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Quaranteam: Remote Work Ch. 21
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Chapter 21: Accounting
7 December 2020
“You knew this email was coming, AJ. After that speech? I’m kind of surprised it only took two more weeks.” Callie was fixing Adam with a fairly serious glare, and given that he was sitting at his own computer in his room, that took some power to do.
“One, it was a week and a half. Two, I was hoping the rollouts would be focusing more on the fifty percent of American men without partners.” Adam looked cross. “Oh, and three, it’s not one, but two more women who are scheduled to come our way. Even with the new apartment, eight people is pushing it.”
Callie shrugged. “All five of us are comfortable sharing beds, and the emails said both were bi. It simplifies things on that front.”
“That’s not the point, Callie, and you know it.” Adam sighed. “Not that I have much choice here. Alright, call the others over. We all need to check these two for red flags.”
Callie nodded. “Just one thing before that.”
“What would that be?”
“I’m horny and you haven’t dosed anyone today, so I know it’s going to be a good one.”
Adam was already spinning towards her and unzipping his jeans by the time the rest of his brain caught up to the words, but it wasn’t like he was resisting or anything. His rapidly-hardening dick sprung free as soon as he did so, Callie dropped to her knees, and its brief moment in the open air was over. A side effect Callie had figured out from her massive weight loss turned out to be lung efficiency. She could hold her breath for much, much longer than she used to be able to, and that wasn’t exactly short to begin with. Taking only a minimal pause to lick his length and breathe deep, Callie practically inhaled the penis in front of her until her nose was pressed firmly against Adam’s crotch.
For his part, Adam was in heaven. Very, very few things on Earth felt as good as Callie’s throat when she was this hot and bothered. He felt her swallow against him a couple of times to get him into place properly, then she got to work for real. Long, slow, and smooth, Callie impaled her face on him over and over and over. If she paused to breathe at any point, he didn’t notice. Even when he came, she didn’t stop, keeping up those delicious strokes even through the immense orgasm of her own that threatened to break her focus. She kept going, and he kept shooting down her throat for much longer than he thought he should have been able to.
It had to end at some point, though, and with a couple of experimental sucks Callie determined that he was done with this particular orgasm. Only then did she let his penis go, smile, and turn to tell the others it was time to gather around. Adam had to scramble to tuck himself back into his underwear and zip up before they got back. He needn’t have bothered going quite so fast, as it would be a couple of minutes before Allison and Shannon were the first to join him.
“... so what exactly were you trying to do in that… card game?” Shannon seemed puzzled. Then again, it seemed to be a game she didn’t understand, so she probably just wanted to find out.
Allison was chatting animatedly, though she seemed irritated. “I was gathering Control Points. Or trying to. Endless Empires is about creating and controlling planets for your territory, and I’m playing what’s called an anti-meta deck type. Almost nobody carries counters for a deck that focuses on lots of small planets controlled from orbit, and since I didn’t see any Bug War on her side I didn’t protect myself.”
“So when she played that one thing…”
“The Planet Buster Station, yes. Hard to control planets when your opponent is reducing them to rubble, and since I don’t staff them heavily on the ground, I didn’t have planetary shields…” Allison seemed to notice the look that Adam was giving them was a bit more confused than normal. “Oh, sorry about that. I haven’t gotten to play that very much since lockdown, so I was really getting back into it online. Shannon might join up to play with me.”
“I see.” He clearly only partially did. “Where are the others? I don’t want to go over all of this multiple times.”
Shannon interjected. “Esther’s finishing up a call before she can hit her break, and Kaipo is in there with her so that she can use her as a muscle reference. Don’t ask me why she’d need that, but that’s what she said.”
