Double Twist
Chapter 162
“Bring hope to a hopeless world and help young heroes arise.”
—Phillip Wayne Wright, The Breedite Invasion: Book One: Origins
THE HOT REDHEAD I was with drew stares and wolf whistles. Not at the airport, but when she walked through the door at Donna’s farmhouse. My pod mates were all over Rachel.
“You look so hot!” Desi exclaimed.
“Do they teach you to look like that in service?” Beca asked. “I think I’m ready to enlist.”
“Do you look as yummy without clothes as with?” Em asked.
“Why don’t you come and find out, lover,” Rachel laughed. “I’ve been waiting for someone to volunteer to get me out of them.” Rachel’s weren’t the only clothes that fell off. In ten minutes, everyone in the house was naked. And as soon as we were, we all took a moment to kiss the tattoo on her butt. “Ooh! I just get home and already everyone is kissing my ass,” she howled. I nipped it a little and she jumped.
“Hey! This is new,” Nanette said. She was pointing at Rachel’s neatly trimmed and partly shaved bush. “I thought we were going to stay the wild and untamed pair.”
“Oh, God! You guys! I want to sit and cuddle with everyone.” All ten of us managed to cram ourselves under, beside, and on top of Rachel. Cindy was the cherry on top, sitting on Rachel’s lap. “Honey, your virginity might not be safe sitting where you are,” Rachel sighed. “I’ll try to behave.”
“But you don’t have, like, a…”
“I have fingers and a tongue.”
“Oh!” Cindy squeaked. She didn’t move though. Rachel just held her and cuddled.
“So, when did you decide to tame the jungle?” Nanette asked. “Even Livy was trimmed in a bikini cut.”
“I joined a club a few weeks ago. One of the girls in the dorm was complaining about her pubes itching and that her boyfriend wasn’t there to shave her. I’d shaved Britt and Desi and Sophie a few times and I just spontaneously said, ‘Oh, I can do that, if you want.’ She wanted and, in a few minutes, she was spread in front of me while I applied shaving cream to her mound and lips and started shaving her. She liked it all bare and I was sort of stroking her labia to make sure there was no stubble when she said, ‘My boyfriend always tested it with his tongue.’ I think she’d set the whole thing up and I fell for it face first into her pussy. When she’d been satisfied, she stroked my cheek and said, ‘Next week, we’ll do you.’ I thought she meant she’d do me and I was okay with that.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“It turned out there were half a dozen in the shaving club and they rotated what week they got shaved and who shaved them. I wanted to keep most of my bush but I figured no one would mind if I cleaned up the tonguing area. I got trimmed, shaved, and tongued that night. The next week, I was on shaving duty. The following week I got shaved again. Every other week getting a tongue bath and every other week giving one. Basic was just long enough to have a give or receive session with each of the six of us.”
“Before we start eating each other, would you like some food?” Donna asked. “We’re all here for the weekend so we don’t need to rush things.”
We started getting up and arranging ourselves for dinner. Before Cindy let Rachel get off my lap, she leaned in close to whisper in her ear. Our heads were right together so I could hear everything Cindy said.
“Rachel, later this weekend, would you trim and shave me? I’ve never done it before.”
She left both Rachel and me wondering if she meant shaved or something else.
Rachel didn’t pull a train on all the rest of us but we settled into some nice long loving. She slept with Beca and me Friday night and when I got back from my Saturday run, she was sandwiched between Sophie and Desi.
Donna had the tractor out, having decided the driving range needed mowing one more time. Nanette headed for the house while I swung up beside Donna on the tractor to ride along. It wasn’t conducive to either making out or conversation, but I rode with her companionably for an hour and a half and shared her joy in making the field into an extended yard for the back of her house. We cleaned up the equipment and put it away before we held hands to walk up to the house and get a shower. We found Nanette, Brittany, and Rachel just getting out of the shower.
“I’d just stay in here with you, but these girls didn’t let me get breakfast before they attacked me. There was nothing I could do until I’d satisfied their lustful bodies,” Rachel giggled.
“I’ve never been so satisfied,” Nanette said. “I think she set out to fuck us into oblivion. What do you think, Britt?”
