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Quaranteam: SE - Team Davies Ch. 14 (Beta)
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 10:01:00 +0000 UTCQuaranteam: Southeast – Team Davies
By 2charlie
The Quaranteam Universe is the creation of CorruptingPower, used with permission.
This is a Beta version, and may undergo changes before final publication.
Chapter 14
All Characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.
*** Gainesville, FL – 1530, Thursday, August 20, 2020***
The knock at Miles’ office door brought him out of his reverie. “Enter”, he responded.
The door opened and Captain Chandini Ira Swami entered, closing the door behind her before approaching Miles and taking a seat. “Good afternoon, Captain.”
“Good afternoon, Captain,” Miles answered with a grin.
A bright smile broke through her normally stoic, dusky visage as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Would you care to tell me why you so urgently needed my advice?” she inquired.
Miles regarded the woman before him for a moment and realized he knew very little about her. With whom was she partnered? Whatever team she was on, she definitely added a touch of the exotic with her dark skin tone, glossy black hair, and invitingly deep eyes.
Miles blinked, shaking off the distraction, and focused on the matter at hand. “Two items, actually. First, I need legal advice on how to handle a conflict of interest.”
The junior officer’s smile immediately faded, and she became all business. Leaning forward in her chair, she brought up a pen and pad, ready to take notes. “Very well,” she began, “let’s start with the big picture, and then we can get down to the brass tacks.”
“Okay,” Miles began, “so you know that I have been engaged in discussions with various suppliers regarding their potential contributions to Operation Endure, specifically with respect to the manufacture of the modular housing elements.”
“I am aware, yes, although I don’t have details concerning which vendors you’ve been holding discussions with,” she admitted.
Concerned at her choice of words, Miles asked her, “Should I start including legal counsel on these calls?”
“Not until you get down to the contract negotiations,” Chandani suggested.
“Okay, well then, back to the issue,” he continued, “I’ve hit an interesting, and perhaps complicating, roadblock in my discussions with Box. They have an innovative way of constructing adaptable housing that I want to leverage for the new Team homes. I was in discussions with them about establishing a construction and assembly facility here in Alachua County, but they’re being coy about the risks. They are suggesting that they create a subsidiary company specifically designated to support this market region with our stringent requirements related to hurricane resilience, but they are skittish about what they perceive as the level of risk. As such, they are asking for a partner/investor to help offset those risks. They have pretty much suggested that since this is my brainchild, I ought to put my money where my mouth is.”
“I see,” she affirmed, “so, you’re concerned about the DoD Standards of Conduct with respect to Conflicts of Interest, specifically the part about your duties as the Operational Leader of Endure putting you into a position to financially benefit from decisions you make regarding supplier selection or similar contractual negotiations.”
“That pretty much sums it up, yes,” Miles confirmed.
“First question: are you in a position to make a significant financial contribution to this… partnership?” she asked, looking at him oddly.
“I’d assumed you or someone on the General’s staff already vetted me,” Miles answered. “But, if you’re not aware of the particulars, I live day to day off of my salary – until recently, as a state employee, with my reserves pay – now, my active duty pay only. But, my living trust and a nested LLC manages a pretty hefty portfolio of stocks which could finance the whole endeavor, if I borrowed against those assets.”
Chandani blinked at him slowly. “You’re a fucking millionaire?” she asked him incredulously.
Miles just shrugged unapologetically. “I made some good investments with my original commissioning and nuclear qualification bonuses. Plus, I received a pretty sizeable inheritance from my mother. They’ve grown.”
“Okay, so it seems I may need to do a deep dive into your finances just to achieve the correct situational awareness – nothing thus far will cause you problems,” she clarified, “but I definitely want to make sure this gets properly documented just in case someone has a funny hair up their ass down the road.”
She scribbled furiously on her notebook for a moment before asking him, “Rough estimate, what’s the value of your portfolio?” she asked, pausing to look him in the eye.
Miles shifted slightly in his seat, mildly embarrassed at being put on the spot, then replied, “The last update I received put it somewhere north of $35 million.”
Chandani stared at him for a moment, considering the ramifications of his admission. “Fuck, Captain, that could be an issue…”
“I’ve not concealed anything, and it’s not like I’m running a business that’s producing those profits,” he protested. “Each year, I have to disclose these numbers as part of my state and DoD compliance packages, ensuring I’m not in a conflicted position. So, this shouldn’t be an issue. What WILL be a problem, unless we can figure out a way around normal regulations, is my part-ownership of a supplier of the next-generation housing for Americans living in the Southeast.”
Chandani looked at him with obvious annoyance. “I think you like making my life difficult. Sir.”
Miles chuckled, adding, “Yours and mine too, it seems. So, what options do I have? Or is it a flat no-go?”
“Normally, this would go over like a fart in church,” she remarked, “but we live in strange times, Captain. Let me do some digging and run this past a few solid resources to seek their guidance – on the DL, of course.” She paused for a moment as she contemplated the situation a bit more. “It’s probably wise for you to look into alternatives, as this will be a stretch, if allowed at all.
“Sounds like a plan, Captain. I’ll try to hold Box at bay until Monday to give you some time, and I’ll reach out to Factory Expo just in case we need to shift to Plan B. Thank you,” Miles smiled as he started to stand.
“You said you wanted to see me for two items,” she reminded him.
Snapping his fingers, he sat back down and reached for a folded piece of paper on the left side of his desk. “Right, I almost forgot.” Handing the folded-up flyer to the JAG officer, he informed her, “This item was brought to my attention this morning. I’ve no idea what’s at the far end of that QR Code – I don’t usually like to scan random shit with my personal devices. I was hoping you might know of someone with a background in digital forensics who could determine whether this is a problematic link. Separate from that, we need to assess what level of concern this flyer’s existence represents. Do we have a problem, and should I communicate it to the Mayor?”
Examining the flyer for a moment, she nodded. “I’ve got someone next door who can check on the QR code, and then we can see where it leads. Good thinking on your part getting this to me right away. It could just be a little unrest…”
“Or we could have a new wrinkle to factor into our plans,” he finished for her.
Gathering her notes, Chandini stood and nodded at Miles. “I’ll be in touch soon, Captain.”