Adam chuckled, but wasn’t surprised. Once Kaipo had finished growing and really got into the workouts to maintain and use the layers of muscle the Serum had caused her body to lay down, it seemed like she was modeling nude for the others half the time. The other half, she was often to be found fixing things she accidentally knocked over, since she still wasn’t QUITE on top of where her body was at any given time. Combined with her newfound strength that meant that something or other got broken nearly every day. Thankfully, this was becoming less common over time. Also thankfully, the first thing she’d gotten under control was her skill at massage. Adam had gotten a bit spoiled getting those regularly, so had Shannon, and their spines appreciated that Kaipo was no longer accidentally treating their vertebrae like bubble wrap.
When Esther and Kaipo came in, they were joined by Callie. Adam took it as his cue to begin. “Looks like it’s about that time again, everyone. This morning, I got two emails from Oracle. Two more women have been matched up to our Team. One is on each of my screens. We need to look them over to see if there are any points that make them a hard no for any of us. And I do mean any of us, if you are repulsed by anything you see then speak up even if the rest of us are enthusiastic. Understood?”
All five of them nodded, and Callie stepped forward. “Okay, to the left. Hayley Stone.” The picture on the screen showed a moderately pale, moderately chubby brunette. “No official employment listed, but has been living on multiple self-claimed revenue streams. General handy-woman, making cosplay components, and the like. Coming from Oregon. Oracle says she has an 87% match with our Team, which is good and also explains how she is going to an established one rather than an unpaired male somewhere.”
Allison looked close. “Hold on a sec, her hair’s dyed. Fresh, too, wouldn’t have noticed except there was a drop on her skin at the hairline.”
Shannon looked closely as well. “Huh, good catch. That’s a natural tone, too, which means either she’s going gray early and wanted to cover it up, or else she changes hair color a lot and wanted to be close to natural for this picture.”
Callie shrugged. “No red flags from my read-through, and that’s easily explained in several ways, so I’m not going to try to call a veto. Any of you?”
“Mind if I take the seat and scroll through?” Esther asked. Adam stood to let her, and watched as the doctor pulled out a note pad, stopping at seemingly random places to scribble notes in handwriting so bad that he wasn’t sure if they were English or Korean. Eventually, she seemed satisfied. “Thank you. Nothing stands out to me.”
“Alright. That brings us to candidate number two.” Adam sat back down as Callie began her overview of the other woman.
“To the right is Stacey Jones.” The woman on that screen was mousy, with wire-frame glasses, thin lips, and dirty blonde hair. “A teacher’s aide before the lockdowns and pursuing a degree in education, she’s coming down from Seattle proper.”
Adam grinned. “They’re called paras these days, Callie.”
“Oh, so the teacher equivalent of paralegals? I can see that. Hope they don’t hate their primaries as much. Anyway, Stacey got her life put on hold more than most and has been living in quarantine with two of her former classmates. They all got seriously ill at one point in June but survived without hospitalization, no way to know what that was. Says that she was on track to graduate Suma Cum laude and top of her class before lockdowns, but there’s no way to verify that. Mid-eighties on the match as well, saw that you were a teacher and picked you. Must be passionate about her profession.”
Adam nodded. “I have no problem getting another educator around here. Heck, I could use the help with my own classes.”
Both were cute in their own way, too. Certainly not compared to the goddesses that now surrounded him, sure, but quite a sight better looking than four out of five started their journey as. It was a fact that nobody in the room missed, even if nobody there was quite willing to say it out loud. None of them knew if it was because the nature of the experiment changed or if it meant they were unaltered matches. Or if it even really mattered. These two women would be coming here unless they voiced an objection, and none of them did.
No matter how much Adam in particular was opposed to adding more women to the family, he had nothing against the women in particular and did not want to force them into worse matches. “Alright. I’ll send the confirmation emails. That means we have anywhere from three days to two weeks to get the house ready. Both will need beds to sleep in on their first night, and since I already did one on the couch to let a new arrival sleep it off…”
“Hey!” Kaipo interjected.
“... and while I’m not mad about it I’d rather be better prepared this time,” he finished laconically.
“I have not been instructed to stop my checks, so that means I need to make sure we have at least two lab kits on standby.” Esther was taking notes again.
