Playing well with others

“Good Morning, Ladies.” Jane says, looking down the table at the assembled group. “I’ve got a few things, before you all leave for the day. First, I wanted to clarify Mei’s status. For the foreseeable future, she is off the sleeping schedule. That leaves us with just Reyna actively trying to get pregnant. Since Lucia is already pregnant, I’m not going to ask for a new volunteer just yet. I know many of you are not trying NOT to get pregnant, and I don’t want everyone pregnant at once.”

In the middle of this, Mei’s head slumps, cheeks burning with shame as she stares at her plate.

“Secondly, I wanted to address Isabel’s education.” Jane says. “We did a trial yesterday, with her shadowing Samira. It went well, so we are going to continue that for now, until we get either get a proper teacher, or one of us is forced to take up the role. Amber and I both feel that hands on experience is more beneficial to Isabel than book learning alone. Taylor, today she’ll be going with you. Let her watch, and help a bit if you feel comfortable.”

“No problem.” Taylor says, mouth half full of pancakes.

“Now, onto the third item on today’s agenda…” Jane says. “While no one lacked for enthusiasm when you welcomed Robert home, a few of you could use some work on your technique. The good news is that several of you are also extremely talented. If any of you wanted to put in some extra work, our three winners from the other night are all very qualified to give some pointers. Not that they have to help, if they would prefer not to.”

“I can help.” Taylor says. “Are we just wanting to do blowjobs, or should we be giving some tips on how to play well with each other?”

“I want to play well with others.” Layne says quickly.

“Nope.” Megan says, nearly knocking over her chair in her haste to get to her feet. “I can’t.”

“Maybe just blowjobs for now.” Jane says, a moment after the door slams shut behind Megan. “Amber, can you see what is going on there? She doesn’t need to help with this, but storming off during breakfast is hardly polite behavior.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Amber says, the smooth and quiet motion of her sliding back her chair quietly and leaving the room contrasting starkly against Megan’s hasty escape.

“I’m sure Taylor would be happy to work with you, Layne.” Jane says.

“I’m fine with teaching too.” Alexia says. “Taylor is definitely better than I am.”

After a few others in the room express interest, Jane says. “Maybe you can catch Robert in between meetings for some practice during the day. I’ll leave it to you to work out the details.”

“Whose night is it?” Layne asks. “And can I join? I need to practice playing well with others, I’ve mostly only played with myself.”

“It’s my night.” Emily says, unable to stop herself from smiling. “Amber always joins me, but I can see if she is ok with you watching us.”

“I can learn a lot from watching.” Layne says. “Like I did last week.”

“Only four to our bed, when it’s time to sleep, until we get the master suite done.” Jane says. “Watching is fine, but I need my sleep.”

*****

“Will you talk to them about getting me a truck soon?” Taylor asks as she takes a curve a bit more aggressively than Amber would like. “I’m going to get filthy on a call one of these days, and I’m going to get bawled out for messing up the car.”

“I’ll talk to Jane about it later tonight, if I get the chance.” Amber says, holding tightly onto the arm rest.

“Thanks.” Taylor says, as she throws on her blinker at the last moment, ripping the wheel to the left as she takes the turn into the driveway without slowing.

“Goats!” Isabel says from the backseat, looking into the field they were driving along. “What’s that one?”

“Where?” Taylor asks, distractedly looking into the back seat to see where Isabel is pointing, before looking over at the creature. “Looks like a donkey.”

“Eyes on the road.” Amber says firmly. After Taylor begins looking forward again, Amber asks. “Why would you put a donkey with goats?”

“They may have had a coyote problem in the past.” Taylor says. “Donkeys are good at keeping them away. Coyotes don’t love getting kicked in the head.”

“Oh…” Isabel says.

“Here we are.” Taylor says, stopping abruptly in front of a gate. “We’ll have to walk from here.”

Grabbing her bag, and getting out of the car, Taylor hops the gate first, before turning to help Isabel, and then Amber climb over.

