Double Team
Chapter 200
Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. “Glad to see you, too,” she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back.
“Dude, it’s a house,” Shane said from behind her. “Hug somebody who cares.”
—Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule
“A BOLD MOVE,” Dr. D said over the phone. At least she’d waited until morning to call. I was riding shotgun with Rachel in the van. Emily was behind us. “Don’t expect everyone to be as enthusiastic. That was a dangerous thing to do. You could as easily have ended up under a pile of rocks.”
“I suppose so,” I said. “But there could have been a ton of casualties if we hadn’t done something. And these people weren’t against us. They’re just as scared and angry as I was a year ago.”
“I don’t understand that. Did you get an indication of why in this city they seemed so upset?”
“Nothing concrete but if I were to make a guess, I’d say this is an area that is managed under strict discipline and that people are routinely sent to the worst hard-labor jobs in the service. Atlanta has a black majority. Another ten percent is mixed races. The white population is only about thirty-five percent. I figure that makes this a prime feeder for kids going to the fields, the mines, or construction.”
“I’ll let Will know and pull the statistics. That would certainly do it,” Dr. D said. “Rachel, you’ll have to deal with your boss on this. She’s upset that you deviated from the plan. At the same time, she’s received congratulations from multiple sources on how well she handled the situation.”
“She handled it?” Rachel said.
“Politics, dear. Protect yourself by letting your boss take credit. Especially when it is something risky like this was.”
“Yes, ma’am. I didn’t have all that much to do with it anyway. It was Jacob’s idea.”
“Perceptive, but Jacob needs to let his boss take the credit, too.” We chatted a few more minutes before Dr. D was ready to end the call. “I’m not in your chain of command, Jacob, but I am your adviser at the National School. That’s the capacity I’ve called under. Where your tour is concerned, let Rachel guide you. If you have education or music issues, contact me.”
“Thank you, Dr. D. It will take a little practice, but I’ll work at it.”
Charlotte, North Carolina was a sleepy little town compared to Atlanta. The metroplex was about a fifth the size of Atlanta and it was economically more prosperous. And it appeared that no one even knew we were coming to town.
We arrived about three in the afternoon on Sunday and set up camp in a nice little RV park. We relaxed Monday morning and went to the university in the afternoon. It was our smallest venue on the tour and was still only half full. An appreciative audience but not enthusiastic. We pulled out early Tuesday morning and headed to Blacksburg, Virginia.
Now there was a reception!
We were conducted through the base to a small RV park on the campus. As soon as the bus was parked and we stepped off, Livy ran to my arms. What a treat to wrap my arms around that sexy hardbody.
“Mmm. Husband, do we have anything we need to do besides fuck each other this afternoon?” she whispered. “And my wives?” She broke away from me and caught Donna in a serious lip lock, followed by Cindy, Beca, Joan, Remas, and Em. Finally, she turned to Rachel. “Mmm. Lover, I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Are you off work now?” Rachel asked.
“One week, from the moment your bus entered the base.”
“Then get your cute little ass in the bus and get it naked,” Rachel said. “We’re going to take turns with you.”
“Oh, God! Yes!” Livy hopped on the bus, took a second to get oriented and rushed to the bedroom with her sports bra already dangling from one hand.
We didn’t just pass her from one lover to another all afternoon, but none of us saw a reason to let her dress until it was time to go to dinner. And with Livy naked, there wasn’t much chance I’d get soft, even when I wasn’t actively engaged with her. Joan saw my condition as I watched Beca munching Livy’s tasty center.
“Is this seat available?” she asked, stroking my cock. I looked up into her eyes as I leaned forward to lick her nipple. She shuddered and I could feel her lubricate as I stroked her pussy.
“I think it’s reserved for you,” I said. “Care to have a seat?”
Joan straddled the chair where I was sitting and pointed my cock into her wet channel as I captured a nipple and began to seriously suck. Joan got so turned on by nipple play, she could actually come from Beca or me sucking on them. But when the sucking was accompanied by having my cock in her juicy cunt, she lost control entirely. I held her to me as she bounced up and down on me, moaning and whining as she approached an orgasm. And having Joan’s pussy milking at my cock meant I wouldn’t be far behind her orgasm when I started shooting my juices into her.
