Brewster's Brood - Part 23 (Patreon)

Part 23

Danny Garney – 3/9/2017 – Friday – 10:24 am

As much as Danny had hoped that this morning was going to be nice and quiet, he'd actually been up and working for nearly an hour, making calls and trying to get more information on why Yancy's Nancies were in town. The fact that he hadn't been able to find people willing to talk only reaffirmed his feeling that their gag was going to overlap with their own.

Professional courtesy bought a lot of goodwill between private contractor groups such as theirs and the last thing he wanted to do was get entangled in somebody else's problems if he didn't have to, but the more he kept trying to get a clue as to what Yancy's Nancies were up to, the more certain he was that it was probably going to bite his team in the ass, at least if he didn't step in and say something to them. But nobody there was returning his calls, which was only adding to the feeling of unease.

“So you need to keep an eye out for the Nancies, Heather,” he told her as he was relieving her from duty. “At least for the foreseeable future, until you hear otherwise from me.”

“Do you really think they're crazy enough to be trying to take a swing at Max?” she sighed. “I mean, I know it's only you and me, and they're probably going to have more people, but what's the angle? Why would someone want to abduct Max?”

“I don't think it's about him,” he told her. “I'm convinced it's about one of the girls in the game, so while it sucks that we're going to probably lose a competitor right out from under us, there's no fucking way we have the manpower to keep every player in the game under watch. They aren't the principal, anyway. Max is.”

“What do you want to do if they try and make a pass at abducting Max?” she said, and he could tell by the tone of her voice that she was very much hoping it wouldn't come to that. He was hoping the same.

“Well, then we defend the principal with everything we've got, and that includes lethal force if necessary, which is why I don't think the Yancies are going to make a go at him,” he said, leaning against his bike. “There's too much professional courtesy involved for that. And they're probably just as miffed as we are that they might have to go against us in regards to something. I'm betting their client presented the gig as something like 'get our daughter back' and probably spun it as some sort of cult or misspent youthful activity rather a woman exerting her autonomy over what her parents expect from her. And as much as I would love to defend a woman in that way, we don't want to get into open warfare with another covert action team here in the Bay area, because all it's going to do is draw attention to us, which is the one thing we actively don't want, at all costs. So I'm hoping Abby'll give me a call and we can talk all this out in advance rather than it turning into us versus them, but she hasn't reached out yet, so maybe she and I didn't leave it on as good of terms as I thought we did.”

Heather waved a hand at him. “Nah, chief. I suspect she's still in recon mode right now, and they just haven't turned up the connection between their target and us yet,” she said. “If she's in one of the latter groups, you would hardly notice her association with us until you started getting deep into your recon, right?”

“Suppose so,” he replied. “But you think we'd find it if we were in their shoes? Before making a move, I mean?”

His colleague nodded. “Especially if Abby's leading them, they will. Just gotta wait and be patient now, and she'll reach out as soon as they come across the link. Odds are good it'll be before they take whoever the girl is, and even if it's after, as long as she hasn't made too much of an impression on Max, I'm sure we can make him forget about whoever she was. Lord knows we're throwing enough pussy his way for the man to open his own cat sanctuary. By the end of this, man's never going to want to fuck again.”

“You think so?”

“Shit, chief, I'm fucking exhausted, and I'm just watching him,” she laughed. “They let him sleep ten hours and he woke up still looking a bit tired. Hopefully that's just the exhaustion of having spent so much time being active this past week. We'll get him through it yet.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, you should go and get some shuteye. The list of people throwing themselves at this guy is only going to get more and more intense the longer it goes on.”

“I was gonna tell you, chief,” she said, gathering up her things. “I'm thinking we need a third person on overwatch rotation. We should really only be doing this in eight-hour shifts each, otherwise we're going to get a little sloppy. I know you think you can manage with doing 14 hours shifts and me doing the other 10, but I think once this thing really gets going, we're going to need to have a third in the rotation.”