“Which one is it?” Amber asks, looking around the field.

“That one, over there.” Taylor says, setting off at a brisk pace.

“What about those cows?” Amber says, a tone of worry entering her voice. “Are they friendly?”

“They aren’t too bad. If they charge you, yell at them and wave your arms.” Taylor says. “We are going to be looking at the paint horse with the bandage on her hoof. I had to fix it a few days ago, we just need to unwrap it, and see if it’s healing.”

“What if yelling and waving our arms doesn’t work?” Amber asks, tightening her grip on Isabel’s hand.

“I’d suggest moving out of their way, and hopping the fence.” Taylor says. “Getting run over isn’t fun.”

Isabel stops, digging in her heels when Amber keeps walking. “Wait.”

Taylor stops, looking back at them. “You’ll be fine. Just stay with me.”

“You promise?” Isabel asks.

“I won’t let you get run over.” Taylor promises. “Besides, these cows are pretty calm. And none of them have calves right now.”

“Does that matter?” Amber asks.

“It does with some cows.” Taylor says, stopping a few feet from the horse she came to inspect. “There was a farm we got called to a lot, where the cow would charge us any time she had a calf. And some of the time when she didn’t.”

“Let’s take a look here.” Taylor says, patting the horse on the side, before running her hand down the leg to undo the bandage. “No signs of infection, and she was putting weight on it. Both of those are good signs. Isabel, come a little closer, and take a look.”

Isabel approaches hesitantly, stopping a few feet away.

“Hard to see anything from all the way over there.” Taylor says.

When Isabel approaches a bit closer, Taylor lifts the hoof again, nodding at it. “See, no pus leaking out, and nothing terribly discolored, right?”

Isabel nods, glancing back longingly at the safety of Amber.

“We just need to put a little more medicine on it, and then we can wrap it back up.” Taylor says, reaching into her bag. Handing Isabel the bandage and medicine, she lifts the hoof again. “Smear some of that onto the hoof.”

Isabel reaches into the jar, scooping a bit out, and gingerly applying it.

“A bit more, and use a little more pressure.” Taylor says. “We want it to get into the wound.”

“Like that?” Isabel asks, getting more of the medicine, and hesitantly pressing it in.

“Yep.” Taylor says. “Now we just need to wrap it up.”

Freeing one of her hands, Taylor reaches over, wrapping the hoof with ease that evinced years of practice.

Letting go of the hoof, Taylor pats the horse one more time, before wiping her hands on her jeans. “All done. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Isabel shakes her head, before wiping her hands on her jeans in imitation of Taylor.

“Back to the car.” Taylor says. “You’ll like the next farm a bit more. They’ve got some goats we need to look at.”

*****

“Is Sheriff Miller around?” Robert asks an elderly woman sitting at a desk at the entrance to the Sheriff’s portion of the courthouse basement, all of her attention on a crossword puzzle.

“Rick!” The woman yells without looking up. “Visitors!”

In a slightly quieter tone, she says. “He’ll be out in a minute.”

“We’ve talked about this, Helen.” Rick says a minute later when he emerges from a hallway. “Just pick up the phone, and hit the button with my name on it. There is no need to yell.”

“This is easier.” Helen says, still not looking up.

Rick huffs in exasperation, before looking up at Robert, flanked by Jia and Reyna. “Come on back.” Rick says, nodding towards the hallway he just came from, before turning to head back in that direction.

“Sorry about that.” Rick says after they clear the lobby. “My dispatcher got detained, and I haven’t found a suitable replacement. Helen did the job years ago, back when I was just a deputy, and it seems I’m stuck with her for now.”

“My company is having the same issue.” Robert says. “I’ve still got an opening in my department, because everyone I’ve tried to move into my department can’t be spared right now.”

“You don’t have someone in your house who can do it?” Rick asks.

“I’d rather not.” Robert says. “Even if my company would allow it.”

