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Chapter 5 of 16



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 5 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 5

	"Yiiii!"  Shannon jumped three feet in the air!  Rachel erupted in a
snorting giggle that escaped past both hands covering her mouth.  "Wh-who is
this?" Shannon demanded, then grimaced.  "Honey Bun?"

	"I like it."  Rachel started beaming.  "This is Scott.  We met last
night in the restaurant, and it was love at first sight -- well, lust, at
least...  I'M in love, anyway..."

	"Now, now," I chided, "If I wasn't serious about you, we wouldn't be
here today!"

	"I know."  Rachel assumed a beatific expression and put her head on
my shoulder and rubbed my chest.

	Shannon's face flickered through a sequence of expressions, ending in
disbelief layered over hope.  "You're kidding, right?"

	"Not at all..." I replied, serious.

	"I know I've teased you before, Shan," Rachel insisted, "but this is
it!  This is the real thing!  BOY!  Is it the real thing!"  She resumed
beaming, clutching my left arm.

	I was surprised to see thunderheads gather on Shannon's face.
"You've REALLY got a boyfriend?  Oh, God!  What am I gonna do?"  Her lips
began quivering.

	"I was kind of hoping we could all hang out together..." Rachel
replied, her face a mask.  "I didn't think it would upset you!  I thought
you'd be happy for me!"

	"Oh, I am!" Shannon put her hand on Rachel's right forearm.  "I'm
THRILLED for you!  I'm just miserable for me..."

	"It's gonna be fine..." Rachel husked, but she was looking at me, her
expression troubled.  I knew what was up -- if this was a conventional
relationship, there was one of me and one of Rachel and I didn't rate a
second girl.  Rachel couldn't break cover and she couldn't hold out any hope
in the first place if I wasn't interested...

	Me, I couldn't make up my mind.  Shannon had that 'little bird with
the broken wing' thing that kind of tore at me -- but who knew whether she
was a bitch or not?  I decided that maybe the thing to do was provide
reassurance, so I rubbed Shannon's back.  "It'll be all right..."

	Shannon looked up at me with huge, haunted green eyes and asked,
"Will it?  Rachel is my only friend..."  Here face worked and she began to
sniffle...

	... But those eyes had done the job!  They'd sucked me right in,
showing me a lonely soul that KNEW it was going to be alone all its life...
Unlike Rachel, who wasn't a deep thinker and didn't let things she couldn't
control bother her, Shannon was too intelligent not to know that she was
never going to get a break...

	... Except, unbeknownst to her, things had altered radically in the
preceding five seconds!  I let my hand sweep around to her side and pulled
her against me and said, "It's gonna be just fine!"  Shannon didn't know what
to do with the attention, but didn't go anywhere; I gathered that being
cuddled against a guy was a luxury she couldn't pass up.  Rachel gave me a
look and I nodded confirmation -- Shannon was in if she wanted to be.

	The waiter showed up -- a persnickety, swishy guy who I figured was
gay, not that it mattered, except for the way we had to deal with him.  While
he gushed over some health-food wrap with sprouts, I settled back and let the
girls interact, releasing Shannon and examining my menu.  I had the AI flick
through the drone outputs on a four-second schedule while I pretended to be
interested in the specials.  When Swishy moved off, I asked what was good and
got two different opinions, neither one of which really suited my fancy.  The
two of them argued over everything like sisters, Shannon going, "You can't
eat that!  It's full of carbs!" to which Rachel replied blandly, "Eat it for
me, then.  You NEED carbs!  I'll just get a bite..."  We all settled on
something and Swishy came back and we ordered -- at which point I decided to
excuse myself so they could have more girl-talk.  I went off to the Men's
Room, but eavesdropped on them shamelessly using a drone...

	"He's very nice," Shannon ventured.

	"Wait until you've seen him in action!" Shannon giggled.

	Shannon cocked her head.  "What kind of action?"

	"Just about anything!" Rachel replied.  "Scott is the take-charge
type -- he's ex-military and he doesn't let much stop him.  You should have
been with us at the restaurant!"

	"I saw something on the news," Shannon replied, "What happened?"

