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Chapter 9



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 9 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 MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

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

Chapter 9

	"Sorry?" I asked.  Did he want one of MY slots?

	"I wouldn't ask you for a slot for myself, either, because we would
hate one another -- I'm not the kind of person who works and plays well with
others.  But Faye looks at you and she sees someone young and virile and
capable of taking her to the stars -- and even though she would never
consciously betray me, her needs surface and she projects them
unconsciously."  Roger smiled crookedly.  "Faye is highly-sexed, like her
daughter.  I'm told that you two put on quite an exhibition yesterday
morning.  It's been over a year since I've been able to perform, and Faye was
powerfully affected..."  There was another pause.  "Besides, didn't you say
something to her?"

	"Rachel asked me to.  I really didn't expect..."

	"You didn't expect me to find out?"  Roger chuckled.  "She came clean
while we were changing for dinner -- after I lit into her over the blouse."

	"For the record, she never said yes.  And I never promised anything
-- I just asked her if she would like to be considered.  She HAS done it all
before, after all...  She didn't give me an answer, even." I noted.

	"Still, it IS out there.  Would you take her?  For Rachel?  For me?"

	"I'll consider it.  I already was."

	"I'm sure you could take some hot young thing..."

	"I have two of THOSE already!" I exclaimed.

	"You're a sensible man.  I plan to tell her that she is free to chase
you if she wishes -- and free to accept an invitation, should you present
one."

	I pursed my lips.  "That's your prerogative.  I told her right off
that I was not seeking to undermine her committed relationship."

	Roger chuckled.  "It's undermined enough -- and I did most of the
tunneling.  I appreciate your efforts to preserve her reputation, but I
wouldn't have blamed her if she'd offered herself on the spot!"

	"She was loyal nonetheless," I insisted.  "You underestimate her if
you think otherwise."

	"I believe you," Roger said quietly.  "But I plan to release her for
her own good."

	"I make no promises," I insisted.  "Things could happen...  Frankly,
I don't really understand your attitude..."

	Roger shook his head.  "People still die, Son.  They may have all
kinds of super medicine up there -- but it hasn't come down here.  I'm not
going -- I KNOW that.  I'm taking care of my family as best I can."

	I nodded.  "At the very least, I have Rachel -- and I WILL make
promises where she is concerned!  I would want her if I had a lot less to
offer -- and she will NOT see abuse!"

	"Let's go in," Roger changed the subject.  I followed him back inside
and he went on to the Men's Room while I returned to the booth.

	"Where have you been, Lover?" Rachel asked.

	"What do you all do in the Ladies Room?" I shot back, "besides the
obvious?"

	"I don't see any make-up," Faye gibed.

	I grunted.  "I'm really good at it."

	"Seriously," Faye asked, leaning forward and deploying her cleavage.
"Did you two have words?"

	"Not like that," I replied.  "We had a talk.  Man talk.  We're good,
I think.  If you want details, though, that's up to him."

	Faye nodded and sat back -- which told me that Roger was coming up
the aisle.  Roger settled into his seat and Faye asked, "So, are we family?"

	"We are," Roger replied gravely.  "Pass the salt?"

                       ----------------------------------

	That wasn't the end of it, of course.  Rachel lit into me on the way
to the hotel in the Escalade.  "What happened with Daddy?"

	"We had a meeting of the minds," I replied.

	Evasion failed; women do it too often not to recognize it.  "We
didn't talk about Daddy, yesterday.  What do you know?"

	"I didn't know much, then," I admitted.  "I had some data from the AI
that indicated that he MIGHT have some issues."

	"What did Daddy tell you?"

	"He's sick -- and tired."  I sighed.

	"Go on..."  Rachel eyed me.  "Is he gonna die?"

	"He says so -- and he offered some fairly convincing evidence."

	"Damn."  She leaned across the seat to get to my shoulder and started
shaking and making it wet.  Shannon slid up to put an arm around her.
"When?"

	"He didn't give me a timeframe.  He's happy that you're taken care
of.  He got on the bandwagon regarding your mother.  He says they're damaged
beyond repair and it's his fault, but he wants what is best for her.  I tried
to offer some hope, but he says he's tired and he really wouldn't want to go
through it all again -- especially now..."

