Getting Rich Ch 05 The Next Generation 1

Getting Rich, part 5 - The Next Generation

This story includes group sex, including M/M, F/F, some incest, and lots of combinations of those. If this is not your cup of tea, please leave now.

Penny and I settled into a comfortable pattern very quickly. Quickly enough that it surprised me - I'd always been cautious in relationships before, but this one just seemed to fall into place. Penny had not moved in, but was at the house three or four nights a week, and had her own key. Jordan came by occasionally, but his life at school kept him busy enough that it was not often - usually when he was burned out from classes and need a place away from campus where he could relax, or when he needed to use my library. We'd found common interests in some fields, and he liked to talk philosophy.

But he and I hadn't done anything sexual since that first visit, and from what she'd said, he had also tapered off to nothing with her. She hoped that meant he had something going on at school, but he hadn't said as much. She and I did things when we were both in the mood for it (which was more often for her, a pleasant surprise), and that was more often than either of us had done for quite a while, so we were generally happy.

But the end of the semester was coming up, and Jordan was getting increasingly distracted and tense and fragmented, and we all decided to have a big party after finals were over.

But just a regular party! No drinking, no drugs, no other activities forbidden to regular college students in regular circumstances. Yes, the pool table would be available, and the barbecue, and even the music room to those who brought their own (non-amplified) instruments. But nothing else was to be advertised or even implied. The last thing I wanted was snoopy parents or administrators barging into my home. Not to mention the usual damage when young people let go of their inhibitions. I'd seen enough of that during my tours in the navy.

You all know the old saying "The best laid plans of mice and men..." right? Perhaps 'best laid' is not the right phrase, but then again, maybe it is.

Anyway, we spent some time planning the Finals Week party - it was supposed to be just Jordan and some of his friends, and Penny seemed to enjoy the planning part, and was less than happy when, after setting everything up, had to work that day, but hey - it was supposed to be a party for Jordan, not for us, and she said she'd drop by after work, if she wasn't too tired.

I was also staying busy with a new idea. I had recently bought an apartment building near the university, and after some conversations with Jordan, was trying to work out a way to make it better for the students who were my tenants there. The idea was to give discounts to students with good grades: If you got on the Dean's List, you got a 10% discount on your rent for the next semester, and every A got you a 2% discount. The lawyers were looking it all over to find out how it could be taken advantage of, and the school was involved with them, so I should have been out of the loop until they had worked out the details, but they kept pulling me in for long meetings, apparently just to show me they had the power to do that.

In any case, the day of the party came around - the last day of Finals - and I made calls and ensured that the caterers were ready and would be on time, and then spent the rest of the day cleaning, which included locking up the wine rack. I drink very little, and Penny drinks even less, but I have a nice curated collection of fine wines that I like to drink from time to time with the right food, and remember what some of my friends had been like when I was Jordan's age, and frankly did not want some college kid getting blotto on a fifty dollar bottle of the good stuff when they could not appreciate it.

The caterers showed up at five, and set everything up in the kitchen, and I was very tempted to dig in myself, but this was for the kids, and besides, while the El Indio has great food, eating too much of it always made me feel sluggish, so I made certain the food was set up to it would remain hot (or cold, depending) and greeted Jordan when he got home, showed him how things had been set up, and then retreated to my Den for the duration. The party was for the kids, not me. I could sit in there and write, comfortable in cutoffs and a t-shirt, without having to overtax the air-conditioning.

And no, I did not turn the security cameras off. I still remembered being in my early 20's.

For the first couple of hours, things seemed good. There were a couple of times I used the remote control in my computers to turn the stereo in the living room down (technology has its uses), but other than that most of what I heard was conversation and laughter, and I could see a bunch of kids on the patio and using the pool, and they seemed to be relaxing and having a good time.

