Getting Organized.

Author's Note:

I am absolutely planning on keeping this story going, but I also have other responsibilities. Now that the initial writing frenzy has passed a little bit, I plan on doing a steady release (ha!) on Thursdays moving forward. That should help new readers get caught up, and also not mean that the release rate is so fast that you can't keep up.

Grant sat down in the living room, and couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous number of women who sat, or leaned against something convenient, around him. Not that he minded having a large number of women who were dedicated to him, to one degree or another, but if you had asked him this time yesterday if he would be surrounded by eleven different women, ranging from nineteen year olds to thirty-five, all of whom were either open to being Claimed by him, or who were already his devoted women. He ignored the part that insisted on calling them sluts.

As he sat, he rubbed his face, he tried not to let the need for more sleep get in the way of the meeting. The fact that he needed more sleep was both an absolute smirk inducing flash of memories, but also made him hide a wince as his balls protested the direction of his thoughts. Three more ‘imprint’s, over four hours, had made sure that his sleep was so deep as to be near comatose. The fact that meant he’d gotten five hours of sleep before the morning light had woken him up meant that, combined with the numerous times he’d had sex before, he felt like he’d been run over by a truck. A sexy truck, but a truck nonetheless.

“Okay ladies. We need to make sure that we’re all on the same page here. First, I know we didn’t really get a chance to introduce our new…guests? Team members? The new ladies that came in with Sarah, Mary, and Lisa last night. So, to start off, my name is Grant Timberman. I work…worked, for a middle sized corporate doing some accounting. I get that it’s not glamorous, but it definitely paid the bills.” Grant said, looking at the new commers to his group.

As the new lades introduced themselves, Grant noticed that two of them were identical twins. With blue eyes and red hair, Grant felt the stirrings of love and lust at first sight. He did his best to ignore the images of a very fun three way that tried to take over his mind, and he mostly succeeded. Mostly, as his balls ached again in protest at what they thought he was asking of him. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hard to learn the new girls’ names. Katie and Hannah Warner, both of whom had a twinkle in their eye when asked if they ever played the Twin Game. Even if they did refuse to actually answer. Then there was Emma Brighton and Amy Cooper, the later of which was a corporal, and de facto second in command of the police that were with him.

The thought that he had a small police **** of his own suddenly brought the whole thing in to deep and sharp relief. Not only was the world going to change, but it already had started. Not just the Claiming, but the fact that he could, unironically, call the ladies here his police **** was an eye opener. Grant, having always wanted to be something more than just a mediocre middle man doing uninspired work, was mentally tuning into the fact that he was already a big deal. Now he needed to make sure that he kept going. He had the people for it, but now he needed to not let his momentum slip away.

“Okay, so I called you all here to meet the new girls, but I also want to take the opportunity to really have us all take a look at what we’re looking at, as the days move forward. A few of you have heard me say that the world is going to change, and I think we can look around in this living room to see that that is an understatement. It’s already changing.” At a few of the women looking around with what was a clear indication they weren’t entirely sure they agreed, Grant felt a combination of relief and irritation.

On the one hand, he was glad that they hadn’t been so thoroughly changed that they weren’t willing to disagree with him when they thought differently, but it should also have been extremely plain to see what he was referring to in that rom alone.

“Look, the human population is roughly 50-50 when it comes to gender balance, right? Half of the population is male, and half the population is female. More or less. So, if there is one man for every one woman, and in this room alone there are eleven women, that means that ten men out there aren’t getting a woman claimed. For every instance of a man claims more than one woman, the balance is going to be even greater and greater, right? So what happens when those men decide that they want something that they can’t easily find? They’re going to try and take it. Some will succeed, and some won’t, but the point is that they’re going to try. Which in turn means we’re going to start having a lot of ****. Which in turns means that we need to prepare for that, because it’ll happen whether we’re ready for it or not.”

A few of the ladies still looked unsure, but when Mary and Sarah both spoke up in support for him, the last hold outs seemed to come around. Whether it was because they were convinced by sheer numbers or whether they were just going along, for now it didn’t matter.

“So, what are you wanting to do, Master?” Jessica asked, her voice somewhere between scared, determined, and hopeful that her man had a plan. Her question had everyone’s eyes back on Grant.

“We need to start planning. We need to start immediately working on implementing those plans, and we need to make sure that we don’t take safety for granted.” He said, his lips quirking at his unintended pun. “First, we need to organize. Sarah, I want you to head up our security. I get that you’re police, not military, but I also want you to not assume anything when it comes to safety. We will want to turn this place into as close to a fortress as we can get. Watch rotations so that there is always someone awake and able to respond to threats. I also want to look into doing another supply run, as fast as we can.”

He then turned to his first Claim. “Mary, you’re going to be the head of our HR department. Right now that means both internal and external interactions if I’m not there. Help keep things in our cozy little cottage as peaceful as can reliably be done, but also keep an eye out for opportunities for us to make friends. Male or female, we won’t be able to be doing this solo. We will need friends. Just make sure they’re people we can stand to be around, yeah? Take Alice under your wing, and teach her what you know. She’s a Performing Arts major, so she’ll have some understanding of what makes people tick and how they react. And she’ll be a good actor if you need someone to not give things away at a critical moment.”

“Last, but not least, Julie. I want you to be in charge of our logistics. Get a list together not only of what we have, but of what we need. Whether that’s salt and sugar and other cooking supplies, or deodorant, tooth paste, and toilet paper. Whatever we have, and whatever you think we need to get. You’ll have Jessica with you to help.”

Looking around the room, Grant could see that his women had taken heart by his leadership, and it made him smile. All his life he’d been wanting to be challenged, to be put in a position where the decisions he made mattered to more than spreadsheets and bank accounts. Now, he was in that position. And it felt good.

“One last thing before we get to our tasks. Sarah, I want you to take at least one of the girls with you for safety, but I want you to go get as much in the way of ammunition that you can. I know you all carry a few clips, and for a single fight that might be enough, but it won’t be enough to last. If you want to trade one of the cruisers for more ammo, that’s totally fine, but also feel free to empty my bank account. I have a feeling that money is going to be next to useless soon, and I’d rather have more bullets than green marks on my butt.”