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Chapter 10



 
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 10 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!

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

Chapter 10

	Shannon was somewhat dazed by the whole idea, but apparently, it made
sense.

	"You know, Momma would sometimes get more worked up than usual about
something, and she would go off to church and come back calm..." she mused.
"I thought religion was good for her, naturally -- it never crossed my
mind..."

	"I thought she was going to hurt herself, she went at it so hard!" I
replied.  "You can see it anytime you want, but..."

	"Yeah.  I don't want to.  There is something about the idea of
watching your mother..." she muttered.  I nodded agreement.

	I went off and showered and cleaned up, taking my time, then checked
in with the team in the other room.  Red answered; Mike and Alisha were
cleaning up.  "So, what is Brother Parsons doing?" I asked.

	"Arranging a demonstration for outside the hotel at nine o'clock,"
Red chuckled.  "I figure we'll give them a few minutes to draw a crowd, then
we'll have a black and white pull up and ask them for their permit and ask
them to disperse -- that ought to make the news..."

	"So, breakfast in the hotel restaurant?" I queried.

	"I think so."

	An hour later, the seven of us were in three groups, doing it up at
the dance club I'd ended up clocking a guy in a couple of days before.  The
bartender recognized us and said, "Got your pre-pack already?"

	"Nah," I replied.  "I'm a couple short.  I'm taking my time, you
know?  Targets of opportunity..."  He gave me a wink and a nod -- and he
spread the word, obviously, because women started drifting our way to the
point that it was sometimes hard for me to keep track of Rachel and Shannon
during fast dances.  There were three or four disgruntled boyfriends, but
they tended to vent on their dates for being mercenary, not on me.  We went
home after midnight and Shannon rode me energetically, then Rachel re-
inflated my erection with her mouth and I drove her, missionary-style, and
crashed on her afterward.  Everyone was happy...

	We were up at seven-thirty.  Red and Cheryl had the morning lead and
the five of us went through probe surveillance of various church members and
such in preparation for the big nine o'clock demonstration.  We were in the
hotel restaurant when Brother Parsons showed up early at eight-thirty.  He
didn't start anything early, though -- he was just there to organize.  At
nine, he had probably twenty-five of the faithful, and he went forward at
that point, having them pull out their signs that said things like, 'A Pre-
pack isn't Marriage -- it is Sin!' and 'Sex Slavery is Sinful!' and other
rants.  Hey, I can see some of it, considering -- but things have changed a
lot.  But there was a lot of extremist ranting going on -- once Brother
Parsons had his pulpit and was foaming at the mouth, things heated up
rapidly!  I was apparently a heathen and a devil-worshipper and violent and
abusive and committed sex crimes -- you name it.

	The hotel let it go on until he invaded the lobby, at which point the
desk staff called the police -- who arrived virtually instantly.  TV news
outlets had arrived by then and there were various interviews and footage of
a couple of arrests among the faithful -- including Brother Parsons -- and
the dispersal of the demonstration.  At noon, there was a follow-up with
Rebecca Fawkes, who declaimed that I had sullied her daughter and led her to
sin and that what I was doing was an offense to God.  We wandered out of the
hotel around two and ran into reporters who wanted to hear something from us.
I went with 'no comment' and Shannon virtually hid behind me, but Rachel got
out there and said, "We love Scotty -- he's our man!  Shannon's momma --
well, jeez, you talked to her, right?  Isn't it pretty clear that she isn't
wrapped too tight?"  The newsies wouldn't leave us alone and kept crowding
Shannon; she clung to me and hid her face in my chest and told somebody who
managed to get a mike in close enough, "We're happy!  I love Scotty!  We just
want to be left alone!"

	I managed to take things up at that point and declare, "Shannon is a
shy and private person and this is traumatic for her.  There is nothing
sordid about what we're doing -- we love each other.  No laws are being
broken.  Her mother and that church group ought to be ashamed of themselves
for causing Shannon this distress."  Then I hustled them to the Escalade and
we got out of there.

	The newsies had our cell phone numbers by then and called again and
again clamoring for an interview.  Eventually, we arranged for Rachel and
Shannon to do one-on-one's with a local female news anchor and we went to the
studio.  By then, we had an escort of regular cops -- and Red and Mike and
Cheryl and Alisha were in the hotel watching remotes and tracking Shannon's
mother and everyone they could at the church with assistance from the AI.

