Ella Mansfield

Married to the Trillionaires

Book One of Ménage for Mankind

By Ella Mansfield

Copyright 2013

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One hundred years after the decision to outlaw childbirth and move to a more humane form of procreation, the earth has very few females left.  Most of those are unable to become pregnant, due to a faulty system.  Trillionaires Bill, John, David and Steve band together and bid on an auction for one of the few “breeding females” left.  They plan it out as coldly as they would any other kind of business deal, knowing that down the road, they will eventually sell off any daughters born of the union.

April, a young woman sheltered from the outside world, is told by her father that he needs money and will be selling her at an auction to the highest bidder.  He does his best to protect her in the auction, but she has no choice in the matter.  April goes into the situation with a positive attitude
, not expecting to fall for the men so quickly.  When she finds out her plans for the future of her children, she must decide if her love of the men is stronger than the love of any children she may bear.

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Chapter One

Bill tilted onto the back two legs of his chair facing his three closest friends.  “I wish there were some of those around who were younger.”  He sighed as he gestured to a woman in her mid-sixties taking turns dancing with all the men in the bar.  He lifted his glass in a toast.  “To women.”

The other men lifted their glasses and repeated
after him.  “To women!”

Bill was thirty and had only touched a couple of women in his entire life. 
He’d never had the opportunity to make love to one, no matter how much he wished he had.  Three generations back, it had been decided that there was no need for women to go through the difficulties of childbirth any longer, so they’d gone to a “pod system.”  The eggs were removed from women in a painless procedure, and only the smartest men were allowed to donate sperm.  The eggs were fertilized by injecting one sperm into each egg, and the embryos were then placed into a pod.  It saved women from the dangers of childbirth.

It wasn’t until they were ready to start the second generation of babies, when the first of the girls born in the pod came forward
to donate their eggs that they realized their mistake.  Yes, they knew that there had been less girls than boys born, but it had been a few years before they realized how frail the pod girls were.  And even worse?  Every single one of them had been sterile.  The doctors were uncertain why it had happened, and they didn’t know what to do to prevent it.  Now, all the surviving women were in their sixties and up, and there was no hope for any more females to be “born.”

There were only a few small “religious” pockets of people on earth who had refused to stop real childbirth and now those few girls they’d given birth to
were in high demand.  Bill had a plan, though, and with the help of his friends, they could make it happen.  He just had to convince them.

He looked out over the others. 
John was a former football player.  He was tall with dark hair and eyes.  He liked to play and laugh, but like the others, he refused to turn to men for his sexual needs.  He preferred his fist over the butt of another man.  He now coached college football there in Dallas.

David
was tall with blond hair and green eyes.  He and John had met in college, and he’d been John’s agent when he’d joined the World Football League.  He’d picked up other clients here and there, and had soon made his first trillion in agency fees.  Bill had known both David and John for over five years.

Steve was the only black man of the group.  Most people weren’t a specific race anymore anyway, because of all the racial mingling, but Steve was definitely of African-American origins.  He was a botanist and had developed a plant that
grew complete nutrition, but tasted like chocolate.  He’d quickly cornered the diet market and several trillion dollars later, was sitting in an upscale Dallas bar with his friends.

Bill cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.  “I know you’re all wondering why I asked you here this evening.”  Every eye was focused on him, just as he preferred when he held business meetings.  His friends didn’t know this was a business meeting yet, but they were about to.  “I’ve heard about an auction that’s about to take place in Wisconsin.”
  He rested on his elbows, leaning forward onto the table.

There were quizzical looks on the other men’s faces as he said that.  What could they possibly need that they could get in Wisconsin and not in Texas? 
Wisconsin was a backward place with only a couple of large cities and lots of farmers.  He pulled a photo from his pocket and threw it down onto the table.  The smiling face of a pretty blue-eyed blond girl stared up at them all. 

David
was the first to grab it.  He stared down at the picture and swallowed hard.  “Pod girl?” he asked as he passed the picture on.

