Double Twist
Chapter 163
“We were created to make the impossible possible.”
—Vista Townsend, Synthetic Genesis
WE HEADED OUT of the theater building, trying to spot Remas. She wasn’t in the lobby and we went on outside into the bright sunlight of late afternoon. Cindy tugged on my hand and pointed. The despondent figure was sitting on the edge of a fountain staring down at her phone. I headed toward her. Cindy didn’t let go of my hand.
“Remas, it seems something was inadvertently left out of our contract,” I said. “Want to help us fix it?”
“Do you want me? They say I messed this up.”
“How? You didn’t have anything to do with the contract,” Sophie said.
“I got promoted right after your last visit in recognition of my work coordinating things with you. I was in meetings that discussed your upcoming performance. No one told me I was supposed to talk to you about it. Randi White, our contract person, says it was my responsibility to talk to you,” Remas said.
“Randi White is who signed our contract. There’s nothing in it about an hour-long performance. It doesn’t make sense that you should be blamed for something she signed,” Sophie said.
“Shit runs downhill.”
“Well, we’re putting up a dam between you and it,” I said. “Get the boss on the phone. We’ll get this fixed.”
“I’ll call Donahue,” Donna said. “You call the bus, Remas. We need to get to the apartments in order to start organizing a program.”
When pizzas arrived at the apartment at seven, so did Dr. Donahue. She was as angry as we had been, though I couldn’t see why. Her department had screwed up.
“Remas, you won’t be needed any longer,” she started out. “We need to work on a way to salvage this situation.”
“She goes, we leave for the airport,” I said, facing Dr. D.
“Why would you do that? She messed up your contract and put us in this mess. We don’t have time to do anything but bring in some other musicians and do a mixed show,” Donahue said.
“Wrong,” Sophie said. “We have a contract signed by Randi White, your contract person, that only vaguely says we will do a live stream video performance here in DC. I’ve worked with a lot of production companies but never one who expected a coordinator to do the work of a contract person.”
“Remas was in the meetings where the performance was discussed,” Donahue insisted.
“And exactly when was she told she had to renegotiate our contract?” I demanded. “You would think something as important as that would have had some explicit instructions. We’re willing to work something out to get a performance in the theater Thursday. We’ll do it because that’s the kind of people we are. What we’re seeing here is that you may not be the kind of people we want to associate with in the long run.”
“Let’s not be too hasty,” Donahue said, stepping back. I’m not sure she considered that we’d decide not to come to DC for service. Not that we’d have a choice if they decided that was what had to happen, but Cindy didn’t have to volunteer a year and a half early. “A mistake was made and if we can remedy it, we will. If you still want Remas as your coordinator, she can stay.”
“Dr. Donahue, sometime in the future, we are going to mess something up,” I said. “We’ll be in the wrong place, have marked the wrong schedule, be sick and unable to play, or just sleep in and miss a rehearsal—or, God forbid, a performance. When that happens, we’re going to take full responsibility for it and whatever penalty it causes. What we want to know is how many times we are going to be held culpable for other people’s mess-ups. If you have the kind of school and organization that pushes the blame down to the lowest level to protect those in power, we don’t want to be a part of it.”
“Maybe I’ve been too quick to place blame where none is deserved,” Dr. D said. “How can we make things right?”
“We received an email an hour ago from Randi pretending nothing was out of the ordinary and we were set for the performances. It included a playlist. If we’d had that two weeks ago, we could have done something. We aren’t prepared for some of the pieces on the list. We don’t have the right instruments, people, or costumes. We need to go over the program and arrive at something we can prepare and produce in two days. Then we’ll need rehearsal space for more than the two sessions that are scheduled. It doesn’t need to be in the theater if that’s not available, but I don’t think other residents in this apartment building will appreciate us rehearsing late into the night.”
“We should be able to handle rehearsal space. Remas, can you check with the theater to see what additional time we can have there and then schedule rehearsal room at the school for any other times? Please?” Donahue said.
“Yes, ma’am.” Remas left to go to the other apartment and Em took a pizza and sodas to follow her.
“Now,” Donna said. “We do not have the costumes or instruments to replicate Mountain Monster. It’s been a year since the troupe did that video and the material is stale.”
“We are just looking for a rendition of some of your other work that has become influential,” Donahue said. “How about ‘The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly’?”
“We can perform the music,” I said. “Without costumes. We’re missing three of our dancers who are in National Service. It’s still a good musical composition and shows off Desi’s voice, as well. I don’t think we’ll have any problem redoing the Jefferson Memorial piece. Sophie said she can get a reasonable costume and prop ready for that.”
“That’s good. And you can fill in the missing time with other pieces from your repertoire?” Donahue asked. I nodded. “I have one question: Why?”
“What?”
