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Chapter 13 of 16.



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 13 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 13


	Alisha had it.  Her breasts were bigger than Shannon's and probably
bigger than Rachel's, but differently shaped, being cones distorted by
gravity and splayed a bit so they pointed outward from her chest at maybe a
sixty degree angle to either side rather that pointing straight forward at
ninety and they had BIG areolas with a serious nipple centered on them.  They
really hadn't slid that much, but they were soft and had that look that said
they'd been bigger at one point.  She had a round ass and a bit of a belly
pooch and a vertical landing strip that pointed at her highly-visible
clitoral hood and she was curvy, indenting more at the waist than Rachel or
Faye -- or Shannon, for that matter, since Shannon just didn't have that much
width.  Everything about her was rounded or a sweeping curve, and she had the
hourglass thing, if somewhat shifted toward pear-shaped.  There wasn't a
damned thing wrong with her.  I smiled to let her know it and bored in,
taking her in my arms and lowering my lips to hers.  She melted against me
immediately and clung as if she was gaining sustenance from the connection --
and her tongue was EVERYWHERE!  I was pleasantly surprised -- Alisha was
clearly giving her all, despite the fact that as far as she knew she had
nothing to gain but a night of sex.  I rubbed her back and her ass and she
pressed a couple of nipples like forty-five caliber bullets into my lower
ribs.  She rubbed my back and ass for a bit, then slipped her hand between us
to run it up and down the iron bar I was pressing into her lower belly.  She
broke the kiss to gasp, "So hot!  It almost burns!" then dove in again.

	We were due to move on, though, so I pushed Alisha back until the bed
hit the back of her knees and she had to fall back, then waited while she
backed onto the bed before covering her, exploring her face, ears, and neck
with my lips and listening to her moans of desire and arousal as I drifted
down between her breasts before veering toward the point of the left one.

	As my lips locked around her nipple, she moaned, "Ogod!  I can't
wait!  You're killing me!"  I reached down with my hand to feel her pussy and
it was simmering in its juices.  Alisha opened her legs wide to grant me
access and whined, "Please!"  I rubbed three fingers along her slot, mashing
her prominent clitoris, and she stiffened and squealed and was suddenly twice
as wet as she'd been previously!  "Now!  Now!" she hissed, so I repositioned
and pressed myself inside her.

	Faye was a talker -- Alisha, on the other hand, didn't open her
mouth, I don't think.  Instead. She made these high-pitched whines that ran
up the scale from merely emphatic mid-range sounds to a high-pitched squeak
as she approached orgasm.  The sound is hard to describe, but you've heard it
-- the frequency goes up at the end, making it a question -- "Mmmmm?".
Alisha started low, but the pitch got higher and higher and more and more
urgent until she threw an orgasm, accompanied by a grunting "GHMMMMM!
GHMMMM!  GHMMMM!" while she clutched me with her arms and legs -- and more
important, her clamping pussy!  Apparently, she was downshifting for the
recovery, because after that, she would start out low again.  The first cycle
was quick -- seconds, and maybe only a few of them -- but after that, she was
in cruise mode and we were doing a cycle every couple of minutes.

	I didn't set out to be Superman, and Alisha didn't need it -- we went
less than ten minutes, and as she hit her sixth orgasm, I could tell that
exhaustion was setting in, so I bumped it up and found a good pattern for me
and erupted in her before she really got on the train for number seven.  I
lowered myself onto her and she started sucking my neck, whispering, "God,
that was SOOOO good!"  I was in no mood to argue -- Alisha was a fine fuck!

	Rachel waited maybe ten minutes before sticking her head in the door.
"Things seem quiet..."

	"Yeah, we're cooling down."  I struggled up.  Alisha made a mewling
noise and clearly didn't want to let go, but she did, eyeing Rachel in
embarrassment due to her nakedness.

	Rachel fixed that by throwing off her nightie and coming over to sit
on the bed, nude.  "Scotty's a wonder, isn't he?  I love him to death!"  She
reached out to take Alisha's hand.

