Double Team
Chapter 224
“But what about your enemies? What about the villains? What do we do with those?”
—Dean F. Wilson, Coilhunter
A VERY ANGRY CONGRESS met in session on Monday. The news media referred to the bombing of the Baltimore Convention Center as a mass assassination attempt against political rivals, but no one had been able to pin the blame on any individual or group. No one had stepped forward to claim credit. In both houses, fiery speeches were given condemning the anti-reform members while just as many on that side of the aisle gave speeches condemning the action and declaring they would never consider such a move.
The new service reform bills were moved and for a while, it looked like they might pass without debate. Floor rules, however, dictate exactly how a bill must be presented and everyone had to be given time to read the new legislation. I wanted to read it myself and experience said that would take a while.
“Jacob, you are in the news,” Amanda said softly. I sighed.
“Let’s see,” I said.
“Reformist founder and Chairman Emeritus Jacob Hopkins donned the garb of the National Service elite search and rescue squadron at the Baltimore Convention Center Friday night to direct rescue efforts as fire and smoke blocked all main exits,” Desi read over my shoulder. “Taking command of both the highly trained squad and local first responders, Hopkins had every evacuee registered and used the Reformist website to post the names of all evacuees to be sure no one was listed as missing. Once a part of the SSR before transferring to the politically active National Service Deputation team, Hopkins showed the easy exercise of authority and control for which he has become known.”
“Holy shit, Jacob. I didn’t know you were in command of everything there,” Sophie exclaimed. “Was God there with you?”
“Really,” I sighed. “We don’t need this kind of hype.”
“Oh, it’s not over,” Donna said, picking up the tablet from Desi and continuing the reading. “Spurred by the decisive action on Friday, Hopkins’ congress presented bills in both houses to reform the National Service. In the wake of Friday’s attack, these bills seem certain to pass with only moderate debate and amendment.”
“Hopkins’ congress? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“You’re a savior,” Beca said.
“Yeah. Well, in case you aren’t up on the Bible, saviors are the ones who get crucified.”
“You are a savior as far as my father is concerned,” Remas said. “He has called three times to make sure I’ve shown you proper appreciation for rescuing him from the Center.”
“I hope you’ve told him I wasn’t in charge of the rescue and was only taking names of people.”
“No. I told him you were recovering from the last fucking I gave you so that I could thank you again.”
“Remas!” My wives exploded in laughter. I wasn’t sure I could see as much humor in the situation as they could.
“I’m surprised the news media haven’t been camped outside the house,” Brittany said. “Don’t the vultures usually descend on the body by this time?”
“Both our security and the secret service next door have convinced any wandering reporters to wander elsewhere,” Nanette said. “I met Shana yesterday and they said the media has been very responsive to their threats. Poor Abigail retired to the White House yesterday since her residence location is now known publicly. Shana and Rob are staying at the house to make sure it is secure.”
“Jo sent out a press release indicating you were on assignment for the deputation team to work with the new teams in training this month and would not be available in town. She declined to say where you’d be working,” Rachel said.
“Aren’t I supposed to start working with them at the school this week?” I asked.
“Yes, but there’s talk of moving that up to Tanglewood. Jo is working with Dr. Donahue to determine if resources can be made available for training there,” Rachel said.
“What’s their current status?”
“They’re at WABATU for basic, but they can move at any time. At this stage, basic is only slated for four weeks and overlaps with NSO training, which is where you come in. They’re currently in their second week.”
“Well, Tanglewood is pretty and isolated. There are worse places to spend your training time as a musician,” I said. I was looking forward to getting out of town and disappearing for a while.
“For this week, Dr. D has directed that you stay put and do your study and practice here at the house. It won’t do to have you seen out and about this week if we’re planting a story that you are out of town,” Sophie said.
“House arrest. Shit.”
“Jacob, honey, you’ve done some good things. The stories will shake out soon. The PR team is working on an accurate timeline and explanation for your presence as well as the quick response by the SSR,” Beca said. “Play along and we’ll have it all sorted out soon. Things will get back to normal.”
“Didn’t we go through Normal, Illinois on our way to Champaign?” I asked. “Not that certain I want to go back there.”
It wasn’t that bad. In fact, staying in the house let me accomplish a lot, except run. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t get out for a run but being spotted around Rock Creek Park wouldn’t be good. Lyle came up with an alternative and Tuesday morning Nanette and I got in his car, pulled around back through the alley, and drove forty miles south on I-95 to Prince William Forest Park. Great trails to run on through a varied terrain.
I was a little nervous about being so close to Quantico Marine Base, but Lyle assured me the Marines had no interest in us at all. The branch had developed a strict hands-off policy when it came to the National Service. They were warriors, not civilian babysitters, as Lyle put it.
We made the trip out there every day and Wednesday, I got Lyle and Nan to agree to a full twenty miles.
Then I went back to the house and did my schoolwork.