“Huh?” Brittany was still not coherent.
Donna put down her phone and walked into the sun room where Desi, Cindy, and I were practicing. The rest of the pod had books spread out or were at the table with open laptops. “We have a venue,” she announced. “That was Remas on the phone. Dr. Donahue has confirmed that we can record on Thursday with rehearsals Tuesday and Wednesday. She has a crew for us and we can live stream Thursday evening. That will mean two performances as it will be a pretty big live audience.”
“How big?” Cindy asked. I caught a hint of nervousness in her voice. Our entire first year working together I’d never detected that. She was used to performing for audiences.
“Three hundred fifty seats,” Donna said. “Maybe less, depending on the configuration we select.”
“Different configurations?”
“It’s an experimental theatre at a college in Arlington,” Donna said.
“That’s convenient,” Rachel smirked.
“Why?” I asked.
“Oh, because I’ve been assigned to the Arlington NSO Training Center for instruction in political procedure and management,” she said. “We can travel together.”
12 September 2021
We haven’t made a commitment to either the National School of the Arts or to the National Service, but it has become apparent that we are being manipulated as though we were already there. The first sign is that Rachel is being sent to DC for training and likely assignment. Instruction in political procedure and management could mean her service position will be a general go-fer or page or she could be assigned to manage an office. Either way, she’s just become an enticement for us to move to DC next summer.
We have two two-bedroom apartments reserved at a third what it cost us to stay in a hotel across the river when we were there in July. We won’t be renting a bus this time either as the school is providing transportation when needed. Joan says we’re set with the announcement that we’ll live stream on Thursday and people are already signing up. Questions have already started coming in regarding whether Washington, DC has become our permanent home and whether we will ever be performing in other parts of the country.
We were still discussing the comments when we heard the unmistakable sound of Cindy’s orgasm coming from the bathroom upstairs. Rachel wasn’t in the room with us. I had a feeling Cindy had been shaved, trimmed, and tongued. That was probably her first orgasm at the hands, or mouth, of another person.
So, tomorrow morning, we’ll all head to the airport for a flight to DC. Our moms have elected not to join us on this trip. They don’t want us making commitments yet and if they aren’t there to agree, we can’t sign anything. Tricky.
Flying with large musical instruments is a difficult process. Cindy packed all her flutes in a carry-on bag and stowed them overhead. I had to buy a seat for my viol and guitar. Fortunately, they could both sit in one seat. The airline tried to insist they needed two seats. Unfortunately, they had to have an aisle seat because the neck of the viol stuck up too far to fit under the luggage bins. That gave Rachel and me the window and center seat. And a little barrier between us and the rest of the passengers.
Parents really came in handy for the trip, though. Rachel’s mom, my mom, Cindy’s mom, and Desi’s mom managed to drive all ten of us and my instruments to Indianapolis in time to catch the 11:15 flight Monday morning. Mom, bless her heart, drove my truck with all our luggage packed in the back. And everyone packed light. Honest. But there were still bags that would be checked.
We arrived at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport at one and collected our bags. That’s where the sadness started. Rachel shouldered her duffle, still all she was allowed to carry, though she’d picked up her laptop when she visited her parents, and met a shuttle that departed every hour for Arlington NSO Training Center. We’d see if there was a chance we’d meet again before we left. There were a lot of hugs and kisses and tears before she boarded the bus. Even at that, I think there were a lot of people catching the shuttle who looked at her with envy because they’d already left their loved ones behind.
Her shuttle scarcely left the curb when a bus marked National School of the Arts pulled up in front of us. Remas jumped off the bus to greet us. She got a warm hug and the driver directed us in stowing our luggage for what turned out to be a fairly short trip to our apartments. I noticed there was already a suitcase in the compartment and when I boarded the bus, I spotted Remas’s cello strapped in a seat.
“Staying with us the week?” I asked when she boarded.
“I can go back to my place if you don’t want me around,” she said. “But since I’ll be with you pretty much all week to rehearse and perform, I thought it would be expedient.”