	"So..."

	"He's given up."

	"What did he say about Momma?"

	"He's going to -- how did he put it?  'I plan to tell her that she is
free to chase you if she wishes -- and free to accept an invitation, should
you present one.'  That's what he said.  The whole conversation was kind of
embarrassing, because I was trying to cover everyone's tracks and she'd
apparently told him everything."  I rubbed her leg for a moment.

	"Momma would do that," Rachel muttered.  "As ugly as things are, she
still loves him and she's still up-front with him."

	"It's returned, I think."

	"I know."

	"Be good to him.  If he's right -- and it appears that he is -- you
won't be seeing him again, once we're gone -- but that also goes for Nick and
maybe your momma.  If you have things to say, let's make sure you get them
said."  I'd missed that opportunity, myself, and it was painful.  My parents
were both gone...

	"I'm lucky, aren't I?" Rachel sniffled.  "If I'd been in a regular
pickup..."

	"Yeah.  Yeah, you are," I agreed.  "Take advantage of it."

                       ----------------------------------

	What with the various family ruckuses, we didn't go out; we returned
to the hotel and did the grand promenade through the lobby and went up to our
rooms, then Red, Mike, and I tried to put together a BETTER plan for the
following day and night -- which would be Wednesday.  Alisha and Cheryl got
to audit the various family gatherings -- Mrs. Fawkes, in particular.  The
woman was positively foaming at the mouth and called several friends and her
pastor and told everyone in sight that I'd led her daughter astray and into
sin.  Shannon, herself, didn't seem to share that sentiment; she was unhappy
that she had to assist the policewomen in analyzing her mother's activities
because it meant that she wasn't glued to me.  Shannon was absolutely
ecstatic to be with me in a way that differed from Rachel's attitude but was
every bit as powerful.  In my mind, Rachel and I were, 'the pair' -- but
Shannon had connections to both of us, which somehow allowed the situation to
be balanced.  Her connections to us allowed Shannon to blossom -- and she
deserved to do so; I was happy to help!

	Bedtime came and I wondered if there would be friction, but Shannon
asked Rachel, "Teach me how to give a blowjob?  Please?" and I got to be the
target.  She took a little bit, but got the hang of it after a short time and
I was happy to grant her a mouthful of success, after which she cleaned me
and got me hard again, then sat back on her haunches and said, "Okay!"  And
at THAT point, Rachel attacked me with her lips and hands and her body and
her hot, wet pussy, and I won the battle but lost the war and ended up
invading her uterus -- twice!

	After that, we were a man sandwich -- I went to sleep with my cock
stuck in the crack of Rachel's ass and one hand full of her left breast while
Shannon pressed herself against my back.

                       ----------------------------------

	Wednesday morning, the girls and I and the early team -- Red and
Cheryl -- headed out to a family restaurant that got the occasional pickup
and might have seen trouble once or twice.  On this particular morning, it
didn't, so we set out to hit some high-visibility tourist attractions -- the
local zoo, for one.  Overall, the outing was okay from a tourism perspective,
but boring from an espionage perspective.  The girls were out in some fairly
revealing rigs -- short skirts and a halter for Rachel and a tube top for
Shannon -- and I was pretty obvious about fondling both of them, but aside
from an audience of people who were either amused or scandalized, nothing
wildly exciting in the way of a reaction came out of it.

	We went back to the chain restaurant for lunch.  There was a serious
crowd and we had to wait, but we all got in okay.  We weren't hassled, but my
radar lit off again.  Red and I agreed that we would retire to our rooms at
the hotel after lunch and go over the surveillance in-depth, because
SOMETHING was off...

	We didn't find it, even after examining the surveillance from the
previous day.  Many of the employees were the same and a few of the
customers, but there was no evidence of undue attention from anywhere.  Red
and I had both felt it, though.

	In the afternoon, we went shopping in department stores.  We didn't
-- couldn't -- generate the uproar we'd created in the clothing store, but I
did what I could.  We decided that we might want to hit somewhere trendy and
touristy the next day.  In the meantime, I cut Rachel and Shannon loose and
they headed over to Rachel's to be with her family for a while.  The plan was
for them to come back around seven-thirty and change and then we would all go
out and hit the club I got in trouble in early that week.