Bill shook his head.  “She was one of the few women born in secret to some religious nuts.  The father is ready to retire now, and she’s finishing school tomorrow.”  He grinned as he watched his friends’ reaction
s to the beautiful girl.  “She’s ready.”

John
couldn’t take his eyes off her innocent, pretty face.  “How much are we talking about?”  John was obviously interested in the girl, but he was very much about his bottom dollar.

Bill shrugged.  “There’s never been an auction like this.  The girl’s a virgin. 
Her father says she’s never even been kissed.  I had the medical report sent to me, so I could be certain.  She’s twenty-one.  From what I can tell, she has no clue she’s one of a few fertile women left.”  He studied his friends’ faces as he gave them all the information he had.  Were they as interested as he was?

“What’s your gues
s?” Steve asked.  Bill was the accountant for the other three, and his guesses were usually spot on. 

“I’m thinking she’ll be upwards of five.”
  He wasn’t going to lie to his friends.  He wanted them to be fully aware if they went into this venture with him. 

Steve made a face.  “Five billion?  That’s a lot of money. 
Even for men with our wealth.” 

Bill shook his head.  “Five trillion.”  He watched as the other men stared at him in shock.  None of them would pay five trillion for a girl.  That was crazy!  “I have a plan.”  He pulled open his briefcase and gave them each a contract, explaining what his proposition was.
  He sat back and watched as they scanned it. 

David
was the first to finish.  “So, you’d be married to her, but we’d all get an hour with her every night?”  He looked thoughtful.

Bill nodded.  “That’s right.”
  Would they each be willing to pay a trillion to get the rights to time with a girl?

Steve looked at bill.  “And we’d all profit when the daughters were sold?”  He wasn’t sure how he felt about that part of things.  The others would never be sure if a daughter was theirs or not unless a paternity test was done.  It would be obvious with him.

“That’s right.  We’d make sure we all knew who had fathered each son, but the daughters?  We’ll sell them all as soon as they’re of age.”  Bill hated the idea of selling off their daughters, but it made the deal so much more of a business proposition and not one of just four horny men trying to score with a pretty girl.

John
finally looked up.  “So you’re saying I can stop using sex toys and my hands?  I can have sex with this girl every single day?  No one will stop me?”  He lifted an eyebrow questioningly.  He wanted to make sure he understood where his money would be going.

“That’s the idea,” Bill told him.  “It’s a huge investment to start with, but we all get a girl we can screw regularly, and then we get our money back when we sell her daughters in twenty years.  We can all afford to wait for that.”
  He knew each of their financial situations as well as he knew his own.

David
crossed his arms over his chest thinking about it.  “It makes sense.  I’m in.”

John
looked at David.  “You’re my agent.  It’s your job to read contracts for me.” 

David
shrugged.  “John is in, too.” 

Bill laughed.  “You two were an easy sell.”

David shrugged.  “I think we’re all starved for more than just the old holos of women we have at home that we masturbate to.”  He looked over at Steve.  “You in?”

Steve nodded slowly.  “If I know one of the girls is mine, and I
don’t want to sell her, what happens?”

Bill pointed to a clause at the end of the contract.  “I had a feeling you’d wonder that.  ‘Paragraph seven
, section c) in the event one of the men does not feel he can give up his daughter, he can give up half of his investment into the woman.’  We will all get back our initial investment first, and then the profit from our daughters will be split four ways.  If any of us refuse to give up our daughter, they can get half of the initial investment back, and nothing from any of the girls.”

Steve contemplated that for a moment, before nodding.  “I’m in.”  He pulled a pen out of the pocket of his silver jumpsuit and signed his name at the bottom of the contract, handing it to Bill.

Bill waited as the other two men signed theirs before getting to his feet and shaking hands with each of his friends.  “I don’t think any of us will regret this.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “I’ve rented a van for the flight to Wisconsin to bid on her.  I’ll need each of you to transfer two trillion to my account tomorrow.  I’ll transfer any that’s left after the price is split four ways.”

