Sold to the Trillionaires (2 page)

Chapter One

Leofred stood at the window of his office, watching as his best salesman sold his fifth car that day.  He was amazed that business was still getting better every day.  He looked around him at his plush office.  Even he had never imagined that he would become a trillionaire before he turned thirty. 

He thought back to the cold scared boy he’d been when he’d left the
boys’ home back in Houston when he was only fifteen.  Technically the boys’ home had been his home until he turned eighteen, but by fifteen he had already been dubbed a trouble maker.  How could he not be? 

He’d lost an eye when he was young and still lived at the boys’ home.  The doctors hadn’t been able to save it, though they’d tried.  He was of African American descent, although that didn’t really matter any longer.  There was no racism when no one had any idea who their parents were or where they’d come from.  Everyone was born equal
, in an incubator and then sent on to a boys’ home to be raised there.

Living in a house with twenty-five other boys made it virtually impossible for him to distinguish himself from the others.  He had no desire to show off like a trained monkey and study all the time.  Yes, he’d learned, and he’d always been one of the smartest boys there, but he hadn’t shown it.  He preferred to sit and plan how his life would be someday when he had all the money he needed and a wife.  His dreams had always included a wife
and children.

Even though they’d learned in school how rare “breeding women” were, he hadn’t believed it.  He had been certain he would someday be walking down the street and would accidentally bump into a woman, one who just happened to be young
, beautiful, and a breeder, and he would sweep her into his arms and marry her so they could have children together.  He would be Prince Charming to her Cinderella in a modern-day fairy tale.

He’d met exactly one breeder in his life, and she’d been seventy, so definitely not a breeder any longer. 
He could still remember her smell though.  It was so different than the non-breeding women he’d met.  The non-breeders were all unhealthy and infertile.  He wanted to kick the scientists who had decided that childbirth was barbaric and all children should be born in incubators.  Within a generation, they’d realized their mistake, but all of the woman who could donate eggs were too old for childbirth.  There was nothing that could be done.  The human race would be without females within a few generations.  There were enough male embryos to keep the race alive for a while, but there would be no women for companionship.  All of the female embryos had been born and either died quickly, or were too unhealthy to give birth, two generations ago.

Leofred looked around sadly.  There were men everywhere who would be willing to enter a
into homosexual relationship with him, but he wasn’t interested in that.  He wanted a woman.  A soft, loving, curved woman to spend the rest of his days with.  Was that really too much to ask?

He sat at his desk, staring off into space, wondering what he could do.  What did it matter that he was one of the richest men on the planet if he couldn’t afford a woman?
  There would be no one to leave his legacy to.  No child to be raised and taught the correct way to run a business.  No daughter to wear little pink dresses and call him “Daddy.”

He looked up at a knock on his door.  The door was glass
, as well as the walls.  He liked to be able to see everything that went on in the business he’d created.  He couldn’t hire anyone who would look out for his interests as he did.   He stood when he saw it was a friend of his, Mitchell, one of a few men who he considered a true genuine friend, who wanted nothing from him. 

Mitchell was a huge man with dark hair and brown eyes. 
He sported a goatee and had for at least ten years.  Leofred could barely remember what he looked like without it.

Leofred and Mitchell had grown up in the same
boys’ home and had often competed for the role of the worst kid there.  Mitchell had stayed on after Leofred left, but had managed to do something very few other men did.  He’d made a living from mining.  Mitchell had been a good science student…one who excelled at everything really when he bothered to apply himself which wasn’t often. 

At the age of eighteen, he’d stowed away on a ship bound for Saturn.  A ship full of men whose job it was to try to find anything that would be of use on the planet.  They were constantly searching and trying to find the answer to the lack of females, but that hadn’t happened.  Once they landed
on one of Saturn’s moons, Mitchell had stolen a space suit and a hovercraft to explore the planet on his own.  He had found something to help his home planet, if not what they were all originally looking for. 

The rocks he’d brought back to the ship with him had such miraculous properties that no one
had said a word about him stowing away.  The rock he’d found, and the mine he’d started and run, had revolutionized the fuel industry.  There had been cars running on water for years, but the water had to be clean and pure.  The planet didn’t want to waste all their natural resources on fuel.  They’d found that each car needed one of the tiny rocks to as fuel for many years. 

Mitchell had made trillions, like his friend, and the two of them had kept in contact over the years.  Both of them felt like they could trust the other implicitly.  There weren’t many men around who they felt that way about, because so many people were only interested in their money.

The men grasped each other’s hands tightly, pounding one another’s backs with affection.  “It’s so good to see you, Mitchell!  What brings you in?  Need a new car?  Or six new cars?”

“Not at the prices you charge!”  The two men laughed. 
Leofred had some of the best prices around, but Mitchell liked to remind him of the days when he’d started out as a used car salesman.

“Sit!”

Mitchell sank into the visitor’s chair opposite Leofred’s desk, and Leofred regained his seat.  “What can I do for you?”  It wasn’t often that Mitchell found the time to stop in and see him, although they both had a good time whenever he did.

Mitchell shrugged, a grin crossing his face.  “I have a business proposal for you.”

Leofred leaned back in his chair folding his hands behind his head as he talked to the other man.  They’d never done any kind of business before, preferring to keep their personal friendship separate from any kind of monetary arrangement.  “What kind of business proposal?”

Mitchell leaned to one side in his chair and pulled out his wallet, flipping through until he found what he was looking for.  He handed Leofred a piece of paper, obviously some kind of clipping, and waited while his friend read it.

Leofred quickly skimmed the article, his eyes widening with surprise.  “There are breeders left?”  His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it.  Was it possible he could actually get his hands on a woman?

Mitchell nodded.  “Just a few, but occasionally one of them will be auctioned off.  There have been several small religious colonies found that were formed when childbirth was outlawed.  The colonies continued to do things the old way, which means…they have breeders.”