Rising from his desk to see her to the door, he added, “How about this – whenever we’re in my office, we drop decorum and go with first names. This captain-captain shit is a bit much, don’t you think?” he suggested with a wry grin.
“Fair enough, Miles,” she agreed, flashing that winning smile again. “You’ll be hearing from me soon.”
“Thank you, Chandini,” he smiled in return.
Not two minutes after the JAG Officer left, there was a knock at Miles’ office door.
“Enter,” he called out, looking up from his monitor.
The door opened and Jansen stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. He almost didn’t hear the quiet click as the door’s lock was engaged.
"Don't worry,” she assured him in a quiet voice with a sly grin, “I told Clyburn to clear your schedule for the next 30 minutes, and asked her to do a coffee run for the rest of the crew.”
Debra sashayed over to Miles’ desk, lifting her uniform top to undo the belt and fasteners on her trousers as she approached him.
Deciding this wasn’t a fight he wanted to pick, Miles stood up and began to unbuckle his belt and trousers as well, lowering them to his knees as Debra bent over the corner of his desk, presenting her marvelous backside to him as she watched him silently over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised as she bit her lower lip.
Miles reached down to run his fingers through her furrow, finding that she was already drenched, and then he shrugged mentally and stepped up behind her, sheathing himself into her sodden sleeve in one smooth stroke.
Debra exhaled, but otherwise kept as quiet as she could, only occasionally allowing a small moan to escape her lips. Miles struggled to avoid making clapping noises when his groin met her ass as he began thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. The clenching and releasing that Debra was doing with her vaginal muscles was pushing Miles quickly toward his release.
In a relatively short amount of time, Deb’s breathing quickened, until she suddenly held her breath as she clenched up, quivering silently as she rode out her orgasm. As her pussy gripped his shaft with remarkable strength, Miles relented and allowed himself to enjoy his orgasm, flooding her from behind with jet after explosive jet of his cum, causing his partner to spasm even more, forcing a small squeal of joy to escape her.
As soon as she recovered, Debra reached across his desk and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his desk, hurrying to stem the flow of their juices from leaking down onto her uniform. Tucking the wad of tissues into her crotch, she quickly ducked into Miles’ private restroom for a moment, then returned swiftly, having cleaned herself and straightened her uniform. Stepping up to Miles, she turned and dropped to her knees, licking his cock clean of their juices – and receiving a bonus serum-induced orgasm in the process – before standing up to wipe her face with a tissue. As Miles was buckling his belt, she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, whispering into his ear, “Thank you, dear. I needed that!” before she left his office, returning to whatever she was working on.
Shaking his head, not sure he hadn’t imagined what just happened, Miles stepped into his adjoining restroom to clean up a bit more thoroughly. When everything was in order, he stepped back into his office, sprayed a can of deodorizer around in an attempt to mask the scent of sex, and then returned to his desk, feeling better than before.
***Gainesville, FL, 2000, Thursday, August 20, 2020***
The sun was setting along the southwestern horizon, and the dens and their families, all participants in the quaranteam program, gathered their camp chairs closer to the bonfire. Miles had invited the local acting Fire Marshal to come inspect the bonfire, as well as to bless the group activity. Once the Fire Marshal was satisfied that all appropriate precautions had been taken, Miles suggested she stop over at the food pavilion for some complimentary food and drink.
During set up, all the women of Team Davies pitched in to set up the tables and pop-up canopy as a food pavilion. Jan and Penny spent time earlier in the day preparing a scout-worthy dinner consisting of hot dogs, bags of chips, and beverages – ice chests filled with soft drinks for the adults and Gatorade for the scouts.
Miles led the Pack through the regular part of the program with the theme for this month being Cheerful. To help with the theme, the Bear Den entertained the Pack with a Say-as-I-Say, Do-as-I-Do exercise, leaving those gathered in stitches due to its silliness. Then came the Cubmaster’s segment, where Miles recognized the achievements of each of the Dens over the Summer.
As soon as the recognition ceremony was finished, Miles announced the group activity and called for each of the dens to take their places around the fire. He’d already distributed the supplies for the exercise to the den leaders before the start of the Pack Meeting, so as soon as the scouts were gathered into their groups, Miles explained the exercise.
“Each of you has been given a kit that contains, among other things, a paper bag,” Miles began, making eye contact with as many of the cubs as he could. Holding up a paper bag in one hand, he held up a marker in the other hand and continued to explain, “You should also have a marker. I want each of you to write on the bag the name of someone important to you, someone you lost during the pandemic.” As an example, he took his bag and wrote Marcus across his bag in big letters for all to see.
The Cub Scouts quickly did as instructed and wrote names on their paper bags. When most finished, he continued, holding up the bag to demonstrate the next part. “Now, unfold your bag and open it up – look for the candle holders and place your tea candles into the holders – careful now, so you don’t tear the bags.”
The Den Leaders circulated among the Cubs, helping those who were struggling to get their sky lanterns assembled correctly.
As he waited for all of the dens to finish their preparations, he called out to the families sitting behind their scouts, “If anyone from the families would like to send up a memorial sky lantern with us, there are about twenty extra kits up here. Come on up, and I’ll provide you with a kit.”
Several of the attending Team members stepped up – some Miles recognized, others were new faces. Passing out the kits, he got down to only a few left before his Den Leaders informed him that all was ready. Their timing was excellent, as the sky darkened nicely following the sunset, and the activity would be so much better as a result.
“Okay,” he called out to the Pack, “for this next step, each Cub Scout will need the help of their Den Leader. For our participating family members, I have some extra lighters up here, so come grab one.” Pausing while the adults quickly came up and grabbed the lighters, he waited until they’d returned to their areas before continuing. “Now, one at a time, your Den Leader will help you send your sky lantern aloft by lighting your tea candles. Don’t toss the lanterns – just hold them out in front of you, and the heat from the candles will lift them gently away from you. As the sky lanterns take flight, make sure you say goodbye to the person whose name you wrote on your bag.”
Again, teaching by example, Miles carefully lit the tea lanterns seated in their little holders in his sky lantern, then held it in front of him. As the lantern began to lift up into the air, he silently bade his son farewell, telling him again how much he loved and missed him.
