6. Moving in
Aristonicus had a few things he wished to do, a virgin at an old age, partly because he had nothing going for him, he hired a masseuse and a cleaner for his house. He woke up on the 5th of January 2030 a Friday at 8:30 AM and walked to Matho’s house to obtain some of his clothes he had left there. A pitiful amount was given to him. He came back at about 9 AM to the sight of Alex absolutely amazed at the statistics on the screen. ￡29.7 million in the business accounts had Alex jumping up and down like a chimpanzee.
“Goodness me, holy shit Ari, you fucking madman!”
“These numbers are only going to keep increasing you know,” Aristonicus laughed, “but yes, I suppose.”
He worked for another four hours. Collapsing onto the sofa, as Alex brought a pizza.
“Thanks,” Aristonicus said, “being a human battery is exhausting.”
“I can only imagine,” Alex said, “￡40.5 million,” Alex said salivating, “my wife is really going to think I am in a gang or something, Alt Energy LTD she said was a scam.”
“Was for sure, now not so much,” Aristonicus said, “you’re a good guy Alex I can trust you with my plans. I have plans for politics and what not, but for now, we just focus on what we have going on here.”
“For sure sir,” Alex said.
“We are friends aren’t we? No need for ‘sir,’ it makes me uncomfortable.”
“Sure thing boss,” Alex said.
Aristonicus went outside a little, stretched out his arm and the lightning hit him, he waltzed back in unfazed going back to work. He demolished the pizza and went to generating absurd amounts of electricity.
“Did you hear the government is apparently going to get rid of some windmills?”
“Yeah,” Aristonicus said surprised, “why would they do that?”
“People are complaining about them,” Alex explained.
“All right, let me plough on, we’ll talk about it after.”
Again he worked for 6 hours. Super charging the grid and generating another ￡16.2 million in company funds.
“56.7 million company funds sir,” Alex said, “do you wish to divide them yet?”
Again Aristonicus stared at Alex for using the word ‘sir,’ but he did not even realise he had reflexively used the term.
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“I want to leave 5 million in for company expenses, the rest I’ll give to you, but I need to work some more.”
“Don’t you wish to enjoy your new house boss?” Alex said.
“I will, but I need to eat a bit first,” Aristonicus said.
He spent a measly amount of time eating, eating a biscuit and some fresh apple juice before again ploughing three hours. He made ￡8.1 million and dispensed his wishes.
“Like I said 5 million in company reserves. Then and only then. 20%, 80%. Like usual.”
Alex got ￡11.96 million, which he put into stocks and shares, hugging Aristonicus with extreme force. ￡47.84 million plus the additional 15.72 left Aristonicus with ￡63.56 million. An astonishing figure for a person who was utterly broke not that long ago.
“Alright, I’m going ok,” Aristonicus said.
Aristonicus took an uber to his new residence. Walking out and finding three women at the front door. There were three east asian women, dark eyes and black silky hair; attractive to his eye, they had worked out rears and plump tits. They were suspicious of Aristonicus who looked out of place with the residence.
“These are my daughters who will be doing the cleaning, I am the masseuse, I know this is last minute, but do you mind if we live here?” The woman said.
“Sure,” Aristonicus said, getting hard in his pants, “I only just got the money to buy this place, sorry about the clothes.”
They entered the opulent place, Aristonicus going into one of the bedrooms that he claimed as his own, going down into the spa getting a towel.
Did I just let strange women stay in my house because I am horny? Damn it. Matho would admonish me for sure, but what can I do?
Aristonicus a man with ￡63 million to his name, went to the sauna and found some kind of massage chair and laid down. The woman was buxom and put her hands on his back, taking off his shirt and wrapping a towel around his waist. She massaged his back, and he said:
“How much do you charge?”
“￡200 an hour,” she said humbly,
“100 k sound good to you.”
“K?” She asked, “what’s that.”
“￡100,000,” he said, “I’ll pay you for the service, I need a good massage, also, well you look like you have your own circumstances.”
She put some oil on him, and put her tits on his back.
“My husband died and left us in a lot of debt,” she said, “he was an alcoholic and had a gambling problem.”
Feeling her tits on his back, she kneaded his back with powerful hands. The millionaire who had only recently acquired his wealth, purred at the feeling. The masseuse retracted her breasts and asked:
“Are you for real about the money? I don’t want to be scammed.”
He reached for his phone and organised the transfer of money right in front of her eyes, after which she practically leapt on top of him massaging his front. A 44 year old rubbed herself against Aristonicus as he tried to relax.
“What’s your name boss?” She asked.
“Aristonicus,” he said.
“I am Jing,” she said.
She massaged his legs, and noticed his dick rising up from the towel. She got undressed, revealing plain lingerie, which got him even more excited. She had trimmed pussy hairs, gently lowering herself on her client who baptised his dick in a wet tight hole. She lowered herself moaning as she did so, he put a bit of electrical stimulation on her clitoris making her squeeze and cum, moaning breathlessly as she did so. He did it approximately three times, synchronising it with his smacking of his hips.
“Can I cum inside?” He asked as her wet pussy slobbered on top of him.
“Yes, no problem,” she said.
At that moment he ejaculated inside of her, seeing her pussy cough out his cum. He got hard again and began smacking inside of her again. Matho was likewise making love to his woman, cumming inside of a condom to not have a baby. Jing sucked his dick clean, and they went to splash in the pool.
Life is a lot better than good now. Still Matho will chastise me for the circumstances, but she is attractive and I’m a single man so what’s the trouble.
He would sleep that night in the embrace of Jing in the same bed, snoozing after such a long day.