	We went to the studio and they started with Shannon...

	Reporter:  "Why don't you tell us your side of the story?"

	Shannon, clearly nervous:  "Nobody likes to say bad things about
their mother or a church, but...  Well, this is none of their business, you
know?"

	"Reporter:  "Your mother says you've been... sullied.  How would you
answer that?"

	Shannon:  "She means that I had sex with Scott.  I did -- I gave him
my virginity -- and it was WONDERFUL!"  She smiled beatifically.

	Reporter:  "Did he coerce you?"

	Shannon:  "What?  NO!  Look, I'm nineteen, and there hasn't been a
line at my door.  Scott was wonderful!  I went to bed nervous, but I wanted
it -- and it was GREAT!  Momma lives in the last century or someplace --
actually someplace pretty weird, since during the last century, if I'd gone
this long without a boyfriend, I'd have been considered an old maid!"

	Reporter:  "Two of you are still sharing him, though.  You can't
marry."

	Shannon:  "We know that -- it won't matter.  Besides, marriage isn't
what it was.  If you go far enough back, marriage wasn't one-on-one, even in
the Bible!"

	Reporter:  "You said it won't matter.  This is a pre-pack, isn't it?"

	Shannon:  "That's irrelevant."

	Reporter:  "It seems to be the issue, here."

	Shannon:  "It might be for some.  It isn't for us."

	Reporter:  "What's Scott's CAP score?"

	Shannon:  "You know, I don't know, for sure -- I've never seen his
card."

	Reporter:  "Then he could be lying about it."

	Shannon, shaking her head:  "No, other people clearly know -- and
this is a pretty big mess to be a hoax.  Yes, I'm taking his word for it --
but it wouldn't matter, anyway."

	Reporter:  "Why not?"

	Shannon, cocking her head and eyeing the reporter as if she were an
idiot:  "Because I love him."

	The interview with Rachel didn't go THAT well...

	Reporter:  "So, Rachel, why are you with Scott?"

	Rachel, tittering:  "Love, silly!"

	Reporter:  "How did you meet?"

	Rachel:  "In a restaurant.  It was love at first sight.  I saw him
and he saw me and, well..."  She looked down at herself.  "The very first
thing he said to me was, 'You're cute -- you know that?'  Well, frankly, I
DIDN'T know that, but he's slowly convincing me!"

	Reporter:  "So he told you his CAP score..."

	Rachel:  "No, he didn't, actually.  His CAP score has never been an
issue.  I'd have moved in with him if it had been a three.  He told my mother
that they could discuss it in private -- but I'm not sure they ever did."

	Reporter:  "So you don't know his score?"

	Rachel:  "No"

	Reporter:  "How do you know...?"

	Rachel:  "The police do.  After the shooting at the restaurant..."

	Reporter:  "Shooting?  What shooting?"

	Rachel:  "You remember -- it was only a couple of days ago.  They
were shooting at Scotty!  It was the second time that day someone tried to
kill him!"

	I was sitting off to the side, out of sight.  A couple of the people
in the studio spun to me, wide-eyed, then there was a scramble.  I just put
up my hands and waved them off and they headed for their computers to get the
background.  Everything ground to a halt for about twenty minutes while they
begged me to make a statement and they prepared the reporter with the
background of the previous Sunday evening.  I refused to go on camera.  After
a bit, they resumed...

	Reporter:  "So you were in the restaurant last Sunday evening?"

	Rachel, dimpling:  "Yes.  It's where Scotty and I met.  I was having
dinner with my family.  Scotty saw me coming down the aisle as we came in,
and the rest is history..."

	Reporter:  "What happened in the restaurant?  With the Earth First
group?"