I was beginning to really see the sense in arranging instead of just transcribing notes from a piece for one instrument to make it suitable for another. I was learning about the different voices of Cindy’s flutes and which tone would be best suited for a particular piece of music. And in the evening, she would indulgently play what I’d arranged and make suggestions on how to improve it.
The family was living peacefully. The media seemed to have no interest in what anyone else was doing, so as long as I stayed out of sight, they left us alone. Rachel had put in for some time off and was leaving Thursday morning to join Livy for a competition in Houston. Livy would be competing in the first round of time trials for the IAAF Summer Games. If she qualified, she’d join Team USA for the international tour this summer and that was a step toward the Olympics.
But Thursday, I was back in the house after our run by ten. After our showers, Nanette took off to do some volunteer work at a clinic and I was getting ready for some sex. There was no other way to put it. Dana had been in touch and we set Thursday as our day to just bang to our hearts’ content. The whole family knew, of course, and the house was scheduled to be empty all afternoon, though several women had offered to come home early if I needed help.
The truth was, having worked as part of the team during the disaster Friday, we’d felt a strong connection arise. It was an intense day and left us feeling like we needed to bring it to fulfillment.
I got a text message from her at a quarter till noon telling me to come downstairs and let her in the hot tub door. We’d agreed that she would avoid an entrance where she could be easily seen and identified by the media. I didn’t think anyone was watching the house, but it added a frisson of excitement to our meeting.
At first, the girl at the patio door didn’t look at all like Dana. She was dressed in blue jeans and a baggy sweatshirt with her hair stuffed up under a baseball cap. I couldn’t remember ever seeing Dana dressed in anything but the standard green jumpsuit of the SSR. I unlocked the door and pulled her inside. She came straight to my arms for a deep kiss but pushed away after just a minute.
“We have a problem,” she whispered. “Or you do, anyway.”
“What?” I asked. The only problem I had was trying to press through the fabric of my jeans.
“The boss.” Everything stopped. The man who’d trained the team last summer had disappeared the moment SSR made its first appearance after the hurricane in Galveston. To my knowledge, all attempts to identify him had failed.
“You heard from him?”
“I saw him, ten minutes ago. I made a couple of circuits around the neighborhood before I snuck in the back yard. He was doing a grounds check next door and went inside when he was finished.”
“Next door? That’s Abby’s house. The people there are Secret Service!”
“Then maybe the problem is deeper than you thought.”
Well, fuck! I had to think about this. I already had my phone in hand and was ready to dial Ron Starling. But his words from just a few months ago still echoed in the back of my mind. Don’t trust anyone. That suddenly included Ron. If the boss was a member of the Secret Service and was assigned to guard Abby, that put him directly in the President’s line of command. Had the service been keeping information about him, knowing he was part of the President’s team? Had the President herself arranged to have me kidnapped? It didn’t make sense.
I started to collapse on the floor but Dana supported me and we went up to the master suite on the third floor.
“It looks like he’s just watching,” Dana said. “I don’t think he’s preparing a home invasion.”
“Yeah. But what does it mean?” I asked. “Why is he here and what is he waiting for?”
“As far as I’m concerned, it means we should make the most of our time together this afternoon, Jake. Don’t you think?”
She had a point. If the boss was part of Abby’s security team, he’d been there for nearly two weeks already. I’d automatically locked the door and reset the alarm when I let Dana in. Right now, there was no reason not to enjoy our afternoon the way we intended. And that was naked.
Dana’s body had changed over the past few months—with no harm done. When we first got together in that cabin in the mountains, our efforts at satisfying each other were muted so as not to disturb our cabinmates. We were both strong and fit, but nowhere near as muscularly developed as we were now. I’d always—since the accident—had good leg strength and development and had decent chest development. But during training, I’d developed far more in the shoulders and arms, building upper body strength. Dana had been athletic with little body fat, but she, too, muscled out during our training and had continued to do so since. Her legs and butt were thicker and harder. Her waist was still impossibly narrow. Her perfect half-orb breasts sat on a broad chest that supported them almost without movement. Her hair, chopped off during our first week of training, was now short curls all over her head rather than the full-on Afro she sported when we met.
Undressing her served to take my mind off the presence of the boss next door. I’d clear my mind first and then deal with that dilemma.
Dana’s pubic hair was unshaved and untamed. I had no difficulty, however, parting the foliage to tongue the succulent fruits it hid. Her clit was nearly hidden in the deep folds of her inner labia but the bright wet pink center of her opening was a beacon that guided both my eyes and my fingers.
And she was far more vocal here in the privacy of my room than she’d ever been in the cabin or on the bus.
“Jake, your tongue is wonderful but I need your cock. Come here and fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard and long.” I slid into her channel and began pumping but that wasn’t enough. Dana used her muscles to flip us over and land back on top of me sliding down my cock until my balls were wet from her juices. Above me, I could see her round ass bouncing up and down on me in the mirror. Every muscle in her back and butt flexed and relaxed as she drove us both toward our climax. And when it hit, I arched my back, getting the last millimeter of my meat inside her as I pumped my seed.