	"Yeah..."  Alisha sighed, clearly having a hard time again letting go
of the idea of being mine.

	'So?' Rachel subvocalized.

	'Oh, yeah.  You or your mother will lead and she'll follow.  Given
Shannon's practical intelligence, she'll probably go last -- but that's
because that's where she'll want to be,' I replied.

	'About Momma...'

	'I don't see me doing better.  I STILL don't plan any announcements,
because I need to have visibly open slots, if nothing else, but your mother
is showing a couple of very interesting facets, on top of her experience and
stability.'  Switching targets and subjects, I turned to Alisha.  "I guess
we'd better look over that list."

	Alisha switched gears, too.  "Mike and Red figure you're going to
collect paparazzi.  Red and Cheryl have been on the net and that scene at the
restaurant -- the whole thing, not just what went on the news -- is on
several streaming sites and getting lots of hits, locally, with that
demonstration interspersed with it as a background.  Red wants to wait until
someone from the church makes a comment and then unload the video of the
Reverend and Shannon's mom."

	I chewed my lip over this, then turned to Rachel.  "Go get Shannon."
Rachel hopped up and went to get her best friend and sister in bondage.
Shannon came in nude, Rachel having said something to her, apparently.  I
briefed her, producing a grimace.

	"Well, it isn't as if Momma doesn't have it coming.  I'm burning my
bridges, but that's really not so bad.  Life with Momma, well..."  She
shrugged.

	I nodded -- we could all imagine...

	Alisha nodded, too, and continued.  "That being the case, we're going
to want to try to shake the reporters and photographers.  Red and Cheryl are
getting ready to be in support in the morning, because we -- Mike and I --
have been at least visible at night, all along.  Clearly, you could move
using transporters, but somebody might get to thinking, so we came up with
this..."  Basically, Nick and Elise were to go out first, drawing fire from
the newsies and probably producing a nice, dramatic meltdown on Elise's part
-- and we would sneak down the back stairwell while they were at it.  It
sounded like a plan...  We picked a nice, family place a few blocks away for
breakfast -- one which saw regular pickups -- and planned fast food for lunch
in the midst of another trip to the women's apparel outlets, followed by
dinner at a nice Italian place uptown and serious partying at a rowdy club in
the east end of town.  Mike and Alisha would be with us for that...

	"Okay, give the guys our itinerary," I told her.  "You can come back
if you want."

	Alisha eyed me sadly.  "I'd better not.  I'm already addicted, and if
Cheryl discovers what we did..."

	"You know best."  I stood and walked her to the transporter.  "Bye,
Honey."

	"Bye, Scott."  The look on her face tore at my heart.  "Thanks."  She
turned and stepped onto the pad and was whisked away.

	I turned and beheld my women -- who were both wearing the same
expression.  "Yeah, that's Number Four -- but we can't tell her or the other
one until we're ready to leave.  Let's go to bed."  I had a thought and
grinned.  "Who wants to see what she tastes like?"

	Rachel was on her knees with my testicles in her hand in a flash!
"You don't have to ask twice!" she declared, sucking in my half-hard member.

	"Uuuh!  I guess not!"

	After a more or less ceremonial cleaning, during which Rachel
approved of the taste of Alisha's juices, we retired to the king-size bed in
the other bedroom.  It was tight, with four of us in the bed, but we managed.
Rachel rode me cowgirl with such energy that Faye complained that she was
being thrown off the bed, but it wasn't serious.  Faye also began to
masturbate after a while, sneaking it first, and then getting brazen as I
watched.  That opened the door for the shy Shannon, and she watched us from
the other side, also masturbating -- and managing to orgasm in sync with
Rachel, somehow.  By the time Rachel was done, Shannon was temporarily
exhausted -- but Faye wasn't.

	"Can we go again?" Faye asked, her eyes smoky with need.  "I'll suck
you..."

	"That's your daughter's goo on my cock," I pointed out.

	"Yeah.  Nasty, isn't it?" Faye sucked me in and popped back off after
a moment.  "I've spent a long time being prim and proper, whether I wanted to
or not -- I want to let my hair down!"  I figured she was doing a good job of
that...

