fast as the ones there were walking now could do. The babies were doing pretty well, crawling around to see what was happening. I left the babies here, but for the rest, I got dressed and put sandals on them to walk to Becky’s house. There were a lot of kids over today to play with at their house. I heard the girls and Crimilda talking the boys into doing something when the kids and I walked in the door. I told the kids to find Crimilda.

That probably borders on evil, but not something that I did with my god-like powers.

Aubry had perfect timing when she yelled out her question, “Why are you doing that to his thingie? Does it hurt, and you are trying to kiss it to make it better? Daddy said you were all going to play with us today. Yuck. He pees with that.”

That brought the other kids in to see what was going on too. I let myself out.

I found the real estate office in town handling the sale of the properties I wanted to buy.

“Good morning, may I help you?” a guy said from behind the reception desk.

I told him, “I’m interested in making a cash offer for some of the properties you are selling. I want to close on them quickly. My only conditions are that the seller pays any back taxes, liens, and fines on the property from the sale proceeds. I have some numbers in mind, but I don’t like doing the whole haggling thing. Can you get with the sellers to get their best price? If it helps move this along, I will pay the commissions at closing.”

He offered me a soda, coffee, or water. He wasn’t the real estate agent but would tell her what I asked. I checked my email while I waited. The big bank’s home office, with the Chinese branch that tried to get more money out of me, started calling me about two hours ago and kept leaving voice mails to get me to call them back. The messages sounded more desperate than the last. When the receptionist told me they were waiting on the sellers to call back, I asked to borrow a conference room to talk to the big bank to see what they had to say.

“This is David Jones. I am returning your multiple calls,” I told the person who answered.

They seemed excited to talk to me.

A group of people got on the phone with an older-sounding saying, “Mr. Jones. Please accept our apologies regarding the business you tried to conduct with us last evening. Things appear to have gotten confused in the translation.”

“Sir,” I told him. “If this is how you want to play this, then you are wasting my time. I am fluent in all Asian languages. As I told them last night, my kid’s schools get funded by part of the property tax revenues from those parcels of land. I have no problem with you continuing to pay the recently tripled rate on that land’s newly appraised value. Why don’t we cut to the chase? If you want to sell the property, I will pay half of what I offered last night plus sales tax. Not a dime more. You will cover any liens, back taxes, and anything else that keeps you from providing me with a clean deed. I want to close by the end of the day. You have my number if that is something that interests you.”

I started to hand up when a woman said, “Wait. Can you provide the escrow account number as a show of good faith, not you jerking us around?”

Connecting to my implant gave me the information for an account at my bank with the funds I promised. They verified that the funds were in escrow, pending the sale.

“Done. We will send you the sales contract to the provided email account,” the woman said.

I could hear her getting some pushback, but they didn’t seem to carry any weight. A quick run through the contract analyzer found many ways it screwed them up and benefitted me. I could get them to pay me to take the property off their hands if I wanted. I corrected those mistakes and sent the contract back to them with a detailed explanation of why I made the changes. I noted that if they wanted to pay me to take the property off their hands, I would, but it didn’t seem like good faith business on my part to do it with how the contract they sent me was worded.

From the quick reply, I think they knew I could have screwed them and didn’t, not that they would screw me over if I were the seller.

By the time the real estate woman had the offers on paper and was ready to discuss numbers, the bank had their money, and I had the property I wanted from them.

“I couldn’t help but overhear you closing on a property in under an hour. I can’t believe you were able to get things settled that quickly,” the agent told me.

“It was boilerplate paperwork. The bank only needed to fill in the numbers and sign the closing documents. I put digital signatures on everything. They wanted to get rid of it, and I had cash in hand, so to speak. I made a better offer last night, but their Chinese branch tried to get more than I wanted to pay, so I told them I wasn’t interested and hung up. Because they got greedy, the bank only got half of what they could have last night,” I explained. “Beginner mistake. That is why I asked to have you talk to the sellers to get their best price. I know each property has been on the market for over a year with your agency. So, the question is whether your seller’s best numbers align with what I’m willing to pay.”

They offered me the properties for at least half the fair value of the property. That is before they paid off their back taxes, liens, and multiple mortgages. From what I already knew, those people would have to get loans secured with something other than the property.

“That isn’t a fair deal. The property is worth more than what the sellers are asking. I’m willing to pay what will ensure they walk away from this deal with money in their pocket once they pay off their debts against the property. I may need to do business with them again, and I don’t want them feeling like I screwed them over. I can wire you the funds to put in escrow for this sale, plus your commissions. I know that it takes some time to get all the paperwork and all the things they owe that keep them from giving me a clean deed,” I explained.