“Kaipo, Shannon, and I will make sure they have a place to sleep and put their stuff.” Allison looked thoughtful, likely trying to mentally place where exactly that would be. Given that she had gone to retrieve what she cared about from her old apartment and Kaipo’s belongings had arrived in the last week from Hawaii, that was slightly more difficult than it might otherwise have been. Then again, given that she’d been doing most of the organizing recently, maybe not.
“Sounds good. Remember, Harley is the one professing nerdy hobbies, so that’s going to take some storage open… why are you looking at me like that?”
Callie had an unreadable expression on her face as she looked back. “Her name’s Hayley.”
Adam shook his head to clear it a bit. “I must be more tired than I thought if I’m messing up names. Looks like I have a little time before my next class and the prep work is already done for it. Any of you mind if I catch a nap? I know I just gave all of you work to do…”
“AJ.” Shannon interrupted. “Your bed is right there. Use it. Then after class, use me on it. Then once the new women arrive, use it with them. Got it?”
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11 December 2020
The news was a wild and chaotic kind of thing these days. Now that the truth was out, it was difficult for people to NOT speculate. Was the fragmentary information out of Russia because of Serum things? Or maybe when Spokane had that fire? Maybe the seemingly-incomprehensible diplomatic moves coming out of the UK and Germany? The gossip rag about that one rich guy’s son in Florida? Though Adam doubted most of it he couldn’t shake the feeling that at least some of the speculation was spot on. The problem of course being that there was so much out there that catching the right one was like trying to catch an individual raindrop in a thunderstorm.
Not that he had much time. The confirmation emails were met by a response so quickly he felt they might have been sent before he actually gave the thumbs up. Either way, both would be arriving today, sometime between one and five in the afternoon. Given that it was 12:30, he’d canceled his afternoon class for “an appointment,” and they were done preparing the home? All he could do was sit and overthink.
His eyes were suddenly covered. “Guess who?”
Adam grinned. “No matter how much you try, Allison, you can’t really get Shannon’s voice anywhere near convincing. What’s up?”
Allison removed her hands from his face, walked around, then plopped down next to him on the couch. “Not much. I mean, same as you, but I noticed that you were doing it with your head so far up your butt you were using your belly button as a periscope. Need a blowjob to take the edge off?”
Adam chucked at the imagery, but shook his head. “Unfortunately, no matter how enjoyable that might be, I’m going to have to use those reserves today… twice… so I have to decline.”
She frowned, but deliberately cutely. That response was obvious, and she saw it coming… or not cumming, as it were. “I guess you’re right. Well if you…”
There were three sharp knocks at the door. Both looked sharply in that direction, but Adam frowned as he stood. “That’s odd. It’s still early.” He didn’t let it slow him down, though. He was at the door within moments, putting on the medical face mask he kept there before opening the door. Outside were four women, and as his own Team gathered he took the moment to get a good look.
The first thing to strike him was what was missing. Specifically, the HAZMAT suits. Two of the women were in Army uniforms. To the left was a very short and thin woman with Hispanic features and Sergeant stripes named Colón according to her name tape. To the right was a taller, curvier woman with intensely black skin and Specialist rank named Cox, carrying a plain manilla folder. Between them were two women of medium height that he recognized from the emails. The one on the left had the slightly greasy skin and slightly thicker build he recognized, but her hair had been dyed a nicely deep shade of blue in contrast with her profile picture.The other, despite her height matching the first, presented an intensely mousey appearance. Her wire-frame glasses made her brown eyes look larger and her hair was pulled back in the same bun he recognized from the pictures. Both of the women who would be joining him wore jeans and sweaters against the early-December chill. All four were wearing medical breath masks like himself, with no more protection than that. It was a new world, now. One in which, he assumed, people were more protected. Especially ones making this kind of delivery.
He reached out to shake their hands, and Sergeant Colón spoke up. “Mr. Jeffries? Sorry about having to knock so hard, but you didn’t hear the doorbell.”
Adam shrugged. “It decides to not ring on occasion. Not your fault, just left over from the remodel.”
