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Chapter 13.
After we returned to Sydney, David was busy daily trying to sort out the business of his entitlement in the family trust. Apparently he was not permitted to sell his 15% stake in the trust as that would require a majority vote. I wouldn't know what a majority vote from one end to the other. But he could take charge of the interests generated and accumulated over the years. It was a huge, huge sum, just a bit over $180 Million!!!! I though I heard him wrong, "Yes, that's the figure, excluding the capital, more than 30 years of compound dividends and interests"
Compound? I only knew pounding, pounded my arse, pounded his arse.
"What are you going to do with so fucking much money?"
"Buy some expensive jewelry for my No.1 bimbo"
"No shit" I hit him on his shouder.
"I've been thinking about it for a while, with the right help, some of those young men at Darlinghurst Rd. could easily be steered away from prostitution. I have nothing against protitution, but we both know it's a hard game, once they are over a certain age, passed their prime time, once their looks and youth disappeared, their earning capacity will diminish. Besides, how many of them ever think of saving up for the rainy days? for the forced retirement days, which could arrive sooner than they think, before they even turn 30? How many of them fall into the traps of drugs and alcohol? I want to provide help, assitance, trainings. Not back to schools craps, waste of time, too late for most of them anyway. I want to provide something far more practical, some apprenticeships, to become electrician, plumber, carpenter, chef , builder etc. I wouldn't be able to help everyone of them, but I'll do my best, and with the money I have, I believe I could help quite a few, and I want you to be my first apprentice" "But I'm already learning how to become a good bimbo"
"If you don't talk serious, I'll kick your arse" How about fucking it? My Gay Brother Teresa, holy shit.
"I'm going to set up scholarships, I'll make use of the existing organisations from various groups, church and non-church, including provisions of detoxification, counseling for those with personal issues, mental illness, or if some kids want to reunite with their family, I can give them financial assistance, and of course, the one thing all these street boys need is decent accommodations, for that I can use some of our family's companines to help out. So, tell me, Josh, what would you like to do? I worry about your staying home all day doing nothing. I don't want any more nonsense from you, Josh, perhaps a chef?"
"Oh, I don't know, I don't think I want to handle pots and pans, so cooking apprentice is out of the question, besides, we have mom and Chan to prepare meals for us. Who needs a chef if you can eat fish raw? Nope, I think I would like to learn to become a builder, like your father makes billions by building houses"
"Well, I take it you want to become a house builder, that can be arranged, but my father was more than a builder, he got lucky with the help of my mother's money" "Oh, I have David Berg's millions at my disposal"
"Dana was right on one thing, young man, you definitely have a sharp tongue, don't your agree, mother?" he was addressing my mom. It started the day we returned from that horror lunch with David's parents. Instead of calling my mom Judy, he changed to "mother", and started calling his mom "Dana". My mom was beaming with joy since, David came first in all things. "David likes to have his shirts ironed, David does't like sausages, too much salt and fat, David likes Wheatbix instead of Corn flakes, too much sugar" Hugs and kisses, on and on and on, and I was the bridesmaid.
Mom was busy knitting something, no doubt for David, she just nodded in agreement. Conspirators, those two.
"One question, aren't you going to do anything for the girls?" "As a matter fact, I did consider it, unfortunately, the girls are a bit more complicated. As most all of them have some attachment, pimps, boyfriends, and majority under the control of organised crime. One day when I put all the threads together, I'll tackle the girls then, meantime, one step at a time. I have also decided on the name for my scholarship, I think you will like it, mother"
"David Berg Scholarship? Gay Brother Teresa Scholarship?" I said.
"No, The Jenny Biggs Scholarship, in memory of your sister" I got hit on the shoulder.
Mother sat up straight, "Oh, David, you are too kind", she ran over and hugged him, kissed him, hugged him again, went teary, no, crazy. He had now been elevated to the status of Sainthood in my mother's book. The Patron Saint of Darlinghust, aka Brother David.
"Tomorrow is the big day, I'm going to my father's office with my solicitors to arrange the official sign over of the money, when I return, we shall go to the Chan's for a little celebration" So, by the end of day tomorrow, we'll be free from his parents, and I gained a rich sugar brother, The Sugar Brother of Darlinghurst.
That night, I put my sharp tongue to good use. He got hooked to the rimming game. My favourite position was for him to sit on my face. I loved being able to watch him when he came. My tongue went straight through the pearly gate, swirled around the ring of no return, that mother of all rings. I used one hand to rub his nipples, and the other to masturbate him. He was in heaven, our Patron Saint of Darlinghurst, his face distorted, his lips opened slightly, looking up to heaven, nailed to the cross, asking the question. Then felt the sensation of hot spunk splashing over my face, when the drops from heaven stopped, when his breathing recovered, The Patron Saint returned to Earth, and took care of my need. Kissed me fiercely, tasted his own arse. Bit my nipples hard. Fine line pain and pleasure. Sucked on my king size "Spring Roll" as he once called it, expertly rolled his tongue around the crown, took the whole length down his throat without choking. Chomped away, Brother. I pushed deeper, tested his limit, force-fed him, pulled back to let him breath, backed in again. Then the shakings, contractions, his mouth now a giant vacuum, my whole being at its mercy. I came, ejeculated billions of sperms into him, trying to reach the egg, to find it, to fertilize it. Oh God, why man couldn't conceive? So fucking unfair.
The next morning, David left home 9 a.m. sharp. Shortly after, while mom was cleaning up the breakfast table, the phone rang. "Good morning, is that you Josh? This is Mrs. Berg. Can I come and have a quick word with you? Oh, I'm just around the corner, 2 minutes' time?" Hated surprises, what that super bitch wanted? I suspected she and Warren were up to no good, she planned this meeting without David's presence, she must be waiting outside the gate, intercom buzzed almost straight away.