	When I was re-inflated, I took Faye missionary-style -- and when she
begged me to crush the living shit out of her nipple in a voice choked with
passion, I gave her what she wanted -- and she nearly bucked me off!
Apparently, Roger was a gentle and considerate lover -- but Faye occasionally
wanted things rough and edgy and she wanted me to handle her cravings.  Hey,
no problem...  I pounded the living shit out of her -- she was built to take
it.  I unloaded for the fourth or fifth time that night and figured that I
had nothing left -- but I was firm enough for Shannon to sit on and then
drape herself atop me so that she would get the benefit of my morning wood.
We didn't fuck -- Shannon wanted to lay on me and cuddle and sleep that way,
and I was fine with that.  Somebody killed the lights...

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	We were up reasonably early -- and Shannon made sure she got hers.
Early morning athletics led to showers and other cleanup -- but we were in a
bit of a hurry, so there was no monkey business.  Red and Cheryl checked our
escape route in advance, and Mike and Alisha were to cover Nick and Elise.  I
had a quick, private conversation with Nick, letting him know what was up and
what was expected, so he wouldn't be surprised.  "It's another opportunity
for you to be there when she needs emotional support," I noted.

	Nick chuckled, "Among other things!"

	"Yeah, well, let her come to you -- that seems to be working," I
advised.  "If you start groping her while she's looking for something
else...'

	"Yeah."  Nick nodded.  "But I think she needs to learn who comes
first at some point, right?"

	"True enough," I agreed.  "It's your call how you want to handle
that, of course."  Nick nodded.  Three minutes later, we got the high sign
from Mike, who was scoping the lobby, and Nick led Elise, all unknowing, into
the bear trap.

	We were in the stairwell and I was tripping over my feet watching the
drone feeds from them when the elevator door opened in the lobby and Elise
and Nick walked out.  There was a three-second pause while the newshounds
alerted, and then they were all over them like a coat of paint!  Elise, being
a member of local society, was meat -- and everybody present wanted their
piece!  We were two blocks away by the time they made it through the lobby,
and Elise was a wreck -- in front of at least six video cameras.  As they
pulled away from the hotel in Mike's unmarked car, Elise turned to Nick and
wailed, "Don't take me home!  Mommy and Daddy will KILL me!  I'm disowned, at
the very least!"

	Nick eyed her.  "So what are you asking me?"

	Huddled against him in the back seat of the car, she gazed up at him
in total supplication.  "Can I stay with you?"

	"As in what?"

	"Girlfriend?"

	"I dunno.  What about concubine?  As in pre-pack?"

	Eyeing him warily, she asked, "What are you going to want?"

	His smile showed his fangs.  "Only everything."

	"What do I get?"

	"What you have right now," Nick replied.  "Comfort and protection."
He cuddled her against him.

	"You aren't gonna make me..." she ventured.

	"Oh, I probably will, but I'll make it worthwhile," Nick replied
blandly.  "I did last night, didn't I?"

	"Well, yeah, but naked?"

	"Concubines GO naked!" Nick retorted.  "Naked, with a collar and
leash -- maybe nipple rings.  Come on, you know it gives you a little
tingle..."  He kissed her on the neck, evoking a shiver.

	She settled against him.  "I'll think about it."

	"Think hard!" Nick retorted, "We still haven't decided where we're
going yet!"

	"You're kidding, right?"  Elise leaned up to eye him.

	Nick cocked his head, his expression guarded, "Elise, the first thing
you have to understand here is who is in charge.  There is no question once
you're a concubine.  Do you think Scott would take any shit from you?  Did it
look like he needed to?  The situation really isn't any different with me --
and if I have to put you out on a street corner to hitch a ride from a
newsman to make a point, I'll do it."

	Elise flinched.  "Really?"

	"Really.  You are NOT in charge.  If you want something, you're going
to have to present a case for how it benefits ME or it's a waste of time!
Let's face it, Hon -- you're spoiled rotten and you have bad habits.  I'm
going to have to rub your nose in things for your own good!  Scott already
HAS two women who will do anything he wants -- do you think he would put up
with your shit?  The good news is that I only have two slots, so you won't be
just one of the crowd..."  He pulled her against him to soften the blow of
his words.