	Rachel related the whole thing -- but left out the fact that we were
the targets.  Then she related how we met...  "I looked up and he was sitting
there, leaning out of his booth looking at me!  Naturally, I freaked -- I
couldn't imagine why he was doing it!  But he was all approval and had me do
a little spin in place and I was like, 'Is he kidding?'  Nobody EVER asked me
to do that!  But I did it and he waved me up and the next thing I knew he was
asking my name while he rubbed my bare butt under my dress and he was HOT and
gutsy and he told me I was cute -- and he meant it!  I was in love right
there!  He ordered a salad bar, so I did, too, and he was waiting for me when
I got there...  Momma and Daddy weren't thrilled, and both of them took a
turn at trying to pry us apart, but I sat with him while we ate.  Then we
were together in the parking lot, and he made sure I got out of the way when
the wild stuff started happening..."

	"Wow!" Shannon was nonplussed.  Hell, I was, too, hearing it...

	"Anyway, then we had to go to the police station and make statements
and do some other stuff, and we didn't get home until two o'clock.  I sneaked
him into bed and we slept late..."

	Shannon cocked her head.  "What did your mother say this morning?"

	Rachel grinned from ear to ear.  "A LOT of things -- especially after
we'd been pretty noisy making love..."

	"WHAT?  You DID IT?" Shannon's eyes popped behind her eyeglasses.

	"Oh, Boy!  Did we!  Omigawd!  You have no idea!  He's just...
perfect!" Rachel gushed.

	"He was good then, obviously."

	"Good doesn't come CLOSE!  Momma was jealous, I think!  Fortunately
Daddy had gone to work -- he never knew Scott was there..."  Rachel smiled,
clearly remembering...

	I was proud of her -- she got a lot of detail out there without
mentioning some stuff that Shannon shouldn't hear yet, and she did it very
smoothly.

	"This is pretty serious, then," Shannon mused.

	"Oh, yeah!" Rachel agreed.

	"Well, I'm happy for you..."

	"Don't get all whiney, Shan.  I'll share him, okay?"

	"Huh!  How far can THAT go?  Pretty soon, it'll be the two of you and
I'll just be sitting there..."

	"It doesn't have to be," Rachel pointed out.  "Girls share guys all
the time, nowadays."

	"Yeah, well, in harems.  What's his CAP score?"

	Rachel shrugged.  "I don't know.  I don't even CARE!  And it doesn't
matter WHAT his score is -- we can STILL share him.  He could have a two and
we could share him -- but he doesn't."

	Shannon cocked her head.  "How do you know?"

	"Think about it," Rachel replied.  "Do you think he had to take THIS
long to pee?  He's giving us our time to talk!  That's sweet -- and it's not
something a stupid guy would do, you know?"

	That was my cue, I figured.  I quit farting around and headed back to
the table.  Shannon eyed me appraisingly as I approached and I was reminded
that she wasn't stupid by any stretch.  'AI, display Shannon's CAP score
layout.'

	I nearly broke step!  Shannon was a six point three with some amazing
subscores, including loyalty, sexual potential (she was apparently a virgin,
although she masturbated and might use toys), and intelligence.  Her
parenting potential was considered above average, but not as good as Rachel's
-- which the AI displayed for comparison at a thought.  I was distracted as I
settled into my seat.  "So, have you two caught up?"

	"Mostly," Rachel replied, grinning triumphantly at Shannon, who was
still measuring me -- and finding me too big, apparently.

	"So, Scott -- Rachel seems to think you're bigger than life!"  She
leaned forward and added quietly, "What's your CAP score?"

	I made a point of glancing around.  "Nothing amazing."

	"Uh huh."  Shannon wasn't buying.  "Do you have a harem?"

	"No," I answered truthfully.  One concubine does not a harem make.

	"Rachel says she would share..."

	"She does, does she?" I pretended that this was news.  "Monogamy
isn't as important as it once was, but a guy with several girls in tow is a
moving target on a firing range these days.  I mean, I'm a guy, so having two
girls is a hot idea -- but..."

	I'd played it well; Shannon was less certain of herself.  But she
wasn't done -- the next item came from left field.  "Rache, that's a nice
choker.  Where did you get it?"

	Rachel wasn't prepared.  She fingered it and ventured, "Scott gave it
to me."

	"Uh... huh..."  I knew what she was thinking.  There had been no time
for shopping trips...  Turning to me, Shannon said flatly, "I wanna see it."

	"What?"

	"You KNOW what!"

	"Here?"

	Shannon settled back in her seat.  "You need to stop playing with
me."

	Rachel opened her mouth, but I silenced her with a wave -- denials
were a waste of time.  "Or you'll what?"

	Shannon grimaced and looked at her lap.  "Nothing, I guess.  But
you're not kidding me.  Maybe you're not a ten, but you're over the limit."

	I sighed.  "I didn't plan to rush things, but...  Rachel made you an
offer.  I approved it.  The ball is in your court."

