Evelyn
directed the couple into another position. Now the man was lying on his
back while his 'wife' rode his cock, rather enthusiastically, while
Evelyn sat on the man's face, grinding her cunt and clit on his mouth
and watching the woman enjoy that fat cock. Don watched as Evelyn
squeezed her own breasts, twisting her nipples, and then reached out to
do the same to the woman across from her. Evelyn leaned forward and
managed to get her mouth on one of the woman's nipples, which seemed to
send the woman into another orgasm.
The
maze at the Manor had been bright and green, with nice right angles and
a geometric design that was pleasing to the eye. This was dark, grey,
and anything but pleasant.
"Scary, isn't it?"
Instinctively
dropping into a crouch and raising her staff defensively, Evelyn looked
around for the speaker. It had sounded close and came from her right,
over by the dead tree. She noticed that there was a grey bird with a
reddish-brown head and white throat looking at her calmly. She thought
it looked like a small hawk.
"Did you say that?" she asked the bird skeptically.
Evelyn
remembered that there were four or five high stools arranged around her
table and looking down she saw that there were three faces smiling up
at her, watching her move in the light. There were two men and a woman.
One of the men looked Latino and the other was black with a slightly
light complexion. Both men seemed naked from Evelyn's viewpoint. The
woman seemed Chinese or Vietnamese, or possibly Thai, but had curly
blonde hair brushing her lovely neck, she seemed younger than the two
guys by maybe a decade. She was wrapped in a white towel for some
reason, but it had slipped down to expose her left breast.
The
long, wood-paneled ballroom was largely what Don would have expected.
There were a pair of tables near the entrance heavily laden with bowls
and platters of fruit, as well as a fountain jetting clear, cold water
surrounded by crystal glasses. There were doors at intervals down the
length of the two side walls that seemed to open into the gardens, and
illuminating the entire room were three very large candle chandeliers
sparkling with golden light. In what seemed to be entirely appropriate
décor, any would-be empty wall space of any considerable size was hung
with high quality paintings.
The
two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was
pushing Reyansh away. She said, "Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try
something."
There
was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave
Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over
the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's cunt and
clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the
air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to
Reyansh, "Bring that big boy over here."
‘The Hunt is never an easy thing because in the Wild there are things which hunt the hunters’
September 11th: First Day Of The Great Hunt
Central Argentina
Felix was still nursing his hurt hand when I came back from my Ishara-space.
"Well?" he smirked.
"Plenty of good news," I smirked right back from the place where I had dropped when Felix had cold-cocked me. "Suffice it to say the weather on the final day will be in our favor ~ no more precise answer than that from the goddess SzélAnya ~ plus our horses will not throw us, or give away our position. That's from the Goddess Epona by the way."
"Finally, the Goddess Ishara will be watching over us and our travails... she will send omens to warn us of hunters closing in as well as talk to me in my dreams. Apparently she doesn't want me; us; to shame her in this contest so is taking this competition seriously. Mind you, this means the other goddesses will be taking this contest seriously as well, so we have our work cut out for us again."
Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, "Have I missed anything?"
"Well,"
Nicole leaned over and pointed, "see that little woman there?" She
indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an
unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean
to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not
too far from the foot of the stairs. "While you were gone, three
different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow
job and each one came on her face and tits."
"Is
it just me, or does that mountain look particularly red?" Don asked. As
usual, he had gotten a bit ahead of his two companions, and so was the
first to crest the slope they had been climbing all day.
Stephanie came up next, looked out into the distance, and said, "Yeah, definitely."
Seeing
that the other two had, finally, stopped and seemed to be looking at
something, Nicole hurried a bit, so that she was breathing a bit heavily
by the time she caught up. After just a moment, she said, "Well, damn!"
She took a few more deep breaths before she pointed out, "That's a long
way away."
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Ash had been right; he was capable of this, as long
as he knew it was being requested from him.
"Nicolette told me that your old Master, Bill, was too
heavy handed with the pain for her tastes, and that while you could accept pain
as part of the scene, it wasn't something you wanted. But I'm starting to
suspect that isn't entirely true either, is it? I saw that shiver run down your
spine at the crack of my belt. You like pain, but Bill overdid it, I'm
guessing?"
As Maya, Sarah, & Emily headed into the house,
Emily pulling the wheelie bag behind her, all of the luggage taken into the
house, as Andy glanced over to look at Phil, as Linda moved over to stand
closer to him.
"You didn't have to bring her over here yourself
Phil," Andy said to him. "You've got plenty of people over at the
base for that kind of thing."
"So why me, huh?" Sarah asked her. "Why'd'ja
choose me to play with you and Andy?"
Piper bit her bottom lip, as if she was a tad nervous,
before she shyly looked up at Sarah. "'Cause I'm kinda turned on with how
you talk, Sarah, and I was kinda hoping you could talk to me that way while I
was trying to make our man happy?" Despite all the massive confidence he'd
seen Piper bearing almost the entire time he'd known her, she seemed almost
nervous that Sarah would consider turning her down, as if her voiced desire was
a step too far beyond the pale.
Sarah licked her lips as her eyes widened. "I will
totally fucking do that as long as you agree to just one fucking condition. If
you don't, well, I can just go upstairs and leave you two to it."
Andy was about to ask, but Piper beat him to it. "What
condition is that?"
"You can't, like, get fucking mad at me for anything I
say, or anything I call you. 'Cause if I'm gonna fucking do this, then I'm
gonna fucking do this, and I can't be all in my fucking head about you
thinking I'm being mean or rude or shit. So you can't be all pissed off that I
call you dirty things if you're fucking asking me to talk fucking dirty to
you," Sarah giggled. "That cool, bitch?"
"Not only do I promise not to get mad, Sares,"
Piper said to her. "I promise to like it."
Sarah nodded. "Good, then why the fuck aren't you on
top of that cock already?"
Piper pursed her lips into a smile. "I was waiting for
you to tell me I could, Andy."
Sarah's hand swatted over and spanked Piper's ass with a
loud smack. "He shouldn't have to tell you, you daft bitch. You wanted to
fuck him, he totally didn't say 'not now' or some shit, so that means fucking
time is on!"
In the middle of Sarah's sentence, Piper reached down to
grab his cock and get it aligned so she could slide right down onto it,
straddling him to get his cock as deep inside of her as she could, her other
hand resting on his shoulder.
"That's a good girl," Sarah purred. "Don't
you feel so much better without an empty cunt, you athletic slut you?"
Piper nodded, leaning over to kiss Sarah again, although
Sarah pushed her back after a few seconds, clearly intent on keeping her mouth
free so she could talk to her. "I've had like a dozen partners, and not
one of them made me feel like Andy does," Piper said, looking at Sarah's
face.
Sarah slapped Piper's ass again, this time even harder.
"So why are you fucking telling me, bitch? Am I the one whose cock is
jammed up your stupid snatch?"