Soon, the sky around Miles’ house began to fill with the little lanterns, and looking around, he could see every face held a mixture of joy and sadness, cheeks streaked with tears, but smiling nonetheless. He felt a palpable weight lift from the group as they silently watched the lanterns rise into the night sky and drift away to the northeast with the breeze.
When the last sky lantern had gently taken flight, Miles called over his Den Leaders. “I’m going to go try to recruit some additional adults to backfill our open roles, on the Committee as well as the Den Leader and Assistant Cubmaster roles. Can you keep the Cubs busy around the fire for about twenty minutes, please? After that, have them police the area and then send them over to the pavilion for cookies.”
With the Den Leaders taking over the fire watch, as well as keeping the cubs busy, Miles walked over to where the other adults were gathered and invited them to come over to the far side of the pavilion for a quick discussion. “Bring your chairs – no reason we can’t be comfortable,” he told them over his shoulder as he turned to walk past the pavilion.
Once the other adults joined him – a bit more than two dozen – he turned to them and waited for everyone to be seated again before he lifted his voice to address them. “So, I know a few of you, but many I’m meeting for the first time. Welcome to our Pack Meeting. I’m Miles Davies, the Cubmaster and Den Leader for Den Four, our Arrow of Light Scouts. For those of you new to scouting, let me get you up to speed on a few basics.” Miles paused to make sure everyone was listening; surprisingly, they were. “The Cub Scout program is designed to help acclimate younger children to the aspects of the scouting program, while still providing them adult guidance and leadership. The Den Leaders, along with a few other adult Scouters, serve as the leaders, teachers, and guides for the scouts from about Age 6 until about Age 11. Hang on – I’ve got a way to visually represent what I want to discuss.”
Miles reached into a thigh pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a long roll of receipt tape. Pointing to a woman who appeared to be in her late 20s, he asked her if she’d step up and help him out. As soon as she’d stepped up next to him, he handed her one end of the roll of receipt paper and asked her to hold it tightly, about head-high. As soon as she nodded, Miles began to unroll the receipt paper while stepping away from the young woman. As the tape unrolled, the gathered adults could see that he’d written large numbers on the paper, with the largest number – 100 – right next to the woman lending him a hand. As Miles finished unrolling the paper, they could see that it was numbered in steps of 10 until it got down to 20, then it was marked at 18, 11, and 6.
Holding the paper up in front of the audience, he waited for a moment before he resumed speaking. “I hold this paper before you tonight as an example of your scouts’ lifespans,” he articulated clearly and dramatically. “There are those of you whose child will live to 100, if not older, barring any unfortunate occurrences. That is the far end of this paper. If things stay as they are, your child will work until they are 70 years old,” he elaborated, then turned to his assistant and asked her to tear the paper at 70 and discard the rest. Turning back to the audience, he continued, “Many of them will go on to college, perhaps even grad school,” he paused again, nodding to his assistant to come over and tear the paper at 25 and discard the rest, before continuing once more. “Your scout, if they continue that long in the program, will age out at 18,” he once again nodded at the assistant, who by now understood what he wanted her to do. When she’d torn away the paper down to where it was marked at 18, Miles thanked her for her assistance and took hold of both ends, asking her to return to her seat. Turning back to the crowd, he continued his pitch. “Most experts believe that children stop listening to their parents and are more influenced by peers or teachers after age 13.” Once again, he tore away the paper past 13 and discarded it, holding up about 10 inches of paper. “The Cub Scout program begins at age 6,” he mentioned as he tore away the other end now, up to the place where it was marked with the number 6, leaving him with about 8 inches of paper – almost too little to see. “And the Cub Scouts bridge over to the Scouting program at age 11,” he paused to tear away an inch or so at the other end before continuing, “leaving us with only 5 years in which we can help shape the character of these young boys and girls. Only. Five. Years.” He paused to let that settle in. “Less for most of the Scouts here tonight.” He paused again.
Looking around, he could see that everyone was watching him in quiet anticipation, not sure where he was going. The hook was set – time to reel them in. “I can’t help but wonder, how many of you are willing to give me an hour or two each week to help me in this task?” he murmured in a low voice, so that they strained to hear him. “How many of you are willing to give a little of your time to help influence the type of person your scout, as well as these other scouts, grows up to be?”
Waiting until he saw them shift restlessly, he landed them. “I need some volunteers. And I need them to step forward tonight. Anytime someone says I need help, most people are willing to sit on their hands and wait for someone else to step up. Well, that rarely works, and, these days, there is no one else. Instead, I’m here to ask for volunteers, and failing that, I will voluntell you how you can help. Let’s start with folks willing to do some light work – I need three people to volunteer to help out with the Committee. That’s the pack management team who handles administrative tasks – calls for maybe an hour a week, at most, and doesn’t involve working directly with the kids. It’s a great option for those who are administratively gifted. Three volunteers. Please step up here.”
About then, Jan came over to listen in, carrying a stack of forms in her hand as well as a notebook. They both eyed the crowd expectantly.
After a brief wait, three different adults, all women, stepped up to volunteer. “Thank you, ladies. Please step over there next to Jan, our Committee Chair – Jan, please wave – thank you!” The women stepped over next to Jan, and Miles continued. “Okay, now, we are running five Dens, and we need Assistant Den Leaders to act as the backup to the existing Den Leaders. The Den Leaders work directly with the different age groups of Cub Scouts and basically run their activities throughout meetings two to three times a month. So, I need five more volunteers.” He looked around, but no one moved at first.
Accustomed to this being more difficult, he adjusted to a slightly different approach. “Who here has a scout in the Tiger Den? That’s Den 2,” he asked, then waited for a moment. Two folks raised their hands, and he pointed to them, “Which of you wants to be the Assistant Den Leader to Mrs. McMasters? You can pick, do Rock, Paper, Scissors, or I’ll pick.” The young women looked at each other, then one stood up, and the other nodded as she stepped up to Miles.
“Excellent!” he cheered. “One down! Now, who here has a scout in Den 1, the Wolf Den?” The woman who’d raised her hand before raised her hand again and looked around, seeing no one else raised their hand. Sighing, she stood and stepped up by Miles.
“Fantastic! You’ll be assisting Antonia Richards. Two down!” Circling back to the crowd, he asked, “Who here has a scout in Den 6, the Bear Den?” Again, two hands shot up, one a male, the other a female, and this time they did a quick round of rock-paper-scissors before the young man stood up and joined the other assistants.