“Oh, I see they sent me to the right place!” The blue-haired woman’s broad grin looked actually eager. “I’ll take a look at that once all the formalities are taken care of.”
The mousy one just gave her a Look. One that appeared like it should be capitalized, and could silence unruly students. “Did you just call getting laid and permanently joining a new team ‘formalities?’”
Hayley nodded back at her, unfazed. “Yep! So, uh, I think there’s paperwork, too?”
Adam seemed to snap back to himself. “Yes, of course. We are dealing with the Army after all. I’d hate for them to have to come all this way and not get to do paperwork about it.” There were some laughs as Specialist Cox opened up her folder to pull out the ever-familiar Oracle forms. “Callie, the lawyer on the team, should be here soon. I do apologize, but she is going to do her thing before you get these back. If I may ask, though, this is the first time I’ve ever dealt with a government contractor and actually had them show up early. Anything I need to worry about?”
Callie arrived and took the papers to review, but Sergeant Colón shook her head no. “You’re just the one furthest from base this time around, so we’re starting here and ending closer to the unit.”
“Makes sense. For once.”
Callie suddenly nodded. “All clear to sign these, Adam. There was an update, but nothing malicious this time around.”
“Good. I don’t want more FBI agents knocking on my door if I can help it.” Adam read the forms in detail, filled out the appropriate boxes, signed, and handed them back to Callie, who proceeded to turn and head towards her scanner. “Sorry for the extra delay, but given what’s happened in the past here, we like to be cautious. Hayley, Stacey, welcome to the Team.”
Stacey had a curious look on her face. “Given that you didn’t seem to be joking about FBI agents, I suspect the stories are going to be entertaining.”
“You could say that, yes.” Adam turned to accept the copied forms from Callie and handed them over to the soldiers. Moments later, they were gone, leaving him with the two women they had escorted to him.
Without further ado he welcomed them in, got everyone unmasked, and even managed to give them almost 30 seconds of warning before Esther came out of hiding with an unholy number of tapes, scales, blood vials, and other assorted tools for getting every detail of the two newcomers’ current status. Much to their bemusement, as Adam tried to explain things. Both were good sports about it, especially considering one particular thing.
Hayley kept looking around at the five remarkable specimens of womanhood. Adam remembered that both said they were bisexual. Given what was available to ogle, she couldn’t be blamed for it. “Wait, so you’re saying that none of you looked like this before coming here?”
Allison nodded. “I changed the least, but even so I definitely went up a league from where I was.”
“Always been jealous of the women who modeled the cosplay I made, and now you’re saying that can be me?” She was panting now, even if she winced as Esther drew her blood.
As the doctor capped the tube, she responded with careful consideration. “There is no telling if you will have a similar reaction, and even if so what it will be. Do not get your hopes up.”
From Hayley’s look, it was a bit late for that. “I know, I know, but it’s like… the dream, okay? Like someone letting me assemble a Planet Buster in Empires. Which makes two dreams this week”
Allison’s eyes widened. “Wait, that was YOU? On Monday, online? TheComet something?”
Hayley laughed. “Heck of a coincidence! Yeah, it was.”
“Why do you even use that?”
Hayley shrugged. “Because you’re asking that question. Say, Stacey, you’re being awfully quiet here. You okay?”
The mousy woman nodded, a very brief kind of gesture. “I am. It’s just… a lot to take in. My body isn’t much, but it’s mine. I wonder what will happen to it?”
“If it’s anything like what we see? I’m willing to take the chance.” Hayley noticed that Esther seemed to be done. “Does this mean we get to the good part, now?”
At Adam’s nod, Stacey shifted a bit in her seat. She looked to be an odd mix of eager and uncomfortable, not at all a look that anyone there was used to seeing or wearing. “If… I’m sorry, this is strange, the vaccination center told us that our new lives would demand us to be more open about sex, but…”
Shannon walked over and leaned down to look her in the eye. “Just say it. I’m pretty sure someone here would be happy to help.”