	Shannon raised haunted eyes to mine.  "You're not playing with me,
are you?  This is the real thing?  The whole enchilada, if...?"

	"That's 'when,' not 'if'.  Yes.  Rachel asked me, but you made the
sale yourself."  I sat back.

	"What do I have to do?"  Shannon sat picking her fingers.  She chewed
her nails -- they were pretty ragged.

	"For now?  Say yes.  We aren't going to do stupid stuff in a
restaurant and piss somebody off.  But time starts now.  It's full-up -- I
get all privileges, immediately."

	Shannon flicked her eyes to her girlfriend.  "Rachel?"

	Rachel shrugged.  "I was hooked before we ever discussed this stuff.
I didn't even ask.  This is gravy, as far as I'm concerned -- I was gonna
move in with him if he lived in a barn!"

	Shannon gathered herself.  "Yes," she said firmly.

	"Okay."

	<The contract is registered.> the AI announced.

	"That's it?"

	"Like I said, this is neither the time nor the place.  Want a kiss or
something?" I asked.

	Shannon flicked a glance at her girlfriend.  "Rachel?"

	"If she can't put up with you kissing me, she made a mistake in
recommending you, didn't she?" I noted.

	Rachel grinned.  "He's right, you know.  Later, when the two of you
are doing it, I'm gonna want to help or something -- but I think I can keep
from being jealous."

	I took Shannon by the point of the chin and pulled her face to me,
pressing my lips to hers.  She went "Mmmph!" and then relaxed and her lips
opened.  And then she seemed to bloom -- She leaned into my right side and
clung and her mouth got all hot and wet and her tongue got frisky...

	We went at it for a minute or so; somewhere in there, Rachel's right
hand crept into my left, and I squeezed it, but she didn't get in the way of
anything.  At the end of it, Shannon broke it off and settled back in her
seat, gazing at Rachel.  "Ooooomigod..."  Rachel grinned from ear to ear.

	We were sitting there, grinning at one another when Shannon's phone
went off.  She pulled it out, looking vaguely irritated at the interruption,
poked it a few times, read the screen.  Then her eyes popped and her mouth
hung open and she looked like she was going to start hyperventilating!

	"Shan?  What is it, Sweetie?" Rachel asked, concerned.  Wide-eyed,
Shannon passed the phone over.

	Rachel read the message and handed the phone to me, giggling.  The
sender was 'confed' something or other and the message read, "Contract is
recorded.  Shannon Marie Fawkes is the bound concubine of Ensign Scott
Harshman, Confederacy Navy, effective immediately."

	I looked over at Shannon, somewhat embarrassed.  "I guess I wasn't
clear.  That's what I meant when I said, 'when.'  You were hooked up when you
said yes."

	"But..."

	"It's a long story and this place is way too public and we've already
made a scene, you know?  Let's talk somewhere private," I told her.  "You're
not unhappy, are you?"

	"GOD, no!"

	"Okay, then.  Let's enjoy our lunch."  I squeezed her hand.

	Rachel grinned from ear to ear.  "Wait'll I tell you what I left out
about last night!"

	Lunch showed up soon after and the girls shifted to mundane topics
and I just sat and chewed.  Everybody needed to chill and I was more than a
little concerned that we'd attracted too much attention, so I eyeballed the
drone video feeds -- but nothing happened.  No one seemed interested in us
but a corpulent couple in a booth nearby.  The woman, who was more or less
facing me, seemed to be trying to present herself favorably, meeting my eyes
whenever I looked that way and leaning up so that I could get a good view of
her rack -- which was sizeable.  The boyfriend sounded irritated, and I made
sure I was looking elsewhere any time he made the effort to turn and look my
way.  Since I lacked a real reason to be interested in her, she was wasting
her time, but I was flattered, sort of, despite the fact that she probably
weighed four hundred pounds and was pushing forty.  I had the AI nudge a
drone over there, just in case...

	"Myra, cut it out!  What's got into you, anyway?" the guy said.

	"I'm letting him know I'm available," Myra replied.

	"What am I, chopped liver?" the boyfriend carped.

	"Look, Baby, I love you and everything, but he's sitting with two
girls and all romantic with both of them!  What if he knows something?  What
if there's going to be a pickup?  You can't get me out of here...  Besides, I
haven't seen you waving any ring boxes!"

	"We've been living together for two years!" the guy complained.

	"Yes, and I love you and the sex is fantabulous and we're good with
each other -- but if the light outside goes gray and some chickie comes by
and says, 'I need a guy for my stable,' you're gone, right?  Well?"