“When do we need to go to Wisconsin?” 
John had never been a big fan of Wisconsin, because the Packers had smoked the Cowboys every time he’d played there.  He still held a grudge, and he’d been retired for three years due to a bad knee injury.

“Be at my place bright and early on Saturday.  I’ll drive.”  Bill put their signed contracts into his bag.  “This is business that will bring us all pleasure, so I’ll say very honestly, ‘It’s a pleasure doing business with you.’”
  None of them laughed at his little joke and he stifled a groan.  What was wrong with them?

They walked out of the small bar together into the lobby of the building.  The four of them shared the top floor of the Dallas high rise apartment building they lived in
and the bar they met at was on the ground floor.  Each had their own apartment, but they practically lived in each other’s pockets, so it would be easy to share the girl.

They all got into the elevator together, and
John pushed the button for their floor.  David looked over at Bill.  “What’s her name, anyway?”

“April.  April Moore.”

David nodded.  “April.  Not a bad name.”  He strode off toward his apartment without another word.

*****

April rubbed the back of her neck as she left the small study that had been designated as her schoolroom.  She’d just finished her last final, and she was done.  Done with her senior year, done with her degree, and done with school forever.  She ran into the kitchen and threw her arms around her father.  “I finished, Daddy!  I’m a college graduate!”

Her father spun from where he’d been pouring himself a cup of coffee, and hugged her close.  “I’m so proud of you!” 
He rested his cheek on top of her head, holding her close.

She smiled happily.  Her mother had died when she was a young girl, and it had been just she and her father most of her life.  Her dad had been seeing a new woman for the past few months, but April really hadn’t had time to get to know her with the pressures of school.  She took her father’s hand and led him to the kitchen table.  “So what’s been going on in your world?  How’s Jane?”  She was amazed at how little
time she had to really talk to her father, even though they’d always lived in the same house.

“Well, we’re getting married,” he told her with a slight smile.

“Oh, Daddy, that’s wonderful!”  She was genuinely happy for him.  She knew how lonely he’d been since her mother had died.

“It is!”

“When’s the wedding?” she asked, wondering at the look on his face.  He seemed upset about something. 

“Three weeks.”  He stared into his cup of coffee as if he were hiding something from her.

“Wow.”  She reached over and squeezed his hand.  “That’s a good thing, right?”  What was wrong with him?  What wasn’t he telling her?

He nodded.  “It’s a great thing for me.  Not so much for you, though.”  He sighed, meeting her eyes for the first time.  “I need to just tell you.”

“Tell me what?  If you need me to move out, I can do that now that I’m done with school.  I can get a waitress job at the diner and write at night.”  April had gotten her degree in Creative Writing from the University of Wisconsin’s online education program. 

“It’s not that.  Well, it is that, but that’s not all of it.”  He stood up and paced the kitchen.  “You see, when your mother died, it took all the money we had to be able to pay off the medical bills.  I’m still fighting to get back on my feet eighteen years later.”

“I can help with that now that I have my degree.  I’ve got some short stories already polished that I’m going to send to a magazine.”  She spoke earnestly, hoping to allay his worries.

“It’s more than that, baby.”  He sighed heavily.  “Jane and I talked about it, and we decided that it would be best if we had an auction.”

“An auction?  What kind of auction?”  She stared at him in wonder.  What did they have worth selling?  They’d always lived within their means and really didn’t have anything that was worth auctioning off as far as she knew.  Their small community in the back woods of Wisconsin didn’t have extra money, but they lived simply and didn’t need it.

“Well, you’re aware that our little community here is different from most of the world, right?” 

She shrugged.  “In what way?”  She’d been aware that he hadn’t wanted her to go away to school, so she’d gone the online route, but she wasn’t sure what was outside their community that frightened him.

“Well, you know in the rest of the world, about a hundred years ago, they decided childbirth was barbaric.  So they chose only the smartest women, and retrieved their eggs from them.”  He coughed.  “They fertilized the eggs and grew babies in ‘pods’.”