Piper moaned as Sarah's fingernails dragged against that
reddening flesh, shaking her head, turning to look at Andy. "You feel so
fucking good inside of me, Andy," she said to him. "Thank you for
taking me in." On 'in,' she bounced down hard in his lap. "Thank you
for saving my friend." On 'friend,' she did it again.
"It's a shame you're on fucking birth control,"
Sarah teased, "because these are fucking breeding hips, and you'd look
super fucking cute with a baby bump, but I guess you need to go and win your
gold medal before we can talk about getting you bred like a proper bitch."
Piper's tongue swiped out over her own lips, as she nodded.
"I'll do it eventually," she said eagerly. "I'll happily bear
your child, Andy, but I gotta do the Olympics first, to prove to myself that I
can really do it."
"You don't " Andy started but Piper kissed
him once more, jamming her tongue into his mouth sloppily, making sure to
silence him.
"Hmm, I think she likes the idea of you fucking
breeding her, Andy," Sarah said with a laugh. "The idea of you
pumping her fucking cunt so full of fuck cream that it's practically oozing out
of her, so messy and sloppy, like a good little whore. You like that image don't
you, Pipes?"
The athletic brunette nodded quickly. "I do I do I
fucking do so fucking much," she panted, as Sarah reached one of her hands
in to pinch one of Piper's tan nipples firmly, giving it a twist, which made
the girl groan huskily.
"And yet, you're still fucking holding back,"
Sarah scolded. "You gotta fucking give in like a good girl, otherwise you
won't get what you fucking what, what I know you think you fucking deserve, but
you don't deserve it until you've ditched all those fucking fears and embraced
who the fuck you are from now on." She gave Piper's ass another hard smack
before sliding her hand around the athlete's waist, moving her thumb down to
rub against Piper's clit, as Andy felt her start to tighten up even more around
his shaft. "But I bet, I just fucking bet, that if you just let it out,
let it all fucking out, you'd feel fucking better, and you'd get what a good
bitch deserves."
"Fuck, Sarah, you're so fucking good with those
fingers," Piper whimpered.
"Damn fucking straight I am," Sarah said.
"But I'm gonna stop if you don't cut loose."
"We all were, Pipes, but you learn to fucking let go
and trust, not just in Andy but in the family, in all the fucking rest of us,
that we've got your fucking back, that we're gonna fucking take care of you, so
either you're fucking in or you're out, what's it gonna be, bitch?"
"I'm in,” she cried, her voice shredded and frantic,
clearly about to have an immense orgasm. "I'm in I'm in I'm so fucking in,”
"Not fucking yet you aren't," Sarah said harshly.
"Gotta let that last fucking guard down, gotta let that last fucking truth
out. You'll feel better, bitch, but you gotta fucking say it,”
"Andy Rook, I fucking love you!" Piper shouted
before she kissed him hard, and she started to have a monstrous orgasm, her
whole body violently trembling, and the spasms of her cunt around his cock
forced his own release, as he started spewing arcing loads of steaming jism
inside of her, the two of them locked together on top and bottom, the intensity
of the orgasm cratering them out.
As soon as it had passed, Piper buried her face into Andy's
neck, laughing a little bit even as he could feel her eyes watering, tears of
joy slipping from her face. "I thought I'd never say that to another
person as long as I fucking lived," she whispered against his skin,
"but I do, I fucking love you, Andy Rook."
"And I love you too, Piper Brown," he said,
stroking her hair with one hand, his other intertwined with Sarah's.
They stayed like that for a minute or so before Piper
started to giggle, turning to look over at Sarah. "I don't know how you do
it," she said to the tall redhead, "sitting there watching and not
demanding to get involved."
"Oh I'm happy enough to wait my fucking turn,"
Sarah giggled. "But pretty quick Imma need you to get off of him so I can
fucking get off."
Piper's giggle burst from her as she nodded then leaned over
to kiss Sarah. "Thank you for that," she told her. "I hate
having to ask for help."
"That's what family's for," Sarah answered.
"But get a little, give a little, so Imma also need you to help me out
here."
The brunette climbed from his lap, and his cock was
absolutely soaked with their juices, and while he was starting to
soften, that feral look in Sarah's eyes told him he wasn't done yet, and made
him begin to stiffen up again.
"Whatever you need, Sares," Piper said, "I
got you, boo."
"I'll just need a helping hand," Sarah said,
getting up off the couch. Andy tried to get up as well, but Sarah shoved him
back down once more. "Who told you you could fucking get up?" she
giggled. "I need you to stay there and let me run the fucking show this
time, 'cause I'm a little fucking nervous, and I want to have the fucking
control to do this how I think fucking feels right. I hope that's fucking okay
with you, because if it isn't, well, I don't fucking care, now, do I?"
Andy wasn't entirely sure what Sarah had in mind, as she
turned away from him and moved to straddle his legs, but very quickly, it
dawned on him what she was doing. "I can't fucking believe Emily did this
shit before I did," Sarah said, reaching one hand back to grab his cock.
Her position had her legs spread wide, as she moved to rub the tip of his cock
along her cunt before dragging it downward, nestling it against the rosebud of
her asshole. "Had to be fucking first to something, I guess." He
could feel the tall woman getting his cock aligned right and then slowly
started sitting down on it, his shaft pulsing in excitement as he felt her body,
tight and a little unprepared, try and resist his cock's entrance before she
finally seemed to lose patience with her own hole, as she pushed down to get
the head of his cock inside of her ass. Her head leaned back, her eyes looking
up at the ceiling, as a guttural, almost paleolithic, moan of pain and pleasure
boiled out of her. "Fuck that's fucking big that's big holy fucking shit
balls that's a big fat fucking cock and it's fucking going up my fucking ass oh
my fucking God what the fuck am I doing?"
"We can stop if "
Sarah looked back over her shoulder at Andy with a wildness
in her eyes that he'd never seen before, a deranged grin on her face.
"Stop? Are you out of your fucking mind? This is the greatest fucking
feeling I've ever fucking felt in my fucking life! Why the fuck would I
want you to fucking stop?! I want fucking all of it!" she said to
him as she pushed herself down onto his cock until he was buried as deeply as
he could get inside of her backdoor, the tall girl's skin covered with a layer
of goosebumps that made the fine red hairs of her arms stand on end, her body
vibrating in orgasm as she did. "Jesus Fucking Christ, I feel like such an
utter fucking whore and I fucking love it! You've got that big fucking
cock jammed right up my fucking virgin asshole and it made me fucking cum just
going the fuck in, so now you gotta fuck me or I gotta fuck you but somebody's
gotta fuck somebody right the fuck now!"
Piper had sort of been standing off to the side a little
bit, and one of Sarah's hands shot up and grabbed one of the brunette's wrists,
yanking her close. "Er, what, what am I supposed to be doing here,
Sarah?"
"You can fucking rub or you can fucking lick, but you
gotta fucking work that fucking clit of mine while he's fucking my ass, so get
fucking to it!" she barked, and the commanding tone to her voice made it
clear the actress was not asking for input on the matter.
The tanned athlete took one of her hands timidly down to rub
against Sarah's cunt before moving to stroke her clit, as Sarah began to bounce
up and down in his lap, one hand on the arm of the couch, the other on Andy's
hip.
