Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction -- it presumes a lack of STD's, so please don't try this yourself. Everyone in the story is at least 25 years old, and all actions are voluntary. There is some significant M/M action, so if that is not your cup of tea, please stop reading now.
Getting Rich Ch. 03
It took a while to realize that being very wealthy without effort was not all parties and hobbies and doing whatever you want. Enough people I respect asked what positive changes I was gonna make with my money (after the first batch of donations) that I started thinking about long-term consequences and benefits. So I bought a couple of apartment buildings, hired a management company to run them (which was a whole adventure of its own that was not in any way erotic or fun) and set the rents at 2/3 of the going rate. I mean, any money coming out would go to taxes, insurance, maintenance and management, and what was left over would be pure undeserved profit -- unlike the people who had owned the apartment I'd lived in before I won the lotto, I didn't have to pay off the cost of buying the building, and I wasn't (as far as I know) a greedy, soul-sucking parasite.
But that was not what I spent all of my time doing. Management companies do monthly reports and financial companies do quarterly audits, and lawyers to annual oversight reports and that's what they get paid for. So there I was, employing a couple of dozen people and doing the Right Thing all at the same time, and making enough profit from it to pay for taxes and insurance for my house, plus... some extra I didn't even look at that got deposited every month.
My private life, on the other hand, was also not what I had expected from my first few months with Money. I was still single, of course -- the number of people (mostly crackpots) who'd found ways to track me down was frankly daunting, and the ones I'd met since getting the money were nice enough but... I felt uncertain whether they liked me, or liked the money, so I was taking my time.
Yes -- I'd hired a personal trainer (Melanie the Amazon) and she came over once a week to help me get back into shape and that was working nicely. Just having a reason to get out of my chair and do things was nice, but... I was also writing and painting and I'd put my band back together (to a limited extent -- covid was interfering with anything involving more than a small number of people at a time, which was another thing I hadn't anticipated), but ll of that required hiring more people. I'd gotten an office temp in to catalog my books and music, and had developed a nice database for those. She'd taken a month to catalog my books, DVD's, CD's and sheet music libraries. Now I only had to keep them up to date when I got new stuff... which was pretty often. All of Charlie Parker on CD!
Then I'd hired a college student to put all of my music into my notation program for instant backups, and he came in twice a week for a day, and was almost halfway through the 3,000 pieces I had... which meant he'd be on the payroll for another couple of years.
And another guy to do some 3-D design work for me for a project that had been in the back of my mind for a couple of decades. All of that was done on a computer I put in my office that had no internet connection, just for doing secure work, and he was often grumpy about not having net access while he was working for me (I learned to take his phone while he was in my office after the first week -- an NDA only goes so far), but I didn't want this getting out until I was ready for it.
And the engineer I had on contract to design something I'd wanted for a long time, but that didn't exist. It has some significant commercial possibilities, it was also under an NDA.
And of course, I had a maid service once a week. I am not a slob, and I put Roombas on both floors, but there are aspects of living, like cleaning tubs and toilets and dusting, that I hired a service.
And a gardener.
And a pool guy.
An attorney on retainer.
So I was making a positive economic contribution to the world! A guy who'd made 40K at most was now paying hundreds of thousands a year in pay and benefits. Unlike too many big corporations I actually
was
a job creator, and one who paid a decent living wage and benefits.
Sounds nice, yes? But with all of those people in and out all of the time, it kind of limited the times when I could get kinky. I mean, I'm no Hugh Hefner, and even he didn't do orgies in front of his staff, did he? Not that I am young enough to handle 24/7 kinkiness anyway, but there are times...
Anyway, my 3D guy (Bill) and I were going over some details of the project one day (he's rendering and detailing some very specific elements of a complex graphic I keep in my head) when Melanie came in for my weekly workout. He almost passed out.
"Wow. I guess there are some significant benefits to being rich!"
"You could say that. She's a nice person, and she's really helped me to get back in shape."
"Does she...?"
"Probably. I've met her boyfriend, and he's a male version of her. I would not want to mess with him" I lied. Well, partly lied. Her boyfriend was a male version of her, but she'd told him about the audition/party, and he'd liked the idea. She'd even brought him by a couple of times so the three of us could party together. But the last thing I needed was for Bill to get distracted, so I went over the changes I needed him to do for the rest of the afternoon and then went out to change into my workout gear.
The workout was great, as always, and I could feel how much improvement I'd made over the past six months, but I'd told her that Bill was working in the office, so we just worked out, took a swim, and then she went home. But during the workout I glanced at the house a couple of times and saw him in the window, watching. Well, watching her. I really couldn't blame him, but I did give him a hard time when I went back into the office.
"So -- how much did you get done?" I asked when I went back inside, and he blushed and stammered. "Not as much as I expected to, but I do have an idea about this section here." That drew us into a technical conversation that lasted until quitting time and the notes he took would definitely advance the project quite a bit if the techniques he mentioned worked as well as he said they would. I'd have to get another 10 Terabyte hard drive to hold the data it would generate, but those were getting increasingly cheap.
But as he was leaving, Bill turned to me. "Boyfriend, eh?" he asked, and I laughed out loud. "Yep. Six foot two, and built of steel and carbon fiber. What's more, he's a nice guy, so he has no need to worry about competition."
"And she comes here when?"
"Don't worry about it. If it happens, it happens. And it probably won't happen. Trust me on that." I was lying, of course, but why give him false hope? The only reason we'd met was my having loads of money, and he probably wouldn't get that.
The next few weeks he got a lot of work done, but I made sure not to schedule my workout for days he was in the office -- it left him too distracted and that wasn't fair to either of us.
But one week Melanie called and asked if she could come by on a Thursday instead of Friday, as they were going on a trip and wanted to leave Friday. And did I mind if she brought Ben?
I said yes, of course, and didn't give it much thought until Thursday when Bill and I were going over a tricky section of the design when the doorbell rang and I remembered.
"Oh, crap -- that's my workout. I forgot we had to reschedule. Rough that section out for me and we'll talk when I'm done, OK?"
He looked like he wanted to say something, but held beck.
"Yeah -- I know -- you want another look, but she's bringing her boyfriend along and he can be very protective, and probably wouldn't appreciate someone ogling, OK? Just get to work."
He was disappointed, but nodded and went back to his workstation, and it would have been fine, except that Mel and Ben had other plans for the afternoon.
Workouts were a lot harder when they were both there, and they were also more difficult. Like I said, he was a male version of her -- six foot two, built of ebony with abs like sculpted abs and he liked working out. He also had an almost ten inch cock and an eager deep throat, so we would do calisthenics and stretching and then move on to free weights, and from there to Qui Gong and associated martial arts stuff that had been coming back to me slower than I liked. I remembered it, but couldn't do it was well as I had thirty years before.
But when things went well, we would play a little bit after our cool down swim. And things went pretty well that day, and I lost track of time.
Anyway, I was lying on a chaise on my back with Mel sitting on my face and Ben sucking on my cock when suddenly Mel squealed and pulled away, grabbing her towel. I looked around to see what the problem was and found Bill standing in the doorway. His eyes were wide, his mouth was agape, and there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