Coming to a stop in front of a large metal door, Rick pulls out a set of keys, opening first that door, and then another one, this one looking like a stereotypical jail cell door.

“This is the evidence room.” Rick says, stepping back into the hallway. “Not that there is any real evidence in there right now. I’ve got the rest in my office. Feel free to take a look, ladies.”

Jia steps in immediately, sorting through the various weapons on metal racks, propped up in corners, and laying on the floor. Reyna follows a bit more slowly, eyes wide at the sight of so many weapons.

“I wanted to thank you again for all of the help yesterday.” Robert says. “That would have taken us forever to get done.”

“I was happy to do it.” Rick says. “Kris really took a shine to your Chinese gal.”

“I heard.” Robert says. “What’s her deal?”

“Hell if I know.” Rick says, shrugging. “She lived with her mother until she passed about twenty years ago, and since then, she’s been on her own. She left for a few years for college, but I don’t know where, or if that’s where the obsession with Chinese stuff came from. She’s not exactly talkative.”

“What does she do?” Robert asks.

“I have no idea.” Rick says. “Nothing, as far as I can tell. She’s got a few animals, but as far as I know, she’s never had a job, or anything to really keep her busy.”

“Odd.” Robert says.

“Here we go.” Jia says, picking up a rifle from the pile in front of her, checking to make sure it is unloaded before throwing it to her shoulder. Taking it back down, she pops out the magazine, before working the action a few times. “This one is in 22LR, it should work for training.”

“Great.” Robert says.

Jia hands it to Reyna, before going back to digging.

“Have you ever used something like that before?” Robert asks.

“This wasn’t really the kind of thing my family had.” Reyna says.

“Ooh..” Jia says, struggling the tiniest bit to hold up a large rifle with a scope. “It’s not on the list, but can we keep this one?”

“What is it?” Robert asks, looking at it with curiosity. “And why would you need something that big, unless you were going to Africa?”

“.50 cal.” Jia says. “Get some AP rounds, and I could hit anyone on our property with this, even behind cover. I was hoping I might find a .308, or a .300 Win Mag, but this is way better.”

Robert looks at Rick for help, but just receives a shrug. “Up to you.” He says. “I need to get rid of this stuff eventually, and get my evidence room back.”

“Put it to the side, and let me think about it.” Robert says. “We only have so much room in the gun safe.”

“Can we get rid of some of the other stuff?” Jia says. “We don’t really need that stuff.”

“No.” Robert says shortly. Looking over at Rick, he asks. “Any chance we can put some stuff aside, and pick it up once Chad’s guys finish walling off our armory room?”

“I guess I can make that work.” Rick says. “I’ve got a few other people interested in picking through this stuff, so make sure it ends up in my office.”

After a few more minutes of examination, Jia gets excited again. “Here we go. It’s a poverty pony, but it’ll do as a trainer after everyone gets used to the 22.”

“Poverty pony?” Robert asks inquisitively.

“Don’t ask me.” Reyna says quietly.

“I think that’s it for this room.” Jia says. “You said you have more in your office?”

*****

“Did we need this many guns?” Jane asks incredulously, staring at the weaponry being carried through the front door. “I love shooting as much as anyone, but this feels excessive.”

“Rick put more aside for us.” Robert says. “This is all that will fit in the safe. Jia would have emptied the building if we had let her.”

“Most of it was garbage.” Jia says. “But I did manage to find a few decent guns. May I start training volunteers?”

“Let’s discuss that at breakfast tomorrow.” Jane says. “Is there more that needs to be carried in?”

“Ammo is in the trunk.” Robert says. “Two cans and a few boxes.”

“We’ll grab it.” Jane says, motioning for Alexia to follow. “Reyna, can you give us a hand with some furniture later? Megan is going to grab a few things from her old house.”

“Sure.” Reyna says.