“More hands on-deck means less money split between us for the gag, Heath,” he replied.

“Shit, chief, if it gives us a little more leeway in how we handle it, I'm completely fine with the paycheck coming down a little bit.”

“You got somebody in mind?”

“We could ask Alex.”

“Nah, he's on mission for somebody else in Singapore.”

“Three B?”

“Belinda's got a contract for the next six months with someone at one of the alphabet agencies. Probably the CIA, but could be DoD.”

“Your contact list runs a lot deeper than mine does, chief. I'm sure you've got a dozen people you could call who could fill in,” she told him, attaching her bag to her motorcycle.

“None I trust as much as you,” he chuckled.

“So find someone you trust like 70-80% as much as me, and we'll be good,” she said with a grin. “Shit, maybe you can get Abby to ditch Yancy and come work with us.”

“Like Yancy doesn't hate my ass enough already.”

“What's one more reason then to add to the pile? I'm just saying if you happen to run into her, and have a conversation, she'll probably be done with her gag taking one of our girls within a day or so, and she could use that as a great opportunity to change teams and come play with us.”

“You mean you want her nearby so you can hit on her,” he said with a laugh.

“I mean, it wasn't the sole reason, but I'd be lyin' if I didn't say the idea had crossed my mind now and again. Feel her out when you see her, all I'm sayin', boss.”

“Yeah, okay,” he sighed. “I can keep an open mind about it, I guess. She'll say no, I'm sure...”

“But you could ask her.”

“Hey! That's an idea. I could ask her,” he smirked at her, rolling his eyes a little. “How busy has Max been this morning?”

“Ali had a go at him right after he got up, and Jenny managed to convince him to have another go at her in the shower, so she's really going for it,” she laughed. “And good on her. Taking advantage of all the time she can get with him now, while it's still relatively light on the ground.”

“God, how the hell did we get to a point where we're describing forty women competing for the attention of one man as 'light on the ground'?”

“It is what it is,” Heather said to him as she climbed onto her bike. “Anyway, don't let'em give you too much shit when you're trying to manage whoever it is they're trying to take.”

“You know me, Heath,” he laughed, moving to get settled into the hidey hole. “I don't take no shit off nobody.”

“What I like to hear, chief.” She started up her bike and quietly zipped off into the morning, as Danny settled in and started to check on the status of everyone on site over at Ironwood.

Max Brewster – 3/9/2017 – Friday – 11:22 am

As much as he wanted to stay in bed with two beautiful women pressed to his sides, there was business that needed to be done, and Max couldn't just stay in bed all day. So he, Jenny and Ali had gone to take a shower, and he was pleased to find that the shower space was big enough to fit them all comfortably. While the place was a custom built sex club, large parts of it felt more like they were just a converted large house. That made sense, he realized, because the building had to have started as a manor home up here in the hills.

The structure itself felt like it had been constructed to house lots of people, that was certain. The very layout felt less modern than a lot of buildings he'd been in of this size, so he wondered what the original owners of the building would think of what the building had been become. Things always seemed to evolve far beyond what the creator had intended. He wondered if that was going to be true for his food truck.

Showering was one of the great joys of Max's life, and despite the fact that he couldn't get all the hot water on him all the time, the fact that he had two shapely gorgeous female bodies sharing it with him only made things even better.

(He did still miss the hot water every now and then.)

After the shower, Ali sort of excused herself quickly, and left him and Jenny alone to have an early lunch down at the common area, which didn't have anywhere near as many women as he expected to be hanging around. There were, thankfully, a couple of guys hanging around as well, so it felt a bit more relaxed and he didn't feel like the attention was completely centered on him, although he did notice that more of the women were looking at him than they were any other men, although there was a guy and a girl who were pretty heavily making out over at the pool. The guy, a scruffy looking Bay area punk rocker with a giant purple Mohawk and a spiked jacket that was hung over the back of his chair, was making out with a girl who looked more like she should be focusing on her number of Instagram followers than the guy she was straddling. She was model pretty, and he was certain that any one item of her wardrobe cost more than everything the guy she was locking lips with owned.