Stacey blushed hard. “Ah… Hayley, since we both need to… can we start this together with him?”
Both Adam and Hayley paused for almost a third of a second before saying “Sure.”
To the sounds of the other five women giggling, Adam led Hayley and Stacey to the room that had been set up for them. Storage until two days prior, it now had two basic beds and some decorations. This would be the last such expansion their household could handle, but for now it was enough. Adam closed the door behind them and all three stripped.
Both of the women were nearly shapeless, but in opposite ways. Hayley was built like a column, Stacey like a bundle of sticks. Both had smallish chests and modest hips, but that didn’t seem to matter much to Adam. Or, at least, it wasn’t stopping his erection as it came up into the open air. They stood, naked together and admiring, then the girls practically tackled him as one. They fell onto one of the beds, limbs an awkward tangle as each tried to feel, kiss, and caress the others. Eventually, Adam found himself in a more coherent kind of position. He was on his knees, set to enter the thinner Stacey from behind. His left hand was at her waist, his right squeezing Hayley’s perfectly serviceable rear as he pulled her towards him. Hayley’s mouth was at his neck as she kissed and nibbled, and before he could plan anything Stacey started pressing back onto him. She was tight, but she was more than ready for him, and ever so slowly Adam entered her. It took very little time before she suddenly cried out in ecstasy, her first orgasm of the night gripping him almost painfully hard and stopping his progress until she came down off her high.
Adam worked his way deeper into her, every stroke getting just a bit further, until he found himself bottoming out with some length to spare. Stacey cried out again, but when he tried to back out a bit she just pushed herself onto him even harder. “Don’t hold back, Adam! Give it to me!”
He nearly found himself just along for the ride. Whatever he tried, Stacey was already doing more and harder. He could feel his body ready to release, and decided to take her advice to not hold back. With a yell of his own, Adam shot his essence deeply into her. Stacey’s entire body seized up as the orgasm overtook her, before falling forward onto the pillow and starting to mutter “imprinting…”.
Hayley wasn’t going to waste the now-available dick in front of her. Heedless of where it had just been, or perhaps encouraged by it, she dove in and took hold, gently stroking with one hand to help it harden up faster. Her first experimental lick hit hard, though. Hayley’s eyes flew open as her entire body curled forward. She was obviously fighting as hard as she could to not scream, but equally obviously she almost lost that fight. “What the…”
Adam looked down at the woman closely contemplating his dick and smiled slightly. “I thought they tell you about that at the vax site. Pamphlets, and such.”
“Adam, I say this with all due respect, but there is a VAST difference between reading a pamphlet and getting the strongest orgasm of my FREAKING LIFE by FREAKING LICKING YOU.” She shimmied a bit to get space and rolled onto her back. “Now, get yourself between my legs before you go soft, those pamphlets said the second one is even better!”
The fact that there was already one unconscious girl on the bed made this slightly more awkward than it might have been otherwise. Adam was nothing if not inventive, though, especially when it came to this kind of problem. The solution ended up being him getting off the bed and grabbing Hayley by the thighs to drag her to the edge where he could reach more easily, then pounding into her while standing on the ground. From the yips and yesses coming out of her mouth, she had no problems with this whatsoever.
Adam could not believe how quickly he felt ready to go again. True, he’d been getting a LOT of good sex for the last four and a half months of his life, which helped make sure he could go two in a row like this. But even so, he knew for absolute fact that the feeling rising in his balls should not have come so fast. Less than five minutes after he orgasmed Stacey unconscious, he was shooting off into Hayley. Then hanging on for dear life as her back arched and hands gripped him tightly before she finally relaxed.
And suddenly there was quiet, broken only by the chorus of “imprinting… imprinting…” coming from the two women. Stacey was lighter, so Adam decided to gently carry her over to the other bed before tucking both in. The awkwardness could be for tomorrow. For this afternoon, for tonight, he needed to rest and plan how this was all going to work.
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Josh Beale
Another very good chapter!