	That said, Nick went silent and let his lips and hands do his talking
for him, cuddling her and kissing her neck and shoulder.  Wisely, he didn't
grope her; he handled her with a lover's intimate familiarity, but didn't put
her off by manhandling her by mauling her tits or shoving a hand under her
skirt or anything.

	It was the right thing to do.  After a couple of minutes, Elise
looked up meekly at him and said, "Okay."

	"Okay, what?"

	"Okay, I want to be your concubine."  She eyed him nervously.  "I
mean, you promise, right?  You aren't just going to..."

	Nick smiled.  "No, I promise -- and I keep my promises.  The only
person who can screw this up is you.  I can't take you if you're not with me,
for instance.  And if you insist on getting jerky, well, like any OTHER
relationship, either of us can call it off until we get picked up.  If we
can't get along, it just isn't going to work.  Other than that, though...
Good enough?"

	"Yeah..."  She settled against him, clearly taking comfort in his
caresses.

	Nick let it ride for a minute while she relaxed, then pushed her
away, "Okay, show me you're serious."

	"What?  How?"

	"Get naked."

	"Nick!"

	"You're going through my front door a naked slave or not at all.
Make up your mind.  We can still go to your house," Nick insisted.  "I TOLD
you that talk is cheap and you were going to have to have your nose rubbed in
it -- well, this is lesson one!"  He cocked his head.  "Come on, show me some
of that obedience you promised!"

	"Here?"

	"Believe me, there's no better place!"

	Elise clearly wasn't happy, but she muttered, "Okay," and slowly
began coming out of her blouse.  Nick sat back and let her do it at her own
speed, only gesturing for her to continue when she stopped -- which was after
every garment.  Eventually, Nick told her, "You can keep your shoes -- that's
it.  Understand?"

	"Yes."  Elise whined a little, but she kept going until she was nude.

	"So, did that kill you?" Nick asked, still sitting back.

	"No."  Elise hung her head and eyed him sidelong.

	"Well, it isn't over, but I think you've earned a carrot."  Nick
pulled her to him and cuddled her up, giving her a kiss.  At this point, he
cupped a breast, but didn't go wild on it.  Elise tucked herself against him
and gave a petulant little whine, but seemed happy.  "So, can you do what I
tell you?" Nick murmured in her ear.

	"I...  Yesss..."  Elise moaned -- from the effect of Nick's lips on
her neck, apparently.

	"You're gonna walk up my front walk dressed just the way you are..."
Nick noted.  "And it won't be the last time, either -- concubines go naked.
You belong to me -- you'll go naked whenever I tell you.  You're going to do
lots of things good little girls don't do, Honey -- but you did a lot of that
kind of thing last night, so it's not new..."

	"No more sex in public, though, right?" Elise begged.

	Nick sighed.  "Honey, what part of 'everything' do you not
understand?  When you ask me a question like that, you're proposing a test --
do you realize that?  Now we HAVE to have public sex again at some point --
and you're going to have to be good about it or you will fail!"

	"Awwww!"  Elise looked upset, but she tucked her head against Nick's
shoulder.  "Okay."

	"I think we're going to be fine," Nick assured her.  "It's all about
you understanding that it's me that counts now, not you.  I think I can make
it worth your while, though..."  He pulled her chin up and kissed her and it
was pretty clear to me that she was well on her way to being domesticated.
Five minutes later, she did as she was told, walking up the walk at Nick's
house with her hand in his, nude, and standing there while he unlocked the
door.  Since they hadn't shaken the newsies and they knew where Nick lived in
the first place, they got her on video.  She covered her face when she
noticed the cameraman, but Nick took her hand down -- so she got brave and
stuck out her tongue at the newsies before going inside.

	By then we were all in the restaurant, having ordered breakfast, and
were all sitting quietly, watching the probe feeds.  Faye was sharing
Rachel's faux iPhone and Rachel was sharing an earbud, so she could hear the
soundtrack.

