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Chapter 11



 
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 11 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 11

	'What happened?' I asked.

	<The female was just injected with one set of nannites -- on the
vulva.  She will assume that she has been bitten by a mosquito in all
probability.  The injection site will stimulate a similar reaction from her
body -- an itch, if you will.  The nannites will build upon that itch, using
it to assist in isolating and stimulating the neural pathways.>

	I chuckled, drawing looks from several people at the table.  'So
she'll have an itchy clit...'

	<Precisely.>

	'How many more bites...?'

	<One, in the carotid, so that work can begin on the structures in the
brain and nervous tissue at that end.>

	"Ow!"  Elise slapped at her neck.  "Is anyone else under attack?
Mosquitos are eating me alive!"

	"Noooo..."  I glanced around.  "I guess you're tasty.  Nick?"

	"Hmmmm?"  Nick was chewing.

	"Is Elise tasty?"

	Nick blinked for a minute -- clearly, they'd never kissed.  "Well,
hey, she's a girl..."

	"Maybe it's your perfume," I suggested.

	"Maybe..."  Elise hopped up.  "I'll be back."

	"I'll go with you."  Rachel got up, collecting her purse.

	I flicked a glance at Shannon, and she added, "Me, too."

	Faye cocked an eyebrow, and muttered, "May as well make it
unanimous..."  She got up and followed the others off.

	I leaned over to Nick and said, "I don't suppose it has occurred to
you that a chick as mercenary as she is might have the sexual response curve
of a zombie..."

	Nick grunted.  "That wasn't too smart.  I suppose you know, huh?"

	"Yup."

	"...And it's bad..."

	"Yup."

	"Shit."

	Roger stirred himself.  "What's this all about?"

	"Nick's date made him an offer he couldn't refuse in order to be
invited to this little get-together and meet his sister's famous boyfriend,"
I related.

	"I see."  Roger arched an eyebrow, eyeing his son.

	"C'mon, Pop -- if you knew this chick..." Nick protested.

	"Suffice it to say she's a gold digger," I waved off the oncoming
argument.  "It shows in her CAP score.  She's also a cold fish.  But the
Confederacy has a cure for that..."

	Roger grimaced.  "I don't think I want to know any more."

	I nodded.  "I was of the same opinion until I discovered that it
would actually improve her CAP score."

	"I STILL don't want to know any more!"  Roger sat back.

	I leaned over to Nick and said, "Those mosquitos weren't -- but now
she has an itchy clit, because one of them used it for an injection site.
And it'll get worse, until somebody has to step up and scratch it for her..."

	"Oh, Man..."  Nick snorted laughter.

	"It gets better..."

	"I don't see how..."

	"The effects are permanent!"

	"HOLY SHIT!"  Nick nearly fell out of his chair laughing!

	"She's going to NEED a boyfriend -- or a husband -- or a sponsor...
And she's going to get a little more human in the process, I'm told..."

	"Oh, MAN!"  Nick was having trouble breathing.

	"You being first in the door and all..." I examined my manicure.

	"Shit, I didn't plan on that..."  Nick croaked, a serious thought
permeating the hilarity.  "So now I need to think about..."

	"... Yeah.  Whether you want to keep her."

	Nick sobered rapidly, thinking about it.  "The videos would be
out..."

	"Some of them," I agreed, "The more personal ones.  You wouldn't need
them, though..."

	"True."  With her hanging off his arm, Nick wouldn't need proof he
was fucking her for his buddies.  "As for the others -- anything she does to
get my attention can come out -- and should make her a little more humble..."

	"How bad is that?" Nick asked.

	<The effects should be positive> the AI declared.  <Any direct impact
on her psyche at this juncture, combined with the physical changes, should
increase the effect by an order of magnitude.>

	"The AI says a foot in her ass at this juncture should make her a
MUCH better citizen," I related.  "Her CAP score could jump a whole point!"

	<The injection of a dose of humility at this point could actually
cause a jump of one point two five points,> the AI corrected.

	"Even more!" I amended.

	"Huh!  Wouldn't THAT be interesting!" Nick mused.  "I suppose it
sucks, now..."