It was a weird juxtaposition, but it made him feel a bit better about all the women fawning all over him.

“How long have you been part of this life?” Max asked Jenny, as Esme brought them their lunch. Despite the amount of time he'd spent with Jenny over the past few days, he felt like she was still far more of a mystery than he'd expected.

She laughed in response, giving a little shrug. “Sometimes it feels like it's been decades, but it's probably only been five or six years. Maybe not even that,” she said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. She'd gotten a BLT and he'd gotten a club without the tomato. “I remember thinking when I started that I was worried people were going to think I was a slut, considering I wanted to try a lot of different things sexually. But Ironwood offered me the one thing I knew would be the most important – discretion. How about you? How's your sexual adventure feel like it's coming along?”

He rolled his eyes a little, sliding one hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, pushing it back behind one of his ears. “Like I went from being in the middle of the Gobi Desert straight to being dropped in Lake Baikal,” he said, taking a sip from his glass of water. “I was in the dry spell to end all dry spells and now I'm literally surrounded by freshwater as far as the eye can see, so I'm drinking, but I'm also trying not to drown, you know?”

“You're having a good time, though?”

“I can't imagine how anyone wouldn't be having a good time in a life like this,” he replied. “I mean, it's great, seeing an endless amount of women, all of whom it seems like want to have sex with me, but it's a little weird that so few of them want to stick around or get to know me.”

“I'm here, aren't I?” she smiled at him. “For most of these people, it's all about the experience, and if they like it, they'll come back for another roll of the dice. Consider all this like speed dating but with sex, because the founders of the Ironwood Empire said they didn't want anyone to ever get stuck married to someone who wasn't sexually compatible with them.”

“Sure, but it's the speed that simply boggles my mind, you know? It's not like one or two women, but like, bunches of them at a time.”

“Most men I know would give their left arm for what you have, and here you are, wondering if it's all too much,” she teased.

“That's me,” he sighed. “Looking for the cloud in every silver lining. It'll pass. I'm more of wondering what to do with my day right now. Usually I'm starting to mentally gear up for the Friday night rush, but with all of this, I've sort of taken my hands off the wheel for a little bit, and am letting it just sort of coast.”

“Well, what would you normally be doing around now on a normal week?”

“Reviewing sales of what I'd done for all the new items on the first day, seeing what I think needed refinement and what might be big sellers moving forward, as well as thinking if there was anything I should basically just shitcan outright. I typically wait and see how the brothers do with the new stuff after their first morning with it, but generally I know what people have been liking and what they haven't enjoyed as much.”

“So why not do that?”

He laughed, throwing one hand into the air in surrender. “Because literally everything sold yesterday in droves. Everybody only had praise about all of my food, and basically the only reason I stopped selling anything was that we were out of ingredients for me to make those things! It's very hard to decide what's working and what's not when apparently everything is and nothing isn't.”

“Maybe you're just having a fantastic week?”

“I mean, I guess?” he laughed. “I suppose the week where I've been invited to join a local sex club could also be the week where everything I'm trying is a giant success and not wonky. But nobody having any complaints? Nobody saying something was too spicy or not spicy enough? Or asking for something that used to be on the menu but isn't any more? That's just unheard of.”

“Actually,” a woman with blonde hair partially in dreadlocks and partially in long curls that were going literally everywhere at the table next to them said, leaning over so she could get into the conversation. “Do you mind if I offer a suggestion?”

“Oh, please!” he cackled. “Anything to distract me from everything supposedly being perfect and beyond reproach! All this praise is just going to my head and I'm never going to get better at anything.”

“It's not actually about the food itself, it's about the truck.” The woman smiled, giving him a little shrug before she extended her hand. “Sorry, I'm Sunshine White, and please, save whatever joke you have about hippie parents, because I'm certain I've heard them all.”