	Rachel called me around five-thirty and asked, "Daddy wants to know
when we're actually leaving..."  I had no idea.  I went back and forth with
the AI and Red and Mike -- and it appeared that police assets were the
primary issue.  Of course, as far as where I was going to end up posted on a
colony, that was totally up to arrival times in orbit and what was there...
Nobody seemed to care too much about that -- if the colony ship in orbit was
headed for a place without a Navy base, we would get held over somewhere
temporarily, awaiting transit -- probably the new moon base that was under
construction -- until something came in headed my way.

	As I said, the primary driver appeared to be police asset scheduling
-- and while they could be somewhat flexible, since there were working on the
confederacy's dime, we needed to show something for our efforts soon.

	"It looks like sometime next week, Honey Bun, unless we start seeing
results," I related.  "Maybe a week from today.  We could go into next
weekend, but without good reason, we'll have to pack it in and let the police
go back to hunting other offenders."

	"Okay, thanks Lover.  I'll tell him.  I mean, it's not like
somebody's birthday is coming up or anything..." Rachel replied.

	"Yeah, well, if he wants to throw a going away party or something, we
need to plan around it," I advised.

	"I'll let him know," Rachel promised.  "Bye, Lover!  See you later!"

	When they returned, it was with a request that we all get together
somewhere for another family dinner -- Thursday night or over the weekend --
and then perhaps a 'quiet breakfast at home' on Sunday.  Well that didn't
seem too bad, particularly since Roger had been clear with his daughter over
expectations for the dinner out.  "Daddy says if we want to go to a
restaurant-bar or something and go topless, he'll try to be good about it.
He says he should have no problem playing the father getting used to his
daughter being in a pre-pack."

	"You can tell him that he can complain some -- that would probably be
in character," I chuckled.  "Red, can we work something up for this?  Let's
go over the list..."

	Mike and Alisha were going over the surveillance of Mrs. Fawkes, who
was telling all and sundry that her daughter had become a sinner and was
beyond redemption and that I was the devil incarnate -- but of course she
didn't even know my name...  She'd run into that problem, too -- and Mike
came to me to ask, rather delicately, "You know, maybe Shannon should call
her mother and let her pry your name out of her.  She's the hottest lead we
have yet..."  That put the ball in my court to make the request...

	Shannon grimaced.  "Well, momma won't shoot you -- her broom is
probably her most potent weapon.  But you're right -- she COULD unmask
someone..."

	... So she got on the phone...  "Momma?"

	"Shannon!  I TOLD you you're disowned!  You're not my daughter --
you've been sullied by that sinner -- what's his name, anyway?  I need it so
I can call God's wrath upon him in my prayers..."

	Shannon rolled her eyes.  "It's Scott, Momma.  Scott Harshman."

	"Has that spawn of the devil put you out to peddle your sullied
virtue yet?  Are you living with that wicked creature Rachel at her house?
Where should I forward your mail?"

	I shook my head, listening.  Mike waved his hand for Shannon to
continue.

	"Yes, Rachel is with Scott, too -- but we're not at her house, her
daddy is upset about things.  We're in a hotel..."  She related the name of
the hotel and its address.

	Mike, who was monitoring the drones we left, said, "She's writing
everything down!"

	I rubbed my face.  "I hope this isn't entrapment..."

	Mother Fawkes didn't leave Shannon hanging -- she called down the
wrath of God on her daughter and hung up on her promptly, once she had her
information -- then left the house headed for her church so fast it looked
like maybe her tail feathers were on fire!

	"I think her broom has an afterburner!" Mike chuckled.  "We'd better
deploy a couple of drones to keep an eye on her contacts..."

	"Agreed.  It could be a wild goose chase, but you never know..."  The
AI transported in another case of drones, then I took it outside to the
parking garage and piggybacked four small drones on a larger one.  The AI was
to navigate it to its destination and return it to the top of the Escalade
for pickup.  Meanwhile, we got the interview between Mrs. Fawkes and her
pastor on video...