By half past seven, the sun was down, and the sound level was, too. Well, mostly. There was music playing on the stereo, but it was more melodic than what I'd expected, and the kids I could see from the french doors leading to the patio were mostly just sitting and talking, though the pool was still being used. Not unexpected, given the very high June temperatures, but they were not being rowdy, just staying cool and having fun. I was feeling pretty good about things when the door to my den banged open and a guy barged in, a bottle of wine in one hand, and a girl in the other. As I'd made it very clear that closed doors were off-limits to partyers, this annoyed me almost as much as he attitude of the guy.

He was on the large side - over six feet tall, and well muscled, but from the look on his face, he was somewhat the worse for the wine (which looked like one of my bottles.)

"Whoa - dude! I didn't know there was anyone in here!" he bellowed, looking around in confusion, but not letting go of the girl, who tried to squirm away when he stopped.

I hit a key combination on my computer, and stared at him.

"You were told that closed doors were off limits. What do you want?" I asked.

"Yeah, he said something about that, but we needed a place to party" he leered, clutching the girl to his side. She did not seem enthused about the whole thing, and was looking like a deer in the headlights. "What are

you

doing here?" he demanded.

"This is my house, that's what I'm doing here."

He looked confused at that.

"I thought this was Josh's house?"

"Jordan" said the girl, looking even more unhappy to be seen with him.

"Whatever. I thought this was his house." He looked proud to have put a sentence together, and looked around the room to find evidence that this was indeed 'Josh's' house.

"Josh and his family are friends of mine, so I loaned him the house for the party."

He nodded, with the know-it-all look so commonly found among those suffering from Dunning-Kruger. "Ah - one of those pansy boys like Josh."

The girl glared at him, and tried to pull away again, but he was not even looking at her. "Hang tight, Bunny, we'll get to it once we get rid of the old guy."

"Jordan is not a pansy" growled the girl, and I admired her spirit, but he ignored it.

"You ain't heard what I have. I'll show you what a real man is. Now shove off, old man, I got things to do."

"I've known Jordan and his mother for a very long time, but that's meaningless. I tell you what - put down the bottle and the girl and you won't be arrested."

"Arrested? What do you think you can do to me, old man?"

I just smiled back, and pulled the TASER out from under my desk, keeping it hidden from him behind the monitors on my desk. I'd gotten it when I moved in, in case of a break-in, and had never needed to use it, but I had it checked and serviced every quarter, just in case.

"You know what a SEAL is?" I asked

"Navy guys yeah. But you're too

old

to be one of them" and too

small

, he implied with a look.

"True - I was never a SEAL" I admitted, and he smiled a triumphant grin. "But I did help train them."

"I don't see any of them here with you" he sneered, letting go of the girl, who backed away from him rubbing her arm where he had gripped her.

"They're on the way. I called them when you came in here."

"I can still take you out before they get here, and still have my fun" he growled, as he stalked toward me.

So I shot him with the TASER as soon as he got where he could see it. The look on his face let me know that he knew what it was, so I kept the current flowing after he hit the floor, long enough to make sure he was really out before I released the trigger.

The girl freaked out a little bit, but she only backed away enough to keep his flailing body from knocking her down.

"Did you have to do that?" she asked when he finally became still, passed out.

"Have to? No. But I figured it would be safer than letting him bust the place up, and a lot less paperwork than just shooting him."

She looked appalled at the very suggestion, and I pointed to the cameras in the corners. "I wouldn't have done that anyway, and with the evidence from the security system, he'll be away for a while. Yeah - the whole thing was recorded. And he was rude to you."

She nodded, numbly, and looked again at the unconscious body on the floor. She looked afraid and uncertain.

"Why don't you sit down?" I asked, pointing to the guest chairs on the far side of the room - far enough from the body that she didn't have to worry about him suddenly jumping up like a movie monster, but on the other side of my desk, so that I couldn't likewise do anything unwelcome.

She nodded, and went to sit in the chair, and I took stock of her: On the short side - not much more than five feet tall - he had loomed over her - with sandy blonde hair and eyes that would probably be pleasant if she were not terrified. A nice, trim body, dressed for the summer, and long, elegant fingers that she kept clutching. Once she sat down she relaxed, but still huddled inward.

"Do you know him very well?"