She smiled and said, “That perplexes me a bit. These clients gave me the details of everything they owed, in detail, against each property when the city raised the millage rate and appraised value. Giving an agent detailed information about their business finances is highly unusual. Part of what took me so long to get the papers together was that I had to get the pay-off value of their loans and property taxes due and contact a few other financial institutions to ensure I had everything in order. My partner has signing authority from these clients as they do not live in this area. I only need to change the amount you are offering to pay. The closing attorney I use is the office next door. If you are serious, we can sign off on everything after lunch.”

That worked for me, and I headed to the diner, where I took Corwin, Skylar, and Mary for breakfast before going to the Habitat for Humanity build. It had been a while, but the greeter and waitresses were happy to see me again. With everyone going on vacation, their business was lighter than usual. I ate enough for four adult men. I tipped well, as always, and then headed back to the real estate office.

The agent hadn’t been messing around when she said we could finish this after lunch. Once the papers are signed, I will release the funds. It would take a few weeks to get me the clean deed, but I was the owner on record and could start doing whatever I wanted to build there.

What do I want to build there?

I went to see Molly about my various ideas. She needed some private time with me first. After dinner with her family, we sat down to discuss some ideas.

One of the bigger things I didn’t know about the new land I bought had old, unused, but usable railroad tracks that went through them all. If we could get the railroads to fix their tracks to connect to those on my properties, we could be ready to pour concrete as quickly as we could get the land ready. Molly had gotten down an exact mixture of concrete that hardened quickly. It was fully cured in two weeks but was ready to build on in a week. She thought over ideas to build new schools that were four times larger than we currently needed, but with the neighborhoods going in, it wouldn’t be long before we would need that capacity if we also closed down the current schools where I had gone growing up. She envisioned something on par with a modern college campus.

Molly already has sizeable commercial construction companies reaching out to her about large-scale building projects. Leasing them with my heavy machinery company would get them started within a week.

They will handle the builds from start to finish.

The one begging to let them try out some unconventional building techniques may be an exciting discussion.

Molly wanted to have me stay over, but Emily and her mom arrived this afternoon because they expected to ovulate sooner this month.

That isn’t a big deal. I can handle that if both are sure they want to get pregnant.

Molly didn’t tell me that Emily and her mom brought fourteen of the seventeen to eighteen-year-olds from their home. These were some of the ones I had gotten pregnant during the same visit where Emily and her mom got pregnant.

Since there were so many a day early, the staff decided to put those girls down in the harem quarters and me in the sultan’s suite. We didn’t use either of those I used with Mary or Skylar’s dad’s, well mine now, harems. This setup had small bedrooms and shower stalls down in the harem quarters. Additional cooks made food down there to reduce the traffic through the kitchen and dining area.

“They didn’t come here just to hang out and visit,” Mom explained. “Emily and her mom have a suite on the second floor for them and the kids. They are staying through the weekend, but their plus-fourteens plan to leave after you give them a present, or so they hope at least. I found it quite rude to arrive uninvited and expect you to service them like a rented stud horse. They can sleep in the harem quarters if they want to get serviced like a harem. It pissed me off when they said they only came for you and that no one else, not even your dad, if so inclined, would do. Bart has been in a funk since Chrissy died and would gladly take care of the group. Bambi said she knows some guys in high school that are discrete, above-average where it counts, can satisfy a woman, are acing honors classes and play multiple sports.”

Emily said, “Thirty-three fourteen and fifteen-year-old girls at a hotel in town, hoping that maybe you would have the time to swing by to see if you are lucky getting them pregnant as you did with so many around my home. It screws up the whole schedule for when they want babies born, but all your kids are strong, intelligent, and don’t seem to get sick much, if at all. Some are already in preschool because they started learning to read when their older siblings struggled to pick up even the basics.”

Do I want to fuck girls just to breed them? No wonder mom is furious now.

I found out that we only had two of the fourteen girls that were eighteen.

“Mom?” I asked. “Can you help get the rest of the broodmares set up in the harem quarters? I will service the two eighteen-year-olds. Hopefully, the rest staying in the hotels will be here by then. After the mess in California, I’m not even considering sex with anyone in that group under eighteen. If they want to add some chlorine to the gene pool back home, we can get them what they need, but it won’t be me. If that doesn’t work for them, they can get back on the plane and go home. It is my birthday, damn it. If I wanted to get dozens of teenagers pregnant, I would visit Mary or Skylar.”

Mom commented, “They will have to make sure Bambi’s smart jocks are going to college on full academic scholarships.”

“The two eighteen-year-olds are nasty bitches,” Emily’s mom said as she added to the discussion. “Both have sheep, horses, and cattle on their family farms. They aren’t worth your time. Give them a test tube of your semen and a syringe. Those women know what to do from there. You didn’t have sex with either of them when you visited because they felt their boyfriends would do the job. It has been close to four years, and they still can’t get, or keep, a bun in the oven. There are two of Emily’s best friends, who haven’t turned eighteen yet, who say that you did get pregnant. They are up in our suite because they wanted to hang out with you, not see if you can knock them up again.”