I’d grown quite fond of Dana, as if that wasn’t obvious from our time in the cabin, and exonerating her from being a party to the attempted discreditation had made that okay. She was not the cuddle and love type of girl, though. When we caught our breath briefly, she was down sucking my cock to full erection again and then on all fours asking for me to pound her from behind. The flare of her hips from that tiny waist made a perfect handhold and I was back in her to the hilt and bouncing off her bubble butt again in no time.
It took longer this time, but the visual stimulation of watching her ass bounce against my pelvis as I pounded her panty hamster was enough to drive me to an animalistic conclusion as I emptied myself into her and she howled.
Sated for the moment, Dana rolled onto her back and was soon asleep, those perfect round titties pointing straight up at their reflection in the mirror.
“Are you saying we can never trust anyone, Jacob?” Joan asked me. She sat on my lap at the table and kissed my ear. “I don’t know if I can live my life that way.” I looked around at my wives and could see different degrees of concern and sadness. When they got home, Desi had come to wake me and succumbed to the temptation of Dana’s thighs. She was still up in the bedroom as I sat with the others. Rachel and Livy, of course, were now in Houston.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “Everything in me screams out betrayal, but I can’t think of any way that what happened in the mountains could have benefited the President. And that’s even scarier. How does someone in the secret service pull off eight or ten weeks of covert work without raising alarms? And if no alarms were raised, who in the secret service was working with the General Director to arrange things?”
“Call Abby,” Beca said. “Put it straight to her. She’s not dumb by any stretch of the imagination. I’d bet she knows a lot more about what’s going on than she lets on.”
“Is she still at the White House?” I asked.
“She said she’d be back next door tomorrow when I saw her at the office,” Beca said.
I sent a text to her asking if she could talk. My phone rang a few seconds later.
“White House Maid Service,” she said when I answered the call. “Do you need clean sheets again?”
“Is there a limit to the number of changes I can get in a day? I have twelve wives, you know,” I said.
“You are so gross. What’s up?”
“How well do you know your new security detail?” I asked.
“Only met them for the first time last week. They get a cushy start to their babysitting job. Shana meets me at the office each day and sits in the breakroom until the car comes to deliver me back to the White House. Rob has done nothing but sit on his butt all week making sure no one comes poking around the house.”
“So you don’t really know them?”
“No. They’ve been vetted by the Secret Service. We get introduced, I get lectured on making sure they know where I am at any given time, and I try to ignore them from then on. What’s up? Have they been snooping around?” she asked. I sighed.
“It appears that Rob is the boss who was in charge of the SSR training camp,” I said. “The one in charge of making sure I didn’t work for the deputation team.”
“Those bastards,” Abby breathed. “You’re sure?”
“Dana spotted him when she came over today. She’d know him as well as anyone.”
“Mother knew information from inside the White House was being leaked by someone,” Abby said. “No one ever looks to the Secret Service. They are vetted and supposed to be beyond reproach. These are the guys who’ll take a bullet for the President. I can’t believe it.”
“Is it safe for me to notify Ron Starling?” I asked.
“I’d say so. He functions a level or two removed from the politics. I’ll talk to Mother and see what her advice is.” Abigail paused and I thought for a moment she’d hung up. “Jacob, I can say confidently that the administration had nothing to do with your kidnapping in July. And if I ever find out otherwise, I will denounce it publicly, Mother or no. Your service—and I know I speak for the President—is highly valuable and necessary to government reform. I’ll do anything in my power to see that you are protected.”
“That’s a complication I didn’t foresee,” Ron said when I’d explained the situation. “Damn it.”
“What should we do, Ron? I can’t think the guy is there by accident.”
“No. I agree. We need to get you out of there.”
“Can’t you arrest him?”
“That’s a little tricky. It isn’t always clear what branch can arrest someone else—especially someone in a different branch. And National Service Security is about the lowest authority we can get on this. Arresting a Secret Service agent will require at least FBI involvement if not a Deputy Federal Marshal. We’ll need to work through channels on this.”
“You arrested the General Director,” I complained.
“We could take him into custody because he was in our organization. Even that has proven to be a mass of red tape trying to get a hearing.” He hemmed a bit and then came back on the line. “You’re scheduled to be at Tanglewood all next week. How about a few extra days in the Berkshires?”
“How soon?”
“Can you be ready to leave in two hours?”
I looked around at my family, all listening in on my speaker phone. Desi and Dana had joined the group. They all nodded.
“We’ll be ready. I don’t like being driven out of our home like this, Ron.”
“I don’t like it either, Jacob. I just want to keep you safe until we can get a handle on this. I’ll have your bus there in two hours with a security detail. I’m asking Dana to stick with you until you are safely aboard. Lamar and Leah are on patrol. We’ll keep you safe.”
I never thought my National Service would require someone to keep me safe. Shit.
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