“Three down, two to go!” Miles cheered, pumping his fist in the air before he turned to the crowd once more. “Okay, you all know the drill, so let’s speed this along. Anyone here have a scout in Den 5, the Webelos Den?” Two hands rose up, and Miles picked one and they rose to join him. “Last ask – Den 4, the Arrow of Light Den?” Two more hands rose, and Miles picked the first one. The woman stood and joined him.
“Excellent! Now, the rest of you, please understand that there may be times when we need additional volunteers, so don’t worry! You’ll have more opportunities to help out! But for tonight, I’m done with you folks still in your seats.” They all laughed, and then those who hadn’t volunteered began to pack up their chairs and go seek out their Cubs.
Turning to the new volunteers, Miles bade them to gather around for a moment. “Okay, first, let me thank you for stepping up. The Cub Scout program relies heavily on adults, and it’s only as good as the volunteers who help it out.” He gave them a round of applause before continuing, “I’m going to ask each of you to sign up on this roster I have behind me,” and like a stage magician, Miles pulled out a clipboard he’d stashed behind the pavilion earlier. “Please make sure you tell me the Den you’re going to help with, then give me your name, email address, and cell number. Once you’re done with that, I’ll give you an application form I will need you to complete and turn in to your Den Leaders by your next Den Meeting. Don’t worry about fees – those are covered for our Adult Scouters. Now, any quick questions?”
Several of the new volunteers started to ask him questions, and Miles held up his hands until they quieted down. “I promise, this isn’t my first rodeo. How about this – once I have your contact information, you can go get your scouts and call it a night. I have a standard ‘Welcome to Scouting’ email I will send out with a ton of information on it, as well as helpful URLs to our Pack Website. I’ll also be sending you invites to our private Facebook page, and to Scoutbook. Don’t worry – I know these might all sound strange right now, but once you read through my welcome package, you’ll be much better informed. I plan to host an adult leadership meeting in a few weeks, where I will lead some live training, beginning with everyone’s favorite, our Youth Protection Training. All adult Scouters are required to take YPT once every two years to be a leader. I promise I will put you all in a position to succeed, and it won’t hurt a bit. So, for now, make sure you’ve given me your info on that signup sheet, take an application, and be safe until we meet again. Good night!”
The gathered volunteers made their closing remarks, gathered up their camp chairs, and went off to find their scouts. Miles watched silently as the gathered Teams loaded up their vehicles and departed, relieved that the meeting had gone well.
Jan walked up to Miles and gave him a tight hug. “I don’t know how you do that,” she sighed. “You manage to get folks to volunteer with that spiel every year, without fail. And where do you get that much energy? Jesus, Miles, I’m worn out just from watching you!”
Miles shook his head and chuckled. “Believe it or not, I got the idea for that recruiting pitch from another Troop’s website back when I first took over as Cubmaster,” he admitted. “It hasn’t failed me yet.”
Together, they went over to check on the food pavilion and help the other girls with the cleanup. Once that was mostly done, Miles went over to dismantle the fire. The wood he’d stacked up was mostly burned down to embers, so he used his shovel to break apart the logs into smaller pieces, then separated them from one another, turning them over and shoveling sand over them to smother them, removing one side of the fire triangle. After he’d dispersed the fuel and covered the logs, he turned the sand in the fire pit several times with the shovel, looking for any signs of glowing embers and burying them.
Once he’d gotten the embers all out, he walked over to the beverage coolers and combined the remaining drinks into one chest while moving the ice and water into the other. Taking the chest with ice and water back to the fire pit, he upended the chest carefully and spread the ice and water over the ash heap, observing where hot spots remained and attempting to douse them where he could. He knew there was still too much heat remaining to completely put it out with the contents of the chest, but it would shorten the amount of time he’d need to stay out here to keep watch on the pit.
Leaving his camping chair set up near the fire pit, Miles helped his partners get the rest of the pavilion broken down and put away, then caught up with the kids to give them each a hug before bed.
Noah and Emma ran up to him and gave him a big hug. “Miles, those sky lanterns were soooo cool!” little Emma bubbled excitedly.
“Yeah, that was an amazing thing for us to do!” Noah agreed with his sister. “I bet our dad loved seeing all those lanterns, knowing that at least one was for him!”
“Two!” Emma corrected him.
Miles hugged them tightly again, before letting them go. Trent opted to give him a high-five, then a hug and a quick “Good night, Miles,” before he turned and headed off to the house.
Ellie and Sean held back to go last, each one wanting to give him a long hug. Both had tears in their eyes, but they just kissed him silently on the cheek and then went off after the others.
Standing, he turned and was almost knocked over as Penny dove into his arms, her face damp from tears, and then his other partners joined the hug, each of them with damp eyes and sniffling. “So, I take it you all liked the Sky Lantern activity?”
***Gainesville, FL, 2200, Thursday, August 20, 2020***
“Miles, the whole Sky Lantern idea was beautiful!” Penny praised him, coming up to give him a hug as the partners all prepared for bed.
Returning her embrace, Miles noticed Sophia was wearing what he’d come to understand were ‘period panties’ – panties with protective liners meant to prevent accidental leakage – and that Ava and Penny were no longer wearing theirs. He added this knowledge to the other little tools he possessed to inform him of when to be particularly well-behaved with any of his partners.
His reflections were interrupted when Maddie came up to him and grabbed his ass. “I can’t speak for these other gals, but watching you play Cubmaster gets me all tingly inside!”
Miles half-expected Maddie to call ‘dibs’ at that point, but when she did not, he began to wonder whether or not his partners had established some sort of pecking order – or would that be a ‘dicking order’?
Penny gently pushed him over to the bed and instructed him, “Get up on the bed, dear, and lay back.”
Miles did as he was told, internally nodding his head – they definitely had this shit dialed in, he thought, as Penny crawled up between his legs to begin sucking him to hardness.
Laying back, he initially closed his eyes to enjoy Penny’s attention. When he felt weight shifting up near his head, he opened his eyes to see Ava moving to straddle his face. She smiled brightly as she swung her leg over his pillow, resting her forearms on the headboard.