She glanced over, and shook her head. "Not really. We have one class together, I think, but we never met before."

"And yet you came here with him?"

She laughed a nervous laugh. "No way. I came here with some other friends, and he was already here with some of his buddies."

That raised her in my estimation, and I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" I said, and the guys I'd sent for with that pre-arranged key combination came in, followed by Jordan and his mother, with a few other party-goers not far behind. Both of the guys were large, and arrayed in tactical gear. The first one - a guy I'd gotten to know when I worked for the courts - stepped in and looked over the snoozing body.

"Finally got to use the panic button I set up, eh?" he said with a grin, and then he knelt down and pulled the electrodes from the TASER from the sleeping student's chest.

"I thought it would be less paperwork than using the shotgun" I replied, and he chuckled and pulled handcuffs from his belt, snapping them tight before he slapped the sleeping student conscious.

As they cuffed the student, Penny crossed to the girl, who was finally beginning to come out of the shocked state she'd been in since being dragged into the room.

"Are you all right" she asked, coming to the girls' side, and that was all it took for the girl to burst into tears.

"I thought he was going to..." she started and then buried her head in Penny's shoulder.

Seeing that was as under control as it was going to get for the moment, I looked to the security guys - Dutch and Rob - with a question.

"You got this under control?" I asked, and they smiled and heaved the still dazed student to his feet. Each of them was larger than him, and he seemed to understand that he was defeated.

"Yeah - we'll take him out to the front and work on the paperwork until the PD shows up. You want him charged?"

"Well, I kind of charged him already, but some criminal consequences might come in handy. I have reason to think his intentions were not at all honorable." I got up and picked up the bottle of wine that had been dropped. From the cab on the label, it looked like it was from my collection. "I'll let you know if there are any added charges. Thanks guys."

They hustled him out the door, and I could still see Jordan standing in the doorway, so I waved him in. He looked as surprised as anyone there, and walked on the far side of the room from where Penny was consoling the young woman.

"Any idea who he was?" I asked.

"I think he's on the baseball team. I didn't even know he was here."

"We might want to see who else is here" I said, and after a look to Penny (she was in control by then). "She said he was here with friends from the team."

"I didn't invite them. I only know one of them, and I haven't seen him here tonight."

We left the den, closing the door behind us, to walk through the house. Jordan did not understand why I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the kitchen, but as we walked through, gathering curious and frightened looks from the young people who had seen the men in body armor rush into the house, he pointed out several among the dozens there (we had planned on less than thirty guests) who he said he did not know.

There was nothing unusual going on on the patio, and the people swimming in the pool and at the tables around it seemed surprised to see us. They had not been witness to the arrival of Dutch and Rob, and were very surprised to see someone with silver hair at their party.

In the game room, a game of pool had been interrupted, and the construction of... something yet unidentified out of Legos on the poker table had been abandoned, but when we entered the people there peppered us with questions about what they thought had been a SWAT team, seeming more excited than concerned at what had happened.

In the music room, we found one guy sitting at the piano, playing something I did not know (and playing it pretty well), and a couple in the back corner who apparently considered the room as empty, snogging away quietly.

In the pantry, I could see that the lock had been broken off of the wine rack, and took a couple of pictures and sent them to Dutch. I'd have to fix that eventually, but not until evidence had been gathered, which annoyed me. People like that rarely acted alone, and I had a strong feeling he had associates in the house, maybe harassing some of the legitimate guests.

Then we walked to the back of the house, where all of the doors had been closed except for the bathrooms.

The three guest rooms (one of which Jordan had left clothes and stuff in, as he was a semi-regular guest) were untouched, but when I opened the door to my bedroom, we found five people on the bed, doing things not normally done without an invitation. I hefted the fire extinguisher and cooled them all down with a few blasts of CO

2

, and when they stopped yelling (which took a few more applications of cold) asked them just what they hell they thought they were doing.

"Josh invited us!" exclaimed the woman who had been the apparent center of the assemblage on the bed.

"Josh who?"