“Sure. It’s two two-bedroom apartments and there’s only nine of us, so I’m sure there will be one empty for you,” I said. My joke fell flat. Remas looked up at me with a tear already forming in her eye. “I’m kidding, Remas!” I grabbed hold of her and hugged her tightly.
“Jacob! I know I’m not one of your pod, but you really scared me.”
“Come here and sit with me,” I said, pulling her into a seat with me. “Tell me what I should expect this week.” I glanced over and saw that Beca had occupied Cindy so she wasn’t reaching for my hand on this trip. Remas followed my eyes.
“Well, I thought we could start with some kissing and making out for a while,” Remas said. “Then some heavy petting as you get my clothes off.” My eyes popped open as I brought my attention back to her.
“Um…”
“I’m kidding, Jacob!” I flopped back in my seat.
“You got me,” I sighed. “But if you end up naked in my bed, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she laughed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find an apartment with enough room for everyone in it but these are next door to each other. I was lucky on that. We’re going to have to do a real apartment hunt before you all move out here next summer.” Assumptive close. Nice work, Remas. “These apartments are still too far from the venue to walk with instruments. Dr. D approved this bus as our official transportation. You’ll need to get to the venue for rehearsals, over to the school for meetings, and to the receptions during the week. Emily was great driving everyone around last time but we thought it wasn’t fair to make her stay with the bus when the rest of the pod is somewhere else.” I noticed Em was seated up front and had already engaged our driver in a conversation.
“What kind of meetings do we have?” I asked.
“Well, Dr. D and her staff want to get to know the rest of the pod. When I played my recording of our rehearsal, she was really taken by Desiree’s voice. And she wants to know where and how everyone else fits together,” she said.
“I hope she doesn’t want a live demonstration of that,” I quipped. Remas snorted.
“I could tell her I’ll handle that part of the assessment personally.” We laughed.
“Tomorrow evening, you’re slated to meet with the commission. It’s an informal reception and there’s a formal meeting after our rehearsal Wednesday afternoon. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were at the rehearsal,” Remas said.
“The whole commission? I thought I was never going to have to meet with all of them.”
“Oh, no. Not all of them. I don’t think they’ve even all met together. Those who are located here in DC and can make the meeting. There won’t be more than twenty.” I groaned inwardly. Twenty bureaucrats peppering me with questions about something I don’t know anything about. That was something to look forward to.
“The real focus will be on the performance. Our tech crew will work with you at the Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning rehearsals to make sure everything is running smoothly and they know what you want. They will do a practice stream over to the school during the Thursday afternoon performance and then the live stream to your patrons Thursday night. Before you leave Friday, they’ll have the video edited and in your hands.”
“Geez! How much are we paying these guys?”
“Jacob, you’re not paying anything. This trip was at the school’s request and is a paid performance. Including all expenses.”
I just sat there blinking, trying to think if Donna or Sophie mentioned anything about this. I assumed we were paying for everything out of our funds and would be broke by the end of this trip. It was a paid performance? The school was covering all our expenses? Crap! I must already be in the service.
We boarded the bus again after we’d checked into the apartments and verified we had all our luggage. Em was all over the process and had rooms assigned. I was a little surprised when I found I was the only one assigned to my room and thought the girls were having a joke on me after my little dig at Remas. But with four bedrooms at Donna’s house, even though I had a room that was nominally ‘mine,’ we were pretty fluid about where we actually slept.
We made a list of things we needed, like coffee and breakfast food. Em and Nanette caught a cab to the nearest grocery store while the rest of us headed to the experimental theater.
Basically, it was a big black cube. We met the theater techs and walked through where we would perform and what seating arrangement we wanted. It was versatile in that seating platforms could be extracted from any or all of the four walls allowing for audiences on any side. It was pretty cool. Tuesday, when we came in to rehearse, the seating would be in place and they’d spike where our performance action was then set lights. Our first rehearsal Wednesday would be a tech rehearsal in which they’d make sure all the lights turned on and off at the right times and we could be seen and heard in all parts of the little theater.
“Wow! This sure is a lot of production effort for a six-minute video stream,” I quipped. Remas jerked around to look at me.
“Tell me you’re joking,” she said.
“About what?”
