Guns and Rosebuds

When they had left the apartment building, Grant had thought that the tint on the windows in the front lobby had been a nice touch to keep the sun out of his eyes. Now that the sun was falling below the horizon, and he was on the outside of the building trying to see in, the tint on the windows looked foreboding. He knew it was a matter of perspective, attempting to look in instead of looking out, but it was still a perspective that **** him to acknowledge that life around them was dangerous. And likely to get more so than less in the coming days.

As the police cruiser pulled to a stop in front of the building, Grant opened his door, and then grabbed the shotgun as well. Maybe it was stupid, or maybe it was smart, but the spur of the moment decision seemed right to him in a way that leaving it just didn’t. When Brittany looked at Grant with a raised eyebrow, he just shrugged and opened the door for the ladies who had ridden in the back seat.

The walk to the lobby front door had Grant, and thus Brittany, on edge. When they opened the door, Brittany already had her pistol up and was sweeping the area inside. There was absolutely no one inside the lobby, and Grant was simultaneously immensely relieved and feeling like an absolute idiot. There had been some street scuffles in the street, but there hadn’t seemed like there was a war out there for women. The decision to take the shotgun seemed more than a little ridiculous now, but he wasn’t going back out there to just put it away. It was be faster, and safer, to just keep carrying it when him while the collected their things. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been planning on putting his clothes and person effects in a backpack anyway. Trying to carry several changes of clothes, deodorant, his tooth brush, and all his other things he was bringing in his arms would have been stupid even without the gun.

Blowing out a deep breath, Grant took the butt of the shotgun, and let it slide to the crook of his arm, pointing the shotgun down and to the side. It was something that his dad had trained him to do while hunting, so that he could quickly reshoulder the weapon without having to take the time that bringing it to bear from not being ready at all. It had gotten him a few birds on occasion, and he figured if it was safe enough while he was duck hunting, it was probably safe enough in an empty lobby.

“Okay, my apartment is on the sixth floor. Two levels from the top. Let’s start there and work our way down. Remember, the only things we need to get are essentials. A few changes of clothes, hygiene products, and a few personal items. Nothing massive, it all has to fit in a backpack that you will be carrying.”

Wry looks and voices acknowledged that there wasn’t going to be anything that couldn’t fit into a backpack that would be going. When the elevator arrive din the lobby, Grant started to enter it when a hand reached out and a gruff voice said “I claim you.”

“Like fuck you do.” Grant said, knocking the hand aside as he got a look at the man inside the elevator. His eyes narrowed when he saw it was the same man who had tried to claim one of his girls earlier.

“Oh, it’s you. What the hell are you doing out here, ambushing everyone without them even seeing you coming? Get your hands off me!” Grant said, his eyes locked onto the man. The split and bloodied lip from what he assumed was their previous encounter gave him a sense of accomplishment. Not that he enjoyed beating other people, but there was something primal about having successfully defended his woman. Especially from a creep like the greasy haired asshole in front of him.

“Uh…I uh…. I was just getting off the elevator.” The man scuffled past Grant, his eyes filled with a little fer and a lot of hate. As he sidled past, the other man looked over the four women that were with Grant, the longing briefly replacing the fear that had been in his eyes. Grant started to tight his grip, but before he could say anything the man all but fled into the night. Whatever else was going on, Grant had no doubt that that man was on the hunt. For women, for something that would erase his previous defeat from his mind. For something that, if they ever met again, would let him have a better chance at beating Grant the way that Grant had beaten him.

Bringing up the rear after the girls had gotten on the elevator, Grant made sure he was going to be between the doors and anyone who tried to pull another stunt like the guy waiting in the elevators. He quickly devised a plan where Brittany would go first with her formal training, and he would bring up the rear. Not that stopped everything, but at least it would hinder some people from trying to take his girls from him, and as the only other person with a real weapon, it would let him defend the group in case someone crazy tried to attack them. Or at least, that was the hope.

First Grant, then Julie, and finally Alice and Jessica got their belongings. It only took a pointed reminder that they didn’t have room for every set of special awards or in Jessica’s case, a pair of high heeled shoes that would have bene perfect for a ballroom. Other than that it went fine until Alice tried to get a second bag. She insisted she would still carry it, but when Grant gently but firmly said no, she pouted.

“But Master…how else am I supposed to bring…” Towards the end her sentence had broken down into mumbles that were exceedingly difficult to hear.

“Can you repeat that, Alice?” Grant asked, his brow furrowed. It took three more attempts, and a steadily more red faced Alice, before he finally heard her all the way through.

“But how else am I supposed to bring all my toys, Master? I know you’ll want to use them with me…on me. And I think it would be really good if I could bring them. I promise I’ll be a good girl for you!”

When Grant looked at what she wanted to bring, he was impressed despite himself. Nipple clamps and dildos were the main objects, but there was a set of three matching butt plugs, a riding crop, two strap on vibrators, and even a set of nipple cups that acted as suctions. The fact that Grant had put a creampie in two of his women within the two hours since he had left his apartment building did absolutely nothing to stop the fact that he was harder than steel in an instant.

“I tell you what, Alice. You got ahead and pick your favorite set of nipple clamps, and put them on. Then I’ll help you get a plug in that good girl ass of yours, and you can put the lube, the vibrators, and the suction cups in my backpack. I should have a little spare room.”

With a squeal of delight, Alice gave him a big hug. After she had packed away everything else, the Hispanic girl had shed her shirt, showing off her dusky skin and her dark chocolate nipples. With a kiss, Grant attached the nipple clamps, and then tightened them until Alice’s eyes were half lidded with undisguised lust. Then, he had her drop her pants, bend over, and lubed her tight back door. When she was ready, he had her spread her cheeks and pushed the plug up her ass in a slow steady press. He was more than happy with the fact she squirted when it finally popped into her hole, the stretch of her ass going wide and then clinging to the toy like her life depended on it.