	"In the threes," I agreed, nodding.  "With help, she could approach
five, but she'll always be below the cut."  I had the AI display sub-scores
for Elise again.  "She'll never be a wonderful mama, but once balanced,
she'll make a fine head bitch.  Just select the other one for motherhood."

	Nick eyed me seriously.  "This will fly?"

	"It's not certain, but you'll have certain things going for you," I
replied.  "I assume that you know how..."

	"Well, yeah..."

	"No, I mean you can make a woman get off.  Anybody can climb on and
pump!"

	Nick looked offended.  "I do okay!"

	"If you're not paying attention to her, you don't," I chided.  "Get
her off first -- it's what brings them back.  Getting YOU off is EASY!"

	"Yeah, Okay..."

	"He's right, Son."  Roger leaned up to add to the conversation.  "I
don't want to know what you're doing to that poor girl, but Scott is right.
Women have a tougher time getting there the first time, even though they can
repeat better than we do, once they're in the groove, so to speak.  Give her
a good experience and she is likely to return -- or recommend you to other
women, at the very least."  He settled back to ignore us again.

	I leaned back over to Nick and murmured, "You'll be the best she's
ever had -- guaranteed.  The rest is up to you."

	Nick sat back and nodded soberly.  "Thanks, Man."

	I shrugged.  "It's apparently for her own good -- and she owes you.
You know what she wants -- and theoretically, you can provide it as easily as
I can -- or she should believe that, anyway, given my cover, since we
supposedly have similar status.  You do what you think best -- if you think
it's unfair, don't get mixed up in it."

	"Right."  You could see the brain cells burning.  Elise wasn't my
type, but she WAS hot.  Was this unfair?  Maybe, to every other guy in the
world, but was it unfair to Elise, given what she was going to gain and how
she got there?  Nick got the same answer I did -- I could tell.  When he was
satisfied with it, he settled back.

	About that time, Rachel hit me on the back channel, giggling.  'Elise
got bit on the clit by a mosquito, and it itches like Hell!'

	'It can't do anything but help her,' I replied, 'According to her CAP
score, she's a frigid bitch!  If her clit itches, it can only help your
brother's case...'

	All sympathy left Rachel as she was reminded what Elise was there
for.  'Yeah, I hope Nicky fucks her wall-eyed!'

	'Well, just remember, if he gets a grip on her, the little bitch
could end up your sister-in-law!' I replied.

	'I don't know if I'd wish THAT on Nicky!' Rachel retorted.

	I relented.  'It wasn't a mosquito, Honey Bun -- it was a drone --
and it injected her full of nannites designed to give her an itchy pussy.
According to the AI, she'll suffer a little bit, but it will actually make
her less of a bitch in the long run.'

	'In that case....  In that case, I STILL hope Nicky fucks her wall-
eyed!' Rachel giggled.  'We're coming back out...'

	'We still want some nice videos of her throwing herself at me,' I
told her.  'Given what's happening to her, she's that much more likely to go
overboard.'

	'Good!' Rachel's retort was predatory.  'I'll be happy to record it
for posterity!'

	I laughed.

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	Roger waited until the girls had all returned and were seated to ask,
"Okay, who needs a refill?"  He took orders and then asked me if I would help
carry -- and picked up Nick with his eyes, too.  So, okay, women go to the
Ladies' Room, and men go to the bar, I guess...

	When he'd placed our order, Roger turned to me and said, "Obviously,
I did what I said I planned to do.  Faye and I have had our talk."  He turned
to Nick and said, "Nicholas, I'll be making some outraged noises and stomping
off -- and probably going home early, in high dudgeon -- at your mother's
antics.  You should know that this is acting in support of Scott's mission --
and clearing the decks for your mother to use any and all means at her
disposal to convince Scott that he needs to take her as his concubine.  You
should therefore concentrate on your own conquest and allow your mother to do
whatever she thinks is necessary, without joggling her elbow."

	Nick scratched his head and said, "Okay, Pop -- but why?"

	"Son, your mother and I have been on thin ice for several years.  We
still love one another, make no mistake -- but we can't stand each other.  It
happens.  Our marriage will not survive your sister leaving the nest, and we
both know it -- so there is no good reason for us both to suffer through the
inevitable dissolution when this opportunity for her to accompany Rachel has
presented itself," Roger replied.  "We're not really rushing things -- doing
it the other way would be dragging it out."