In this position, Sarah had completely control of the tempo
and the force with which she slid her ass down onto his cock, something he'd
expected her to use to keep it slow and tender, but instead, Sarah was
practically trying to break the couch, slamming her ass down into his lap as
hard as she cold each time, while Piper was caressing her clit.
"Fuck that's so fucking good oh my god why didn't I
ever get fucked in the ass before I love this so fucking much but it's all your
ass, Andy, Daddy, it's only ever your fucking ass, you're the only one to ever
fuck me this way, and I fucking love that and I keep God! I keep fucking
cumming over and over again, so please Daddy, please please please cum in my
fucking virgin ass and let me fucking feel it, let me feel you own the last
fucking bit of me no man's ever had, because I don't need any other fucking man
but you because I fucking love the ever loving shit out of you you big cocked
motherfucker you hear me I fucking love you Andy so fucking cum, cum right the
fuck up my ass! Fuck! Fuck! Muph!"
She leaned her head back at the end onto his shoulder,
craning her neck so that she could jam her lips against his, as he felt Piper's
other hand cradling his balls, squeezing them gently, and the sensations were
all too much, as his body let loose another orgasm, flooding Sarah's rectum
with a gusher of an orgasm as their tongues clung to each other before they
both slumped back, his back against the couch, her back against his chest, both
of them nearly too exhausted to move.
Huginn, who had remained completely undisturbed by all of
this, finally had had enough, and the black cat got up and hopped down the
couch, moving to a different unoccupied couch, hopping back up, curling into a
ball and settling down once more, a perturbed look on his face.
Then Sarah began to feverishly giggle, waves of curved red
hair over her face before she pushed them out. "Em was fucking right. That
was totally fucking amazeballs. Thanks Pipes."
Piper winked a little bit as she pushed a fingertip inside
of Sarah's cunt, causing the actress to gasp a little bit in surprise before
Piper slid the finger back out, lifting it up to her lips, licking it in front
of the two of them. "We're definitely gonna need a shower before we
get into bed," she said, and they all laughed at that.
Chapter 38
In a rather unusual turn of events, Andy woke the next
morning on November 18th to an empty bed. It wasn't uncommon for him to awake
with only a couple of the girls still in bed asleep with him, but a totally
empty bed was almost an unheard of experience at this point. He glanced at his
Apple Watch and saw that it was around 10:30, which meant he'd definitely slept
in a bit. Like most writers, Andy was generally a nocturnal creature, staying
up late and getting up late, which had put his schedule at odds with some
members of the family, but they'd mostly learned to make it work.
He slipped on some boxers, pulled on his jeans and tugged on
a t shirt, this particular one a gift from some fantasy convention he'd
been a guest speaker at, and headed over to the balcony, stepping out
onto it with a smirk.
Down at the pool, most of the girls were nearly finishing
their morning work out, being led by Sheridan, a sea of sports bras and yoga
pants, doing the last part of their high intensity section of the workout, and
Andy could vaguely hear Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby" being played
from a portable speaker near them. (Andy still wasn't sure which bothered him
more, the fact that they were listening to Vanilla Ice or the fact that Vanilla
Ice opened that song with "Stop! Collaborate and listen!" and yet
there were no signs of any collaboration going on. In fact, it didn't seem like
Ice understood what the word collaborate meant. The writer in him just
couldn't bear it.)
Lauren and Taylor weren't there as he expected they'd gone
in to work today, especially since it was Taylor's first day of working in
months. He hoped that she fit in well with the 49ers organization, but at this
point, he wasn't entirely even sure who was working there.
Niko also wasn't working out as he figured she'd gone to
work at the base today. He wasn't sure what her schedule was like these days so
he trusted her to let him know when she was coming and going and when it would
be important for him to know. She was more than capable enough to manage her
own schedule.
It was nice to spot that both Fiona and Moira were in the
group, between Ash and Sarah in the front row of three, and both seemed to be
in good spirits. Moira's unruly mass of red curls had been braided into a
tightly woven tail that whipped behind her as she danced to the beat of the
music, occasionally slapping against either Fi or Sarah, both of whom laughed
wildly when it did. It made Moira look a little like a redheaded version of the
original polygon model of Tomb Raider, now that he thought about it.
The weather was still mostly overcast, and it looked like
rain might even be on the schedule for later in the day, something he didn't
mind one bit. California had mostly been in a drought for years, and any rain
the state could get was seen as a blessing, particularly since they now lived
in more densely wooded areas. The last thing Andy wanted was a wild fire to
take his new home.
He leaned against the railing, just enjoying looking over
both the estate and his family before Sheridan finally spotted him up on the
higher floor balcony as the song came to an end. She pointed to Andy to draw
the girls' attention to him, as all of them turned to look at him.
The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he was
saying them.
"Good morning, angels," he shouted to them.
"Good morning Andy!" they shot back in matching
cadence.
"You know, you really ought to join us some mornings,
Andrew," Emily teased politely.
"Hmm. I'd be worried about making a fool of
myself."
"I can make sure we don't overwhelm you on your first
work out, dude," Sheridan said to him with a wink and a grin. "Let's
give it a go tomorrow, 'kay?"
Andy groaned a little bit. "God help me. Okay, I'll
give it a try, but no making fun of me!"
All the girls made various catty comments and gestures as he
rolled his eyes and headed back into the house. He had a little bit before any
of them were back inside anyway, even if they were finished with their workout.
While the pool house was being converted into Tala's workshop, it still had a
large group shower room, and the girls tended to go and cool down in there
before splitting off afterwards. A few of them would go and shower in their own
individual bathrooms, but the majority of them enjoyed the communal experience,
as it let them all continue to get to know each other.
Andy headed down to the kitchen and found that Jenny had
made him a mini breakfast burrito that was waiting with a glass of pineapple
juice on the little kitchen island, Katie also sort of milling around the room
as both women bowed to him when he entered. He'd tried to get them to stop
doing that, but he'd learned that attempting to discourage his staff of
anything generally only resulted in them doing it even more than they were
originally, so he was trying a new tactic now, let them burn themselves
out on it and hope they'd stop on their own.
"Enjoy your breakfast, sir!" Jenny said, moving
around the counter before dropping down onto her knees. "I know I'll enjoy
mine!"
Her fingertips unbuttoned Andy's jeans and he was thankful
he hadn't put on a belt this morning, as Jenny began to lick and suck on his
cock, slowly running her tongue along it while her wife watched on, although
there was an unusual expression on Katie's face, something Andy wasn't quite
sure of.
"What's on your mind, Katie?" he said, feeling
Jenny's lips slowly push down around his length. They had told him before that
they wanted to make getting their needed dose as low impact for him as
possible, and had stressed that they enjoyed this sort of casual acquisition.
"You look like you're worried about something."
The Hispanic girl sighed and nodded. "I, I wanted to
discuss something with you, sir, but I wasn't sure quite how to bring it up.
Shit, I'm nervous even thinking about it now."