“I was actually going to say that Sunshine White sounded like a very cool street name for some drug I'd never heard of,” he said.

“I can just imagine two cops talking about busting a Sunshine White dealer,” Jenny added.

“'The kids on the street are just snorting up Sunshine White any chance they get,' local detective says,” Max said, causing the woman to laugh.

“Okay, so that is a new one. Anyway, I figure you get more than enough advice about your food all the time, but I wanted to tell you that your truck is just a bit too plain for its own good. I know you want the food to speak for itself, but maybe you've noticed that some of your competitors have more updated looks to their trucks. Some are using shaped metal or have made physical alterations to the structure of the truck to draw more people over to them. Others are using LED lighting or signs.”

“All of that seems like it would be particularly expensive or difficult to do without shutting down the truck for a few days,” he said.

“What if I offered to do it while the truck was parked here, at night? And I'd sort of be doing it for the exposure,” she said with a grin. “Well, that and for a sweetener so I could get a chance to have a roll in the hay with you. I know I'm probably a little too earthy grungy to be your type, but I gotta get a turn on this magic rhythm stick all the girls have been talking about.”

“It's not all that,” Max said with a roll of his eyes. “I'm starting to think you ladies have just been starved for dick so long that any ol' Tom, Dick or Harry will do.”

“Don't say that,” Jenny teased. “I've gotten more than my fair share of dick over the years and yours is still my favorite. It doesn't hurt that it's attached to a genuinely nice guy and not some shit-for-brains tech bro or douchebag investor who thinks he can buy anything and anyone.”

“Yeah, I've met some of those assholes,” Max replied. “They can fuck off and die in a fire. But tell me about what you'd do to the truck. I'm a little hesitant to make any changes to her, she's been with me so long, but I learned long ago that you never just say no without hearing some ideas. So talk to me.”

“One of the first thing I'd do would be to add some physical spinners onto the side of the truck, although I'd probably put some clear plastic over them so you wouldn't have to worry about things getting stuck in them or what not.”

“Spinners?”

“Sure, you know the kind of thing you saw on rims of hip-hop cars for a while? Just not on the tires – higher up, on the side of the truck, since the truck's called 'Constant Rotation.' You could even hook them up to little tiny electrical motors and let them always be moving. It wouldn't take all that much power to do it – shit I could probably put a solar panel on top of the truck and it would power them at least half of the time.”

Max nodded. “I could see that. It's not a bad idea, as long as it doesn't cover up the name of the truck. Anything else?”

Sunshine nodded. “More than anything, you need to get a much bigger LCD screen for your menu. I know you probably had it installed five or six years ago, but they're so much cheaper now that you could get so much more visibility if you had a larger screen, and just used the screen you had now to keep track of people who have orders and where they're at. Having your buddy just call out names of orders that're ready might have worked when you only had a few orders, but now it's such a high turnover that you just need better communication to your customers. Use the old screen for that, just move it over to a different portion of the truck.”

“We'd sort of been talking about that, but it feels like it's a lot of work.”

She shook her hand as she laughed. “It's really not all that much. Here, lemme show you this sort of rough sketch I've been working on.” She reached over and tossed a sketch onto the table for him, laying out what she saw the truck looking like.

“Wow, you've put some actual work into this,” he replied.

“Well, I get an idea and I spend all my time chasing it down. I just can't help myself. And since the truck was here all of yesterday, I could study it and think about while I ate your delicious food. Despite having seen your truck all over the place for the last few years, the lines were always too damn long for me to want to wait for the food, considering I'd never tried it, and I was never sure if the thing my friends had been telling me about would still be on the menu.”

“I always hoped the long lines would serve as encouragement rather than a deterrent. There's not much I can really do about them, though, other than try and find ways to streamline the process of ordering or cooking.”

