Chapter Five

I was awake by five and slipped out of the bed without waking Sybille, went to my office and made a pot of coffee.

I soon discovered a long e-mail from Jeff that had been sent late last night. It took nearly thirty minutes to read it from end to end. He covered everything I could have imagined, much of it too technical to mean anything to me.

The part that interested me was that the two brothers who had started the business had invested everything they had in the new company and were now broke and seriously in debt. It should be a simple matter to buy the company and put them on the payroll.

During the meeting Bill had determined that everything the company owned could be shipped in one truck. He had also analyzed the cost factors and determined that without the high overhead of a California location the units could be sold for about a third of the advertised cost.

I sent him a quick e-mail asking that he set up a meeting for later in the day so that Klaus and I could meet them and discuss the purchase arrangements.

I spent a couple hours going over all the financial statements to see how much was being spent in relationship to the income from the stocks. The basic project was marginally profitable; the businesses in the balance of the city were doing well also.

As all the aircraft were being charged off to the islands as well as all the ongoing construction there was a considerable loss showing. It wasn’t enough to be a real concern but it was more than I wanted to see. Some income was badly needed there as soon as possible.

For some unknown reason the overall totals were about one percent short of balancing. Now one percent is pretty good in most situations but that amounted to almost a billion dollars which was more than enough to raise a question. I would have to research this matter a lot further but now it was a little past eight so I refilled my coffee cup and filled another for Sybille. I wasn’t sure if she drank coffee; it was considered to be a luxury item in the islands.

I set her cup on the nightstand and gently pulled the sheet off of her to discover she was sleeping on her stomach; her nice, well rounded butt presented a nice view. Such a target was very tempting but common sense prevailed and I gently patted her butt to wake her; the plane would be here to take the islanders home in a couple hours.

As she rolled over and set up I handed her the cup of coffee and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. She raised the cup to her face and breathed in the aroma, "I love coffee; we only have it on special occasions at home."

She sipped at the coffee for a couple minutes before setting it down and going to the bathroom. As she walked across the room I was treated to that lovely backside in motion and it took considerable effort to not follow her.

There was a muffled scream from the bathroom; I rushed to see what was the matter. As I entered she was standing in front of the full length mirror with both of her hands over her crotch area and her eyes as big as saucers.

I looked around but didn’t see anything that would cause a scream, perhaps she was a little sore in that area from last night’s activities but that shouldn’t cause a scream either. I finally had to asked, "What’s wrong?"

"All my hair is gone!"

I reached out and touched the back of her head. She said, "Not there, down here." Finally it dawned on me what she was upset about.

I stepped close behind her and reached around taking her wrists in my hands and gently moving them up over her belly button. The view in the mirror was delightful.

She was almost in tears as she looked again at her cleanly shaven pubs, "Where did it all go? This has never happen with my boyfriend."

I had to laugh which didn’t help much, "I don’t think you boyfriend ever shaved you."

"You did this?"

"Yep, sure did, it makes that area look much neater."

She looked again, "Oh."

I pulled her close, "Do you like it?"

"The other kids will laugh at me."

"I don’t think so, a couple of them were watching as I did it and they said they liked the look of it so I suspect there will be a few more cleanly shaven girls and maybe even a boy or two."

She looked again, "Really? Do you like it?"

I grinned, "I sure do."

She nodded, "Then it is okay."

I released her wrists and we walked to the bedroom with my arm around her waist. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up her coffee cup as I reached past her to retrieve my coffee also. I noticed she was looking; no she was staring, at my crotch. As I sat down beside her she continued to stare and timidly reach her hand over to run her fingers through the hair at the base of my cock.

I waited to see where this was going to lead. After a couple minutes she began to giggle. Now I’m fully aware that my equipment will never win any prizes for size but I had never had anyone laugh at it either. She removed her hand but continued to giggle.

I glanced down to see if there was something noticeably wrong; nope everything looked the same as usual to me, "Would you like to tell me what is so funny?"

I noticed her face was beginning to flush a little, "I was just thinking that you should be shaved too."

I instinctively reached up and ran a hand over my jaw; yep I could use a shave. She saw my reaction and giggled some more before it occurred to me that she had to be referring to my crotch as I have very little body hair anywhere else.

I was completely at a loss for words for the first time in years. No one had ever mentioned such a thing before. When I didn’t reply she asked where I kept my razor and I motioned toward the bathroom without thinking. She quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom with her buns bouncing nicely.