Andy nodded, chewing a mouthful of his food before taking a
sip from the glass to wash it down. "Look, you don't have to tell
me anything, Katie, but if something's on your mind, you'll probably feel
better if you just get it out of your head. No matter how much worse you think
it'll be if you say it, letting it rattle around your brain like a cage full of
bees is only going to be worse."
"I suppose that's fair, sir," Katie said, chewing
on her finger nervously. "It's just, this isn't the sort of thing I
thought I'd ever say, sir, and it makes me feel strange. I think it's probably
just part of whatever the treatment's doing to me, but it's, it feels like it's
both a part of me and not a part of me, you know? Like some part of me I
didn't know about but was lingering in the dark shadows of my mind the whole
time?"
Andy frowned a little. "No, I can't say I do
know what you're talking about."
Jenny's mouth popped off his cock as she made an exasperated
noise from his waistline. "Uuuugh! Just tell him already!" she said,
frustration in her voice, before she pushed her lips back down around his cock
once more.
"Sir, I think, I think I'd like for you to fuck me,
maybe just the once, maybe just to see if maybe I might like it," Katie
said, her voice sounded terrified that he would reject her or yell at her.
"I mean, I don't have a problem with if both of you
don't, but you certainly needn't do it on my behalf, Katie," Andy told
her, as Jenny started to suck harder, as if to pull the resistance out of him.
"You made it very clear to me when I arrived that you were a lesbian,
though, and I wouldn't dream of asking you to change that."
Katie threw her hands up, her eyes widening a little bit,
almost in shock at herself. "That's just it! I am! I know I am! I've
always thought girls were the only sexy things in the world! The idea of being
with dudes just made me uneasy! I imagine I felt about guys the same way you
feel about guys, I don't want to be with that!"
"Then why "
"I don't know, alright?! I don't fucking get it!
Thinking about any other man just makes my stomach all queasy and
nauseous, but the last few weeks, when I've been thinking about what it looks
like when I see you fucking Jenny, I don't feel like I do when I think
about any other man, and I don't understand what's going on!" The woman
looked like she was about to cry, and Andy reached over and grabbed her hand,
pulling her over towards him, his fingertips curling around hers.
"I am never going to make you do anything you
don't want to do, Katie," he said sternly. "But they did tell us that
the serum was going to have some side effects, and that it was likely going to
make some physiological changes to our bodies, some foreseen and some
unforeseen."
Jenny had eased off the speed of the blowjob a bit, but
hadn't stopped entirely.
"If you want to try actual sex with me, I'm not opposed
to that, but "
"But you don't want me to think I'm doing it on your
account. I'm not, sir, I assure you! I don't even know where these thoughts are
coming from, but I told Jenny about a week ago, I had a sex dream with you in
it, and we were fucking, and in the dream, it seemed like I liked it quite a
lot," Katie sighed. "I know that doesn't necessarily mean anything,”
"They say sex dreams generally aren't about sex."
"But, but when you were taking Whitney the other day? I
found myself getting wet, thinking about what it would be like, what it would
be like to be her, to be getting fucked by you, and, and I think I want to try
that at some point, not the tying up or collaring or anything but, but I think
I'd like for you to fuck me once, just to see, just to see if I really do feel
differently about you than I do all the other men in the world,”
"And you're okay with this, Jenny?" he said,
reaching down to stroke Jenny's hair back.
Jenny nodded, popping her lips off his cock with a loud
smack. "I still want both of us to be there any time you dose either of
us, sir, but if this is a thing she wants to try, well, it would be unfairly
judgmental of me to fuck you myself and not allow her to do so as well. 'Sides,
she told me about these feelings long before she told you, and
that's all that really matters." She smiled at him kindly, then lowered
her lips back down around his shaft once more, her eyes still looking up at
when she did.
"Then it's fine with me, Katie," he said, looking
back at the Hispanic woman, one of her hands being held by him, the other being
held by Jenny from below.
"Thank you, sir," Katie said. "For being
willing to do that with me, and for not judging me because of it."
"Katie, look. If you want to try it, that's fine. If
you try it and you don't like it, that's fine. If you try and do like it
and want it more regularly, that's fine. If you change your mind right before
we're about to do it, that's fine. Whatever you want here, it's fine. I
just want you to be satisfied with whatever decision you made, and I
want it made because it's what you want, and not what you think I
want, okay? I am surrounded by beautiful women, and I'm just trying to do
everything I can to do right by all of you. So whatever you want, you just need
to tell me."
She nodded, before looking down with a smile. "You were
taking your time because I was talking to him, weren't you, Jen?"
The curvy girl between his legs giggled a little and nodded,
then started thrusting her face into his lap faster and more intently, and Andy
could feel that release building up inside of him, even as he finished the last
bite of breakfast.
He was more than a little taken back when Katie leaned in
and whispered into his ear, "My wife's such a good little cocksucker,
isn't she? Give us our breakfast, Master, that fucking load of hot cum
right into her fucking mouth."
The unexpected words made his cock throb and finally he
pumped a few squirts of his cum into Jenny's mouth, as she shuddered at his
feet. The woman kept her lips sealed just past the head of his cock while her
fingers jerked along the rest of his length, making sure to milk out the last
of it before she pulled her head back, keeping her lips pursed together before
standing up and immediately kissing Katie, swapping that cum between them,
Katie's form trembling as she leaned against Jenny, the Latina being held up by
her wife for just a moment until the orgasm passed.
Both women pulled from the kiss, licking each others lips
for just a moment before turning to look over at Andy, almost as if they were
ready for a second course right now. Katie winked at him. "You know, I
know it's all chemical, but dios mio if that orgasm from tasting your cum
doesn't leave one sweet ass high,”
Jenny moved to tuck his cock back into his pants, zipping
them back up and buttoning them, as she glanced over at Katie. "Don't
forget to update the Needs Board, hun," she told her wife, who nodded in
response.
"Got it, babe. Anyway, sir, let me think about it, but
next time, I think I'd like you to fuck Jenny with me there, and then fuck me
with Jenny there, so I have some time to let it settle in my brain that I'm
going to go through with it," Katie said to him. "You know, actually
fucking a dude."
"Whatever you want, Katie."
"Thank you, sir. Oh, don't forget, you have a phone
meeting at 2 with that director candidate, Erica Xiao."
He nodded. "Good. Yes. Thank you for reminding me. I
might have forgotten if you hadn't."
Jenny snickered a little. "Em would've had your balls
if you had."
"She's got them anyway," Katie shot back.
Andy arched an eyebrow at them. "Don't you two
start." He drank the last of his pineapple juice then pushed the plate
forward. "Thanks Jenny, for everything. I'm going to head to my office.
Maybe send down lunch a little after one."
"Yes sir. Also, don't forget that Miss Steele will be
here sometime today."
"Oh right," Andy said, chuckling. "Sometimes
everything gets so busy, I can barely remember my own name, much less who's
coming and going. Katie, can you set up a large portion of the back yard to
fence off, so that Maya's dogs will have a place to run and play without us
worrying about them getting into the pool if she wants to leave them
outside?"