	"Uuuhhh..."

	"Exactly.  Well, I get to advertize.  You can, too, if you like.  We
both need help or we're going to be food for something that looks like a big
dick with three legs."  She cocked her head and eyed him.  "I would at least
ask if the guy needed a backup..."

	"Well, that's sweet of you, Baby -- I guess..."  The guy sighed and
looked put-upon.

	"He's not looking, anyway," she sighed.  "If I wasn't sitting dead in
his line of sight, he wouldn't bother.  I was just... fantasizing, I guess."

	The guy found it in him to chuckle.  "You can't win if you don't
play."

	"Exactly."  Myra sighed.  "Sure, it's a waste of time, but so is the
lottery."

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	Rachel caught me.  "What are you doing, Sweetie?"

	"Checking the take from the drones."

	"Oh, okay."  Shannon looked confused, so she added, "Don't worry
about it -- he's working.  We'll explain later."  They went back to
discussing what they WEREN'T going to do -- like go back to classes at the
community college, in Rachel's case.

	"It's a waste of time.  I got what I came for," Rachel insisted.

	"Don't you want to learn anything?" Shannon asked.

	"Yeah, I want to learn to be the very best I can at my new job!"
Rachel replied.  "But I don't think I'll learn that in college."

	"Well..." Shannon began.

	"There is nothing wrong with continuing education," I pointed out,
"and there will be opportunities.  Rachel is probably right in that whatever
she would get in over the next few days would be a waste of time and effort,
but later, we can find things tailored to BOTH your needs."  Shannon pursed
her lips and nodded.

	"So, I shouldn't go back to class?" Shannon asked.

	"You don't have to.  We can get together later this evening somewhere
quiet and go through everything, or if you're not doing anything that you
feel is important, we can just go somewhere after we leave here."  I thought
a moment.  "Actually, you DO have somewhere to go -- but we need to have that
conversation first."

	Shannon grimaced.  "Western Civilization 102 can do without me.  I
have a feeling I'm going to get a whole new perspective on things."

	"Let's enjoy lunch and take off from here, then," I suggested.

	We weren't bothered by anyone.  We finished and gave Swishy his tip
and went out to our cars.  After some discussion, it was decided that Shannon
would follow me to the fleabag hotel room I'd rented for what I'd hoped would
be a short period before I settled into more permanent housing, either in
this town, or somewhere else.  "This was never meant to be long-term," I
explained apologetically, "Yesterday, I was a freshly discharged vet with no
place to live and no job, and I was conserving money while looking for work.
Why don't we call around and move up in the world?  I'm on an expense
account..."

	The first call I made was to Red.  "Are there any decent hotels on
our hit list?"

	"There was an incident at the Biltmore a couple of months ago," Red
noted.  "I was focused on restaurants and clubs and didn't even think of
that.  It was in the lounge, too.  It COULD have been a guy catching his wife
cheating, but it COULD have been an Earth First hit -- the target was a
prospective sponsor."

	"Okay," I told him, "I'm going to set up shop in a small suite if I
can get one.  We'll get you guys a place next door or something.  Bill it to
the project code, the expense is..."

	<Approved.> the AI interjected.

	"... pre-approved," I finished.

	"I like this detail already!" Red laughed.  "We'll see you there."

	At Red's suggestion, I didn't call the Biltmore directly -- I called
a travel agent and had THEM book me.  While I was at it, I had them arrange
rental for an Escalade from a rental car company.  I checked out of the hotel
and we drove to the rental agency and I picked up the SUV.  Rachel drove
while we took my beater car to a used car lot and sold it to the dealer.

	"Should I sell mine, too?" Shannon asked.

	"It's certainly an option," I decided.  "We can keep you in cab
fare."  So she sold her aged VW Rabbit and we all got in the Escalade and
went to the Biltmore to check in.

	At the hotel, I made to try to lug all of my stuff, but Rachel put a
hand on my arm.  "That's not what we're doing here, Sweetie, is it?"  Since
she was right, I merely carried my briefcase full of gadgets and the girls
lugged my luggage as we bellied up to the counter.  A bellboy appeared
promptly once we got there.  I gave my name and learned that we were in Suite
863.

	"There will be three of you?" the clerk asked.