“Why are you going an extra step forward when you were ready to leave town when I walked in? Why are you defending Remas, who would have been a perfect scapegoat for all the blame? Why are you willing to put in hours of rehearsal between now and the scheduled performance time on Thursday to put together a full hour of music instead of six minutes?”
I looked around at my mates. They were good questions. Yes, I thought Donna and Sophie had painted a good picture of what we had to lose and what we had to fall back on. But that wasn’t enough of a reason. I felt Beca’s hand on my shoulder and nodded.
“It’s the kind of people we are, Dr. Donahue. You can expect we will always give our best.”
“I thought they were going to send me to California to pick asparagus,” Remas sobbed. I held her on my lap after we’d put our instruments away for the night. We’d agreed that we needed to stop playing before we disturbed other residents. Shortly after that, clothing had started dropping and having Remas naked in my lap was a pleasant sensation. I was thinking I might pick her up and take her to the bedroom. She lifted her lips to me and gave me a searing kiss as my hand automatically slid up her torso to cup a marvelous full breast.
“Not on our watch,” I said when we broke for air.
“Come on, baby,” Em said. “We have a scouting job for you.”
“What?” Remas asked, reluctantly extracting herself from my embrace.
“Someone has to be the first naked girl in the hall as we run next door!” Em laughed. Well, I guess the girls had plans for Remas. I stood and kissed all my girlfriends goodnight before they left. I decided to just let the musical beds determine who landed in mine, if anyone. I went into the bathroom to get my teeth brushed and go to bed.
“Is this okay, Jacob?” Cindy asked as she stood next to the bed.
“Okay?” I asked. Damn! I’d almost gotten my cock to go down after the brief make-out with Remas and kissing all my girlfriends. Looking at naked Cindy Marvel standing demurely by my bed reversed that process quickly. She was just so damned cute!
“Okay for me to sleep with you. And… um… I wanted to make sure… um… my trim and shave was okay. Rachel said it would be, but I don’t know what you like.” Well, that was an excuse to let my eyes travel down her shapely body and focus on the space between her legs. I thought her pubic hair might be a little less bushy—shorter—than it had been, but the edges around the top and sides hadn’t been cut back. Cindy had black pubes to match her black hair. It always looked thick and tangled. But from the top of her slit down, everything was clean and bare. I could see the tips of her inner lips parting the outer labia with a burst of pink.
“Wow!” I took her hand and we sat on the bed. “First of all, my Pied Piper, you never have to ask for my approval of your appearance. I might like certain things and I’ll be sure to tell you, but I’m not the one who decides what you should and shouldn’t do, whether it’s the length of your pubic hair, the color of your nail polish, or the amount of makeup you wear. I’ll be happy to offer my opinion when you want it, but you don’t have to do anything to please me but be yourself.”
“Rachel said that you wouldn’t want me to be all shaved because I’d look like a little girl. She said you have a thing about not making love to girls who don’t look like women and I should keep my bush.”
“We don’t have a problem with that,” I laughed. “I’ll hold and love you as much as you’re ready for. If you want to sleep with me tonight, I’m happy to have you in bed next to me. Just remember, no matter what stage you are at, you are still a very sexy young woman and I can’t help but respond to that.”
“You mean like this?” she asked, reaching to stroke my erect cock.
“Oh! Cindy, that is exactly the kind of thing that is likely to make a mess here,” I gasped. She’d stroked me off once before and even the memory brought me closer to a peak.
“Lie down,” she whispered. Her whisper wasn’t much quieter than her normal soft speaking voice. She pushed me lightly and I lay back on the pillows. “Beca told me I should have a washcloth with me. I brought one just in case. But Desi told me I could prevent a mess.” I cocked my head as she continued to stroke my cock, smearing the precome around the head. Then she leaned forward and put her lips around the head, washing it with her tongue.
“Oh, God, Cindy! You… You don’t have to… do that.”
“Even Beca does this with you and she’s a lesbian,” Cindy said before moving her mouth up and down my shaft. She popped off again. “I think I’m ready for this much. I might not be able to swallow it all, but that’s why I have a washcloth ready.” With that she went back to work on my cock and I was lost. I had a hand petting her hair and one on her arm. I wanted desperately to hold her breasts, touch her pussy, lick her. But I wasn’t willing to do anything to disturb her focus and concentration on my cock.
“It… won’t be long, Cindy. I might not be able to warn you again. I’m going to come soon.”
“Okay,” she said and resumed her sucking. She focused on the head of my cock and stroked the rest with her hand, dribbling saliva down my cock to slick it up. If Desi had given her instructions on this, I needed to thank her profusely. Cindy just slowly bobbed up and down an inch or two as she continued to stroke. I felt it build and could feel my prostate tensing for the explosion. Then it was upon me and I emptied my balls and my day’s frustration into Cindy’s mouth. She started giggling as I sank into the pillows.
“What?” I asked, opening my eyes and looking down at her come-spattered face.
