Brewster's Brood - Part 21 (Patreon)

(Sorry for the lateness of this. A computer crash on Friday ended up killing about three pages worth of it, and I let the frustration get the better of me.)

Part 21

Mrs. Churchill – 3/8/2017 – Thursday – 10:22 pm

The club was still very popular, despite the fact that it was a Thursday night, although Mrs. Churchill knew this wasn't even close to how crazy it was going to get. There were at least twenty beautiful women walking around, and several men as well, providing excellent cover for the fact that basically all the women were itching to get a piece of Max.

There was still plenty of time before things were going to get insane. In a month's time, this building would be stuffed to the gills with beautiful women, and it would be a challenge to keep it off the local radar, but that was a problem they would worry about on another day. There were loads of other problems that were much more immediate concerns.

There were a few heaters scattered around the outside of the pool, making sure that it didn't get too cool, the winds from the Bay blowing across the open area. The heaters were doing their jobs, though, as there were still plenty of girls in bikinis laying around the pool, waiting for Max to make another appearance. She'd seen him, Jenny and Erika heading towards one of the upper bedrooms, and she was certain that Max would be exhausted by the time he was done for the night. That meant the girls out by the pool weren't preening and posing as much as they normally were.

None of this was the reason Mrs. Churchill had come by Ironwood Estates, though. She was on site for a variety of other reasons. The first was that she wanted to do a security inspection of her own. While she'd had both Danny and Heather do checks of the site, they were looking for different things than she was looking for.

The first thing she did was walk the fence, not in terms of security, but in terms of visibility. The fences were high enough to block most looks into the yards, which was important, especially since it was fully expected that some sexual activity was going to happen around and probably in the pool at some point. The fence seemed secure and didn't show signs of anyone trying to get their way in.

Next she moved on to checking the cameras. Many of the cameras were in concealed locations, so it was rather time consuming, making sure each camera was fully functional without drawing attention to herself or to the cameras. The girls all knew that the cameras were around, but most of them seemed to prefer not to think about it. They had access to watch many of the camera feeds as well, but most of the women in the game had actually chosen not to spy on Max during his time with other women. Mrs. Churchill wasn't sure if that was modesty or an innate sense of not being sure they could trust themselves not to slip and mention something they'd heard on a stream and not in person.

Several of the cameras scattered around Ironwood were designed to look like security cameras, on regular sweeps of both internal and external views, but those in elevated positions were capable of so much more. In fact, most of the cameras in Ironwood were capable of extremely high-resolution photography, with powerful lenses and many of them equipped with low-light mode. When they'd been prepping this gag, Mrs. Churchill had spent a decent amount of time studying how many of the reality television shows operated, and using them as a template for how she and her team approached all the video streams they had going.

She had a link to all the feeds on her phone, and was tapping between cameras one at a time, checking to make sure none of them were on loops, and weren't on too much of a time delay. While she'd implied to all the rich pricks that the streams weren't on any delay, she'd actually had them all set for a five-minute delay, just as an action of precaution, in case they needed to blank anything out. If they needed to pull the ripcord and turn off the streams for a bit, they could do so before anyone saw anything they didn't want them to. It wasn't as though she had told the sponsors that they would be watching 100% live, although she figured they all expected they were. Because of the delay, she made a pass to stand in front of each of the cameras, and then five minutes later, circled back around to make sure she was showing up where and when she should be.

Mrs. Churchill was pleased to see all of the cameras were functioning as intended, although it seemed like the delay varied by a few seconds from camera to camera, some of them just a few seconds less than five minutes on delay, others a handful of seconds more than five minutes. That struck her as odd, how it wasn't consistent, but it was such a small amount, she decided not to worry about it for the time being. There were plenty of other things she needed to be more concerned with.

While Max was away with Erika and Jenny, it gave Mrs. Churchill the freedom to make a quick pass at checking Max's truck. The man knew every inch of the truck very well, so when they'd affixed the cameras, microphones and tracking device, they'd had to do it with the utmost care. All of them were still in place, although they hadn't performed perfectly, fogging up with steam every so often.

The level of work they'd had to do had been nothing shy of remarkable, and had they tried doing it when the truck was outside of Max's apartment, they wouldn't have been able to get away with it. Thankfully, the Hernandez brothers weren't anywhere near as cautious with the vehicle, beyond having it beyond a gate. They had done it in phases, a little bit at a time, over the course of four weeks, all well before the start of the game. Each time, Mrs. Churchill wanted to be sure they got their modifications in without him noticing anything. Of course, Frankie knew about it, but even looking for the changes, Frankie had said he had been unable to spot anything, which was excellent. Mrs. Churchill had worried that the additional power drain would've been spotted, but they were only running the cameras when the truck was connected to a generator, so the drain had gone unnoticed.