When we’d both come, she started to pull away but I held her in place and touched my lips to hers.
“Stay with me filling you for a few minutes. Kiss me, lover. Share our connection.” She opened her lips to me and we kissed. The passion she shared with me was enough to keep me adequately stiff to stay inside her. We weren’t quite going to move into another round, but we were enjoying being connected.
Soft lips pressed against our faces and we turned enough to welcome Beca into our kiss. When the kiss ended, I was considerably harder in Joan’s twat.
“Remas is waiting for you, lover,” Beca whispered to Joan. “She said she wants to eat your fresh come-filled pussy. Better pinch those fat lips together so you don’t lose any while you walk across the bus.” They giggled and Joan lifted off my cock, quickly pinching her lips together to hold most of my come inside her as she waddled down the hall to the other bed. Beca dropped to her knees and began sucking on my cock, cleaning Joan’s and my mingled juices from it and making very sure I didn’t deflate.
“Mmm. I want to lick you, too, Bec.”
“Later. Livy has been complaining all afternoon that you haven’t fucked her butt. Now that you’re all nice and clean, it’s time to go get dirty.” I looked at the bed and Rachel was moving Livy to her knees while Donna spread her legs in front of Livy in invitation—an invitation Livy was quick to accept. With her face down between Donna’s legs and her ass waving in the air, I crawled up on the bed behind Livy where Rachel was lubing her asshole.
“One long slide,” Rachel whispered, running her greasy hand up and down my cock. She pointed it at Livy’s fluttering hole and I sank slowly in until my balls were against her pussy lips.
“Oh, yeah,” Livy sighed. “It’s been too long.” She began rocking forward and back, keeping her lips and tongue occupied in Donna’s pussy while my cock slid in and out of her. I let Livy set the pace, just as if we were running together. Her ass and legs were much stronger than they’d been a few months ago and she could contract her rectal muscles so tight she almost broke my cock. I was able to last until Livy had gotten Donna off and Rachel slid between her legs to assist Livy’s rise to a peak. When she peaked, so did I. Rachel barely rolled out from under her as Livy collapsed forward, driving me once again deep into her as I bounced off her butt.
We were on a National Service base and not in a public venue, so we were invited to dine in the mess hall. There were about 1,200 corps people on the base and their major job responsibility was elite sports training. Livy’s current best 5K was 15:10. That was scooting! Just under five minutes a mile. And she wasn’t even training for 5k. The time was for her 5k split on a 10k run.
“I suppose that after you destroyed my ass, you’ll want to run in the morning,” she giggled. “We have a training run at seven every morning.”
“You run 10k every day?” I asked.
“Most days. But we vary the paces and work on different things. We have some serious hills to run out here.”
“Well, I’d like to run but I don’t want to race. I’ve just been trying to keep fit while we’re on the road. Nan beat my butt before she left for DC. Besides, a run each morning is the best bet I have against the blues,” I said, dropping my voice.
“Stressed?” she said.
“Yeah. I guess you could say so. It’s showing up in weird ways. On concert days, I can hardly eat anything an hour or two before we go on. Atlanta was murder. I didn’t eat all day.”
“Then we’ll run the stress away in the morning,” she said. “If that doesn’t work, we’ll fuck again.”
Our concert at Blacksburg was at one in the afternoon. It wasn’t like people needed to get to a venue from work. This was strictly for National Service personnel. They had an auditorium big enough to seat everyone and had regular weekly assemblies there. This just moved their normal Friday assembly to Wednesday. We had no venue or security problems on base, so Rachel, Beca, and Joan left for Richmond to make sure we had a place to pull in when we got there around seven in the evening.
The base manager—the term commander had been dropped and they were working on replacing the word base with campus to give it a less military feel—gave a short address before he brought us on stage. He did his own spiel about the importance of service reform and how they were functioning within their current parameters to make the service fairer and a better experience for everyone. He joked that no one needed to be afraid anymore that if they didn’t make the cut as national athletes they’d be shipped off to the fields. There were other reasons to do that.