“I was expecting it and it still surprised me. I couldn’t get it all.” She reached for the washcloth on the bedside table and wiped her face. Then she cleaned the spatters from around my cock. I pulled her up face-to-face with me and kissed her.
Since her sixteenth birthday, two months ago, Cindy and I had shared some sweet kisses and she’d been in my bed a couple of times. But we’d never let go and let the passion of this kiss take us over. Our lips met and then our tongues in a lovers’ invasion. I held her to me and petted her breasts and her back and her butt. I rolled her to her back as I pressed my body down on hers and felt her gasp, holding my head to hers with her hands.
I ran my hand down from her breast to the patch of pubic hair she had left there for me. After playing a bit in her curls and tugging lightly at them, I dipped deeper. Cindy opened her legs to accommodate my invading fingers and I stroked through her wetness for the first time. The first time I touched the bud of her clit, she stiffened and whined out an orgasm. It was nothing like the intensity I’d heard from her on other occasions, though. I started kissing my way down her body as she writhed on the bed. I paid special attention to the mounds of her tiddies and sucked on the flushed and hardened nipples, eliciting a mounting volume of moans. And then I continued down her body, covering her stomach with kisses and rubbing my face in her pubic hair before reaching out with my tongue to sample her moisture.
Exquisite. There was no other word I could think of. It was freshness and innocence and wanton desire all wrapped into one. I moved down far enough to probe her opening with my tongue and extract a portion of succulent fluids from her as I moved the tip of my tongue to her clit for the first time. I felt the little bud jump beneath the pressure I applied, moving up one side and down the other and then back again before I pressed my tongue directly into the pearl and vibrated it.
I’d almost forgotten how loud Cindy’s uninhibited orgasms could be. The screech and string of expletives that came from her mouth rang in the apartment. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was heard next door or on the next floor. As she came down, I gently licked the excess fluids from around her opening and looked at the beautiful sight I’d only tasted before. So beautiful. So delicious. She shuddered as I licked the inside and outside of her inner labia and probed deeply into her crack to clean up the fluids that had run between her cheeks.
I finally managed to pull away enough to move up to where I could kiss her again, my renewed erection dragging the length of her thigh. Before it reached heaven’s gate, a hand gently pushed me aside. Beca and Desi cleaned the two of us with fresh washcloths as we kissed and then gently tugged at us to separate us. Cindy rolled into Beca’s arms and continued kissing as if she hadn’t been interrupted. Desi put a leg over me and slid her wet pussy down the length of my cock and began rocking back and forth.
“That was earthshaking,” she whispered in my ear. “But we know she isn’t ready for the last step yet. I am. Shake my world. Come with me.” In surprisingly few strokes, I was doing just that.
Cindy doesn’t wake up rapidly in the morning, or early. I suppose it was a little selfish of me to lie there with Desi pressed against my back and Beca against Cindy’s while I softly caressed and explored the contours of her breasts, stomach, and bottom. She was so smooth and soft and I wanted to touch her all over. Eventually, nature called and I had to get out of bed. Desi quickly rolled to fill the empty space and cuddle to Cindy.
I needed to run. I put on my gear and went to the kitchen where I found Nanette already making coffee.
“Did you sleep here alone last night?” I asked when I’d kissed her good morning.
“No. I was next door. Brittany and I made a Remas sandwich for the night. The girl needed some serious loving. I knew you’d be up to run soon, so I came over to make us a cup of coffee before we take off. There’s a protein shake for you, too.”
We drank our coffee and shakes, filled our CamelBaks, and headed outside. We ran south around Arlington National Cemetery and then cut toward the river and Lady Bird Johnson Park. From there we headed north along the Potomac all the way to Potomac Overlook Regional Park and then along city streets back south to our apartment. We weren’t really keeping track of distance or time. It seemed Nanette needed to just stretch her legs as well. I planned to run 10k at West Noble Saturday, so would have to keep myself loose and ready to run.
“This is a beautiful area,” she said as we got back to the apartment. “I’ll like living here.”
“Do you really think they’ll let us all move here and live happily ever after?” I asked.
“I guess it will depend. It’s obvious to me that regardless of what rules and regulations say, clever people will manipulate them according to their own private interests. Donahue showed a side we hadn’t seen before. She’s definitely building her little empire of the arts here. There are probably other locations around the country where the arts are also taught as part of National Service. I would guess New York and Los Angeles for two. But she is recruiting based on what her empire needs. As long as you are in sync with what she feels she needs, she’ll do her best to keep you happy. That will mean pulling strings to have your pod with you. You just need to decide how far you are willing to go to make her happy.”
“I might have blown it yesterday with the confrontation,” I said. “Do you think she still wants us?”
“I think so. You’ll have a better opportunity to evaluate that at the meetings and receptions. We should have a pod conference, though, and make sure we all know what we’re playing for when we start going to social events this evening. Are you ready for it?”
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