“How often are the girls going up for sale?  Is it a weekly thing?  Monthly?”  Leofred was unable to keep the excitement out of his voice while he asked the question.  A breeder.  A real live breeder.  He’d do whatever it took to get one for his own.

Mitchell shook his head.  “From what I can tell there are only three or four auctions per year at the very most.”  He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his friend’s desk, crossing them at the ankle.  “The next auction is going to be in four months.”

Leofred grinned.  “Four months?  Does that give us enough time to find other men to work with us?”  He didn’t care how much time they had; they had to make this work.  He’d put up the share for another man if he had to. 

Mitchell shrugged.  “No clue,
and there’s no holo of her.  I heard she’s a tiny little thing, maybe five two?  Medium brown hair.  Pretty as can be.  I want her.  All of it’s rumor though.  She could be an Amazon, but honestly, I don’t care.  I just want the next girl available to me.”

“From the article
, it looks like they can’t sell them to a group of less than four men.  How are we going to find two more trillionaires?  You have anyone in mind?” Leofred asked.  He could barely contain his excitement.  He wanted the girl, and he wanted her now.  A breeder…Yes, he’d have to share her with three other men, but it would be worth it to be able to make love to a woman every night.  And to have children.  He stared off into space dreamily.  He could actually have a son or daughter…preferably both.  Yes, he’d do whatever it took to get that girl.  He wanted a breeder.

“We’ll figure it out.  I’m going to start looking.  I was hoping you’d have someone in mind, but I guess not.”  Mitchell got to his feet and shook Leofred’s hand.  “Think about it.  We’ll talk tomorrow.  We need to get our plan in motion.  I’m not letting this girl get away from us.”

*****

Leofred was still thinking about the breeder a few hours later when he went to his gym.  He had a standing appointment with one of the personal trainers at his club on Wednesday afternoons.  It was an exclusive gym, where you had to meet stringent admission criteria to be allowed to join, so Leofred looked around him as he did his
warm-up routine on the treadmill.  There must be someone there who could afford to be part of their group…and wanted a breeder.  So many men had settled happily into a homosexual lifestyle that he knew not every trillionaire would even be interested.

His trainer, Rodrigo, immediately noticed his distraction that evening.  After the fourth time Leofred had almost dropped a weight, he finally asked him about it.  “What’s wrong with you?  You’re usually the most focused client I work with.  Pay attention!”

Leofred sighed. He’d worked with Rodrigo for five years, but knew very little about the other man because they both got down to business. “I’m trying.”  He looked at the other man and contemplated how to ask.  “You know anyone who is hetero with money to burn?”

Rodrigo raised an eyebrow.  “Hetero?  Not many here.  I’m hetero.”
  Rodrigo wasn’t sure why the man would ask him if he was hetero.  It wasn’t a question that was asked often these days, because it was almost impossible to be “straight.”

“You don’t have a couple of trillion you’d be willing to spare on buying a girl to share with three other men do you?”

Rodrigo looked at him for a moment with an interested look.  “I have a few trill to spare.  What do you have in mind?”  He knew Leofred had always thought he was just a trainer, but he was the owner of the gym they were in as well as several others.  He also had an entire line of diet products that sold very well.

Leofred set down the barbell he was using and looked at Rodrigo in surprise.  “You have
trillions to spare?”  Being a trillionaire wasn’t unheard of, but men with that much money didn’t exactly grow on trees.

Rodrigo nodded.  “Sure.  Spain is good to the Olympians who represent them.  I left the country with more than my share of cash, and since I developed my diet and training system, I’ve compounded that several times.”  He shrugged.  “What is happening?”

Leofred used a towel to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to work out anymore, so why not just tell him what he needed?  “Here’s the deal.  My best friend and I are trying to put together a group of four men to purchase a breeder.”

“A breeder?  Are you serious?  Where did you find a breeder?”
  Rodrigo’s eyes were wide with wonder.  He’d dreamed of having a woman to bear his children one day, but he’d always assumed the dream was out of his reach.  He knew exactly how he’d treat a real woman, though, and he wanted the chance to test his theories on the best way to treat a woman.

Leofred briefly explained the situation to Rodrigo.  “We’ve got a while before the auction, but we need to get two more men and decide on living arrangements.  We’re all going to need to live close together to make it work.”

“So if we don’t get this one?”  Rodrigo included himself in the “we” without thinking.  He was going to be part of the group. 

Leofred shook his head.  “Oh, we’re getting this one.  I don’t care what it takes.”

Rodrigo grinned.  “Have you even seen her?”  What did she look like, this future bride of theirs?

“No, but I don’t care.  She’s young, and she’s a breeder.  What more could a man ask for?”

Rodrigo smiled.  “I’m in.”

“Great!  You have anyone in mind for a fourth?  We could probably do it with only three, but that would be stretching us financially.”  Leofred would be willing to do whatever it took, but going back to being a pauper would not be his first choice.

“There’s someone I know that I may be able to convince to join us.  Good man.  Lots of money.  I’ll talk to him.”  Rodrigo pointed to the barbell on the floor at Leofred’s feet.  “Ten more repetitions, my friend.”

*****

Leofred carefully followed the directions Rodrigo had given him to the farm in Burleson, Texas, just south of Fort Worth.  The property was done in an old fashioned style with tall stone walls surrounding the area. It was isolated enough from the general populace that they could easily hide a woman there and no one would be any the wiser for it. As he drove through the front gates, he noted the huge pods that were everywhere.  Rodrigo had said something about the man they were meeting, Gunther, growing the best vegetables in all of Texas.  The property certainly seemed to indicate that everything was perfect there.  Leofred couldn’t help but be impressed by the place.