The New Crew

TERRACE LAUGHERTY, CHAMELEON

It had been a strange afternoon for Terrace. He had spent the morning going to visit his sister Melinda, but she left only a few minutes after he had gotten there. She said there was some sort of ‘business relationship’ she had to deal with involving another young woman. An entrepreneur who was trying to start her own business. None of that was all that odd but Terrace spent a little time hanging around with Homer but he had some work to get done which meant he was terrible conversation. Not wanting to wear out his welcome, it wasn’t long before he left.

Things changed as he went to lunch though. He sat around his apartment, screwing around and playing some of the slower-paced, simulation computer games he preferred until he got hungry. He didn’t feel like cooking so he decided to take a walk down the street to get some fast food where he found a very lovely, young blond girl that he had assumed was going to school in town taking orders at the front register. After ordering, he wasn’t sure where it came from, but he felt a boldness rise up that he didn’t know existed anywhere within him. He leaned in so nobody else could hear and said he’d be willing to pay her fifty bucks for a blowjob. He thought for sure she would slap him across the face or at least get one of the managers to kick him out. Instead she smiled. A very naughty smile. She then told him to eat quickly and said her shift ended in fifteen minutes.

Less than a half hour later, the both of them were sneaking out of the men’s room together after she had happily drained his balls down her throat and swallowed his jizz down without hesitation. He only had 20 dollar bills so he had given her sixty dollars and called the extra 10 a tip. Afterward she had written her cell phone number on the back of his hand and said that if he ever wanted another round, she didn’t mind the idea of having some regulars in her clientele and he seemed like a nice guy. But now he was back home on his computer with his eyes repeatedly glancing at his phone while he idly wondered how much money he could afford to spend on her and how what she might be willing to do for that kind of money. That was the first action of any kind he had gotten since the divorce and he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone else get you off. He kind of wanted to try it again.

-----Gerald’s targets------

NATALIE VOLKOV, LUSH

She couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t even 7PM and the bartender had already cut her off. Granted she was kind of a lightweight when it came to booze as she had just turned 22 and hadn’t really bothered to drink much since she became old enough in the states. She knew what proof meant but she didn’t have a great deal of experience to know how much was too much for her. She also didn’t really know what kind of booze she would like but for some reason today, she just felt like going out to experiment with it a little bit. What surprised her the most is that the more she drank, the more she wanted and the more turned on she felt.

Part of her was kind of glad she got kicked out of the bar. If she had stuck around too much longer and had too much more to drink there was a good chance she would have **** one of the guys somewhere to do God-knows-what to her. Now out in the evening air she had settled on what seemed like a much safer and more sensible plan. She was pretty sure there was a liquor store near here so that’s where she was heading. Of all the things she tried, she liked the tequila the best so she planned to buy a bottle of that and then go home to rub her cunt with one hand while drinking down the rest of the bottle with the other. Her grandfather and parents probably wouldn’t approve but it wasn’t like the school was going to deny her communications degree just because she masturbated and got drunk for one night. And they were halfway across the world so it wasn’t like there was much they could do to stop her anyway.

AMUNET EBEID, NERD

Her studies had been progressing rather slowly today. Usually she was an extremely focused and diligent student. And to some extent she still was, it was just that the finance stuff just seemed kind of stale and boring all of a sudden. Her father was a very wealthy, very successful loan officer in Cairo and he had arranged for her to come to the United States for her education. It was his analysis that doing so could both help her improve her English, which would help the company with international negotiations, while also learning about money. And she had agree to come here as that to be a very solid career path. Being multilingual and having a father in the position she did, with the right education, could put her on a very firm setting for her future and she had done a good job of dedicating herself to her studies.

But money for some reason today had just seemed like an uninteresting topic. Her mind kept drifting to things like the technology that was behind the laptop she was using and if she could upgrade it somehow. Or if she could get a better one. This wasn’t really a gaming computer and for some reason the idea of having something top-tier felt like a necessity. Eventually she had given up and decided to try something, anything a little more intellectually stimulating and she found her way to downloading what was supposed to be a very good chess program onto her computer. She did like Chess a bit when she was younger and the idea of a good turn-based strategy game suddenly called to her. If she couldn’t focus on her school work today, maybe could play that to clear her head a little bit. At least that was the thought initially. For whatever reason as she started to play and get involved in the game, she started to feel a little aroused as well while wondering what other strategy games were out there to begin digging in to.

