This is a series of stories that are a sort of sequel to two text-adventure games. Each installment is a complete story on its own, but for a full understanding, the reader may want to start with Chapter 1.
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Things proceeded smoothly with my business plan. Once Linda and I had finished with the lawyers on the limited partnership, they immediately went to work billing me for setting up the closing on the Baker farm where I would build my country club.
I made no moves of any kind before the closing, not wanting to have another developer find out the land was available and try to queer my deal. The day after we closed, I began to assemble the team I was going to need, both before and after the club opened. My first need was a real estate firm to handle the sale of home lots and the townhomes the club would build. I had done a lot of research beforehand and had been delighted to see that the same firm that employed Lee, my agent who helped me with my own house, would be an excellent fit. I contacted Lee, who was excited, flattered and avaricious to learn of my interest. It took just a week to structure a relationship with her and her partners. The deal definitely raised Lee's importance at her firm as well. We worked together quite a bit on the outline for subdividing the home sites around the proposed course, to ensure we had the best breakdown for the market. Lee, along with the rest of her team, convinced me that I was envisioning too many townhouses, and we changed about half the acreage I had intended to allocate to that housing into constructing a small neighborhood of "patio" homes instead. While we couldn't actually lay out actual lots until the course was designed, we had a lot of planning we could do already.
It all meant that Lee and I spent a lot of time together, usually at her office. One afternoon, I wanted to show her how well I had set up the house that she had sold me. We had a big argument about how much land I needed for club facilities like the pool and tennis, versus a few more building lots that would make her money. After we toured my house, we had a much more productive discussion on the issue and I ended up making a few small concessions that were reasonable. Once that was all settled, we also ended up making the beast with two backs on my living room couch, just to prove to Lee that it wasn't just my back yard that was sexy.
Then we had more sex out in the aforementioned backyard, in the exact same spot where she had convinced me to buy the house, way back when. I was really liking that particular patch of grass.
After Lee left, I realized that sex with her was always accompanied by her pretty much getting her way, whether before, during, or after. I reflected that my boss Cathy's corporate rule of absolutely no sex with or between employees was really wise. I would have to implement it myself.
This sucked because of a lot of the people I was thinking of hiring were also very enjoyable sexual partners. It was a long time before operations began, but I wanted to get a number of my key employees and department heads on my payroll early, if only as consultants, so they could help me make sure their areas were constructed and equipped the way they would want. I wondered how many One Last Hurrah passes I was going to issue myself in the coming months....
The first facility I needed to address was the golf course itself. After all, that would be the spinal column of the whole club, recreationally and residentially. Since I was still a total noob at golf, it was a good thing I knew just the person I wanted to be the Head Pro. Charlie had been laboring hard to whip my brand new game into some semblance of shape (on orders from my current boss) for a while now. I gave her a call and pleaded for her time, in addition to my regular weekly lesson, to take me around a full 18 holes in advance of the impending corporate employee golf outing. We found a time that was mutually available and I had a couple of hours with her to myself to recruit her.
Charlie always found a way to make ordinary golf attire look vaguely naughty, and the day we were scheduled for 18 was no exception. She wore a short, pleated pink skirt, just long enough to keep from flashing anyone when she bent over to address the ball, and a very form-fitting kelly green collared top, with none of the buttons buttoned. Her long hair was pulled back and held by her white, club-logoed visor. She truly knew how to keep my attention, even though I had only once gotten into her (at the time) rain-sodden pants.
She waved at me as she pulled our cart up to the clubhouse, both our club bags already on the back. "I just checked the weather," she leaned over and said quietly as I slid into the passenger seat. "Looks like nothing but sunshine today."
"Way to start the round with a bummer comment," I replied with (only slightly) exaggerated glumness, and she laughed as we sped off to the first tee.