	It was clear at the outset that the Reverend Mr. Marshall had given
Shannon's mother instructions regarding the collection of my name and address
and that there would be some kind of demonstration, at the very least.  But
that wasn't the whole enchilada, by ANY means!

	"Now, now, Rebecca," the Reverend chided her gently as she ran out of
steam after a lengthy period of ranting and raving.  "Young Shannon has been
in trouble with the Lord before -- we're all aware of your trials.  Sadly, it
is difficult to identify your exact failure in her upbringing, but..."

	"I know, Reverend," Rebecca Fawkes replied humbly, "the failure is
mine.  I have sinned."

	"I know this weighs heavily upon you, Rebecca," the Reverend noted.
"I know your soul is in torment.  Perhaps an act of contrition would ease
you."

	"So true, so true..." Mrs. Fawkes replied.  "Have you something in
mind, Reverend?"

	"Let me gather a couple of deacons and see what we can come up with,
Rebecca.  Wait here..."  The Reverend bustled out.

	I flicked a glance at Mike -- we were watching this on the big screen
provided by one of the 'paintings' that had been put in place for
teleconferencing.  Mike pursed his lips.  "Does it seem to you like she's
looking forward to whatever it is?"

	"Religious zeal like that..." I looked over at Shannon and bit my
lip.  "Masochism?  Let's go to your room."  We used the transporter pads.
The AI had already fired up the other monitor.  "AI?  Please shut down the
monitor in my room..." I directed.  "Split-screen, if you can.  Have the
other drones arrived?"

	"Yes, Ensign."

                       ----------------------------------

	"Mrs. Fawkes has brought us the name and address of the spawn of the
Devil who led her daughter astray," the Reverend announced to the three men
in the next room.  "I was thinking that it might provide the faithful with a
situation wherein they can demonstrate their faith.  We haven't done anything
major in the way of evangelism in some time -- this could be an opportunity
to inspire the flock to do a good work, bringing the sins of these
unbelievers into the light of day..."

	"A demonstration, perhaps, Reverend?" one of the deacons asked.

	"My thought, exactly, Brother Parsons.  I would ask you all to go to
the phones and exhort the faithful to appear at this hotel..."  He read off
the name and address of the hotel, "... tomorrow morning at nine a.m.
Brother Parsons, I would like to ask you to lead the exhortation and the
readings on the steps of this den of iniquity, and call forth this sinner --
this, ah, Scott Harshman -- and rebuke him.  Would you do that for me?"

	"Certainly, Reverend!  I would be honored!"  Brother Parsons swelled
visibly.

	"I'm sure you have much to do, so I'll ask you to go and make your
calls and prepare yourself to represent us with honor, Brother..."  The
Reverend patted Brother Parsons on the shoulder.  "I'm going to hold your
colleagues for a moment before releasing them to go to the telephones, but
you should use every moment..."

	"Thank you, Reverend!  I certainly appreciate this opportunity!  I
can't wait to start!" Brother Parsons babbled as the Reverend ushered him to
the door.

	The Reverend returned to the other two men, having closed the door
behind Brother Parsons.  "Our sister Rebecca feels the burden of her failure
to raise her daughter in such a way as to tread the path of righteousness,
and has revealed to me that she feels that an act of contrition would ease
her soul.  I asked you to remain because while I cannot fault Brother
Parsons' missionary zeal, he sometimes falls short when it comes to
navigating his way through more secular matters."  He smiled fatuously.
"Brother Devlin, Brother Robinson, I thought you might assist me in providing
surcease to Rebecca.  I think that we are all aware that sister Rebecca has
limited assets -- but there are times when her explosive temperament can be
harnessed to support a truly impressive... release..."  Both of the deacons
began to smile.  "Please allow me to present the case -- she tends to accept
things from me, couched properly, better than any other man, I think --
including her departed husband.  Once she is committed, however, you will
find that she will adapt..."  The deacons nodded.  "Come, then..."  The
Reverend waved them forward, leading them into the adjoining room where
Rebecca Fawkes awaited them.