CATHERINE MCHALE, GOTTA FUCK ‘EM ALL

Catherine remained glued to her computer screen as she had spent most of the day just relaxing and enjoying herself. Being a politician's daughter could be difficult at times, even if her mother was 'just' a state senator. In an effort to maintain appearances, there were certain minimum standards that had to be adhered to to make things look good for the voters. Which is why she had spent two years in military service before going to college, in-state of course, on the GI bill. Having direct family that have been in the service always looked good on the flyers after all.

She still hadn't figured out what she wanted to get a degree in, she just knew that she wanted to avoid the political law and political science degrees that led her mom into politics. After hearing some confidential stories from her mother, she wanted nothing to do with that mess. One of the things she had learned was that the popular notion of state and local politics being less corrupt than the federal government, was an absolute myth. The smaller scale stuff never got as much media attention or oversight. Because of this, one of her mom's favorite cliches around the house after a particularly difficult day was, "when the cat's away, the mice will play”. After knowing some of the inside info, she didn't know what she wanted her final degree to be, but she knew it would be something completely unrelated to politics. Which is why so far she was taking a lot of general electives in her first semester while trying to figure that all out.

Late last night for some reason she became rather bored and after poking around on the Internet, had downloaded an emulator on her laptop and decided to give one of those Pokemon games a shot. It is a cultural phenomenon, popular worldwide, her little sister loved it, and she knew next to nothing about it. After starting, she actually found it to be pretty good. She started with one of the oldest games (blue) and even though it had terrible graphics and was older than hell, it was pretty good and by the time she went to bed, she had ordered a used Nintendo 3DS and some of the games for that. She could hopefully pick them up from her parents' house when she went there for Thanksgiving and if she liked those, maybe she could spring for a Switch and the newest games.

ALEXIS HUSSEIN, NYMPHOMANIAC

It had been a difficult 24 hours for Alexis' ability to study or do much of anything really. She had found her mind rather fixated on sex. She had been this horny before, even worse a few times, but never this bad for this long. She had even given in and gotten herself off late last night and she still woke up with a wet and needy vagina. If she didn't share a room with another woman, she might have just given in again and masturbated but she wastoo self-conscious and embarrassed for that.

She would need to wait for Catherine to fall asleep first. Luckily she was too distracted by her computer to say anything about her roommate spending all day in their room wearing her underwear. Alexis didn’t want to wear anything more because she was just feeling a bit too hot to put on any heavier clothes. Until she went to bed though, Alexis would do her best to focus on her course work and fight her need for release as well as she could. If this heat didn’t wind down soon though, she wasn’t sure how long her virginity would remain intact.

NANCY THOMPSON, GOTH

Nancy checked her appearance in the mirror and liked what she saw. Which was a rare moment during the course of the day. When she woke up this morning she had blond hair, plain white underwear, and a nice tie dye dress. But as she got ready for the day, nothing looked or felt remotely right. Up until last night her parents’ job didn’t bother her either. They were both high level, corporate lawyers that were quite skilled at shielding their respective companies from lawsuits and liabilities regardless of how guilty or dishonestly they had acted. Both her mom and dad were well respected for their skills and up until last night, Nancy had respected them for it as well.

It was as she was falling asleep that she noticed her perspective begin to shift a little bit. One thing was she started to feel a little bit upset by her parents working so hard to keep people from getting paid when they were probably entitled to some form of remuneration. Getting away with sketchy shit could only serve to further embolden the company into being a little sketchier, thinking they could get away with a little more. Testing the limits of the law and judges the same way a 5 year old tests the patience of their parents and teachers. Which means her parents kind of created more suffering, empowered the powerful, and were actually applauded for it. Because ‘being a successful lawyer’ and winning cases was the kind of thing popular culture and society told them they were supposed to do. Which led her to have some rather unsavory thoughts to how society worked.