"Miss Steele's got dogs?" Katie said, groaning.
"Great. Now I get to start having to watch the backyard for
landmines."
"That's why I was thinking if we gave them their own
area that's fenced off, at least we'd have it clearly marked that it's the part
of the yard with occasional hazards, although Sarah insisted that Maya is known
to always clean up after her dogs. Maybe put a bin outside for her to toss them
all?"
Katie nodded. "I can spend the day prepping the yard so
we're not all worried about stepping in dog shit when we're walking in the
grass."
"Good on you."
"Did Miss Washington said what kinds of dogs they were,
sir?" Jenny asked.
"Pomeranians, I think," Andy said.
"Those aren't dogs, those are animated dustmops,"
Katie said with an amused snort. "And here I was worried they would be
Saint Bernards or Rottweilers."
As he headed down to his office, he was starting to run
through the checklist of things he needed to do today in his head. He
definitely wanted to talk to Moira now that she was up, but he figured he would
let her come to him in her own time, as it had been so long since they'd really
talked to one another. He would need to pair with Maya when she arrived, and he
also needed to check on Lexi and see how she was doing. As much as he wanted to
head over to Xander's and see his friend's new house and meet all the rest of
his partners, Xander had asked him to wait until the weekend, so he would have
more of a chance to get settled, both into the house and into the household.
He was almost at the door of his office when his iPhone
began to ring, and he fished it out of his pocket, surprised to see Phil The
Younger a.k.a. Lesser Phil a.k.a. Phil Pak (not Phil Marcos), on the screen, as
he answered it. "Heya man, long time no talk!" Andy said to him.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Nothing good I'm afraid," Lesser Phil sighed.
"I'm not going to be able to make poker night on Friday. In fact, I may
not be able to make poker night for a while, I'm afraid."
"That sucks man. What's going on?"
"Well, me and the family were relocated, so we're quite
a bit further from you now, and the place where we're at is very strict
on quarantine procedures, so if we came and saw you and the rest of the gang
for poker, we'd have to quarantine for a week before we would be allowed back
in to our house, so while we'll try and do it a couple of times a year, for the
foreseeable future, it's probably off the table."
"Where's they move you to that's got such strict
guidelines?"
"They're calling the place Valhalla Shores. They
decided that they didn't want to put all their eggs in one basket and have New
Eden be the only place for Level Fives in the Bay area, so they built a new one
over closer to the coast. We're where Pacifica used to be, basically, although
I think they tore almost all the old city down and put up this place, like a
giant gated mansion community. It's a little snobby for my liking, personally,
but you know how Brandy has always been in terms of keeping up with Joneses, so
when the NSA offered to move us over to here, she made me jump on it
immediately. It's mostly just spooks and techbros over here," he sighed.
"You'd fucking hate it. I know I do, but it keeps peace in my household,
and that's about all I can ask."
"Wait, techbros and spies crossbreeding? That sounds
like a horrible idea, like, just the worst. On the other hand, if your
quarantine protocols are that strict, it might mean I never have to deal with
techbros again, and that might make the whole thing absolutely worth while.
Hey, can I recommend a couple of cockish investors over here in New Eden to get
transferred over there?"
Phil the Younger laughed. "You fuckin' wish, dude.
Whole place is fucking creepy anyway. Brandy says some of the women are kind of
Stepford ish, and she feels like they're definitely an in crowd and an out
crowd and she has zero interest in joining the in crowd. They keep trying to
get her to join one of their hot yoga classes, but she said they'd have to
break her legs to get her to do that shit. I hope she was being figurative, but
you know Brandy."
"That I do. Well, we'll miss seeing you guys, but I get
it. You're doing what you have to do to keep your family safe and sound. Keep
us posted, but I appreciate you calling to tell me personally."
"Copy that, man," he said. "See you on the
other side."
After Lesser Phil had hung up, Andy wondered how many actual
community hubs had formed in the Bay area since the cultural rebuilding had
started. He also wondered how hard it would be for him or any members of his
family to leave New Eden, even for a short while.
He'd been craving an animal style In N Out burger for nearly
a year now, and while he could ask Jenny to make something equivalent, there
was nothing quite like having the real deal. He was certain Niko would know
what the current entrance/exit policy for New Eden was, and he resolved to ask
her when he saw her. It couldn't be that strict, he realized, because
Lauren had been coming and going to the training camp for over a week now.
Maybe he could just get in the Tesla and drive down to an In N Out,
assuming he could find one that was open.
When he walked into his office, he saw that his two cats,
Muninn and Huginn, were curled together in a bundle in his writing chair, the
two forming a sort of gray black yin yang symbol. Also, as promised, atop of
his desk was a brand new laptop, a silver MacBook, with a Post It note on top
of it. It was from Whitney (he could recognize her meticulous handwriting) and
said "Try it. If you hate it, we'll get something different. “w"
As much as he wanted to move the two cats so he could sit
down in the chair where he got his best work done, he decided it was okay to
sit at the desk for a while, even though it felt way more formal, although he
realized he wasn't doing much creative today, mostly just the assorted busywork
that sprung up around the actual creative process.
The new laptop was set up with access to his emails and had
all of his writing transferred onto it, so he could consult back to other
things as he started answering questions from his agent and his editor, losing
an hour or so before there was a knock at the door.
"Come on in," he said.
The door opened and Moira and Fiona slipped in together,
closing the door behind them. All of their possessions clearly hadn't arrived
from cross country yet, because he noticed each of them was wearing one of his
t shirts, the fabric hanging big and loose over them like an overcoat. Moira had
on one of his Biffy Clyro shirts, which he found fitting, whereas Fiona had
clearly dived way back into the depths of his closet and was wearing a Gin
Blossoms t shirt.
"It's good ta see ya again, Andrew," Moira said
shyly, smiling across the room at him. "I've missed ye something
fierce."
"How are you feeling, Moira? I knew the serum can react
strangely to people who've had complicated medical history, and I imagine
dengue fever isn't the only strange bug you've picked up over your wild and
crazy life."
"I cannae tell ye how great I feel, Andrew," she
said, starting to move across the room to him. "An' how thankful I am ye
trusted Fi enough t' let her bring me in wit' her. Yer, nae mad, are ye?"
He shook his head. "Look, Moira. We had a wonderful
time together, but that was decades ago. But I've always trusted Fi, and if you
and her were together before now, there's no reason any of that should
change."
"Of course it'll have t' change, ye big dummy,"
she giggled. "Ye know she's always loved ye, ye daft shite? E'en when I
came inta her life, that has nae changed."
"Except she's changed and I've changed, so maybe it has
changed too."
"You haven't changed that much, Andy," Fi
said, "and neither have I. You still trusted me enough to offer me a place
in your family, even when I had a condition I wouldn't tell you about."
"Were ye surprised when ye saw me?" Moira asked
him.
"Well, I'd figured it out before I saw you. I figured
it out as soon as I heard your voice, and that let me put two and two together.