	"Rebecca, I have asked Brother Devlin and Brother Robinson to join
us," the Reverend began, taking her hand.  "I have seen your pain and believe
that an act of contrition is the best medicine.  The nature of the act is
clear to me, too -- your daughter has sullied herself and delivered her
chastity and the pleasures of her body to sinners and you must redeem this by
making a similar offering in the Lord's holy name to offset this sin.  Do you
understand me, Sister -- do you understand the sacrifice being asked of you?"

	"I do, Reverend!  I surely do!" Rebecca cried.

	"Then I ask that you remove your clothing, Sister, and offer us the
sacrifice of the pleasures of your body, so that we may partake and validate
that sacrifice!"

                       ----------------------------------

	I eyed Mike.  "Do you believe this?"  On the screen, Mrs. Fawkes
dumped out of the sack of a housedress she was wearing and moved rapidly on
to her underclothing, a beatific smile on her face.

	Mike shook his head.  "Even money says the Reverend has done this
before with her -- maybe several times -- and it is her sex life -- the whole
thing.  Her husband probably left her when he realized that the Reverend was
getting what little she would put out, while she told HIM that he made sinful
demands..."

	"No bet!" I grunted.  "How in the Hell am I going to break this to
Shannon?"

	Mike shrugged.  "You could pass..."  On the screen, Rebecca Fawkes
was down on her knees thanking the Reverend sincerely for the opportunity to
expiate her daughter's imaginary sins while helping him get out of his
pants...

                       ----------------------------------

	We sat through it -- Mike, Alisha and I.  Alisha had been in the
bathroom preparing for the evening during the warm-up, but arrived in time
for the main event.  We watched Rebecca Fawkes suck Reverend Marshall to a
nice, solid erection, then kneel up on the couch and take it in her cunt
while sucking Brother Devlin.  When the good Reverend had delivered his load
of semen, Brother Devlin stepped up and replaced him and Brother Robinson
stepped up to be fluffed.  Rebecca Fawkes had her daughter's response curve,
augmented by her high-strung temperament -- probably brought on by the fact
that her sexual escapades were few and far between -- and she put on one
helluva show, even to the point of taking Brother Devlin up the ass while re-
inflating the Reverend's cock for Round Three!  She definitely took three
loads from two of them, and may have sucked a third out of Brother Robinson
while I answered Shannon's call in split-screen, late in the action.

	"When are you going to get dressed?"

	"Soon, Sweetheart," I placated.  "Tell me about your momma's sex
life."

	Shannon shrugged.  "She doesn't have one."

	"Beg to differ, Sweetheart.  It appears that every once in a while
she performs an 'act of contrition' for her sins or yours or the barking
dog's down the street for the good Reverend Marshall and/or one or more of
the church elite.  The one I'm witnessing is a gang-bang."

	"She does?  You are?"  You could have knocked over Shannon with a
feather!

	"Sweetheart, we're watching her do the Reverend and two Deacons --
and she's holding nothing back!" I informed Shannon.

	"OMIGOD!"

	"Yeah, exactly.  I'll be along in a bit -- the show is about over, I
think."

	It was, too -- only a couple of minutes later, the Reverend croaked,
"Go, sister, and sin no more!"  Rebecca Fawkes could barely crawl to the door
with her droopy clothing dragging on the floor clutched in one hand.  It was
no surprise that she was wasted...

	The three of us sat there, embarrassed.  I had a hardon that could
have ripped a hole in my pants, despite the fact that Rebecca Fawkes was
skinny and homely and old enough to be my mother -- such raw sexuality wasn't
something you could dismiss.  Mike and I shared a glance and I knew he was
hard up, too.  Alisha sat there for a moment and then muttered, "I need to
change my panties..."

	I grunted.  "I don't know what kept one of us from doing something
inappropriate..."  I didn't, either -- particularly since I would fuck Alisha
in a heartbeat, anyway.

	"I don't know how inappropriate it would have been," Alisha muttered
in a choked voice.  "It CERTAINLY wouldn't have been rape -- not for either
of you!"

	"Well, we dodged the bullet," Mike grunted.  "Frankly, I'd rather
have been hit..."

	I had a sudden urge to be elsewhere.  "Gotta go change clothes.  I'll
see you guys later..."  I hit the transporter pad and was gone.

	To this day, I don't know whether they fucked or not.

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