Because of that, however, Mrs. Churchill wanted to be sure there weren't any other things odd about the truck, and, just as she'd suspected, there was another tracking device along the underside of the rear bumper. She detached it from the metal with a sharp tug and then tucked it into her purse. She would be certain to make sure the device wasn't powered up before bringing it back to the command center, but she wanted to have her people take a look at it.

Where the device came from was more concerning.

With the truck checked up on, it was time to do a sweep of the small server box they'd had installed in the house, and Dana was happy to take her into the small closet where all the wires ran into before connecting to the trunk line they'd run to the property, giving them a direct fiber pipeline. It was just kept behind a door, something that made Mrs. Churchill nervous, and when Dana opened the door for her, her suspicions were confirmed.

“Okay, Dana, so this door has got to be locked from here on out,” Mrs. Churchill told her.

“Why?” Dana asked her. “What am I missing?”

“This,” Mrs. Churchill said, unplugging a small device from one of the ports, “isn't one of our tools. Somebody's installed it after we put our initial work in. You seen anybody near here?” She took the device and tucked it into her bag.

Dana shrugged, sighing. “No? I mean, it's off in a corner, and nobody told us to put a lock on the door, otherwise you know I would've made sure it was done, Mrs. Churchill.” She started typing onto her phone. “I'll have someone come by and get a couple of padlocks slapped on this door before morning. If Max asks, I can tell him it's just power and HVAC, but I don't think he'll ask. He's usually being distracted by too many women for that.”

“I'll go back through the footage, see if we can track the movements of everyone, figure out who put it here, because it had to be one of the girls in the game. And I can't tell you how much that pisses me off.”

“What are you going to do to the girl who did this?” Dana asked her.

“Let's just say it depends entirely on what she tells me. If she's doing it for her own benefit, she's in for a fucking world of hurt. But if she's being compelled to do this, like I suspect she is, then maybe I'll let her keep playing, with some kind of penalty, assuming she's willing to rat out whoever's pushing her.”

“Who would be pushing her?” Dana said.

“Never you mind about that,” Mrs. Churchill said. “That's for me to worry about, not you.” She made sure the device was tucked into her bag. “Dana, do me a favor, though, and keep an eye on the truck while it's here. I mean, really keep an eye on it. I don't want anyone mucking around with it while it's being kept here, okay?”

“Sure,” Dana replied. “I can make sure we've got someone keeping eyes on it all the time, if you're worried about it.”

“I'm not worried, but I would feel better knowing there was someone making sure things were okay,” Mrs. Churchill told her as they moved back down the hallway. “And be careful who you tell about this, because if one of the girls is doing something she shouldn't be, that means there could be more than one, which is the last fucking thing I want to have to deal with. Trust very few people, the fewer the better.”

“I'm pretty sure Esme's on the level, Mrs. Churchill, so I'll start with her and keep the circle close and tight.”

The older woman nodded. “Good. That's what we need.”

“How do I let you know?”

“There's a contact number for me on the website. I've got your cell phone number programmed into my phone, so I'll know it's you calling.” Mrs. Churchill moved back onto the main patio, where the majority of the girls were gathered. It was a wild parade of flesh on display, and despite the cool evening air, several of the girls were even daring to go topless, hoping that might catch Max's attention when he emerged from the bedroom, although Mrs. Churchill thought to herself that now that several women were doing so, it made each one individually stand out even less.

A sudden rustling and shifting of several of the girls made it clear that Max must be coming out of the bedroom, as many of the ladies were striking poses or trying to position themselves to be in the path of walking into the area.

“Well then,” Mrs. Churchill thought to herself. “Let's see how Max is holding up with our own eyes...”

Max Brewster – 3/8/2017 – Thursday – 10:47 pm

“Jesus, I feel tired,” Max thought to himself as he walked out onto the patio with Erika on one arm and Jenny on the other, each of them bearing a cunt full of his cum. More than anything, he just wanted to crawl back into the bed and sleep, but Jenny had convinced him to come and put out one final appearance for the night before passing out.