But I was very surprised when I heard your voice, yeah."
"Surprised inna good way, I kin hope?"
"Naturally, although I was hoping you were going
to be happy with me, even with the weight I've put on and the hair I've
lost," he chuckled.
"I think ye look sexy, ya galoot," Moira
twittered. "Hold me hands, Fi. It's all I kin do t' keep from havin' a
crack at him right now."
Fiona wrapped her arms around Moira's waist, shaking her
head. "He's not going anywhere, Moira," she said with a kind ease.
"Aye, an' neither are we, an' I don' wannae be too
far behind the other gare ruls, an' two of 'em are already in th' lead."
"One day at a time, love. One day at a time."
"You two want to sit and have a chat?" Andy said.
On the other side of his desk were two chairs, so he could entertain meetings
in here if he needed, although the chairs held the cats more often than they
held people.
"Oh aye, let's have a chinwaggle," Moira said,
slipping from Fiona's arms, moving over towards Andy's desk, but instead of
moving to sit in one of the chairs across the desk, she moved to slide herself
up and into his lap, her legs dangling over one of the arms of the chair. Fi
then moved across the room, and moved his laptop to one side, so she could
scoot her ass up and onto his desk directly in front of him, making sure not to
knock anything off.
"So tell m " he started to say before Moira
leaned in and kissed him hard, her body light in his lap, but the strength with
which she pulled his lips onto her own was more than a bit forceful.
"I bloody love ye, Andy," Moira said to him.
"And Jaysis, do you smell fookin' amazin'."
Andy grinned a bit, arching an eyebrow. "Sounds like
you may have picked up a little bit of Piper's superpower along the way. I
wonder if that's a side effect of the dengue fever antibodies you have in your
system."
"I cannae tell ye where it comes from, but Jaysis, you
smell better'n any meal I've ever eaten in me life. I want ta breathe ye
all day long,” She buried her face against the nape of his neck, as he looked
to Fiona for sympathy, but saw only mirth on her face.
"So, Moira, tell me what you've been up to since we
last saw each other."
"School," she said, pronouncing the word like
'skoo will,' "then more school, then residency, then Doctors Without
Borders, at least until I ran in ta Fi again in DC. It's no tha'
excitin'."
"Doctors Without Borders, tending to patients in the
middle of warzones? That's the absolute definition of exciting to me."
"Then you're a fool," she giggled. "I mean,
yeh, I was shot at now an' again, but that's a part o' life anyway, isn't it? I
was tendin' to kids who needed doctors, an' while I loved tha' work, when I
shacked up with Fi again, she wanted me to be safer, wha'ever th' hell tha'
means."
"It means you're saving lives without people trying to
take yours, Mo," Fiona scolded, kicking the Scottish lass with the tip of
her leather boot. "She's still undecided whether she wants to take up
private practice here in New Eden, or if she wants to go and work in the
hospital they're finishing up alongside the base."
"In a few years, anyway," Moira said. "After
I've given ye a son."
Andy's head leaned back a little bit. "Little early to
be thinking about stuff like that, isn't it, Moira?"
"Like hell, Andy," Moira said, pulling her face
back from his neck so she could look him in the eyes again. "You,"
she said, tapping his chest with a fingertip, "need children. I," she
continued, tapping her own, "want tae have one or two before I get back to
the medical life. So all we're doin' is just wastin' fookin' time until you get
me ripe."
"You still don't need to rush right into it,
Moira," Andy said, stroking his fingertips against the back of her neck.
"Take some time to get settled and comfortable here in the household
before you go rushing straight towards the respawning finish line."
"Spoken like a laddie who doesnae realize our clocks 'r
tickin'," she grumbled. "But, aye, I'll do me best nae to rush it too
much. And all the other gare ruls have bin sooo kind tae us. I didnae know what
t' expect, 'specially wit' all th' famous faces y'got around these parts."
"They're just people, like anyone else," Andy
replied. "Think how I feel, trying not to let anyone down."
"Ach, yer daft, laddie," Moira said, tickling him
a flash. "Yer a good man, an' tha's all tha' matters."
"Emily told us all about her experiences this morning,
what with the poker game and how it felt being traded like cattle. She was
horrified by what horrible things the few remaining men in power are up to, and
Niko explained how she basically had to force you to get into the game to
rescue Asha and her mother from Covington," Fiona said. "I'm sure
that must've been quite taxing."
"You had to risk people to win people, and while I
certainly didn't want my ex as part of my life, I didn't want to consign her to
a life with someone horrible either," he sighed. "I feel very
fortunate that it all worked out in my favor, but it was such a gigantic
risk."
Fiona tugged his chair a little closer to the desk with her
leather boot, shrugging. "Life's one colossal risk, Andy. You've always
known that."
"You think your mother's going to be okay with you
being part of a polypod, Moira? I only met her the once, but she struck me as
an especially stern Catholic."
"When th' news comes out, she'll come 'round, 'specially
since th' Pope's apparently okay wit' it, or so we were told a' th' base,"
Moira shrugged. "Besides, it saves me th' trouble from havin' t' tell 'er
I'm shacked up wit' Fi here. She's still nae comfortable wit' 'th' gays,'"
she said, making air quotes with her fingers. "Didnae know how t' break it
t' her tha' her daughter's as queer as a two dollar bill."
"I hope I'm not coming between you two," Andy
said.
"Nah," Fiona laughed. "We're both bi, and
both need some cock in our life. Yours'll do. It was generally my
favorite."
"An' mine, although I didnae try tha' many."
"Tell him how many, Mo."
"I don' wanna."
"C'mon."
"Fi,”
"Mo,”
Moira sighed. "Fine, wha'ever. I've only had three
cocks, Andy, an' yours was right smack dab in th' middle. Me first was a boy in
school, and me most recent was another doctor jus' before I hooked up with Fi
again. I generally prefer gare ruls to lads, but ye always felt, felt like home
t' me."
"She was worried that her piercings were going to put
you off her," Fi said. "Between the nose stud and the pierced
nipples, she told Niko that she felt too different than anyone else it sounded
like you had in the family."
"I'll admit, I'm not generally a big fan of excessive
piercings, but the whole look works on you, Moira. I mean, if you'd had one of
those septum piercings like a bull ring, I might have had some reservations,
but who am I to tell someone what they do to their body?"
Fiona giggled slightly. "I jokingly suggested she get
one of her eyebrows pierced once and she slugged me hard enough that she almost
dislocated my shoulder."
"Do I look like I wanna join bloody Evanescence?"
Moira growled.
"Did you two decide if you want a bedroom to
yourselves, or one each?"
Moira shook her head. "We're wit' you, laddie, no
matter where y' lay yer head down."
"Although I was thinking I might turn one of them into
an office for me to work, if that's okay," Fiona said. "Sort of like
your little office here."
"Yeah, of course," Andy said. "Whatever you
want. At some point, all the rooms will be spoken for, but until they are,
they're fair game for whoever wants them."
"At some point, some of them are going to have to be
nurseries," Fiona stressed. "Especially since you've already got two
pregnant ladies in the house. How far along are they?"