I like that idea. I can pop off a few loads into test tubes and get those two bitches on their way.

Emily and her two friends were happy to help me collect the two loads of swimmers. Someone had gotten the sperm while the girls and I went back to playing hide the cream-filled sausage.

The place in my head pinged me, through my implant, to tell me both women were pissed. They didn’t like not getting it from the source, but they had my sperm in them now. I decided they wouldn’t like it any better when they each had triplets. I ensured that the babies would be underweight, even for triplets, until the women reached thirty-nine weeks, and then the babies would add two pounds each between their OB/GYN visits if they even bothered going. Those babies will arrive the natural way, with no c-sections for those women.

Emily and her friends were already pregnant from the sperm in my precum as we worked to get the two test tubes loaded for the two women. They each got a token load before we went to shower.

Mom had gotten the rest of the girls and women down in one of the harem areas. Depending on your viewpoint, I went down to give them the bad or good.

“If I was still under eighteen, we might have had some fun together, but with me being an adult, the problems don’t make those few minutes of fun worth it. If nothing but my dick is what you need, I can call you a ride back to the airport to return home. Should you want to get pregnant from a guy not from home, I can call around to see who can help you with that matter. You might even be able to get it on with more than one guy. Entirely up to you,” I told them.

Six of them made nasty comments and called themselves rideshare to get back on a bus to go home.

Bambi let Bart take his pick as she called around. A few had to bring along younger siblings, so the girls had to watch the kids if they wanted to get laid. It turned out that one of the tunnels connected to the harem quarters had the entrance in a house on the edge of the country club property. None of the girls that came over had come directly through my house. The guys coming over would come in that same way. I don’t know the magic, but this tunnel had a fifty-yard-long slab someone rigged up for it to lift to open the tunnel. When the weekend is over, it will go back in place. There won’t be any signs in the house that it was ever there. The system was similar to what happened with the elevator in my old house.

April was having a blast playing with her three half-siblings. I asked Emily’s mom if she wanted to slip off for some fun. It seems that she had other plans with my mom and dad tonight. Emily wanted to be the only one in my bed overnight, so I woke up with Emily exploring and playing with my dick. It wasn’t even sexual as much as curious.

She hadn’t been with anyone other than me since I first got her pregnant.

We had breakfast and spent the morning playing in the pool with the little kids. By lunchtime, we had a lot more little kids in the pool. All were happy to be swimming naked, even those who hadn’t gotten to swim nude before. Most women decided they would keep their bottoms on but go topless. I kept on my board shorts. It wasn’t until after lunch that many of my friends started to show up for the weekend.

April came over to say, “Anna said she would behave. She doesn’t want me to put her in another timeout.”

Ellen, Ariba, Rosie, Dee, and Tee came out around two to swim in the pool. They didn’t care one bit about my friends, and some women I knew from school over the years saw them naked. Dee started to get a bit self-conscious when guys my age started to hang out too. Rosie was fine for a few hours but got shy not long after Dee. Both put on bottoms for a while before putting on bikini tops. Ariba was proud of her pussy hair heart, so she wanted to show it off to everyone. Ellen couldn’t care who saw her.

Their friends came over around dinner time. They usually swam nude too, but the boys and girls wore suits today.

Elise came out after we had all eaten dinner, and the staff cleaned everything up. She said it was puberty making the kids uncomfortable swimming nude over here.

I already knew that, but I’m not telling you that because it would be rude.

“Daddy,” Ellen told me. “We are going over to Dee’s and Tee’s house tonight with our friends. Some of your friends got hard looking at Dee and Rosie, or the girls thought the guys got hard over them. It freaked them out a bit, but I have no clue why. They see hard dicks all the time. Rosie, Ariba, and I will be back in the morning to do what grandmother is having us do. April is going over with my aunt and uncle.”

When the kids were gone, so were the bathing suits. There wasn’t any sex or anything, just skinny dipping. We all enjoyed hanging out by the pool and watching movies on the projection system I didn’t even know we had. Everyone decided to head to bed around two in the morning. We hadn’t leased out Chrissy’s house yet, so many locals are staying over there tonight, so they don’t have to drive home. I had the younger Elise, not Ariba’s great aunt, Deidre, and Tandra in bed when I went to sleep. Elise had trouble sleeping. When I went to pee around five, she was sound asleep on the couch in my game room. I put her in Ellen’s bed and spooned in behind her. I hadn’t had sex with anyone last night and was slightly surprised. Elise wanted to have some private time before leaving, but too many people were in the house.

So, I’m nineteen today. Why doesn’t it seem as exciting as I thought it would be when I was ten?

I put a two-hour bubble around the place in Elise’s head to let her get two more hours of sleep before the noise in the house would wake her up. I was up around seven and went to get breakfast.