Reaching both hands up to grasp her hips, he guided her down to him until her pussy was above his mouth, and then he began to feast upon her glory. Starting with broad strokes of his tongue, he swiped along her crease, from her rosebud to her clitoris. Inhaling deeply of her musk, he took another trip with his tongue, enjoying her accompanying moan from above.
Between his legs, Penny moved on from licking and sucking him, and was now moving up to straddle him, taking her turn on his cock. He could hear other moans from nearby, but could not see what his partners were doing, so he could only imagine the sapphic scene unfolding nearby.
As Penny lowered her hot, tight wetness down upon him, he drove his tongue upward as deeply as he could into Ava’s snatch, before tilting his chin up slightly to move his focus to her clit. Flicking the tip of his tongue across her clitoral hood in rapid, feather-light strokes, he heard her moans of pleasure increase in volume as he brought Ava closer to her peak.
Meanwhile, Penny was doing her best to wring an orgasm out of Miles as she rose and fell upon him at an increasing pace, all the while clasping at him with her powerful vaginal walls. Their clenching was timed perfectly to milk him, clenching tightly as she bottomed out, and holding that clench as she rose along his shaft. Loosening her grip near the top, then descending suddenly and repeating the process again. Her technique was beginning to take its toll upon Miles, and he could feel the tightness beginning in his balls, a precursor to his impending orgasm.
Ava was already there; her thighs closed tightly on his head, muffling the sounds of the activities around them as she cried out in her orgasm, shaking violently as she drenched his face with her juices. Miles gentled his activities, but did not stop them altogether, continuing to softly and slowly run his tongue along her petals, occasionally swiping across her clit. He maintained this pace for a few moments, until Ava calmed down, and eventually made to lift herself away from him. At that moment, he grasped her hips firmly and pulled her back down once more, thrusting his tongue lower this time, as deeply into her asshole as he could reach, rimming her out with all his oral strength. Just as suddenly, he returned his attention to her clit and went at it with full steam, thrashing his tongue across the little button, generating a squeal out of Ava as she was propelled right back up to another climax. Miles timed it so that, just as Ava once again flooded his face, he unleashed a torrent of cum into Penny, pulsing jet after jet of his hot jism into her hungry snatch, pushing her to climax as soon as his cum made contact with her soft tissues.
It thrilled Miles to hear – even muffled as they were by Ava’s thighs – his lovers’ rapture above him. As soon as she was able, Ava leaned to her left and rolled off of Miles, allowing him a view of the others and their activities around him.
Penny, her face and chest flushed, her nipples standing out hard and firm, dismounted from his still-hard cock, making way for Sophia to stick her head in and help herself to their combined juices, eliciting a loud moan from the young redhead as she cleaned him with her lips and tongue. Ava fell backwards onto the mattress next to Miles, and Penny briefly covered the young Air Force officer’s face, transferring a dose of Miles’ cum to the woman in the process. Miles watched in fascination as Ava joined Sophia in spasming and moaning, still amazed at what contact with his cum could do for these women, thanks to the serum.
Looking now to his left, he understood why he’d not yet been jumped by any of his other partners. Maddie was lying on her back, with Jan astride her pubic area. At first, Miles thought perhaps they were tribbing, but their legs were not positioned correctly for that. After a moment, he realized that the two women were indeed fucking, as he caught sight of the double dong connecting the two, its slick black surface shining briefly in the dim lighting.
Just then, he watched as Debra approached the two from the foot of the bed, climbing on and knee walking up behind Jan, straddling Maddie’s lower legs as she lined up her large strap-on cock with Jan from behind.
His observations of these events were interrupted when Sophia reached up to rub and tug at his balls. Looking down at her, he caught sight of her satisfied grin as she crawled up his body to kiss him, then she leaned to one side to whisper into his ear.
“Jan is hoping you’d be so kind as to fuck her in the mouth, Miles,” she cooed into his ear. “She wants to fulfill her fantasy tonight to make her airtight. Go get her, D-man!”
‘D-man?’ he wondered to himself. What the hell does that stand for, anyway? Davies Man? Dick Man? It didn’t matter, he supposed. Getting up onto his knees, he moved so that he was straddling Maddie’s head, presenting his rock-hard, throbbing manhood to a somewhat distracted Janet. Her eyes were shut tight as she focused on accommodating the two jelly dongs already in the process of plundering her pussy and ass. Miles swept his cockhead across her lips to get her attention, and she immediately opened her mouth to allow him entrance, wrapping her lips around him quickly and sucking him as if her life depended on it. Miles chuckled at the irony of the thought.
Below him, Maddie craned her neck up enough to take his balls into her mouth, sucking slightly on them as she hummed, groaned, and occasionally giggled. Catching Debra’s glance from behind Jan, she grinned at him, biting her lower lip as she thrust her hips forward with a bit more energy, causing Jan to almost choke on Miles’ cock. Gagging for only a moment, Jan adjusted herself and swallowed Miles to the root, her nose pressing into his pubic mound. Grunting as the other two women thrust into her with increasing vigor, she began bobbing her head back and forth on his shaft, groaning loudly when Debra smacked her on the ass cheek.
Miles was impressed with Jan’s constitution, as well as the dexterity of the other two women as they established a good rhythm, each doing her part to make Jan’s fantasy come to life. His intimate participation in such a pornographic act, coupled with Jan’s excellent oral skills, was sufficient to bring Miles once again to the brink. He grabbed Jan’s head with both hands and stroked himself deeply into her mouth and throat several times before he withdrew, holding just the head of his cock within her mouth as he erupted inside of her, pulsing jet after jet of his cum against her tongue, causing her eyes to bulge wildly as she squealed in delight and convulsed in a powerful orgasm. The other two women eased their efforts, holding still as Jan rode out her climax. As soon as she was able, Jan pulled slowly away from Miles’ cock, keeping her lips sealed, and then she dipped her head down to Maddie, dribbling some of Miles’ spend into her mouth, gifting her young partner with a serum-induced orgasm.
Miles carefully extricated himself from the group and moved around to Debra as she carefully pulled free of Jan’s backside. Miles just caught sight of Jan’s gaping bunghole before it closed and puckered, then he turned to Debra and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
Leaning back to look into her beautiful brown eyes, he asked her, “Deb, is there anything I can do for you? I believe I’ve managed to dose all the others.”