"A couple of months," Andy said. "So it's
still early days, and we haven't really told many people outside of the family
yet, since the first few months are the diciest."
"When's th' big wedding gonnae be?" Moira asked.
"Niko told me her family wouldn't give two shits if the
wedding happened after the kid was born, but Ash said her family might have
some issues with it, so she and I might have a legal ceremony beforehand and
then when the world is open again, when I have the giant wedding ceremony,
she'd be part of that too."
"Seems a fair compromise," Fi agreed. "It
would also mean you have someone to function as Head of Household if you were
incapacitated and needed someone to make a decision on your behalf."
"Don't go planning to have me put into a medical coma
any time soon, Fi," Andy joked. "That's still a few months down the
way."
"Good thing you've got yourself a doctor in the house
now, hmm?"
"How're you two feeling about all of this? I know it's
a lot to process all at once."
"It's a lot of bloody names ta learn,"
Moira grumbled. "I almost want ta see nametags on e'eryone fer a few
months."
"You'll pick them up pretty quick," Andy said.
"And I was smart or lucky enough to not get any two partners with the same
first name, thank god for that."
"I dinnae find out if they tol' you, Andy," Moira
interrupted, "but jus' so ye know, my cycle's shorter than th' rest of th'
gare ruls. They kin go about ten days 'fore they cannae think clearly, but I
kin only go about six."
"Nobody told me that, no," Andy said. "Any other
differences I should know about?"
"Nothin' ye need concern yerself with," she
replied, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure all th' lasses have got their own
quirks so ye need nae concern yerself."
"Alright then, I'll try not to worry. Anyway, I
appreciate you stopping by to say hello, but I do have an online meeting in
just a little bit, so I hate to kick you out but "
"No no! You've got work to do, so c'mon, Mo,"
Fiona said, hopping off his desk, pulling Moira from his lap. "Let the man
talk to the voices in his computer."
Moira leaned down and kissed him one final time, resting her
face against his for what felt like minutes before she smiled and pulled back.
"I love ye, ye daft git."
"Love you both," he said, as they slipped out of
his office.
The meeting went as well as could be expected, and Erica
Xiao seemed like she might actually be a good choice for directing the first
Druid Gunslinger movie, as she seemed to intuitively grasp the undercurrents of
the story without having to explicitly call them out, something that was a
refreshing change of pace from the first couple of candidates he'd interviewed.
Of course, he didn't get the final say on who was directing the movie, but
Working Title seemed to genuinely care that he liked the director, so that they
would remain true to the books. They'd gone against authors' wishes before, and
it hadn't gone well for them, so now they were trying to make sure the author
approved of, or at least understood the reasoning for, any changes that were
made in the process of translating it from a book to a movie.
After that, he decided he needed to go and check on Lexi.
Even though Phil had told him that her imprinting process time would take a bit
longer, he thought it wise to swing by and make sure that she wasn't in any pain,
but when he arrived by her door, he found Niko sitting on a chair in front of
it, a Lee Child book in her hands.
"Hey Niko," Andy said, approaching her. "I
thought you were on the base today?"
Niko shook her head, smiling at him as she tucked a slip of
paper in as a bookmark before closing the paperback up, setting it on a table
next to her. "With Lexi having a different reaction to the serum, Phil
asked me to stay here and keep tabs on her, and report in what other
irregularities she was going through, especially since I noticed a few right
away."
Andy's brow furrowed in worry. "How concerned should I
be?"
Niko sort of tilted her head a little. "That's just the
thing, babe. I don't think you need to be at all worried, but you are
definitely going to have a challenge on your hands for the first few days after
she wakes up. I think letting Jenny help with that, though, would be a wise
move."
"What the hell does that mean, Niko?"
She jerked her head over her shoulder. "C'mere and
lemme show you." After sliding off the chair, she opened the door and they
both stepped into the room, and Andy immediately started to panic, but he felt
Niko's hand take his and squeeze it reassuringly. "She's fine, Andy,
regardless of how she looks."
"What, what the hell is happening to her?"
There was a large growth on one side of her, a faded white
swell over her body, and Andy didn't even know what exactly he was looking at.
"She's healing," Niko said. "The
reason you're going to want Jenny to help is that by the time she wakes up, I
think Lexi's not going to have any scars left. It's almost like she's
shedding the scarred layer of skin and replacing it with fresh, newly healed
skin, like a snake molting. We've seen it in rare cases on the base. I told you
early on that I knew the serum did some basic additional healing when it was
first taken into the woman's body, but that level of healing varies a lot
from patient to patient, more than anything else about it. When she was
injected on the base, I knew there was a, call it ten to fifteen percent chance
this might happen, that the serum might go into overdrive with her scars and
began repairing the skin and the nerves, but I didn't want to get her hopes up
in case it didn't happen, because we still don't know what does and
doesn't cause the reaction."
"And, and you're telling me her skin will just be back
to normal?"
"Whoa, easy there. 'Normal' is a very flexible
word, and one that we don't like using on the base," Niko told him.
"She's likely to be healed but considering all of those nerves will be
freshly regrown, they are going to be hyper sensitive, and that means
people are going to have to be careful around her, because it'll be easy to
overwhelm her until those nerves have gotten accustomed to working again and
they know how to moderate their intake. We also have no idea what it's
going to do to her PTSD, if anything, and that's what we need to keep an eye
on."
"But, she is going to be okay, right?"
"This isn't going to be a problem, Andy, but
it's up to all of us to make sure that the repercussions of her sudden healing
don't overwhelm her. But I think it'll be okay."
Andy sighed, turning to press a kiss against Niko's cheek.
"Is there anything else you aren't telling me?"
"Honey, what I'm not telling you could fill up Levi's Stadium,
but you just have to trust me that I'm doing it all with your best interests at
heart, okay?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're lucky you're so
cute."
"It's one of my natural defense mechanisms," she
teased. "C'mon, let's leave her be."
They stepped back out into the hallway and Niko closed the
door behind her. "I figured I should be here when she wakes up, so I can
explain to her all of what happened, and prepare her for what to expect. It's
the least I can do." She jerked her chin upward, to get Andy to look
behind him. "Looks like you're up."
Nicolette was walking down the hall, a soft smile on her
face. "Just letting you know, Master, that Miss Steele's ride over just
buzzed the gate and she should be at the front door any minute. Miss Washington
and Miss Stevens said they would meet you there."
Andy kissed Niko again before turning to walk with Nicolette
towards the stairs, heading to the front door. "Showtime!"
Chapter 39
It was with a little surprise that Andy stepped out of his
front door to see a familiar electric blue Tesla parked in front of it, Phil
helping Maya remove her things from his trunk. "Hello Maya," Andy
said, walking down the steps towards her, seeing Emily and Sarah were already
there, Emily talking with Maya while Sarah was crouched down next to the little
carrier, giving the dogs inside scratches while cooing at them affectionately.