	Rachel, looking vexed:  "Daddy triggered it.  Scotty was trying to
convince him that he was an okay guy without broadcasting that he was
sponsor-class all over the place -- after all, some guy had tried to kill him
in a dance club earlier in the day -- but Daddy got loud and obnoxious and
tried to drag me off!"  She looked mildly penitent.  "I guess I wasn't
helping any -- I was teasing Daddy a little by cuddling up to Scotty and
being stubborn about things -- but I wanted to be with Scotty, you know?  I
didn't CARE about his silly CAP score!"  She sat there, looking adorable, for
a moment, then continued.  "Daddy got a little loud and there were a couple
of guys in the corner who were looking for somebody to shoot at.  When we all
got up to leave, they called the people in the car, and when we came outside,
the car came up and a machinegun -- no, machine pistol -- stuck out of the
window and started shooting at us!"

	Reporter:  "Then what happened?"

	Rachel:  "Scotty saw something that made him suspicious, and one of
the inside guys followed us to the door, so he had me duck between two cars.
Then he shot the guy with the machine pistol and the woman who was
driving..."

	Reporter:  "My goodness!  That's impressive!"

	Rachel:  "Scotty was in the war.  He knows how to do these things."
She turned to face the camera and added, waving a finger, "Don't mess with
him!"

	Reporter:  "Then what happened?"

	Rachel:  "The police and rescue came.  I didn't see the next piece --
I was having a scrape on my knee bandaged -- but Scotty went in with the
police to get the other two and shot one of them when he pulled a gun..."
She dimpled.  "So you see I KNOW Scotty has a score!  I don't have to SEE
it!"

	Reporter:  "Well, you still don't know what it is...  Will it just be
you and Shannon?"

	Rachel, grimacing and shaking her head:  "No, there will be a couple
more, I guess.  It's okay -- we'll handle it..."

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

	We were half of the six o'clock news on that channel.  We were the
lead story on two others.  There was 'commentary' on the safety and morality
of pre-packs.  We were a minor sensation.  The hotel staff couldn't decide
whether it was better to kick us out or to let us stay free.  I wouldn't let
them do either.

	By the end of the day, we'd pretty much decided that the church was
just cranks; one of them might take a shot at me, but it wouldn't be an
'official' Earth First hit.  That didn't mean that they couldn't be
discredited; I had a talk with Shannon about her mother's antics with the
Reverend Mr. Marshall and Company and we decided that Shannon wouldn't be
hurt by the release of the video to the congregation -- that bastard needed
shutting down.  As for her mother, well, she needed help -- and maybe she
would get it, once this all came out.

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

	At seven forty-five, we sneaked out to the parking garage and got
into the Escalade to go to a restaurant-bar called The Oasis to meet Roger,
Faye and Nick for dinner and dancing.  Nick was bringing a date.  Shannon was
wearing the top that went with her schoolgirl outfit and a black leather
skirt that was not only slit up one side, but the hem actually curved,
displaying a LOT of juicy thigh -- apparently, she was slowly getting used to
exposure.  Rachel wore a yellow wraparound top and a brown leather skirt that
rode low, displaying her belly, and barely covered the subject when she stood
still -- and didn't, if she moved at all.  I caught her looking in the mirror
while re-tying the top so that her breasts showed and asked, "What gives?
We're going to dinner with your family!"

	"In the first place, I'm holding Daddy to his word," Rachel replied,
"and in the second, I need to be competitive!  I talked to Momma on the phone
and, well, wait until you see!"

	So we headed out and met them at the club, which was 'romantically
lit' -- which translates to 'dim' or maybe even 'dark.'  The place had a
reputation for wild action, particularly on the weekends -- it was more or
less no-holds-barred and there were roving cameramen who went looking for
salacious activity to transmit to big flat-screen TVs stationed here and
there.  It wasn't a family place -- and Roger was definitely an 'old guy' to
the clientele.  Mike and Alisha set up two tables over.  We had two tables
pushed together; I sat in the center of one side with my back to the wall
with Rachel on my right and Shannon on my left.  Roger had one end seat and
Nick had the other -- and Faye and Nick's date had the far side of the table.
I got the point right away when they came in -- Faye was wearing a white silk
and black lace bustier that the cups were cut so low on that I could almost
see her nipples.  Scratch that -- when she sat down and leaned forward to put
those puppies on display, I COULD see chunks of brown areola.  This was above
a skirt slit up both sides to the hip and a pair of three-inch heels that did
dynamite things for her calves.  The skirt didn't hide the fact that she was
wearing nylons and a garter belt, either -- you could see the lace tops of
the nylons and the occasional flash of a garter.  For a mildly robust woman
pushing forty, Faye was HOT!