Smiling, she leaned forward to kiss him again before responding, “I’m just fine, Miles. I got mine earlier today, remember? We’re all good, dear.”
Heading into the bathroom, Miles turned on the hot water and got a couple of washcloths wet and wrung out, then took them to his partners in the bedroom before going back to grab some dry towels.
Once the women cleaned themselves up, they started making their way through the bathroom to do the final cleanup before bed. Miles checked in on Sophia, making sure she was good.
“I’m good for now, Miles,” his copper-haired partner smiled at his concern for her wellbeing, “but I might take you up tomorrow or Saturday morning on some shower sex. I’m still just a little tender, so we’ll see how I feel.”
Leaning down, he gave her a tender kiss, holding her tightly for a moment. Letting her go, he checked in on his other partners, until he climbed into bed, followed quickly by all the women.
As Penny snuggled up on his right shoulder, he leaned in close and whispered very silently into her ear, so that only she could hear, “You did an amazing job making sure everyone got what they needed tonight, Number One.”
Snickering softly, she swatted at him softly, then kissed him before snuggling in tight for sleep. Soon, the room was awash in their soft snores, and Miles drifted off to sleep with his final thoughts once again thanking his lucky stars for being blessed with these amazing women in his life.
***Gainesville, FL, 1100, Friday, August 21, 2020***
“Good morning, Miles,” Deputy Assistant Secretary McFadden opened the video call. “How are matters progressing?”
Straight to the point, Miles thought. “We’ve made some good progress, Madame Secretary. Wait,” he paused mid-thought, needing to clarify her honorific. “Is that how I should address you? Or do I need to use the whole ‘deputyassistantsecretary’ title, or what is the protocol?”
McFadden seemed to be in her normal ‘all-business, all-the-time’ mood today. “When it’s just the two of us, you can call me Marion. On larger calls, Secretary McFadden will do. You only need to use the full title when you’re testifying before Congress. Now, please continue – I’ve got a dozen more of these calls between me and the weekend.”
“Of course, Marion,” he acknowledged, wondering briefly if she was kidding about the ‘testifying before Congress’ part before getting back on track. “As I was saying, we’ve made good progress this week. In our Tranche 1 activities, we’ve gotten up to speed with twelve groups working on the harvest tasks. We’re mainly focusing our efforts on the single-family homes deemed too small to support a Team. Once we’re done with that, we’ll re-evaluate our strategy to determine whether Harvest operations need to continue, based on the results of the initial efforts.”
“Please help me with this approach a bit better,” McFadden asked him. “I’m trying to understand the reasoning – not judging.”
“Well, in Gainesville, about 57% of the housing is single-family dwellings,” Miles explained, referring to his notes. “So, that’s in the neighborhood of 23 thousand homes. Of those, we’ve identified just north of 5,700 of them that are being assigned to Teams as interim shelters. Good enough to get them through next Summer, at least, unless we have a baby boom. So, again, we’re looking at around 17 thousand homes deemed unfit. Of those, less than 10 percent were built this century – those are our first targets. For this first push, I was really interested in salvaging as many of the key appliances that we will need as I can, so I wanted to try the newer homes first. Depending on our luck, we may decide to push into the newer multi-family units as well, as about a thousand of those were built this century.”
“How many units have your crews been able to get to this week?” McFadden wanted to know.
“The crews are getting up to speed,” he began, “Most of the workers are somewhere on the learning curve, most closer to the bottom than the top. Given that, we estimate we should have hit fifty or more homes before the end of today. I expect to see that number rise a bit over the next two weeks, and we’re also going to try to get another couple of crews up and running. I’d like to see us clearing at least 75 homes per week. At that pace, we’ll be close to completing the first push by the holidays, and then we can re-assess our strategy in January.”
“What could be done to get this phase done faster?” McFadden asked.
“Well, the work scales according to the resources, and the most limiting resource right now is people, although we’re running pretty close on the availability of trucks and equipment,” Miles offered in response. “Honestly, Marion, I think we’re probably going to be pretty close to max effort on this phase, given all the variables. It just takes time to uninstall appliances, sort and box up belongings, and get them moved. The good news is that we’ve got enough inventory for all the Teams to be in a home through the winter. The better news is that this is shaping up to be a very mild hurricane season, so the weather is not slowing us down – knock on wood!”
“What if you were to shift gears slightly and focus only on the appliances?” she asked.
“I’d considered that, and to be honest, we’ll probably make that adjustment in the next week or so,” he responded. “I’d been hoping to salvage any usable food items as part of this effort, but I think that window of opportunity is short-lived.”
“Okay,” she sighed, attempting to reconcile reality versus expectations. “So, this will take time. How are things going with respect to the looting situation?”
“Well, the homes that we’ve been focusing on have largely been in the better neighborhoods, so we haven’t run into much more looting, once we got started. There has been some, but not as widespread as I’d feared – possibly because folks are getting the message that they don’t need to loot, as long as they are part of the program.”
“Well, let’s hope you’re right,” McFadden responded. “We’ve seen similar situations go to shit overnight, so let’s not take our eye off the ball, yeah?”
“Agreed,” Miles assented. “I’ve felt we’re in a foot race from the beginning.” He briefly considered mentioning the flyer, but as yet had no additional information to offer, so he decided to let it wait. For now.
Shifting to the next agenda item, McFadden queried, “How about the vendor negotiations? Where are you at with those?”
“The call with Jason Ballard went better than expected – he’s going to be sending four of his 3D printing rigs down to us next week – they should arrive by month’s end. We estimate they will be set up and ready to operate during the first week in September.” Miles skimmed down through his notes before continuing, “Michelle Snyder from Tesla tells me we might have a problem. Evidently, they’ve got a perfect storm of elevated demand from new projects on the West Coast, combined with supply chain issues, further combined with a workforce shortage. She’s going to have someone on her team check to see if any inventory might be available that’s already in our region and get back to me. If there’s any to be found, I called dibs. If not, she couldn’t give me any estimate as to when we might get access to Tesla Powerwalls or solar roofing tiles.”
“I expected as much,” McFadden snorted derisively. “Does this represent a major blocker for you, Captain, or do you have a mitigating strategy?”