Linda, Phil's bodyguard and one of his partners, was also there, but her
attention seemed to be more focused towards the driveway leading up to the
house instead of on any of them. Andy didn't mind. He knew Linda'd been under a
lot of stress lately, much like Phil had. "Hope you don't come to regret
your decision to be here, Maya," he teased. "It's a whole hell of a
lot of people, and I wouldn't have blamed you if you wanted to turn around and
head out for the hills."
Maya's hair was still dyed green, in that undercut flop hair
cut she'd seen when they'd talked over Zoom a couple of days ago, but it wasn't
just her shoulders that were tattooed now, but in fact she had full sleeves on
both arms, a wild mix of graffiti style tattoos and traditional Japanese
images, classically styled samurai locked in battles with demons done in washes
of hypermodern framing. She looked like a cyberpunk character sprung to life.
She was dressed in a tank top and baggy brown cargo pants with a seemingly
endless number of pockets on them. She had a large suitcase with her, as well
as a smaller wheelie bag travel case and a satchel purse slung over her arm.
Andy expected the rest of her things would show up in a few days, much like the
rest of the girls' things had, by delivery.
"Nah," she said with an easy smile. "During
our conversation, everything you said seemed like we'd be a good match, and Em
here's one of my closest friends, so if you're keeping her happy, I suppose
you'll do just fine for tending to my needs. I wouldn't mind a day or so to get
settled in before we got right down to it, though, if that's fine by you."
Andy nodded. "Of course, believe me, the last thing I
want to do is rush you into anything. Take some time and get settled in here.
Catch up with Em and Sarah, ask them all the questions you like. You can
introduce Stan and Ollie to Muninn and Huginn, and see who's tougher, my cats
or your dogs."
Maya moved over and kissed him on the cheek. "Your
cats, no contest. I love my little boys, but they're scared of their own
shadows, and wouldn't last five seconds. Oh, they think they're tough but
they'll turn tail and run at the drop of a hat. They're going to love exploring
the house, though." She was shorter than he'd expected, but he could see
how muscular she was, built more like a scrapper than a dancer or an acrobat.
He remembered that Emily had told him she had originally been a stuntwoman before
becoming a director, and he could see bits of scar tissue woven into the mesh
of tattoo work on her arms, concealed just enough that they wouldn't be caught
at first, but not so hidden that they were invisible, as if she was proud of
the war wounds she'd gotten in the first stage of her career.
"And if they do shit anywhere, either Maya or I will
clean it up, Andy, promise," Sarah said, as one of the dogs happily licked
her finger through the grate.
"Hopefully none of your team fucks up packing up my
things and shipping them over here," Maya said to Phil.
"Hey, they're not my team," he said
defensively. "They work for the government, just like the rest of us. But
they're generally pretty good at getting things from one place to the other.
Sarah and Emily both had their stuff sent here that way, so they can tell
you."
"It was rather strange, seeing everything I have
ever owned stacked on pallets, wrapped in sheet plastic, being unloaded from
the back of a massive lorry and laid out on our driveway, but everything was
there and nothing was damaged or dinged," the blonde Brit said, "so
one mustn't complain too loudly. And, of course, they couldn't bring anything
from my London home, but that wasn't to be expected. I rather think that will
remain where we stay when we are finally allowed to travel over there once
more. Any word on that, Dr. Marcos?"
"I'm not at liberty to speak for any other country,
Miss Stevens, but I can say our friends across the pond have been getting some
of our serums in preparation for a mass rollout within the next few weeks, so
while we're not on the other side of this yet, we might be starting to see some
light from the other side of the tunnel."
"I understand, Dr. Marcos, but I was hoping that I
might be able to introduce Andrew to my parents sometime early in the new
year."
"Never say never, Miss Stevens, and you may live in
hope, although the entire world's going through a massive restructuring, now
that people are starting to realize the scale of the casualties."
"I thought the rest of the world wasn't as badly hit as
the United States," she said. "Oh dear. How bad is it?"
Phil sighed, shrugging a little. "Globally, somewhere
between 60 80% of the world's male population is likely to be dead by the time
we're finally through this thing. Some countries took the lockdown very
serious, and your native England was one of those, and they're looking at
closer to 40 60% fatalities, but others have been hit much much harder.
China's closer to 90% and their entire government is in disarray, as the women
are working to figure out what works for them and what they want to
discard."
"Who made out the best?"
"New Zealand," Phil laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Can you believe they didn't get even one casualty from this? They locked
down their islands and didn't let anyone come over, and we sent them some of
our serum too, so they're struggling to make out what to do with it,
considering they don't have our numbers problem."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, the serum's a lot more effective for a man if
he's paired up with multiple women who've got the serum running through their
blood, but it's still basically fatal if administered to any man directly, so
what is New Zealand going to do with all the single men who don't have a
partner? It's a good problem to have," he said, "but it's still a
problem."
Emily leaned her head against Andy's shoulder, and he put
her arm around her to give her a hug, seeing her crestfallen face. "It's
almost incomprehensible that nearly all the cast and crew of any movie I ever
worked on is likely dead," she said, her eyes watering with tears for a
moment before she wiped them away, trying to stoic up. "I don't even know
where to begin grieving, it's simply so immense a tragedy. So many lost
souls."
Sarah and Maya moved over and they all hugged the tiny
blonde for a long moment. "We'll get through it together, Emily, the only
way we know how," the tall redhead said.
Emily tilted her head up and Sarah leaned down to press her
lips kindly to hers, a soft and warm kiss, more of concern than affection, at
least for the moment, before Emily pulled back, smiling up at her. "You
always did know how to keep my mind moving," she said. "Well, we
should show you the house, Maya, and let you pick a bedroom of your own. I
think there's still a handful unclaimed to choose from."
"Any of them have a door leading into the back yard so
it's easy to take Stan and Ollie out?" she asked, as the group of them
slowly untangled from one another.
"I do believe such a room is available," Emily
said, plastering on a smile, trying to move past her sadness with her best
'keep calm and carry on' attitude. "Let's go have a look, shall we, and
see what we can do about getting you settled in."
"And then we can have some much needed drinks!"
Maya laughed.
"Not too drunk," Sarah giggled. "At
least not before Andy comes and joins us."
"Go easy," Andy said with a grin. "Dinner's
in a couple of hours, so maybe let's save the hard cocktailing until after you
have some food in your stomachs, hmm?"
"Oh sure sure," Maya said. "We won't start in
on the real drinks until after dinner, but I could probably do with a
cocktail or so just as a warmup. Cosmos, ladies?"
"Not until after you have a room chosen and have
settled in," Emily said, placing her hands on her hips, trying to look as
stern as possible. "I truly must insist."
Maya rolled her brown eyes but grinned back at her.
"Ever the prim and proper lady with a stick up her ass," she said,
grabbing her big suitcase with one hand, the dog carrier with the other.
"I got that for you," Sarah said, taking the dog
carrier from her, as she leaned in, stage whispering to her. "The stick's
not the only thing she's gotten up there lately."
That sent Maya off into a blast of laughter.
To be continued in part 21, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.