“You could just entirely automate your ordering process and let Frankie move into getting food into boxes and delivered to customers,” she suggested. “It would mean going completely cashless, but that might not be the worst idea, at least for points where you're the busiest.”

“It also might mean we're taking in more orders than we can fill in a reasonable timeframe, though. The last thing I want is fifty people placing orders in five minutes that'll take me thirty minutes to fill.”

“You might find you're gaining so much time back by having Frankie box stuff up that you could keep your head above the demand. Or you could add a third person inside of the truck, even. I know you had a couple of the girls helping boxing stuff up yesterday. It seems like that's actually quite a bit of your time,” she said, taking out a small leatherbound notebook. “I don't want to go all efficiency expert on you, but it seemed like for every 4 minutes you spent cooking, you spent about a minute boxing things up. Now imagine if you had someone gaining you back that minute, how much more cooking you could get done.”

“Would it really be a profit, though, if the person I hire is standing around four out of every five minutes?”

“They wouldn't have to be, though! That's the thing. I was studying how you spend your time when you're in the truck, and you spend more time not cooking than you think you do.”

“Oh? What am I doing that isn't cooking?”

“Ingredient prep,” she replied confidently.

“Well, that's sort of cooking.”

“It's the sort of thing you shouldn't be doing, and is the kind of thing that whoever's boxing up food could be doing when they aren't boxing. You could have Frankie doing it, if you go to cashless only, or you could have a third person in the truck who's just managing that. You've got the space for a second workstation in there, if you move a few things around.”

“And you're gonna give me all of this for a roll in the hay? Sounds like a pretty good deal,” he chuckled.

“Well, I do have one small requisite about how that roll in the hay happens,” she smirked at him, giving him a little wink. “Nothing too scandalous, but maybe a bit more risqué than you're typically accustomed to.”

“What's that, and how likely am I to say no?”

“Oh you won't say no, because you're looking to try and experience all sorts of new things. And it's not anything all that wild. I just want you to do me out here.”

“Out here?”

“Sure, just out here on the patio, or over by the pool, or out on the front lawn. Somewhere outside and somewhere everybody in the club can see us having our fun. I'm an exhibitionist, and I like to know people are watching. It makes it that much hotter for me, knowing people are looking on either in envy of me or my partner. Or, y'know, both of us.”

“You want to do this now or later?”

“There's no time like the present, unless you've got some other pressing engagement.”

“Aren't you supposed to wait like half an hour after eating before having sex?”

“That's swimming,” Jenny corrected helpfully. “You're more than capable of fucking a beautiful girl just after eating. You above all people should know that food can be an aphrodisiac for some people.

“And if I asked you to strip first?” he said to Sunshine, who immediately stood up.

She was dressed in a boiler suit that was covered in paint, with bright red Converse Chuck Taylors on, which she kicked off almost immediately, tugging off her socks. “You thought maybe I was going to balk at asking to get naked in public?”

“I thought maybe you were bluffing, or just poking to test and see what my boundaries are.”

She shook her head, sending that riot of blonde hairs both tangled or not, flitting through the air, as unzipped the front of the boiler suit, revealing a very frilly and ornate lacey red bra, a stark contrast with how utilitarian the rest of her attire was. As the suit moved down her body, he was more surprising at how unmodified her alabaster skin was. He'd expected to see a library of tattoos across her flesh, but instead there was only one, a socket wrench on the inside of her upper left arm, like a hidden tool up her sleeve, should she need it. She had a matching set of red panties that also looked high society and not at all like the worn and lived in look of the boiler suit.

Sunshine folded up the suit and set it on top of her table, as she unhooked the fasteners on the back of her bra. She wasn't overly busty, but neither were her breasts unusually small. In fact, they were just about the perfect size for her frame, with large puffy nipples that he was also surprised to see were completely unadorned. She had several rings in both of her ears, the lobes themselves with giant spreaders that had formed open holes big enough to push any one of his fingers through. She slid the panties down last, revealing that she had a small patch of neatly trimmed and groomed blonde pubic hair, the strands of it so light as to almost be invisible, given contrast only by how pale she was beneath the boiler suit.