	Nick's date was a decorative but uninteresting blonde named Elise,
who nonetheless made regular efforts to get my attention.  From my
perspective, she didn't have a lot going for her except her looks, which were
pretty decent, but really didn't excite me.  Nick gave me the eye and nodded
toward the Men's Room soon after they were settled and I took the hint and
excused myself and he followed after a moment.

	"What do you think of Elise?" Nick asked.

	I shrugged.  "You know, she looks okay, I guess, but there's no
spark."

	"Well, don't worry about it.  She's not my girlfriend or anything --
she saw you and Sis and Shannon on TV and twisted my arm to bring her so she
could wave her tits in your face.  I got her to promise me a fuck for the
privilege.  She's a rich, snotty bitch, so I'm gonna get it and try to get it
on video..."

	I grimaced.  "And do what with it?"

	"Oh, I won't post it, although a lot of people I know would say she
deserves it -- I plan to show it to a few select friends, though, in order to
enhance my rep.  Of course, just being related to Sis is already doing
that..."

	I eyed him.  "Your dad says you have the score..."

	Nick nodded.  "I'm just over the line.  But you still have to be at
the right place at the right time..."

	I nodded.  "So, do you want me to play up to her?"

	"Well, if you show any interest at all, I get TWO fucks..." Nick
grinned.  "I'd like to get some video of her acting totally shameless -- it'd
piss her folks off, if nothing else."

	"So you have no plans to keep her or anything..."

	"Fuck, no!  She's using me -- I want to get my piece of the pie by
using her back, that's all.  And I want to get a little more than she's
bargained for..."

	"Okay, I'll see what I can do," I told him.  "I don't want to see it
on the net or hear that it got there..."

	"No sweat."

	"No blackmail."

	"No.  I just want to hit her where it hurts.  I don't even want her
to see it -- just know it's around.  In fact, it'd be great if she couldn't
point to me at all."

	"I'll see what I can do," I told him.  I turned to leave and he
collected my arm.

	"About Momma..."

	"Yeah?"  I asked carefully.

	"Look, I know she's making a fool of herself...  Don't embarrass Dad
too much, okay?  He gets uptight pretty easily these days..."

	"Okay, Nick, you ought to know a couple of things," I replied.  "One,
your dad pulled me aside the other day and asked me to consider taking your
mother with me -- and he was in line behind your sister.  Two, I'm pretty
sure he gave her the green light to get wild and nasty, because he said he
was going to -- so if he looks embarrassed, it's probably for show, at least
partly.  Three, I might jerk Elise's chain for you, but I won't jerk Faye's
-- and fortunately, I don't have to, because I'm seriously considering asking
her."

	Nick blinked.  "Oh, no shit?"

	"No shit.  Rachel and Shannon haven't been mothers -- but your mother
has, clearly...  It won't hurt the girls to have an experienced momma around,
you know?  Frankly, I have yet to see a better candidate..."

	Nick grimaced.  "That'll leave Dad in a lurch..."

	"Nick, he thought about that before he approached me -- you can be
absolutely certain of that."

	Nick nodded.  "Yeah, I guess I can..."  He looked up and smiled.
"Thanks, Man.  The more I'm around you the better I like you."

	"Your sister is in good hands -- I love her to death!" I promised
him.

	"Great!"  He swatted me on the shoulder and I hit the door.  Unlike
women, guys don't have a rep for hanging out in the restroom and gossiping
like hens, so we needed to come and go separately.  Nick followed me a couple
of minutes later, presumably after he actually USED the restroom...

	When I got back to the table, Rachel was harassing her father about
the whole going topless thing.  Roger was blustering that it wasn't
necessary, but...

	"Jeez, Daddy -- there's a lot of competition around here!  You don't
want Scotty to change his mind because I'm a prude or anything, do you?"
Rachel insisted.  "I mean, look at Elise!"  Elise preened, of course, and I
began to see what was up with THAT...  "Heck, even Momma is sticking them out
there..."