	Nick cocked his head.  "That isn't everything, though, is it?"

	Roger smiled a bittersweet smile and said, "No, it isn't -- but if
the other issues were to be handled tomorrow -- and they won't -- the
situation I just described would still be out there and it would still
destroy us.  Therefore, the other little issues are irrelevant."  He turned
to me.  "I urge you to take Faye's application seriously -- she can do
wonders for you."  The drinks arrived; I whipped out my credit card and Roger
handed two drinks to Nick and took two for himself, leaving me the final
three to juggle.  Ah, well.

	Nick hung back.  "So..."

	"So if your mother crawls under the table, at least she'll be in
Elise's way, which should allow you to distract her," I replied.  "Let's just
let it happen -- everybody seems to want it."

	"Right.  Like THAT's gonna happen!"  Nick headed off.  I signed for
the drinks and followed.

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

	Nonetheless, the first bare -- well, stocking-clad -- foot to worm
its way into my crotch belonged to Faye.  Rachel felt free to roam there
anytime, but she used her hands; Shannon was still a little hung up.  Elise
took a run at things, but she was distracted -- and Faye was working at
owning the place.

	We started by dancing, innocently enough.  The DJ specialized in slow
stuff, to match the dark, romantic atmosphere.  I took Rachel out on the
floor and Roger took Faye; Nick took Elise, and Shannon sat out.  The next
dance, I took Shannon out and Roger took his daughter; Nick continued to
handle Elise, and Faye sat out.  Rachel spent the whole dance hassling her
father about the whole bare-breasted thing, I think.  On the third dance,
Rachel pushed Shannon onto Roger and Faye collected my hand just as Elise was
about to make her move.

	"Scott?  Can we take a turn?"

	"Certainly..."  I led her onto the floor.  Now, Rachel slow-dances
like she wants to fuck on the dance floor, and Shannon starts out nervous,
but cuddles up.  Given that I was dancing with Rachel's mother, I expected
that we would operate with a certain decorum -- to start, anyway.  Uh uh --
Faye plastered her pubic mound to the bulge of the erection I always get when
slow-dancing and started using it as a pivot point.

	I decided to pretend I hadn't noticed.  "That's some outfit you're
almost wearing."

	"Am I carrying it off?" Faye asked, her eyes laughing.

	"I would say so..."

	"Not bad for an old woman?"

	"Don't give me that 'old woman' crap!" I snorted.  "Mature, maybe.
Old?  Nah."

	"Do you like the display?" She glanced down at her cleavage.

	"You know it!"

	"Wait until you see it without the nipple shields!"

	"You wouldn't!" I chuckled.

	"I would!" Faye insisted.  "I have to stay competitive!  If the girls
come out of their tops, I have to show up that Elise, don't I?"

	"Well..."

	Faye reached up to caress my cheek.  "You don't think Rachel got her
irreverence and bravery from Mr. Stuffy over there, do you?"

	"I'm told that Mr. Stuffy released you so you could hunt me down and
rope and hogtie me," I replied.

	A shadow passed before her eyes.  "Roger is steady, generally -- and
anything but stupid.  It worked well for a couple of decades..."

	"He's doing his best for you."

	"Even if it means giving me away."  Faye nodded soberly and tucked
her head into my shoulder.  "I can't fault him, and I love him -- I just
can't tolerate him anymore.  And it's mutual, because he can't handle my
anger and impatience.  When Rachel goes, we will split up, so Roger is
thoughtfully allowing me to try to feather a new nest.  He has his issues,
but he's a good man."

	"So this all hinges on me," I muttered.

	"I'm sure Roger has a backup plan," Faye replied, "but I'd rather not
have to fall back on it.  My daughter picked a winner; I probably don't
deserve it, but I want a shot at what she's found."  She lifted her head and
lifted her eyes to mine.  "I'm all in."

	"What if I just take advantage of you?  What if there's no chemistry?
What if...?"

	"Scott," Faye retorted, her face serious.  "I know better.  Shut up
and feel me up."  She plastered herself against me and we began moving as one
organism.  She was right, too, dammit -- I wouldn't be taking advantage of
her to put a mother-daughter notch in my belt, and there WAS an attraction.
I moved us as well as my mediocre dancing ability allowed, enjoying the feel
of her nipples poking my chest and her soft but solid curves until the song
ended.