When the guns and ammo are stored in the safe, Robert turns to Jia. “Most of the girls have never even held a gun. I want you to move slowly. Teach them safety first, then you can work on drills with empty guns. If you or Reyna want to do live fire, that’s fine, but everyone else needs to ease into things.”

“Understood.” Jia says. “I’d like to test fire the new guns, may I do so tomorrow?”

“Get with me in the morning, and I’ll block out some time on my schedule.” Robert says. “I want Jane or I with you at first, in case the neighbors complain.”

Jia nods, turning to leave. After a moment, Reyna turns to follow.

“Reyna.” Robert says. “One minute.”

Turning, Reyna takes a few steps back towards Robert.

“I’d like you to talk to Samira and Kendra about lead exposure before you start doing live fire.” He asks, taking a step forward, and taking her hand in his. “I’m not asking you to not participate, just to work with them to minimize your lead exposure, since we are trying to get pregnant.”

“I didn’t think about that.” Reyna says. “I’ll go talk to Samira now, and do some research.”

“See if you two can come up with something we can use moving forward.” Robert says. “How much shooting is ok, what precautions we need to take, etc… I’ll talk to Jane about it, so she knows to expect you to order some stuff.”

“Thank you.” Reyna says, leaning up to kiss him. “I could wait to go see Samira…”

“I wish, but I need to get back to work.” Robert says. “It’s got to be your night soon, or Taylor’s.”

“I wouldn’t know. Jane hasn’t posted the new schedule.” Reyna says. “It’s driving us all a bit crazy.”

“I’ll talk to her about it.” Robert says.

“Thanks.” Reyna says, rubbing herself against him ever so slightly. “Are you sure you have to get back to work?”

“Unfortunately.” Robert groans, after glancing at the time on his phone.

*****

“Three of you?” Robert asks, looking between Amber, Emily, and Layne.

“If that is ok, Master.” Emily says. “Layne is eager to learn, and I offered to allow her to observe tonight.”

“It’s your night.” Robert says.

“It’s both of your night, Master.” Amber says. “If you would rather it just be Emily, Layne and I will leave.”

“No, it’s fine.” Robert says. “I don’t mind.”

“Good.” Amber says, motioning Emily forward. Robert pulls her towards him, kissing her gently, but firmly.

“Master.” Emily gasps softly.

“Hmmm?” Robert growls, hands running down her body to grope her ample backside.

“It’s been too long.” Emily says, squeaking a bit as his hands squeeze her ass.

“I know. We’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Robert whispers to her.

“My turn?” Amber asks with a smile.

Joining them, Amber puts her arms around them both, kissing first Robert, and then Emily.

“Woah.” Layne says, still standing in place, staring at the women.

“What?” Robert asks with a chuckle.

“Do all of the girls do that?” Layne asks, tongue visible for a moment as she subconsciously licks her lips.

“Not all of them.” Robert says. “But most of them do. You can if you want to, but that’s up to you, and the other girls.”

“I saw a video, where girls were doing more than that…” Layne says hesitantly.

“It happens.” Robert says.

“It’s going to happen here in a few minutes.” Emily says, panting after her long kiss with Amber.

“Oh…” Layne says, eyes laser focused on Emily.

“Is that something that interests you?” Amber asks.

Layne swallows hard, before nodding eagerly.

“Come here.” Robert says, beckoning her forward into her embrace. As she melts into his arms, shaking slightly, he continues. “If there are things that you are interested in doing, you need to tell us. We can’t read your mind, and everyone is different.”

“I want to do everything.” Layne says instantly.

“No, you don’t.” Amber says. “You don’t know what everything is. Trust me.”

“I do.” Layne says, nodding.

“Why don’t you take a seat, and watch for now?” Robert suggests. “If you see something you want to try, put it in a note on your phone, and we can look at it when we are done?”

Layne nods, taking out her phone, typing rapidly while she works her way to the lone chair in the room.

“Master, may we undress you now?” Amber asks.