	"Um, yes, well, er..."

	"C'mon, Daddy, you can window shop..." Rachel teased.  "Shannon's
right there next to you.  Show Daddy some skin, Shan -- you know you like
him..."

	Shannon blushed fire engine red -- but she pulled that top away from
her left breast, sliding it into her cleavage so that Roger had a view, but
no one else really did.  Despite the fact that Roger was acting to a certain
extent, I think his blood pressure slid up a few points.

	"Shannon, Dear," he croaked, "That's very nice, but you really
shouldn't..."

	I settled myself between my women, announcing myself with, "...At
least, not without permission."  Shannon adjusted her top in a flash.  "The
night is young, yet," I declared, "We can go to extremes after dinner."

	"Yes, Lover."  Rachel pretended to be penitent -- pretty
transparently.

	After that, I had the AI replay the first part of my conversation
with Nick for the girls.  No doubt a couple of people at the table wondered
why the two of them were snorting and giggling.

	'Let's try to get any smooth moves on video,' I subvocalized.

	'I've got it,' Shannon transmitted.

	'Let's take turns,' Rachel insisted, 'I want to play, too!  Are you
going to lead her on?'

	'A bit...' I confirmed.

	'Kewl!  She DOES have a reputation -- as a real whirling bitch!
We're happy to help!'

	I waited until Elise had her own dedicated drone, then turned to
Nick, who had returned in the interim, "So, Nick, tell me about your date..."
giving Elise a big smile.  Nick said several things what I might have
considered complimentary if we hadn't had our previous discussion, but that I
could see the backhanded nature of, having been briefed.  I reacted
favorably, adding, "Nick must think a lot of you to be so complimentary.  I'm
sure you're grateful."  Nick grinned from ear to ear, knowing that I'd gone
to some effort to get him his second piece of her.  She flicked a glance at
him and you could see her realize that he'd delivered and she now owed him --
and that she wasn't all that thrilled.  Nonetheless, I continued to include
her in the conversation and pretended to be mildly interested in her looks.
A quick query of the AI -- who had had PLENTY of time to do the research --
led to the discovery that her CAP score was in the mid-threes.  Sex wasn't
big with her, either, from an interest standpoint, or a performance one.

	'Poor Nick -- she's not going to be worth the effort,' I mused.

	<This can be rectified,> the AI announced.

	I stopped.  'In the field?'

	<An injection of a standard set of tailored nannites designed to
increase sexual performance in the female will increase her level of interest
as a side-effect,> the AI reported.

	'How quickly?' I asked.  'A month?'

	<Hours,> the AI replied.  <Physical characteristics would take longer
to manifest, but an increase of certain glandular secretions and the
augmentation of certain nerve pathways would generate an almost immediate
increase in the level of attention that the female will devote to sensations
in her sexual organs.  Portions of this female's issue are psychological,
having to do with the fact that she has been pursued by males since puberty,
and perhaps before -- but the physical component that exists can be 'jump-
started' to use the vernacular.>

	'So if I had a package of these nannites...'

	<The female would be receptive by midnight, and that receptivity
would increase until two a.m., after which it would level off.  The new level
would be maintained at that point, supported temporarily by the nannites and
the augmentation of neural pathways and glandular changes would then occur
over a period of a few days, after which the nannites would shut down and be
flushed from the body.>

	'So I would be slipping her a mickey -- or maybe a roofie -- a
permanent one.'

	<You would be effecting a permanent change in the female's sexual
response,> the AI agreed.  <However, it should be noted that the
psychological alterations that would be driven by the change would raise the
female's CAP score by as much as a whole point at the top level.>

	'I would be doing her a favor, then?'

	<Affirmative.>

	'If I were to request this package, how long...?'

	<ETA is six minutes.  It was replicated at a local site when it
became apparent that you would ultimately make a request.>

	'How will I...?'

	<It will be administered by the probes making delivery.  You need
take no action, having directed it.>

	'Cool...'

	We were eating by then; Rachel noticed my distraction and asked me on
our channel what was up -- I merely told her I was having a discussion with
the AI.  A few minutes later, I caught Elise flinching out of the corner of
my eye and noticed that she reached surreptitiously into her lap...

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