	"So I have the vultures outside my house, and my son and his naked
but locally notorious girlfriend inside," Faye mused.

	"That's likely to be the situation when we take you home, too," I
pointed out.

	"Great!" Faye rolled her eyes.  "And I'll get recognized, too, at
that point, if I haven't been already..."

	I grinned.  "Something like that."

	"Roger is going to shit a brick -- if he wasn't going to already..."
Faye smiled crookedly.  "I put on quite a show last night."

	I nodded.  "I have to agree.  If he kicks you out, come on back to
the hotel and we'll just add you to the circus somewhere."  I paused.  "This
doesn't necessarily mean anything, of course..."

	Faye nodded, sighing.  "I understand."

	"Since there is so much media attention, I think I can call in and
get a protective detail for your home," Red offered.

	"That might be smart," Faye mused.

	"I'll make a call."

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	The Reverend gave an interview looking upon us with alarm while we
were still at breakfast, so Red and the AI released the video of him and his
two deacons and Rebecca Fawkes getting it on during her 'act of contrition.'
We didn't even have to mix it with the interview -- in an hour, someone had
done it for us and it was on streaming sites all over the place.  We were
shopping, towing a couple of particularly effective newshounds, when Rebecca
Fawkes had what looked to be a nervous breakdown while chasing newsies off
her property with her broom; fortunately, Shannon was in a changing room and
occupied with that and didn't see it live.

	Faye was with us; Roger called to complain that she'd clearly gone a
bit overboard -- but he was petulant, rather than enraged.  He said they had
enough problems at home with the newsies trying to get at the three of them
without having another target in sight.  As it was, they had two police
cruisers out front.  Elise's parents were apparently livid and refusing to
make any comments while they decided whether to totally disown their daughter
or at least pretend to close ranks with her.  According to Roger, Elise was
naked on Nick's lap on the couch and he never left her sight.  Roger stayed
home -- his office really didn't want the notoriety.

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	As before, dressing Shannon didn't draw the crowd that we'd gotten at
the plus-size store, even with a couple of cameramen wandering here and
there.  But we got some attention and she and Cheryl picked up a few things
and Cheryl seemed willing to allow me to feel her up a bit.  I was pretty
sure it was all about staying in character, however.

	The fast food break gave us an opportunity to let Red and Cheryl and
a couple of other plainclothes cops in unmarked cars help us give the
paparazzi the slip, after which we headed for a different plus-size store.
There, Faye made it clear that she could go toe to toe with her daughter when
it came to being outrageous and irreverent; the first time Rachel popped out
of a changing room virtually naked, she was in there swinging, calling down
the dowdy saleswomen.  We didn't have any youthful assistance at this store,
but Faye bullied the staff and then proceeded to go TOTALLY naked here and
there while looking at lingerie.  Alisha pretended not to be with us, but
trying to be -- something fairly simple for her, I think -- and the staff
stood around bewildered until several other customers joined the circus and
the cash registers started to ring, at which point, they settled down and
stopped worrying about propriety.  Well, until the paparazzi caught up,
anyway -- then they tried to close the barn door after the horses had all
fled, but we had plenty of help from female customers in shutting THAT down,
once they realized that they were going to be seen on TV or on video with the
notorious Scott Harshman and his harem...  Some ran, to be sure, but others
got about as brave as you can get -- I got offered a couple of blowjobs.  By
the time we left, the media circus was all set up outside and doing video
through the windows of the store.  I answered one question for a newsie on
the way out -- and I'm betting he was primed.  He asked, "What do you think
of the Reverend Marshall's remarks this morning?"

	I grunted.  "They're sort of like the pot calling the kettle black,
aren't they?  Sorry, maybe that's a racial slur -- if so, it is unintended.
I would have to say that the Reverend Mr. Marshall really needs to look in
the mirror before commenting on the activities of others.  I'm wondering what
his congregation thinks?"  The last two sentences made the news, of course.
We got into the Escalade and led the parade back to the hotel to change for
dinner.

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