“Please.” Robert says, enjoying the luxury of being stripped by the two women. “My turn.” He says when they finish, taking his time stripping first Amber, and before moving to Emily.

“Turn.” He says, after taking off her shirt. Unsnapping her bra, he reaches around, massaging her breasts, and lightly tweaking her nipples. Running his hands down her stomach, he kneels, pulling her shorts and panties down as he does. Leaning forward, he kisses first one cheek, and then the other.

Pushing lightly on her back, she bends forward, hands on the bed. Grabbing her cheeks with both hands, he pulls up and spreads them, leaning in.

“Mmm…” Emily moans.

Amber sits in front of her, reaching up to cup her cheek, before leaning in to kiss her.

Robert vaguely hears the snap of jeans, but ignores it, focusing entirely on Emily’s dripping peach.

“Please.” Emily says, after Amber breaks her kiss. “Just fuck me, Master.”

Standing, Robert lightly smacks her rump, before lining himself up, and slowly sliding into her.

“Fuck.” Emily groans, pushing back against him, arms now wrapped around Amber.

As Robert begins to move faster, hips smacking her ass, a movement catches his eye. Turning his head slightly, he sees Layne clumsily sliding the chair closer, her pants down to her knees making the motion a bit more difficult. Snorting, he looks up at Amber, who is smiling as she holds onto Emily.

By the time Layne stops moving, she is almost touching Robert, feet under the bed.

“What do you think?” Amber asks, making Layne jump a bit, pulling her hands out from between her legs guiltily.

“Huh?” She asks.

Amber nods towards Robert, still pounding into Emily, whose skin is beginning to redden.

Layne bites her lip as she watches, before looking back up at Amber. “I want to try that.”

“Add it to your notes.” Robert gasps, clearly tiring.

“Ugh…” Emily pants, slumping forward. “Too much.”

Robert steps back, pulling out of her, a tiny string connecting the two just long enough to draw Layne’s attention, before it snaps.

Helping Emily further up onto the bed, Amber rises, coming to Robert, before kneeling in front of him. “May I clean you up, Master?”

Robert nods, still breathing heavily.

“Pay attention.” Amber tells Layne, before leaning forward, tongue trailing along the side of Robert’s erection until she reaches the base, and then coming back up the other side.

Layne leans in, hair brushing Robert’s leg, mouth half open as she watches with rapt attention. Reaching the tip, Amber glances over at Layne, making eye contact as she begins taking Robert’s length in her mouth.

Layne gasps, leaning back slightly as her hands once again make their way between her thighs. When Amber has taken Robert’s entire length, and her face is pressed against him, Layne moans, opening her mouth to speak, before closing it, grabbing her phone, typing something quickly, and tossing it aside as she begins rubbing herself more vigorously.

“I’m getting close.” Robert warns after a few minutes of this.

Pulling off his dick, Amber turns to look back at Emily. “Get ready.”

Looking back at Robert, she continues. “Emily would like you to cum in her, Master.”

Robert nods, looking over at Emily, who is wiggling to the edge of the bed, grabbing her feet and pulling them upwards to present him with his target. Grunting, he pulls out of Amber’s mouth, stepping forward quickly, and thrusting deeply into Emily. After a few short thrusts, he stiffens, grabbing onto her and pulling her closer to ensure he is buried completely inside of her.

A few moments later he slumps to the bed next to Emily, breathing heavily as he keeps one hand on her, caressing her.

Amber grabs a few pillows, shoving them under Emily’s ass to help elevate it, before climbing on the bed, mounting Emily’s face, and reaching out to help hold her legs.

“I didn’t realize you were trying that hard.” Robert says, still recovering his wind.

“Mei was supposed to be trying.” Amber says. “Since she is unable to, Emily wished to do so.”

Robert looks over at Emily, reaching over to caress her affectionately.

“Master?” Amber says, nodding towards Layne, who is still rubbing herself vigorously, a look of frustration on her face as she looks at the trio. “I believe she needs some help.”