“Six minutes. You’re slated for an hour performance. The video stream is just the last piece in the show.”
“What?” I practically screamed the word. We had not prepared an hour-long performance. “Donna! Sophie!” My girlfriends rushed to me. Cindy was beside me in shock.
“Jacob, what’s the problem?”
“They have us down for an hour-long performance. We didn’t prepare an hour of material. What’s going on?”
“There has to be some mistake,” Sophie said. “Nothing was said about that in the contract.”
“Oh, shit!” Remas said. “I need to get Dr. D here. Something fell through big time. I thought it was all taken care of. If I was supposed to cover this with you my career just went in the shitter. Damn it!” She ran out of the theater with her cellphone plastered to her ear. I plopped down on the floor in the middle of the theater space shaking my head. Cindy crawled into my lap and buried her head against my shoulder.
“What are we going to do, Jacob?” she whined.
“I don’t know, Piper. We need to catch our breath and figure out what the fuck is going on.” Desi rubbed my shoulders and Beca rubbed Cindy as I held her. Donna and Sophie walked away and looked like they were arguing with each other. Britt just stood, staring at us.
I was mad as hell. What kind of puppets did they think we were? Pull this string and he plays the guitar. Pull that string and he switches to viol. But worse, I was seeing tensions among my mates. Brittany didn’t even need to perform except in the six-minute piece and she looked catatonic. Donna and Sophie looked about to come to blows. Cindy was whimpering in my lap and Beca and Desi were doing their best to comfort everyone.
I looked over at Donna and Sophie, thinking I needed to go intervene. They were frozen, looking at each other. Then they embraced and kissed. I thought for a minute they’d strip and start fucking the way they were kissing. They finally broke it off and walked hand-in-hand to us.
“Lovers,” Sophie said, pulling Brittany down beside her and Donna as they sat with us. “Think a minute with me back to last winter. What was our plan for the future?”
“Graduate from high school and go into service,” Desi said. “It’s our only option.”
“Make Cindy a popular musician, known in every household,” I added. “Then go into service.”
“Okay,” Donna said. “So, we know what the worst-case scenario is. If everything the school has suggested falls through, we’re exactly where we were six months ago. Emily, Nanette, Joan, Sophie, and I will be with Brittany and Cindy until they have to enter service and we’ll be traveling around the country to wherever you are serving to let you know we love you and will be here for you when you get out. We’ll have my house as our home and all be back together as a pod and when everyone has completed service, we’ll still be together and in love. That’s not such a bad worst-case scenario.”
“It’s just not the one they’ve led us to believe in,” I said.
“Right,” Sophie said. “But now that we know the worst that can happen is still going to mean we are in love and supporting each other, we can see about how to fix this situation.”
“I want you to know and understand that none of this is your fault,” Donna said. “Someone at the school or the National Service fucked up. They might try to blame us, but it isn’t our problem. Right?”
“Right!”
“Now, knowing it isn’t our problem, how can we fix it?” she concluded.
“Wait. What?”
“When someone else messes things up badly, it opens the door for us to be heroes. How can we save the day?” she persisted.
“We could probably pull some more pieces together before Thursday,” Cindy said. “We rehearsed and prepared everything in our repertoire for the audition and it was just a month and a half ago.”
“That’s good creative thinking,” Sophie said. “We even did the performance at the Jefferson Memorial then. I’m here and I can figure out a costume and get the scroll prop recreated.”
“I don’t think it would take too long to refresh ourselves on GBU,” Desi said. “We couldn’t do it with the dancers and costumes, but the three of us could still do the music.”
“We always have Mozart,” I laughed.
“It will take some work. Can we do it this quickly and sound good for an audience?” Cindy asked.
“I’m sure there would be places where LeBlanc would cringe, but we’ve never stopped practicing anything we’ve done. We could make almost an hour out of Cantos Desiertos and Histoire du Tango,” I said.
“We need to get back to the apartment and our instruments and charts.”
“Hasn’t Remas been gone an awfully long time?” I asked. “We need her to call the bus for us to get back to the apartment.”
We got up off the floor, hugged each other with some sincere kisses, and went off to find Remas.
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