I cringed a little but the corps members on campus seemed to understand their manager’s sense of humor and laughed at the reference.
We did our full program, including Cindy and me giving our separate talks about what we were doing with the service. This was a crowd that was completely behind the concept and picked up the chant, “Recover the dream!” until we’d finally left the stage.
It was nearly four when we had everything loaded and Em pulled out of the campus toward our last stop in Richmond. Livy kept Em company in the passenger seat while Cindy, Remas, and I stripped and went to bed. Donna said she had paperwork to do and was in the dinette. The rumble of the diesel pusher and rocking of the bus had us asleep in minutes.
1 July 2022
I’m glad it’s over. Well, we still have to do the concert on the mall on the Fourth, but we’ll just be a little piece of that and not the whole focus. But the last stop of the tour was last night in Richmond. I guess it was successful. It’s begun to be difficult to tell based on the different sizes of venues and composition of the audiences. I’m trying to just let it slide and not worry about it.
I guess that’s good advice in general. I’m so tired lately that even when I go out to run, I know I’m not keeping a decent pace. I manage a shower and then sleep some more until we have to rehearse.
One good thing: After doing a tour like this, I doubt there is anything they can throw at us in basic that would be any more difficult than what we just went through. Knock on wood.
I need to figure out how to get a more positive attitude together before then. My wives are even noticing that I’m a little low energy when we’re making love. I was cuddled up to Donna the other day and she was completely ready for me. I started to mount her and realized I didn’t have a hard on! After kissing and petting Donna! Oh, she got me ready pretty quickly, but I’ve never had to even think about it before.
Desi, Brittany, Sophie, and Nanette came down for the concert last night, so bed was crowded and I didn’t get much sleep. I loved seeing them, though. My head’s been occupied with all the tour crap, but I really missed each of them.
I guess with everything else, I already miss home and Mom and Dad and the mundane things about school. That’s all gone now and I feel a little lost.
I feel the engine starting and the levelers being lifted. I think I’ll go up front and ride with my sister. Cindy, Remas, Livy, and Donna are riding with Rachel. The four from DC have Nanette’s car. I think Beca plans to keep Joan in bed all the way to DC.
It’s time to roll.
Fuck! What a monstrosity.
We made good time into DC and Em guided the bus down some pretty narrow streets until we reached our new home. I’m not saying Sophie and Nanette didn’t do a good job. I’d seen pictures of it and approved. Everyone had a vote in the process and we elected to buy this place. But fuck!
The place was three stories high, which was the only way you could possibly get that much square footage on a lot this size. It had six bedrooms and six and a half baths. It came in at close to 4,000 square feet. There was a basement that had a walkout onto the lot that sloped down toward an alley in back.
A former owner had fancied himself a rich playboy or something. He’d redone the top floor into a master suite complete with a bath that could accommodate our whole pod. The rest of the house was untouched when we bought it. In the past two weeks, Nan, Sophie, Desi, and Brittany had painted everything, got new kitchen appliances, cabinets, and counters, and re-covered all the floors. They’d replaced a few of the critical fixtures in the bathrooms. And they’d ordered furniture. I wondered what kind of a hit our bank account had taken to furnish this place. It was no college dormitory.
The women were excited, going through every room and discussing the pros and cons of each one. Each had a favorite and I could see them starting to move things in already. I supposed one of them would make room for me. I didn’t much care which space I got assigned. We tended to float around a bit anyway. Your bedroom was where the closet with your clothes was.
I still had my duffle bag and a guitar case in my hand as I wandered down the steep stairs from the kitchen to the basement. There was a surprise there. The walkout included a huge hot tub facing the windows onto the back yard. I moved the cover aside to stick my hand in and find the water was, indeed, hot. I put my duffle and my guitar case over by the wall, took the cover off the tub, and stripped.
The water felt incredible. This house was going to be okay.
“Don’t fall asleep and drown, lover,” Rachel said, laying a hand on my shoulder. A second later she slipped into the water next to me.