When she awoke, her mood and perspective had not improved. She felt gloomier and darker than ever and the way she looked in the mirror felt so empty, vapid, and insulting that she immediately went to the local store that had some better clothing options and makeup. After a few hours of fixing herself up, she didn’t feel any happier as she looked in the mirror but she at least felt that the dark look was more appropriate to the dark way the world behaved. She was at least honest about it while everyone else was trying to dress it up in brighter colors and big smiles when the truth was they were just polishing a turd.

One other small benefit that Nancy noticed as she looked at her reflection was that she was fucking hot. One of the other problems with being a standard, conformist normie was the idea that you had to keep yourself celibate, delicate, or at least restrained until you get married. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hold to that anymore either. Maybe finding a hot guy, dragging them into a bathroom, and getting a pounding might be a good time.

MARCIA DONALDSON, SOLDIER

Marcia enjoyed weekends. No classes meant no demands on her time and usually she did her best to take advantage of the extra time to sleep and rest. Until today she did that at least. She didn’t quite understand where the motivation came from or the reason why it felt so compelling all of a sudden, but this morning was totally different. She actually woke up just before sunrise and the idea of going back to sleep didn’t appeal to her at all. Instead she felt like getting up and doing something productive. With no real direction and nobody to give her some ideas, which for some reason also seemed necessary, she opted to go for a little exercise. Which wound up being a lot of exercise. She jogged around campus until she discovered a long and winding hiking path that she took full advantage of. She just ran for several hours and in an even more bizarre twist, enjoyed every moment of it. From the scenery of the trees as their leaves had abandoned their green coloring in favor of gold, red, orange, and brown to the crisp and cold autumn air blowing off of the river nearby, it was all simply marvelous. But for some reason she found nothing more enjoyable and rewarding than the sweat she had worked up by the end.

She then ran over to the cafeteria, grabbed a light breakfast, and began planning out the rest of her week. She enjoyed this morning’s run so much that she decided to try some more exercise tomorrow morning too. Though since this was her first serious run, she could already tell that her legs were likely going to be a little bit sore tomorrow. Which meant maybe working on her upper body instead would be a good idea. She was going to need to look into the school gym and find out the hours it was open. She knew there was one somewhere but hadn’t really given it a second thought until today.

But with no commander to give her her an assignment for the rest of the day (why was that so necessary?) she returned to the TAX Shelter and did the closest thing she could think of in terms of fulfilling her duty. That was her schoolwork and studying. As she walked inside the sorority house, she began thinking about that tan woman guard that watched the house at night on weekdays. That girl had an amazing physique. Marcia made a note to herself to request some workout tips and suggestions when she arrived Monday night.

-----Asuka’s Targets-----

PAULINE MORNEAU, LOVER

Marcia’s roommate also spent a fair portion of the day out of the house. And like her roommate, she spent a good amount of time on the same hiking trail. The difference is that Pauline was there for entirely different reasons. In the past when she wasn’t busy with cheerleading or schoolwork, she often acted like a bit of a flirt. The more the guy she was talking to seemed like a socially awkward putz, the more she enjoyed toying with him. She was never all that mean about it like some of the women that would flirt with a guy just to dump and humiliate them though. She just enjoyed the blushing shyness of some, the faux boldness others presented, or the startled curiosity that occasionally happened. Of course some recognized the idle flirting almost immediately and blew her off rather quickly. She didn't enjoy those nearly as much but it was still interesting to see who caught on and who didn't. She almost considered it to be a scientific experiment as she tried to guess which men would react in what manner.

Today though, she just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t as if it was a hardcore hobby or something she did all the time or anything. Just a fun way to lighten up her day once in a while when she was bored. For some reason she just found herself regretting a lot of that though. Maybe she could have given some of those guys a chance since some of them seemed genuinely nice. Maybe if she met up with them again she could do a little more than flirting and offer then a real date. Since going to bed last night she had had felt a growing bit of hopeful loneliness and that’s kind of what had brought on this reflective state of mind. She felt as if she should consider actually pursuing a real, serious relationship finally. Problem is none of the people she saw really did anything for her. Even some of the men she had previously had a thing for just seemed a little less cute and desirable than she remembered.