	We sat out the next dance -- which upset Elise, as she expected to be
able to get me onto the floor -- and Faye's toes crept into my lap while we
rested.  I used a drone to identify the owner, the small camera having no
problem tracking the nylon-clad leg back to Faye's skirt.  Rachel, who was
scanning using her modified iPhone, giggled and took over control, flying the
drone along the inside of her mother's thigh and under her skirt -- which put
Faye's trimmed pubic fur on display!

	'Get that out of there!' I subvocalized.

	'Like mother, like daughter...'  Rachel eyed me sidelong and giggled.
'That's for you, you know -- Daddy considers it scandalous.'

	'I guess I should have guessed,' I murmured, 'After all, I knew she
was wearing stockings and garters.'

	'Let's check Elise...'  Rachel piloted the drone over to the blonde.
Elise had her legs together, so it took some effort to pilot the drone along
the narrow gap between her thighs and the skirt; Rachel finally had the drone
walk along the underside of the skirt's fabric.  Elise was wearing a cute
little white silk thong -- and it was wet.  We nearly lost the drone when
Elise surreptitiously reached down and palmed her crotch, spreading her legs
and rubbing herself.  I took control and managed to right the drone on the
inside of the back of her skirt as it lay on the seat between her now spread
thighs while Elise rubbed herself -- and we got a fine shot of her engorged
pink labia wrapped around the crotch strap or whatever you want to call it;
the thing was dripping with her secretions.  'Tasty-looking, huh?' Rachel
giggled.

	"What are you two doing over there?" Faye asked.

	"Nothing, Momma..."  Rachel launched the probe before Elise's knees
closed on it again and repositioned it on the underside of the table while I
rubbed the top of Faye's foot, evoking a smile.

	I slipped off my shoe and slid my left leg up along the inside of
Faye's and into her crotch; I had a longer leg, so I had more to work with --
and I could see what I was doing, so I had no problem dragging my big toe
along Faye's split to her clitoris.  Faye gave a little gasp and her eyes
popped and her nostrils distended, then her eyelids drooped and she began to
purr, "Mmmmmmmmm..."  She slouched back in her chair to grant me further
access.  Elise glanced to her right, into Faye's lap -- and undoubtedly
noticed that her skirt was moving.  She began to watch, her attention fixed.

	I subvocalized to Rachel, 'Tell Nick that he needs to distract his
date...'  Rachel leaned over to Nick and whispered and he flashed a glance at
me, caught on to what Elise was doing, and slid a hand under the table to rub
her thigh while hooking his right foot around her left.  Elise turned to gaze
at him rather vacantly, but did nothing to stop him.  Nick scooted a bit
closer so he could work better and worked his hand under her skirt to rub her
inner thigh above her knee and Elise sat there, cocking her head, gazing at
him sightlessly, clearly feeling instead of seeing.

	"This is so hot!" Rachel gurgled, eyeing the display.  She reached up
and defeated the neckline of her blouse and started twirling her exposed
nipples.

	"Rachel, for God's sake!" Roger erupted.  It was thoroughly authentic
-- and I couldn't blame him!

	"Daddy, you promised!" Rachel whined, adding, "I'm so hot!  Kiss me!"
She let go of her left nipple and pulled me in for a kiss.

	"I didn't promise to watch you play with them!" Roger squawked.

	"Oh, Roger..."  Faye's admonishment was pretty languid -- if I hadn't
been wearing a sock, my toe would have been inside her vagina.

	"What are you...?"  Roger leaned to his left and took in enough of
things to know there was a serious game of footsie going on under there.
"That's disgusting -- and I'M your husband, not HIM!"  He lurched up.  "I'm
leaving!  Don't feel like you have to come home anytime soon after THAT
display!"  He stomped out.

	"Now what?" Shannon muttered.

	"More dancing!" Faye replied, waving airily.

	I subvocalized to Rachel, 'Tell Nick to drag Elise out on the
floor...'

	'I'll do better than that!' Rachel replied, and leaned across to
Nick, whispering, "Make your move, big Brother!  Drag her out on the floor
and make her ride that lump in your pants!  She's already soaked!"

	'Finesse!' I prompted.  'Don't be heavy-handed!'