“It’s certainly not ideal,” Miles frowned, “but we can move forward without the Tesla products for now. I’ll definitely be checking around for any local or regional options as alternatives, but – if worst comes to worst – we can always move forward without the hygrid power options for now, and retrofit them later when supply permits.”
“What about the housing units themselves? The core and expansion units? How did the call with Box go?”
Miles shifted uncomfortably as he chose his words with care. “The folks at Box are concerned about the risks. They say that Florida weather – mostly the high winds during hurricane season – requires modification to their construction approach, which will be expensive, and isolated to this region, so not something they can easily defer through mass quantities.”
“And?” McFadden asked. “I sense you’re leaving something out.”
“Not leaving it out, Marion, just not sure how best to frame it,” he hedged. “They stated they’d start a factory down here if they could get a partner to invest in the deal to mitigate their risks. They basically suggested that, since this was my baby, I needed to put some skin in the game. They asked me to invest $10 million in capital and partner with them to sweeten the deal, and then they’d do it.”
McFadden sat back for a moment, clearly thinking the situation through. “I notice you didn’t freak out at the sum they requested,” she pointed out.
“I know you’ve vetted me, Marion. Better than General Palmer, I’d guess, so you know the money’s not the major issue.”
“Conflict of Interest, then,” she guessed.
“You nailed it,” he confirmed. “Unless Palmer’s JAG officer can pull off a miracle, my involvement with a key supplier to an operation I am running represents a major COI. I don’t think I can work around it.”
“Do the profits mean that much to you?” the Secretary asked him.
“No, not really. I’m an idea guy – not a businessman,” he informed her ruefully. “I'm more interested in seeing my ideas put to use than in profiting from them. “
“Very altruistic of you, Miles,” McFadden scoffed. “Still, I might be able to work something out that your JAG cannot. Let me look into the art of the possible and get back to you. I assume that the alternative vendor’s solution isn’t as viable?”
“Sadly, no,” Miles shook his head. “The other companies in this region aren’t set up for what I’m proposing - most specialize in manufactured homes, and those aren’t quite as rugged as what I’m looking for as the next-generation Team home. I could maybe push one of them to retool, but they simply don’t have the same vision that Box brings to the discussion.”
Nodding her head, McFadden scribbled down some notes before looking back up at him. “Let me look into this a bit more,” she added quickly, clearly wanting to wrap up the call, “and I’ll get back to you no later than Monday noon. In the meantime, keep probing for alternatives, and tell your Team they’re doing good work! Have a good weekend, Captain.”
“You as well, Secre-,” the call ended before he could finish. Typical Washington bureaucrat, he thought to himself. Still, he found himself hopeful that she could assist with Box.
***Gainesville, FL, 1500, Friday, August 21, 2020***
Stopping by David Palmer’s office, Miles poked his head through the doorway not expecting anyone to still be there. Instead, he was surprised to find David was still in the office.
“David, I didn’t expect you to be here so late on a Friday. Why don’t you knock off for the weekend? You get to meet your new crew on Monday, so I want you to get plenty of rest and have a plan for next week,” Miles started to back away, turning down the hall toward the offices where some of his partners were still at work. “Have a good weekend!” he called over his shoulder as he left.
Miles found himself puzzling over the fact that David hadn’t said a word to him when suddenly he heard an explosive gasp from the office behind him, immediately followed by a moan. Smiling, he suddenly understood why David was so quiet, as well as where Brandi had been.
Continuing on to the next door, Miles entered the office to find Sophia and Debra packing up their laptops.
“I was starting to wonder what time you were planning to knock off today, Miles,” Sophia greeted him, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug.
Hugging her back, Miles inhaled the scent of her shampoo, enjoying it as always. Kissing the top of her head earned him a sock in the arm, as she pulled him down with her other arm for a deeper kiss.
Stepping back, she grinned as she casually mentioned, “Debra told us about her visit to your office yesterday.”
He glanced over in time to see Jansen blush and hide her face behind her hands.
Sophia wasn’t done teasing him yet, however. “We’ve taken to referring to it as her little ‘trip to the woodshed’,” the redhead giggled.
“I’ll take you to the woodshed, brat!” Miles growled playfully at her. Sophia squealed as she darted out of reach.
Looking around, Miles asked, “Where’s Ava? I thought maybe we’d wrap things up and head over to the Have-Need to pick up Maddie.”
“She went over to help Maddie out about an hour ago,” Debra offered. “She took the Beast, so we’ve got the HUMVEE whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay,” he acknowledged. "I’ll go grab my gear and meet you out at the vehicle. Do me a favor, please. Call and see if they need any extra help. We can head over there if they need us.”
“Aye, aye, sir!” Debra responded with a mock salute.
Grinning at her cheek, Miles headed back out front to stop by his office. Seeing Clyburn still at her desk, he paused and leaned on the edge conspiratorially for a moment. “I hear the boss is knocking off early, Janice,” he faux-whispered to the Senior Airman. “Why don’t you shut things down and knock off for the weekend? That’s an order,” he added that last for clarity.
“Yes, sir!” she responded enthusiastically. “Thank you, sir!”
Continuing to his office, he made sure everything was secured properly, shut down his laptop and put it in his backpack, then turned out the lights and locked the door behind him as he headed out to the parking lot.
As he approached his parking spot and their HUMVEE, he could see Sophia already in the back, on her phone, with Debra starting the vehicle. Getting up into the passenger seat, he caught the tail end of Sophia’s call.
“Don’t worry, we’re on our way. Just keep everyone calm until we get there. It’s gonna be alright. We’re headed your way now, so give us 10 minutes,” Sophia , then disconnected the call.
As soon as Miles closed his door, Debra launched the vehicle forward at just a bit over the posted limit, heading for the gate at speed.
“Deb, slow down – no use getting us pulled over by the Security Forces!” Miles urged her, not understanding the hurry.
“Buckle up, Miles. We need to get to Maddie ASAP,” Debra hissed through clenched teeth.
“What the hell happened?” he asked, looking back to Sophia for an answer as he buckled his seat belt.
“Maddie just told us that the last crew was back, but they were having trouble with them – the crew was spooked at the last stop. Apparently, they ran into some looters. No one was hurt, but now folks are worried about the possibility that it might happen again.”