“Which surprised you more,” she asked. “The fact that I don't have a bare snatch or the fact that I don't have any tattoos?” She moved his chair back so she could slide down and sit bare assed naked in his lap, one hand moving to wrap around her neck.

“The fact that neither of your nipples are pierced. Nor your clit. You've got so many piercings in your ears...”

“That's kept me from needing any more deeper down,” she giggled, nuzzling her face into his neck. “Now, you going to hold up your end of the bargain or am I gonna have to do all the work?”

“You don't mind, Jenny?” he said, slowly sliding Sunshine off his lap and back to her feet.

“Are you kidding?” Jenny replied, licking her lips. “I like watching you in action.”

Max moved Sunshine over towards the deck chairs, pulling one over to push her down onto her knees on it, her hands shooting out before her as she giggled, looking over at a couple of the girls who were out sunning themselves on deck chairs, as Jenny moved over to get a better view, settling in to enjoy the show, as Max unbuttoned his jeans. “I'm starting to wonder if wearing pants around this place is a waste of time.”

“I tried to yell you that you didn't need to bother putting them on this morning,” Jenny teased, “but did you listen? Nooooooo...”

He fished out his cock as Sunshine wiggled her hips back at him, doing her best to keep her massive wash of blonde hair thrown over to one side, thrusting back at him, trying to get his cock inside of her even faster.

There were a decent number of people lingering around the pool, and everyone's attention had turned in their direction, a couple of the women openly stroking themselves, hands mostly on top of clothing, although a few women had even just shoved their own hands down beneath their clothes, as he finally pulled out his cock and slowly pushed it inside of Sunshine's pussy, finding her quite wet even with as little foreplay as they'd engaged in.

“Come one, come all, and watch me get the fucking I so richly deserve, ladies!” Sunshine called out like a carnival barker. “And I do mean 'cum' ladies, because nnnggghhhhffffuck he's got a nice thick dick and it feels soooo fucking nice...”

Max had been having a lot of sex over the past week, but he felt like it was his obligation to treat each partner as if they were the only one, going at them with as much gusto as it seemed like they wanted, and from the minute Sunshine had told him what she wanted, it had seemed like she'd wanted to make a show about it, so he was being as strong and forceful in his motions, his hand lifting up to slap her ass, to which she responded with an enthusiastic groan and a nod of her head to encourage him to keep it up. He thrust into her as their bodies slapped against one another, her plump ass jiggling each time he thrust up into her, her bottom surprisingly fuller than he'd expected, the flesh swaying when their bodies connected.

He hadn't expected the entire house to be looking, but it felt like every available set of eyes was looking their way now, and he almost wondered if there were other people beyond the ones he could see. Whenever he was in the shared area of Ironwood Estates, he felt like there were eyes on him all the time, and he was always being watched, even when no one was looking at him, like one of those paintings where the eyes seemed to be following people around the room.

“Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah,” Sunshine chanted at him. “Do it do it pound that fucking hole for all you got you marvelous fucking dude just wail on it split it open hammer me hammer me hard harder harder fucking HARDER already!”

Over the past few days, his endurance had slowly been ramping up, and while he thought he was going to be able to hold out relatively well, the pressure of the audience looking on at him was doing a number on him, and any time he tried to slow down his pace, Sunshine just sped it up on her own, keeping it from ever dipping down into a more manageable rhythm.

Soon enough, she started clamping in staccato spasms around his cock as her orgasm started to rush through her, and with it came his own crashing down, as he tried to pump as much of his cum as he could inside of her. In the final fits of his orgasm, he realized she did have a tattoo, a single yin yang symbol on the back of her neck that was almost always covered by the mass of her hair.

It was a fitting note of balance, he thought to himself, as he laughed when she did, the two of them caught up in the giddy nervous energy of post-orgasm.