“Layne.” Robert says, getting her attention. “If you want my help, come over here.”

Layne stands too quickly, nearly tripping on her pants. Kicking them off, she takes the few steps to the bed, climbing onto it eagerly. Looking down at his dick, she reaches forward for it.

“Come up here.” Robert says, directing her towards the top of the bed. “There you go. Bring this leg over here, and that one right here.”

When Layne is in position on top of Robert’s face, he reaches up, pulling her down.

She squeals as his tongue makes contact, beginning to shake almost immediately. Latching onto her clit, Robert sucks hard, flicking it vigorously with his tongue to force the orgasm from the frustrated woman.

Grunting, Layne pushes down, attempting to grind on Robert’s face, until she slumps forward, spent.

*****

“What’s the verdict?” Jane asks as Tom takes a seat across from her at Gracie’s Diner on Saturday morning.

Tom sits, sighing as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “I think we are going to be ok.” He eventually says, keeping his hands glued to the sides of the cup. “We didn’t hit our goal yet, but we took note of who didn’t show, and most of them will be getting visits from a friend or neighbor to try to talk them around. We may need to run the Sunday auction, but I think we’ll hit the goal.”

“And how many women did you buy?” Jane asks mischievously.

“Just one.” Tom says defensively. “I’ll max out my allotment on Sunday, if we don’t hit our goal. I’ve got commitments from a few others to do the same. It would be helpful if you and Robert would do the same. You can take three more without me even adjusting the allotment, and that could be the difference.”

“Not a chance.” Jane says, taking a sip of her coffee. “We’ve already got twelve girls, and two of them are locals. I’m not saying we couldn’t use one or two more, but Robert is feeling overwhelmed already, like he doesn’t have enough time for the girls we have. In a year or two, I’ll be able to justify a few more, to help with childcare. I might be able to swing one before that, if we can find a teacher who is a great fit. Getting the renovations done will really help, we can finally get settled into a routine.”

“How is that going?” Tom asks.

“Chad hasn’t been by in a few days, but it seems like they are making good progress.” Jane says. “Valentina seems satisfied.”

“Chad’s been busy.” Tom says. “A few of the other new arrivals are wanting work done, so he’s been having to do the prep work for them, and then there is the auction business.”

“Is he one of the holdouts?” Jane asks.

“He has a fairly large allotment, and his wife isn’t happy about it.” Tom admits. “She must have called Lorraine a dozen times asking that I decrease the minimum to one. His income is just too high, and if I start altering allotments for family, I’ll have everyone demanding I do the same for them.”

“Family?” Jane asks, interest clear in her voice. “You didn’t mention that before.”

“He’s Lorraine’s nephew.” Tom says.

“Interesting.” Jane says, mentally filing that away. “I need to start taking notes on how everyone in this town is connected to each other.”

“You’d keep finding new connections for years.” Tom laughs.

“So, his wife doesn’t want him to participate in the auction…” Jane says. “Did she say why? He mentioned that she got detained, so is it just an objection to the system in general? Or is it jealousy?”

“I think it’s a little of everything.” Tom says. “Lorraine knows more about it than I do. I’m trying to stay out of it.”

“What if he let her pick the women?” Jane asks.

“He suggested that, and apparently she wanted him to go to an auction out of town.” Tom says. “That’s one of her things, she doesn’t want him with any of her friends, relatives, and especially not anyone he dated before they got together.”

“Strangers are a crapshoot.” Jane says. “If there is anyone here she can get along with, that would probably be a better idea.”

“It’s been mentioned.” Tom says. “And Lorraine has explained the importance of keeping the other local girls here. I think we’ve decided to leave it for a week or two, and try to get by this round without him.”

“Probably a good idea.” Jane says. “You may need his allotment to hit the quota one of the upcoming weeks.”

“Exactly.” Tom says. “I need to get moving, I’ve got a quite a few stops to make before the next auction starts.”