"I'm not interested in your research," David Stoll said over the phone. "I just need Annette to help with some coding. I'll pay her a hundred thousand dollars a month for two to three hours a day, three days a week. If you need anything later, let me know. I'll try to get it, but we'll talk price. If it's about live people, talk to Irons. You two have worked together before. He's better at that."
"Fine," William replied. "Contact Annette directly from now on."
William gave David Annette's number and hung up. He turned to Annette. "Get in touch with him. Ask if he has other connections, but don't rush. Wait a bit. We need a backup plan."
"I understand," Annette said, unsure of the full plan but ready to follow her husband's orders.
David tossed his phone aside and grabbed Cindy's hair, thrusting harder into her pussy. "I'm gonna come, Cindy. Give me a baby!"
"Yes, oh, yes, honey, come inside me! I want your baby!" Cindy moaned loudly, no longer holding back. David's fierce pounding sent her into a climax. She felt a hot rush of his cum flood her womb, warming her belly.
His cum was scorching, the heat and force making her groan. Her legs clamped around David's waist, her toes curling tightly in her stockings, the purple gem on her toe ring glinting as if it might tear through. * This feels unreal, * she thought, overwhelmed by the intensity.
Wave after wave of cum shot into Cindy's tight, virgin pussy. Its snug grip, paired with her blonde, blue-eyed allure, drove David wild. * I couldn't afford girls like her before, * he thought. * Now I'll fuck them till they're pregnant! *
With a pop, David pulled out and propped a pillow under Cindy's hips to keep his cum inside. He turned to Shin Woo, who was sipping water to clean her mouth. Without foreplay, he pushed her down and shoved his dick into her wet pussy, thrusting relentlessly. Her breasts bounced wildly.
Shin Woo moaned, twisting her hips to match his rhythm, her eyes burning with love as she clung to his neck. * I love when he's rough, * she thought. The brutal fucking sent pleasure crashing through her, promising to leave her trembling and blissful.
While David fucked his lovers and practiced his dual cultivation technique, Jill lay awake in her apartment. Her backpack held two hundred thousand dollars and a note from David, telling her to buy good food and take care of herself. As her boyfriend, he said, she could come to him with anything. He also apologized for forcing himself on her that afternoon, claiming he had a sex addiction. Masturbation used to help, but after being with her, only women could satisfy him. He called her his first, which surprised her.
Sitting on her bed, Jill couldn't sleep. She didn't know how to face David, the man who raped her, then became her lover through cheating. Her pussy ached from his cum that afternoon, the sensation lingering. * How did it come to this? * she thought.
Jill wasn't the only one sleepless that night.
The next day, David began recruiting. His first move was hiring Alyssa, a reporter at his bar, as his public relations manager.
"Work for you? No way," Alyssa said. A former war journalist, she was a woman of principle, tough as steel.
"No deal's impossible," David said. "I protected you before. Without me, the gangs would've gotten you. Now I've cleaned them out. Check the streets. No drugs, no chaos. A managed gang is a good gang."
He spoke calmly, not rushing her.
Alyssa frowned. "Fine, but you help me with something first."
"Name it," David said. "If I can do it, I will."
"I lost my memory years ago," Alyssa said. "It's tied to a case in the Arklay Mountains. I've searched, but there's no record. I need you to help me find clues."
Her tone was serious. She hated injustice.
"Deal," David said. "We'll hold off if there's no rush. In a few days, I'll go with you. To our partnership!" He raised a glass, smiling.
Alyssa clinked her glass with his, took a sip, and said, "Treat Cindy right. Don't use her and dump her."
David's face turned serious. "Never. I don't sleep with prostitutes. I don't hate them, but I hate men who don't own up. I have a problem, a bad one. Sex addiction. I need women daily to stay stable, or I'll want to kill. I like Cindy, but she can't handle me. I need an hour each time."
Alyssa looked surprised but nodded. "I believe you. In England, an eighty-two-year-old woman with sex addiction became a porn star. It's real."
"Good," David said. "One more thing. Know any computer experts? I'm starting an internet company and need top talent."
Alyssa thought for a moment and gave him a number. "This is a hacker I know. No guarantees she'll help."
"Thanks," David said, jotting it down. "I'll reach out."
He left the bar, handing its management to Shin Woo. A former cop who worked with undercover agents, she was perfect as the bar's boss. To please David, she'd do anything.
David drove to Raccoon City University, home to two thousand students and strong programs in chemistry, computer science, and medicine. Using his plot knowledge, he aimed to recruit talent early, especially women he could charm into becoming his lovers. * Money and a big dick, * he thought. * No woman can resist that. *
With his police badge, David easily accessed the university's office and found his target: Yoko Suzuki, a Japanese-American student.
Her photo showed an average-looking girl, not stunning but not plain. * No endless supply of gorgeous women, * David thought. * That's just fantasy. *
In the computer science classroom, David found Yoko reading. He flashed his badge and set a fruit tea in front of her. "Hi, I'm David. Here's my ID. Are you Yoko Suzuki?"
Yoko had a gentle, wholesome vibe, like a quiet, good girl. Seeing a cop, she looked nervous. "Yes, officer. Did I do something wrong?"
"No," David said, shaking his head. "I need your advice."
"Go ahead," Yoko said, relaxing slightly, her eyes bright.
"I'm starting an internet company for online shopping," David said. "I need someone to design the program. I saw your records. You're impressive. Interested? I'll pay a hundred thousand a month for coding and maintenance. No set hours. Finish the work, and you're free. You can even work from home."
David explained, sketching a simple diagram on his notebook.
Yoko hesitated. It sounded sketchy. But as he described the benefits, she saw the potential. "Officer, that program's tough to build. It'll take time, and I have classes."
"School's for getting a job," David said, lighting a cigarette. "Book smarts are nothing without real-world use. I'm just starting, so it's rough. I need someone to grow with me. Got time? Let's grab food and talk."
Yoko paused, then asked, "Can I bring a friend?"
She was cautious, smart not to go alone with a man, even a cop.
"No problem," David said. "You pick. Like Japanese food? There's a good place nearby."
Soon, David, Yoko, and her friend arrived at a Japanese restaurant in the residential district. "Order anything," David said. "I'm paying. What's your name?" He smiled warmly, extending a hand to Yoko's friend.
"Valerie Harmon," she said, shaking his hand with a bright smile. "Chemistry major, first year. Nice to meet you."
"Oh, the chemistry genius," David said. "The dean mentioned you. Order freely. We're friends here. Everyone picks five dishes, no excuses."
His bold confidence made Yoko and Valerie exchange a glance, feeling oddly at ease. His take-charge attitude let them order comfortably.
The food arrived, and David poured them juice, sipping sake himself. "I'm building a company from scratch," he said. "I need your help. If you're not in, recommend someone else. No hard feelings. To friendship!" He raised his glass.
His boldness won them over. Women liked his straightforward charm, even if they didn't fall for him. It made things easy.
Yoko considered, frowning. "I need two weeks to develop it, if you can wait."
"Take a month," David said. "Build the foundation right. You've got time. Here's three hundred thousand, your first month's pay. We'll do contracts later. I haven't hired a lawyer yet."
He handed her a bag, acting casual.
"No, I can't take this!" Yoko said, startled by his generosity.
"It's a deposit," David said, smiling. "We'll deduct it later. Take it. Here's my number. Call if you need anything or have stuff to prepare. I'll handle it. To our deal!" He raised his glass again.