Fridays and Saturdays were the most busy days of the week for them, and they ran late late late, which was why they let the Hernandez brothers manage the morning shifts. Max had called Joey and told him where they needed to come and pick up the truck, and while they were a little annoyed it wasn't just being dropped off at their place like it normally was, the drive up to Ironwood Estates wouldn't be too long for them to do, so they agreed not to kick up a fuss. Max told them the keys would be waiting at the front desk for them; all they needed to do was ring the gate bell and then come pick up the truck.

After he'd fucked Jenny, Jenny had insisted he have a go at Erika, who had been nothing but non-stop positivity, even when he felt his energy waning, and she'd actually been a lot of fun in the sack, as she'd done the splits while he'd done his best to thrust into her. His strength was falling fast, though, and even Jenny seemed to agree that he should probably take a break soon, or just crash for the night and then have himself a bit of fun in the mid-day before the boys brought the truck back.

Max and Frankie were going to be manning it from four in the afternoon until almost three in the morning, specifically so they were catching everyone out for their Friday night, including those people who would swing by after the bars closed, just to get some food in them before they tried to make their way home.

He had often thought the post bar close crowd were part of the reason he loved running the truck so much. Sometimes they would have some rambling drunken suggestion about how he should try some weird thing, and he'd discover a great idea out of it that he would make and distribute later, and because the people had inevitably been too drunk to remember what they were saying, they didn't even recall telling him. Of course, lots of them had very dumb ideas as well, so sifting through it could be something of a challenge some nights.

“Christ, Jenny, I don't know that I could go another round tonight,” he said, feeling the tall strawberry blonde dragging her fingertips along his back reassuringly. He was starting to feel a little lightheaded and dizzy on his feet, so they moved over to a table and sat back down again. “I know that Danny recommended I live this to the fullest, but I almost feel like if I fuck anybody else today, my dick's going to fall off.”

Jenny and Erika laughed with him, which made him feel better. “Then maybe you're not looking for somebody to fuck tonight, Max,” Jenny told him. “Maybe you're just lining up the next one or two, letting them share the bed with us tonight so they can have a go at you when you're up and ready tomorrow in the morning or midday, whichever you need. I can even make sure nobody tries to jumpstart you too early.”

“I'll help her,” Erika said. The two had seemed to make quite a natural team, with Erika generally following Jenny's lead, but each of them moving well and in tune with the other, often not even needed verbal confirmation, just able to read each other's natural body language and social cues without words being exchanged. “But haven't you always wanted to fall asleep surrounded by a giant flesh pile of beautiful, naked women? C'mon, that's got to be high on every guy's fantasy list.”

“Tell you what, babe,” Jenny said, kissing his cheek. “Me and Erika, we'll even do all the work for you, all the going over and asking and explaining, laying down all the ground rules, everything it'll take to make sure you get a great night's sleep and awake to the perfect sexual fantasy, okay? You just point out let's say four other girls, and we'll handle everything.”

Max rolled his eyes, but Erika reached down and squeezed his thigh. “You don't have to do, like, anything, Max, other than choose who you wouldn't mind waking up to,” she purred into his ear. “It'll be fun. Any four. In fact, the more challenging the better. Let us prove what great girlfriends we could be...”

That made Max's eyebrow rise a little bit, the first real talk of relationship he'd had since arriving at Ironwood Estates, but he decided to let it pass as just a slip of the tongue. “Fine. Fine. Okay, let's see... who should I wake up to in the morning, in addition to you two?” He'd learned that questioning the games in this place was only a surefire way to drive yourself crazy, so it would be easier simply to go along with it. “I guess maybe I'll give you two easy targets and two hard ones, so that there's some challenge involved, since that's what you seem to want.”

“It's no fun if we don't have to work for it,” Jenny laughed.

“So let's let Kelly and Zelda join in the fun again, since Kelly's been such a good sport about everything, and Zelda's been patiently waiting her turn. Those'll be the easy two, and you should get one of those two each, so you both have a gimme in addition to the harder ones.”

“Max,” Jenny said kindly. “Getting any woman into bed with you isn't going to be that much of a challenge, I promise you. But go on. Who're the harder targets?”

The phrase 'harder targets' certainly caught his attention – it was something usually used by military and law enforcement – but he didn't have time to give it much thought for now. “Let's see... how about the tall, gorgeous Latina over in the corner. I'm almost certain I haven't even been introduced to her.”

“That's Felicita,” Erika said. “I bet she'll be down.”