"You know - Josh - the guy whose house this is." She did not seem to recognize Jordan, and the one guy who did not join in looked very embarrassed when he saw Jordan looking at him, shocked.

"Well, you all have five minutes to get out of my house" I said. "Yes,

my

house. The police are parked out front in case any of you have any trouble telling time." I looked at the bed and then at the woman. "And you'll be getting a bill for cleaning the sheets."

That was the last of them, and as we walked back to the front out the house, Jordan told me about the people in the bedroom - connected to the baseball team. The one guy who had blushed was the shortstop, and the only one of the five he had invited.

"He'll go on my white list" he said, bitter. "He knew I was interested in Mindy - the one in the middle - but damn! Not only did he not tell me she would be here, but, well, what they did... I told everyone the back of the house was off limits."

"You go to college to learn. Some things are harder to learn than others. Just be glad you found out in time. Too bad about your friend, though - it looked to me as though he had... talent."

"Major talent. You should see him when he hasn't been frozen!"

"That's probably where the rumors about you came from."

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Where did you learn the fire extinguisher trick?"

"In the navy. We were trained in

all kinds

of firefighting techniques." I pointed the now nearly depleted extinguisher at him, playfully, and he flinched. "There's heat, and then there's heat. You'd be surprised to find out what that kind of cold feels like."

"Maybe some other time?"

"That's fair. Now let's see how the lady in question is holding up."

As we made our way back to my den, we ran across clusters of kids who were clearly getting ready to leave. "Yo, dude - if the cops are here we clearly overstayed" was the usual excuse, but Jordan calmed them down, and convinced a few to stay.

"That's all over - a few bad eggs who weren't even invited messed things up. Now things will mellow with them gone. And dessert isn't even out yet!"

The mention of food got more than half to reconsider leaving, and had me wondering what had become of the flan and churros I'd seen in the kitchen, but I am always ready to make peace, so I just agreed and went along.

In the den, Penny and the girl were sitting and chatting, and I could see that the box of tissues I kept on my desk had been used to dry numerous tears. The girl greeted Jordan with a genuine smile - the first positive thing I'd seen her do, and the way here eyes lit up when she saw Jordan gave me a smidgen of hope that Penny had been able to help.

"Jessie! I didn't even know you were here" said Jordan, moving forward, and then stopping awkward and uncertain. "Are you all right?"

She got up and hugged him tight. "I'm better. Your mom is helping a lot."

Seeing that they had things under control, I went to my desk. "How many people would you say are here?" I asked, and he counted on his fingers.

"About thirty, thirty-five. Why?"

"I need to know how much dessert to order. What would go over well?"

"I love tiramisu" said the girl, and Jordan nodded, so I logged on to a restaurant I know, and rush ordered tiramisu for thirty, paying a premium go get it here within a half hour. Then I captured the footage from my internal and external security cameras, and forwarded them to my lawyer with a note that things had happened, and he should call when he got the time (which would probably be after the weekend, soonest).

By then Jordan and Jessie were sitting quietly, just looking at each other and I gathered up Penny by eye, and we went out to talk to the other guests.

The guests who had stayed (and I could see that maybe a quarter had left) were back to whatever they had been doing before. The pool game was back on, the Legos were now being connected according to some principle that had nothing to do with any real goal beside silliness I could see, and the couple in the music room had not come up for air, and may not have been aware even then that anything unusual had happened.

The crowd by the pool had grown, though, and given the temperature in the high 80's and the sweat that had built up on me after my encounter, I was tempted to jump in myself, but people had questions.

While we were talking about the guy and the girl (and the reactions were many and varied, with some people saying good things about the girl, and some saying mean things about the guy, and the baseball team in general), my phone chimed, and Penny went to the front door and accepted delivery of the tiramisu (having a rep for tipping well helps), and that brought nearly everyone out to the pool deck, and generally cheered everyone up, but by then the discussion of the baseball team had mutated as conversations do, and everyone was talking about their reputation for throwing wild, loud parties, where the female guests were not treated well. I got the clear impression that these were people who looked out for their own, which raised my impression of Jordan even further. He had made some good friends.