	"Scotty says go easy, otherwise..."  Nick nodded and sat back, then
took Elise's hand.  "Come on..."  Elise followed meekly.  I watched him put
his hands on her hips and pull her into his crotch -- Elise didn't fight it.

	"I want to do that!" Faye announced, withdrawing her foot from my
lap.  I did the same and got my wet toes into my shoe and stood to take her
out.  Faye proceeded to mold her crotch to mine, working to make my left pant
leg wet with her juices while rubbing her left thigh against my hardon.  "At
least two of us want to cut loose, Scotty.  I'm thinking Shannon will follow
the crowd..."

	"So will Elise," I replied.  "You know she's here to see if she can
attract my attention, right?  She offered Nick her lily-white body for the
chance."

	"Oh, really?"

	"Yeah, but there is no spark for me.  Right now, however, we're
working to fix it so she looks upon Nick favorably.  I'm probably going to
let her make a fool of herself, because she has a reputation at school and
the entire younger generation wants to see her taken down a notch.  We're
thinking that the issues, taken in combination, will bring her around, if
Nick knows what he's doing at all."

	"Why would he want her?" Faye wondered aloud.  "If she's that much of
a conniver..."

	"Well, I know you heard about the mosquito bite..."

	Faye eyed me archly.  "I did -- how did you?"

	"Back-channel communications, for one thing -- but I caused it for
another," I explained.  "Elise wasn't going to be any too hot in bed, anyway,
but the Confederacy has a standard package that works to cure that.  The AI
and I talked it over and when I discovered that deploying it would be doing
her a favor, I authorized it.  The mosquito bites were injection sites."

	"On her clit?" Faye eyed me in surprise.

	"Yes.  According to the AI, if her clit itches, it helps the nannites
know which nerves to stimulate..."  I grinned.

	"So..."

	"So she's already suffering, and she's going to be hot to trot," I
chuckled.  "Nick is going to get more than she planned on giving -- and since
the overall product will be an improvement, anyway, he might as well give her
a shot as a girlfriend.  The AI says her low desire issue has psychological
issues associated with it that will end up seeing her personality improve
fairly quickly."

	"Based upon one night of the hornies?"

	"Based upon the fact that the change is more or less permanent," I
replied.  "It won't be excessive, but she'll become highly-sexed -- and I
assume that it is reversible, but I don't see why anyone would want to
reverse it -- even Elise."  I grinned.  "So I guess the door is open for
everyone to get a little wild."

	Faye grinned back and pressed herself against me.  After we'd danced
a few bars, she leaned back and engaged my eyes with hers.  "Scott?  Can we
be candid?  I mean, am I wasting my time?  Where do I stand?"

	I grimaced.  "I don't want to make promises..."

	"Okay."

	"I'm trying to hold my options open, in case something happens at the
last minute," I informed her, "but things haven't changed much -- well, they
have and they haven't, maybe, since you've been released, or whatever.
Nothing is set in stone, but you're the front runner for one seat and Alisha
Thorndyke has the other, although she doesn't know it."

	"Who is Alisha?"

	"She's a black policewoman assigned to my support detail," I informed
her.  "She's over there..."  I nodded at Mike and Alisha, acknowledging them
for the first time that evening, then rotated us one hundred eighty degrees
so Faye could pick her out.

	"Mmmmm.  Short, curvy, lots of titty in a red tube top?" Faye asked.

	"Yeah, that's her."

	"She wants you?"

	"Yeah.  I lied to her, though -- told her I only had two slots,
really, and am only pretending to have four."

	Faye frowned.  "Why?"

	"Because hunting me -- or being with me -- interferes with her
ability to do her job and endangers both of us -- everyone, actually.  If
things work out, I'll let her know at the last minute -- and she'll forgive
me, because she knows how it is."

	We were running out of song, but Faye had something else to say.
"Scott?"

	"Yeah."

	"This is...  separate.  I'm gonna want it.  It's been a while and I
need loving -- Roger hasn't been able to perform.  If something comes up
later or you change your mind or whatever, don't feel bad -- don't feel like
you took advantage.  I'll be happy just because we did it -- no harm, no
foul.  Okay?"

	"Okay."  Who was I to complain at being offered no-strings sex?

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