“Aaaaannd... how about the giant blonde over there?” Max said, nodding his head towards the corner, where a handful of girls he'd not seen before around the club were having a conversation.

“I don't know her, but I'm sure I can get her to join us,” Jenny said. “If I bring any extras, that going to be okay?”

“You sure the bed can take it?” Max laughed.

“Oh, it'll be fine. I think the beds around here are strong enough to hold a dozen or so people in them, and if you're really worried about it, we can just sleep in the bedroom upstairs that doesn't have a bedframe, just mattresses on the floor,” Jenny said.

Max waved his hand with a laugh. “You know better than I do, so I'll trust your judgment.”

“Great,” Jenny said, as both her and Erika got up from the table. “You wait right here. We'll be back in a flash.”

As the girls split, each of them moving over to different women first, Max noticed an older woman approaching him, sitting down across the table from him. “Hello Max,” she said to him, extending her hand. “Relax, I'm not here to fuck you. I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I'm one of the co-owners of the Ironwood Estates. My name's Mrs. Churchill.”

“Well, very nice to meet you, Mrs. Churchill,” Max said, shaking the woman's hand. She had a firm and confident handshake, like someone who wanted to establish themselves immediately as an equal, but without trying to establish dominance. He'd always hated those assholes who tried to crush the other person's hand during a handshake. “It's pretty overwhelming, but it seems like it's a very nice club you have here.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying it, Max. We've been cursed with a shortage of male, straight members for the past few years, so when Jenny said she'd found us a new candidate, well, I rushed through your background check myself. She was right; you're certainly delighting quite a few of the ladies around here, and I hope you'll be a regular here.”

“You've come by the truck, haven't you?” Max said to her, snapping his fingers in recognition. “You were the one who told me she was heartbroken that the chili poppers weren't on the menu anymore, aren't you?”

The woman laughed, a warm and hearty belly chuckle, as she nodded, pointing one of her fingers back at him. “That was me! You got me. I know they must have been an absolute nightmare to make, Max, having to stuff chili into a jalapeno, then dip it in batter, then deep fry it, but it was one of the most astonishing things I've ever had in my life. If I paid you a hundred dollars for them, do you think I could get you to make me a special order of them next time you have the truck stationed here? I know it's a pain in the ass, but I'm willing to suffer for your art!”

Max grinned. “I might be able to arrange that,” he told her. “And they sold pretty well, but there was so much prep time involved, and inevitably we either overestimated and made too many in advance and wasted food or we underestimated and didn't make enough, and people got pissed at us. Otherwise they would've absolutely made it into rotation.” He looked around conspiratorially. “Don't tell anybody, but I actually fixed the vote the week they were up for possible rotation last time, and I just moved them into sixth, even though they finished third and would've normally been giving a spot for a while.”

“You make me my special order next week, Max, and you've bought my silence,” the woman told him with a wide smile. “Taking a break, are we?”

“Jesus, ma'am,” Max said with a sigh. “I'm fucking exhausted.”

“You mean you're exhausted from fucking.”

“That too,” he laughed. “Anyway, I think we're just going to crawl into bed and then pass out, get a good night's sleep, but Jenny seems to think there'll be a load of women who are happy to do that with us, although I can't imagine why.”

“You're a strapping young man, Max,” the woman told him. “And you've already gotten a reputation around the club as being fairly open to most styles and tones of encounter, so that makes you a very hot commodity indeed. I say enjoy it. Try not to think about it too much and simply have fun while you're here. Say yes to everything unless it's something you're very much against. There'll be time to sleep when you're dead, as my dear father always loved to say to me.”

“I keep up at this pace,” Max laughed, “and I damn well may be dead before I know it.”

“Oh, you're only getting started, son. You'll look back at these days before you know it as 'the quiet beginnings' rather than your salad days. I'll make it a point to check in with you every week, though, and see how life is treating you. The last thing I want is for you not to be having a good time.”

“Service with a smile, huh?” Max said.

“Well, I'm afraid I'm not on the menu, Max,” she laughed. “Mr. Churchill wouldn't approve, and my marriage is far too important for me to endanger, but I will make sure that all the girls here are giving you all the attention you need, and if they aren't, well, I'll have a stern talking to them about that.”

“You really don't have to do that, Mrs. Churchill.”

“Oh, I'm very much aware of that, Mr. Brewster, but I enjoy being the hard-ass bitch every now and again, just so people remember what I'm capable of.” She stood up from the table, giving him a little bow. “Have fun! Life's too short not to!”

“I'll try!”