	"At least.  Perhaps as many as five."  I made a point of looking her
over.  She got the point -- and preened a bit.  I didn't react one way or the
other.  Objectively, she wasn't bad, but chicks that looked good were a dime
a dozen -- I basically ignored her; I was taking in the feed from the drones
flitting around the lobby.  We were getting reactions, but nothing huge...
Turning, I waved the bellboy forward.  "Come, girls..."  Rachel and Shannon
obediently fell into step behind me.  I made sure to rub skin on both of them
on the way up; Rachel played up, but Shannon was nervous -- which made sense,
since she didn't know what was going on.  Well, the time was coming.

	The room was a small suite with a sitting room with a fold-out couch
between two bedrooms, one of which had a king bed and the other two queens.
We were barely inside the room when I said, "Get comfortable, girls!"  Rachel
thought about it for maybe two seconds, then started coming out of her
outfit.  Shannon blinked and began slowly following suit.  The bellboy got an
eyeful before I closed out business with him; Rachel was naked and Shannon
down to her underclothes.  When he was gone, I clamped a hand on Shannon's
wrist and said, "That's enough for now.  Thanks for being quick on the
uptake, Honey Bun -- it was a last-minute thought."  I pulled her in for a
kiss.

	<The room is secure,> the AI announced.  I subvocalized an
acknowledgement and turned to Shannon.  "I think it's time I answered some
questions."

	"Please?"  Shannon was distinctly nervous.

	"Why don't you tell her what REALLY happened last night while I make
some arrangements?" I asked Rachel.

	Rachel nodded.  "Shan, Sweetie, we weren't just there for the Earth
First attack last night -- Scotty was the target!  Scotty and I were playing
footsie in his booth and Daddy got pissy and tried to drag me off and it
attracted the attention of the Earth First guys.  When we went out to the
parking lot, somebody in a car tried to shoot Scotty and me with a
machinegun, but Scotty figured out that something was coming and had me duck
behind some cars while he shot both of them..."

	"You shot two people?"  Shannon's eyes were huge!

	"Three, actually," I replied, shrugging off my jacket and revealing
my shoulder holster.  I was busy communing with the AI over arrangements for
Shannon.  Shannon gasped.

	"There was a guy with a machinegun in the car, and a woman driving
it..." Rachel amplified.

	"Machine pistol, Honey Bun," I corrected.  "A machinegun is bigger."

	"Well, whatever."  Rachel waved it off.  "He killed the guy with the
gun and shot the woman a couple of times.  Then the cops came and while
everybody was watching the excitement Scotty and a couple of cops sneaked up
on two guys in the restaurant and arrested one -- but Scotty killed the other
one.  That's what the cop said, anyway."

	"They were acting as spotters and fingered us," I explained.  "One of
them tried to be quick-draw in the restaurant.  I planned to wing him, but he
moved wrong.  I'm not REALLY Death on two legs..."

	"So we had to go to the police station, and there was this
Confederacy guy there.  Apparently, Scotty had attracted some other crazy
earlier that day, so the guy offered to pick him up right then and there if
Scotty would act as bait to catch more Earth First crazies.  Scotty said yes
and I said yes and we spent several hours in orbit getting... in-processed, I
guess..."  Rachel wound down.  "THAT's why we were late...  Only Momma was
up, and Scotty convinced her that she shouldn't get real upset about
everything, so we went to bed in my room."

	"So we're bait for whackos?" Shannon summed it up.

	"Yeah.  It's for a week or so, then I report for my normal Navy gig,"
I told her.  "It's temporary duty, sort of."

	"So you did the Confederacy medical thing already?" Shannon asked.
"You don't look any different..."

	"It wouldn't do for us to look different," I replied, "It would
interfere with the mission.  We're supposed to be waiting for pickup.  We're
different in invisible ways.  Hold still, Honey Bun..."  I proceeded to pick
Rachel up, mostly using my left hand, only bracing her back with my right.
While Shannon watched, amazed, I said, "We both have enhanced senses and
reflexes and strength.  I have no plan to change Rachel significantly, anyway
-- she's cute as she is."

	Rachel stuck her tongue out at Shannon.  "See?  I'm cute!  He's
insane, but I LOVE his particular brand of insanity!"

	Shannon giggled, then sobered.  "So now what?"

	"Now we get you enhanced," I replied.  "Then we spend the next few
days pretending to do a poor job of pretending we're normal."

	"Um, I get it.  Nothing obvious, just little mistakes, like we're
hiding being a harem, but forgetting every once in a while," Shannon mused.

	"Yeah, just like that," I agreed.  "We have a pair of detectives from
the local police force in support."

	"Kind of like Superman and his fake eyeglasses."

	"Exactly.  Speaking of which..."

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