Weirder still is she kind of found herself trying to find ‘that one special someone’ which was an idea she laughed at the day before. The soul-mate, sugary, Disney, made-for-each-other sappy nonsense was just something she never really entertained or wanted. She always found romance with difficulty to be far more grand than some sort of storybook, perfect relationship. There was no greater sign of love than acknowledging someone else’s mountain of faults, hang-ups, and personal bullshit but looking past that because you want to be with them that much. ‘A good relationship, like a sword is strengthened in fire’ was the way she looked at it. Or at least used to. Or maybe still did. She wasn’t sure. But she got the feeling that if she kept looking around, eventually, she would find at least some sort of answer. And it was an answer that she needed.

PATRICIA PATTERSON, MAID TO ORDER

A lot of her other housemates had been acting a little differently today but it didn’t really matter to Patricia. In fact she was oddly pleased by it as she had found puttering around the sorority house all day kind of rewarding. She wasn’t sure why but after making her bed this morning, she offered to take care of her roommate Larissa’s as well. It didn’t stop there. As she began moving Larissa’s blankets around she thought she notices a little big of an unpleasant odor. Larissa hadn’t been the most reliable when it came to washing her sheets on a regular basis so Patricia offered to go all in and wash them first.

As she walked to the washing machine it occurred to her that the two sheets she had in hr hands didn’t really constitute a “full load,” so she asked a few more of the women in the house if they had any laundry. By the time she got down to the basement she didn’t have just one load, she had four. And for some reason she actually looked forward to doing it. And one of the best things about doing laundry is that you can do other chores while the washing machine and dryer went to work. While she laundry was going, Patricia also took some time to scrub out the microwave, wash dishes, and straighten up Catherine and Alexis’ room as they both seemed oddly distracted today. Patricia didn’t mind though, for some reason picking up after them left her feeling oddly calm and fulfilled.

LARISSA ORTIZ, BITCH

Larissa loved the fall. And winter. And spring and summer. All the season had their own wonderful collection of sights, smells, and sounds that she could enjoy as she walked around outside. But today wasn’t just about enjoying the scenery outside as she walked around. Today she was trying to find out a little bit more about last night when she smelled something funny outside and glanced out the window. When she got there she saw a small group of people gathered around one of the trees on their property.

She went to the front door and watched to see what was going on. The three intruders and their security guard lady spent a few minutes talking together before separating and going about their business. Larissa was a bit curious what was going on so she went out to ask Danielle but didn’t really believe her answers. She said that they were just a couple of freshmen screwing around, not really aware of what was going on or who’s house it was but Larissa wasn’t sure Danielle was being entirely honest. There was something in her eyes that made Larissa think the other woman was withholding some information.

One of the things that most concerned her was when she saw the catgirl. She had a strange device in her hand that looked like it could have been some sort of camera. She was worried that they were taking pictures of her or the other girls in the house through the windows. With that thought as a concern, she had spent a good chunk of the day just asking around school about the people she saw. It was dark so she didn’t get a good look and couldn’t really describe Gerald and Jessica but luckily there was only one cat girl on campus which really narrowed things down. While a few of the students remembered having classes with her in the past, they didn’t know much beyond that. Where she lived or what dorm she stayed in was, so far, information that eluded her.

Maybe she could stop by the counselor’s office tomorrow morning and talk to her about her concerns. At least someone in the office staff should be able to help her with her. In the meantime though she had only seen those three one time as far as she could recall so it wasn’t as if she was terribly concerned and Danielle had always been pretty hardcore and serious on her security duties so her lying about anything too important didn’t seem likely. Larissa was planning to at least figure out who the hell those three were. People walking by their place happened all the time. Climbing the trees in their yard, not so much. This was a college campus and there could be any number of alternatives to ‘creeper taking photographs’. It was a place literally stuffed full of 18-26 year old people living on their own for the first time. Drunks, stupid dares, or secret admirers were just a few of the ideas that came to her mind as other possibilities. It wasn’t a huge priority and she wasn’t terribly concerned unless it happened again, but she still kind of wanted a little bit more of an answer than the questionable one she had received. At the very least her goal was to know who those three were. Since the kitty girl was the most identifiable of the three, finding her would probably be the easiest so that’s where she directed her focus for the most part.