“Do or do not! There is no try!”

The older woman moved away from the table, just as Erika was reapproaching the table with the hot Latina woman named Felicita at her side. “Max, meet Felicita. Felicita, this is Max.”

“Buenos noches, Señor Max,” Felicita said to him. She was utterly gorgeous, her voice dripping with a Mexican accent, dressed in a thin cloth tube top and black short shorts that had all of her assets on prime display for his eyes. “My friend Erika said you would like my company in your bed this evening? She said it would only be for sleeping, at least until mañana, but come the dawn, I will promise you the kind of proper morning wake up you deserve.”

“You won't be alone in that, luv,” a girl Max didn't recognize said, walking over with Jenny, Kelly and Zelda. She was a brunette, around Kelly's age, although her voice was British and utterly posh., dressed in a bikini bottom with her perky tits on proud display, clearly not bothering with the top. “Hello Max. I'm Rose. You don't mind if I join into your little bedsit, would you?” She smoothed a hand across her own stomach and up to toy with one of her nipples, flicking it just a little, making sure the tan flesh stiffened up to his eyes. She had small, perky breasts, and Max guesstimated she couldn't be more than twenty-four, although it was possible she was quite a bit younger than that.

“Not as long as you don't mind sharing,” Max said. “And with respecting the no nookie rule until morning.”

“Oh, we'll all be good,” Kelly said, a wicked little smile on her lips. “I mean, as good as we ever are.”

“All of you?” Max asked. “I was sure at least a few of you would say no.”

“Who could say no to you, Max?” Zelda purred, her hand sliding over his shoulder. She gestured over to a tall blonde, strong and curvy with large pendulous tits, almost too large to fit in the hand of Kelly or Rose. She also had very obvious tan lines, something which Max found himself surprised that he found so attractive. “This is Ali. I understand she caught your eye?”

“Hallo!” Ali said, her voice dripping with a northern Canadian accent. “What's all the fuss aboot?” She was only wearing bright red bikini bottoms that were very small. Without so much as a warning or a hello, she moved to slide her ass down into Max's lap, laughing at him as he started to turn bright red. “You wanted my company, so here I am!”

“We were just about to head to bed, Ali,” Jenny said to her, “which means no more nookie for the night, but I convinced Max that he should wake up to a warm bed full of gorgeous naked wanton and willing flesh, and I told him that anyone he wanted would happily crawl into bed with him.”

Ali grinned down, taking his head in both of her hands as she pressed her lips against his, her tongue just slipping into his mouth like its presence had been requested, squirming her butt down against his cock until she felt it swell just a little bit. Once she did, she broke the kiss and licked the tip of his nose with her long tongue. “Then we'd better go get in bed, since in the mornin', you've got loads to give out.”

Max laughed, shaking his head a little. “Okay, I guess we're all off to bed then! Esme, make sure that the Hernandez brothers get the truck tomorrow morning, okay? I assume you won't be here, or will be asleep, so have whoever's on site for the early morning tend to it. I'm trusting you with my life blood here,” he said, handing her the keys after she walked over to him. “I'm serious. This is the most important thing in my life. Don't fuck me on this.”

“Oh no, Mr. Brewster,” she giggled. “I only fuck you on other things, not on your truck.” Esme shot him a wink as Ali slipped off his lap, and then all the girls moved to help him to his feet.

They headed back into the house and up the stairs to the largest bedroom, where there was in fact no bedframe, just two king-size mattresses on springboxes on the ground, and as soon as all of them were in the room, all the girls began stripping, each of them getting completely naked within a very short period of time. Then, one at a time, each of them kissed Max before crawling into the bed, slowly arranging themselves around an empty space in the middle, Jenny on one side of it, Kelly on the other, but the other girls draping themselves in unusual angles and positions so that absolutely all of them would be touching Max once he crawled into middle.

Once he stepped onto the bed, the girls bent and folded, making room for him to lay down, although they made sure his legs were spread, Rose and Erika between them, each of them cuddling one side of his thighs, Zelda on the other side of Erika, Ali on the other side of Rose, Felicita laying down just above his head, her belly against the top of his pillow, one of her hands draped over his neck. The only blanket he had was the arms, legs and torsos of all these beautiful women, as Max wondered if he'd really be able to fall asleep like this, with all the hands slowly brushing along his skin, but within just a few minutes, the exhaustion of the day finally took hold of him and he drifted off to sleep, no dream he could have being better than the reality he was in the middle of.