She rummaged around in there for several minute then began bringing several items to the night stand and returned for more. When she finally sat back down she turned to me, "Whenever you are ready."

She spread a couple large towels in the middle of the bed and asked me to lay down on them. What the hell, I figured that poor little fella might get a kiss or two out of this so why not.

Apparently she had watched her father shave as she seemed to know what to do. First she used a pair of scissors to cut the hair as short as possible. The she used Sandy’s shaving mug and brush to lather the entire area then she cut a hole in the middle of a hot towel and put it over the area with my cock sticking through.

While she was waiting for the stubble to soften up she teased my cock by moving the jewelry back and forth so that it was soon at attention.

She removed the towel, picked up Sandy’s safety razor and made the first pass. It pulled a little but nothing to get excited about. When she saw the results she giggled some more and continued with her little project for several minutes. Finally she wiped the area with a damp cloth and applied some lotion which for some reason was also applied to my cock and she proceeded to rub it in. This was much better than that razor.

She sat back on her haunches and said, "All done on this side."

This side? What was she talking about now?

"There are some hairs I can’t get from the front."

Now this was getting out of hand, that is a private and off limits area for me. So I’m a prude, I shook my head, "You have had enough fun for today."

"You shaved me there and it is only fair that I shave you too."

I wonder whoever gave her the idea life was fair but her logic was hard to dispute at the moment. I turned over with the same feeling I always get when the doctor does a prostrate exam, totally exposed.

She wasn’t satisfied with me just lying on my stomach; she wanted me on my knees with my head on the bed. This was even worse. I had never, ever been in that position with someone behind me.

First there was the scissors, then the lather, then the hot towel. I think it was the same towel with the hole in it; I was sure I could feel the breeze. 

She didn’t wait as long before removing the towel this time, thank goodness. The first pass of the razor didn’t pull at all; apparently the skin is a lot tougher there. After pass after pass she wiped the area with a damp cloth and applied lotion also. Now that is where the problem came from.

While rubbing the lotion in she accidentally, she later said it was an accident anyway, hit the brown spot. I jumped like I had been shot and she laughed.

I rolled over onto my back and grabbed her and pulled her up beside me and gave her a good smack on the ass with my hand. She squealed a little but continued to laugh.

She got up on her knees and straddled me and began to lower herself towards my cock. I noticed that her juices had dampened the inside of her thighs; she had enjoyed this little scene. Apparently I had enjoyed it also as I was ready for action.

As she began to impale herself on my cock I reached up and took both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began to squeeze them gently. The more of my cock she accepted the harder I squeezed those sweet little buds until I was fully inside her. She was moaning and began to move from side to side.

I reluctantly released one nipple and moved that hand to gently rub her clitty. Within minutes she came and collapsed forward onto my chest. I let her rest for a few minutes before rolling us over into the missionary position. I began to take long slow strokes as she again reached an orgasm which continued until I came hard.

We stayed in that position for a while as she recovered again before moving to the shower. We washed and teased each other as we played in the warm water. 

As we were drying each other I glanced in the mirror; yep, the hair was all gone and it looked a little weird at first until I realized that with the hair removed my poor little cock appeared larger somehow. I could live with that.

All good things must end; it was time to get all the Islanders together, on the bus and to the airport. I told Sybille she needed to go next door and get all of her things ready to go.

I gave her a hug and noticed there were tears running down her face, "What’s wrong; did I hurt you somehow?"

"I don’t want to go; I want to stay here with you."

We sat down on the side of the bed again as I held her close. I was going to have to think about this for a while. What was Raul’s reaction going to be? What was Sandy going to say? What did I want to do?

Finally I said, "Okay, but you still have to get your things while I get dressed."

She jumped up and started toward the door, turned around and came back. She kissed me and quickly kissed the tip of my cock before running toward the door again. Her lovely butt was jiggling in all the right directions. Did I ever mention... yeah, I think I did...

I got dressed, went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and out to the patio to find the bus had arrived and most of the Islanders were there also. Everyone was dressed and ready to go.

I saw Raul and Sophia looking around for Sybille. This was going to be interesting to say the least. The only encounter with a girl’s father that had involved me had taken place many, many years ago when I was Sybille’s age. 