Miles grimaced but focused on the words ‘no one was hurt’ and sat back, holding on for dear life as Jansen pushed the HUMVEE hard to get to the Have-Need warehouse.
Finally, they could see the gated entrance to the facility up ahead. There were guards at the gate today, so Deb slowed slightly rather than run them over.
Stopping at the guards, Debra flashed her ID to them and sounded off, “Captain Davies’ party arriving for a SITREP.”
Glancing at her ID, then at the passengers within the vehicle, the guard waved them through without question. Debra swung the vehicle into a parking spot near the entrance to the warehouse, and they all bailed out and hurried inside to check on the situation.
Inside, loud voices could be heard raising a clamor, with a press of workers gathered around Maddie, all shouting questions at her. As soon as she saw Miles approaching, she put two fingers to her lips and a shrill whistle pierced the air, getting everyone’s attention, along with a moment of silence.
“Alright, people, let’s quiet down for just a moment,” Maddie called out. “Captain Davies will want a report on exactly what happened, so I want everyone to remain calm and let Angela give him the details. The rest of you might need to help out, but please, wait until you’re called to speak.”
Turning to Miles, Maddie greeted him professionally, “Captain, thank you for coming so quickly. Angela McMillan,” she gestured to a tall brunette nearby, “is the leader for Crew 9. They had an unexpected encounter today, but I’ll let her give you the details.”
Stepping back, Maddie gestured to the brunette to speak up. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties, standing nearly as tall as Jansen, but was a bit heftier. Not overweight so much as burly. Miles thought she reminded him of a welder or construction worker – someone used to working outside, with their hands.
“Well,” Angela began, “me and the crew were pulling up to the last street on our list for the day when we saw a couple of pickup trucks a ways down the block. We didn’t think much of it – there’s cars abandoned all over the place these days, but after we’d wrapped up the first houses and were moving on to the next ones, we ran into a handful of people – mostly men, looked like Duck Dynasty rejects – who were taking stuff out of the houses. One of ‘em points a hand canon at me and tells me to fuck off, this was their block. That’s about when those Air Force MPs came tearing up in their Hummer, sirens blaring. That sent those good-ol’ boys to runnin’!”
“Angela, was anyone hurt?” Miles asked her with concern clear in his expression.
“No, sir, we’re fine,” she sighed, “just a little shook up, is all. Not sure it’s safe to go back out there.”
“I understand, Angela, but that’s why the Air Force sends the armed escorts out with you,” Miles soothed her, raising his voice to address the others gathered there. “One of the reasons why I spoke publicly about this program was to try to get out in front of the panic that was going to happen if folks didn’t know what was going on. But, I won’t lie – there’s a chance that any of the crews could run into looters. That’s why it’s so important that we keep pressing ahead.”
Miles took a look around at the faces of the crew – there were a good number of men, but more women – that’s probably going to become the norm for most situations going forward, he reflected grimly. Some looked scared, so he took a moment to address their fears. “Our best bet is to figure that this will happen again, and we will be prepared for such a situation. We’ll have a safety briefing with all of the crews on Monday to go over what to do in case of an encounter like yours today, but the best approach is for crews to pretty much do as yous did – don’t escalate any confrontation, and let the military handle the response. We’ll be upping the armed patrols that we send out with you, to ensure you’re kept safe.”
Pausing for a moment, then turning to take everyone into his gaze, Miles asked, “Tell me, what did the houses look like where they’d been?”
Several of the crew attempted to speak up, but then Maddie suggested, “Let’s let Albert speak, then others can chime in if the Captain needs more details.” She turned to a tall, lanky man who looked to be about 30, taller but leaner than Miles.
Albert cleared his throat, then set the scene for them, “Well, when we went inside, the house looked like one of those old cartoons, where the Tasmanian Devil done been through,” he described. “Everything was all tore apart and scattered around, and lots of things were broken. The TV’s was all gone, and the pantry was empty. There was some clothes left scattered around, but lots looked like it was missing. We did manage to get the stove and refrigerator, but that’s about all that was left. Those assholes slashed the cushions on the couch and torn up the mattresses on the beds – what they didn’t take, they mostly trashed.”
“Exactly,” Miles stabbed a finger at the man. “What they didn’t take, they trashed. These fuckers don’t care about the rest of us – about what someone else might need, or be able to salvage. They’re out there thieving and destroying stuff that you or your teams might need.”
A rumble of anger rolled through the crew. Miles continued, “I’ve seen what you’re describing firsthand. I’m sorry that you ran into these pricks. But we can’t give in to them. We’ve got to keep working and push harder to get ahead of them. I’ll speak to the Air Force to ensure we add more security patrols to the task. I can assure you, they want these fuckers stopped as badly as you and I do!”
After giving their statements to the Air Force security team that was gathering information about the incident, they went back to work, and before too long, their trucks were unloaded, and they were on their way home for the weekend.
Once the crews were gone, Miles went over to hug Maddie, just holding the younger woman as she shivered in his arms. Eventually, he let her go and was surprised to see anger in her eyes instead of tears.
“Those pathetic, wretched, selfish motherfuckers!” she raged. “What kind of fucking low-life shitdick scumbags threaten people trying to help the entire community! I hope they pass out in their hog pens and wake up without their fucking hands!”
Struggling not to chuckle in amusement at her tirade, Miles hugged her again, then said, “Come on, Mads. Lock this place up – let’s call it a week.”
They all helped her close down the warehouse, then double-checked that the doors and windows were all locked on their way out. They split into two groups, with Miles volunteering to drive the Beast home, and the girls decided to ride with Debra in the HUMVEE. Figuring they wanted to ensure Maddie was okay, he pulled out ahead of them and headed toward home, already on his cell phone with General Palmer giving her an update.
Debra stopped at the gate to check in with the security guards. Leaning forward from behind Debra, Maddie urged the guards to be watchful, warning them that looters had been active earlier in the day. The guards assured her they’d be vigilant, and then Debra pulled out through the gates and headed home.
After a few minutes of riding in silence, Maddie broke everyone out of their quiet reflections with a deadpan revelation, “Oh, and to top everything off, I got my fucking period today!”
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