“Okay, manager,” I mumbled.
“Let’s leave that relationship in the office, Jacob,” she said. “I’m not even that happy having the role at the office.”
“You’re good at it, darling. I’ll always try to respect it,” I said. I rolled in the water slightly toward her. “But when you’re naked, all roles are meaningless. You are my soulmate. I love you.”
“It’s all I ever want to be.”
We held each other in the water, letting the jets move us around a bit while we maintained our balance and kissed.
“How are you doing, love? This was a stressful tour. And that comes from your lover. Your manager will probably ask tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I feel wrung out. Listless. A little depressed. Like I want to crawl in bed and not come out.”
“For the next seventeen days, you only have two things on your calendar.”
“Two?”
“The concert with the school on Monday on the Mall and your partner’s seventeenth birthday.”
“Oh, wow! We need to do something special. I don’t even know a good restaurant in town to take her out to,” I sighed.
“We have time and there are ten or eleven other spouses to help plan it.”
“What’s going to happen there?” I asked. “Is Remas with us or not?”
“She’s moving in with us. She’s not ready to put on the ring yet. I don’t blame her, do you? After she’s lived with us—been our lover—for a while, then she’ll be ready to commit. It will give us the experience of bringing another into the partnership, too.”
“Will we need that experience? This is a big house but I can’t see us adding more lovers infinitely. I can hardly keep track of the ones I have. I’m always afraid I’ve forgotten someone or neglected someone. And I love each of you. I can’t stand the idea that I might hurt one of you.”
“Don’t let that add to your stress level. We’re all grown up and are watching out for each other. And even though I’ve been over to the new training campus, I haven’t seen what the training program will be like.”
“Eight weeks.”
“No. That I do know. Unless a recruit is deemed in need of extensive physical training, basic at WABATU will only be four weeks. And NSO for people contracted to our team will be held right there. A lot of the training will be condensed since people who enter the program at WABATU are already expected to have a lot of the skills needed for their jobs.”
“WABATU?”
“Washington Basic Training Unit. People will already be chosen for their careers when they enter. It will be a lot different than what Livy and I went through.”
“I don’t want to think about it right now,” I said. I caught my lover’s lips and kissed her with growing passion.
“No sex in the hot tub,” Beca said as she slid into the water with us. In a minute all thirteen of us were in the huge tub.
“Really?” I said. “It seemed like it would be fun.”
“Certain bodily fluids and additives are deemed harmful to the filtration system,” Nanette said.
“Additives?”
“The instruction book said we should shower before using the tub and especially use soap and rinse to make sure we aren’t carrying excess oils and sunscreen into the system.”
“Did you guys have this added? If so, I love you even more. It’s wonderful.”
“The playboy owner had it installed,” Sophie said. “We had it serviced, cleaned, and refilled. We should have all had a shower before we got in.”
“Well, it’s too late for that on this go-round,” Brittany said. “Can we have sex in the big tub in the master suite?”
“As long as you don’t use the jets and drain and wipe it down afterward,” Sophie said. “But ladies, my loving wives, you’ll find out soon that submerging your pussy in water has a tendency to wash away needed lubricant. It might go in, but it won’t be long before it starts to rub you raw.”
“Well, it’s close to a bed,” Joan said. “I can make it from tub to bed.”
“Do we have to do anything tonight?” Cindy asked. “I’m so tired, I just want to go to bed.”
“I need to pry my body out of here and take the bus and trailer to the staging yard,” Em said. “Can I get a volunteer to follow me over and bring me home?”
“I’ll come with you,” Remas said. “I know where the place is and you can follow me in.”
“You’re a love.”
“I’ll ride along,” Desi said.
“Me, too,” Brittany chimed in. “I just want to be near my lovers who have been on tour for three weeks.”
“Nanette and I will take care of dinner tonight,” Sophie said. “We put in the groceries and planned a limited menu for the weekend. We can go out and buy more food this weekend.”
“My beloved wives,” I said, “in case I’m too spaced to let you each know later, I love you. You are what makes life worth living. I love you.”
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