Raul was walking towards me; time to be a diplomat for once.

"Have you seen Sybille this morning?"

"Yes, she went to get her things next door."

"I didn’t see her when we all had breakfast."

Just them Sybille came onto the patio, still nude, and walked over to us, "Hi, Daddy."

He looked at her critically, "Why aren’t you dressed?"

She eased over beside me, "My friend said I can stay for a few more days."

He didn’t catch on right away, "Which friend was this?"

She giggled and looked at me, "This one."

Raul looked at me and then back at her, "Your friend and I need to talk, please excuse us for a moment."

As she walked away he turned to me, "Apparently you have made a great impression on her. Please do not mistreat her, she is my only daughter."

Of all the responses I had imagined this wasn’t quite what I had expected, "She will not be harmed in any way, I give you my word." He just nodded and walked back to his wife.

As I turned to follow her into the house I noticed Pierre had been close enough to have overheard and he was grinning as he ambled away. What did he know that I didn’t? We were going to have a serious conversation as soon as we go into my van to follow the bus to the airport.

Sybille was delighted with her father’s decision but didn’t seem at all surprised by it. She returned to the patio to say her goodbyes.

Soon the bus was loaded and ready to go. I asked Pierre to ride to the airport with me in the van. He nodded but had a small, sly grin on his face, again.

As soon as the van doors were closed I asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

He laughed, "You need a little history lesson about the islands."

"Okay, let’s hear it."

"Black slaves were first introduced in the 1500s to tend the crops and perform all the tasks that the white slave owners didn’t wish to do. In that type of environment it was only months before mixed race babies were appearing. At first they were killed outright but the Masters soon decided that they would just be additional slaves."

"The slaves soon determined that color was important and devised a system whereby all the lighter skinned slaves should only couple among themselves in an effort to produce light colored children. Of course the Masters preferred to have their fun with the pale slave girls and more and more bastards were born."

"Slowly, over centuries the color discrimination developed a dominant class of people with very light complexions. Perhaps you noticed that all the collage-educated natives fall in that category?"

I really hadn’t noticed but now that he mentioned it, yes it was true.

"The end result is that a pure African blood line no longer exists in the islands; the old ways die hard and there is still an unspoken tendency for them to be followed to this day."

So Sybille was still following the unwritten laws and Raul had agreed with it. This also explained why Sybille and her parents appeared to be Europeans with a good suntan.

The plane arrived almost an hour late and by the time it took off I had to rush to get Pierre back to the house and get to the meeting Jeff had set up at Jacques’ with the people from California. Klaus was waiting for me with his briefcase and we soon were on our way.

This was as good a time as any to find out what he knew about the missing funds, "Do you know that the books don’t balance?"

"Yes, at least they don’t balance yet."

Here we go again, "Why is that?"

"I haven’t had enough time to replace it yet."

"Where is it then?"

"I moved two billion dollars into a special account several months ago when I was unable to get around and had to stay out of sight. I needed something to do so I began to invest in currency trading. So far I have replaced half of it with the profits."

"And you still have the full amount in the account?"

"Yes, so there is nothing missing and there has been a good profit."

I breathed a sigh of relief; I had suspected there had been some embezzlement involved but it was just Klaus being secretive and making money at the same time.

We arrived at Jacques’ right at noon to find Jeff, Bill and the two gentlemen waiting for us.   

Willie soon had us seated in a small conference room and a waitress taking our orders for lunch. There was some small talk about the weather and how nice the city was during the meal. When the after dinner coffee was served Klaus go down to business.

"Gentlemen, we have studied your product and would like to propose a few changes. Currently it is far too expensive to be of interest to the trucking industry and there are workable units already in use there. We propose that your units be adapted to other areas."

The two brothers, Mark and Russell, were taken aback, "What other areas do you have in mind?"

"It would be of great value in tracking ships and planes."

They looked at each other, "Planes already have what is called a transponder."

Klaus nodded, "We want something a lot more sophisticated than that."

I could see that they were disappointed but not ready to give up, "The units we have designed are using all the abilities of the satellites already."

Klaus was undeterred by this, ‘Then you need to design the next generation of satellites also."

Again they looked at each other, "The plans are already complete for that but the cost is beyond our abilities."

Klaus nodded, "Time to put all the cards on the table. We are aware of your financial difficulties. We would like to purchase your company and all you equipment and patent rights."