Breezed in Dana, the mother of our Saint. "Good morning Judy" "Good morning Mrs. Berg, please take a sit" Lovely perfume, not the cheap stuff Michelle used, some very expensive dress she had on, egg size diamond ring with matching ear rings. The giant money sign sat down. "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" "No, I only drink one coffee a day, I had my ration" Not a word of thanks, that arrogant bitch, that's my mom, not your servant. "Would you excuse me Mrs. Berg?" "No, stay, I want to talk to both of you" Like talking to a dog, stay, sit, paw. Game time.
"I'll go straight to the point. Me and my husband," What did she think she was, the fucking Queen of England? "both agree that David's accociation with your family will do untold damages to David's career and his reputation, our reputation. Both your sister and father committed suicide, albeit their sad circumstances, you, a street walking male prostitute, despite you portrayed yourself a social worker, really, a male hooker you were" she used her tongue like a knife, and she twisted it to extract maximum pain, just you keep, bitch.
"We the Bergs, of very high social standings, I'm on various charity organisations, our family members occupy high positions in the government, some are lawyers, medical professions. And your family, without going into details, anyway, you know what I mean"
"But, the purpose of my being here today is not to humiliate you" Oh, what did you call this, compliments? Thank you bitch "but to make an offer you can't refuse" Keep talking, bitch. Mom's face was all white, I'd never seen her so angry, like she might throw the hot kettle over that bitch any minute soon.
"I've seen many gold diggers over the years, thanks to that disgraceful husband of mine" "You mean unfaithful?" She ignored me, and continued "and you are, in my experience, a small time gold digger, but, I want to be generous, and I've drawn up a cheque, Warren told me it's too much, to recompese you for the sexual services you performed for the benefits of my son David. The money should set you and you mother up for life, you will never have to walk that street in Darlinghurst Rd. ever, on the condition that you leave my son straight away, and stop all future contacts with him and my family, you can keep whatever gifts you received from David, including the cars" "No, the cars are in his name" "Oh, he is smarter than I thought" "No, we didn't want to accept it as gifts" Mom replied.
"Whatever, here is the chque" she handed it over to me. I'd never seen a $1 million cheque in my life, not in my dreams, not even a fake one, let alone a real McCoy. I let out a whistle, then passed it on to Mom "what's your thought, mom?" "Josh, it's your life, your decision, I'm sure you'll make the right choice" She looked at it as though it was a piece of super market receipt. Diplomatic she was.
"Mrs. Berg, how do I know that it won't get bounced? You can easily cancel it as soon as we get out of that door! I'll need to bank it and make sure it won't get bounced" She was most helpful, "Oh, how about you stay on until the cheque is cleared and the money physically being credited into your bank account? It that a deal?"
"Sure, thank you Mrs. Berg, it's a deal, but I will tell David myself about my leaving him, after the cheque cleared, not before, and if you utter one word, the whole deal is off, you get me?" A million bucks for less that few months of work? Thank you ma'am. She breezed out, pleased, mission accomplished. Warren, good news!
"You are not going to take the money, are you, Josh? You are not going to repay David with such despicable act? He loves you, how can you? I know it is a lot of money, but" "More than a lot, mom, huge, as a matter of fact, a million bucks" "Oh well, I have my say, you do what you want" she went into her room and slammed the door on me.
I went straight to my bank with my saving account passbook, I presented the cheque, the bank teller from the Commonwealth Bank looked over the counter like I was going to rob them. He asked me to wait, and went to talk to his manager, they mumbled for a little while, then the bank manager approached the counter, all smiles. "Mr. Biggs, thank you for banking with us, it's a lot of money, we will need to check with the drawer to make sure it is legitimate, which I'm sure it is, just a matter of bank policy, really. What are you going to do with such large sum? Perhaps you would like to talk to one of our financial planners who could provide free taxation and financial advice to help you investing your money?" "No, but thanks, so how long it will take to clear with the drawer?" "Oh, right away, please do sit down, there are chairs over that corner, and I'll call you as soon as it's done" Money talks, money talked, I felt big, Mr. Biggs, no body ever called me that except David, and that duty police officer at the Acacia Ridge station.
It was all done within 15 minutes, and I was told the cheque required 3 working days to clear, I could lay my hands on one million bucks 3 fucking working days later! Wow. I almost got a hard on thinking about it.
Mother was glum when I returned home, I was in a cheery mood though. In order not to put her through too much miseries, I let her in my little game.
"Mother, how could you even think that I would be so ungrateful and take the money and leave David? You think I'm such a low life? Such a prick? After what he did for us? Shame on you"
"But, but, you did take the cheque and bank it"
"Why not, it's good money mom, but not for our benefit, mom. I'll give the money to the Jenny Biggs Scholarship, our contribution, you silly cow!" I was elevated to the Sainthood immediately, The Patron Saint of Love and Loyalty.
Final round, K.O.
We jumped when we heard those wheels crushing the gravels. We wer the jumpy lot these days. David walked in the door all smileys. Thank you God, such wonderful man landed onto my dick, into my life. Lord of the Ring?
When I showed him my bank saving passbook, you should see the expressions went past his face, queries, doubts, revelations. "Dana?" After he was told the whole story, "What are you going to do now?" When I mentioned the down payment for Jenny Biggs Scholarship, he laughed so hard, mom joined in, I joined in, tears rolling down our cheeks, and I'd cemented my status as The Patron Saint of Love and Loyalty. Couldn't wait to see Dana in three day's time.
The Chan's chinese cookings were delicious. Mom even had a little sip of bubblies. I had too much that night, David carried me home.
To be continued......