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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 6

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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 6
Andrew Rook continues to grow his family.

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Chapter 17

The morning after any good party is generally a challenge to

get up and out of bed, but thankfully, they hadn't gone too late into the evening,
and so, everyone had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour. And the wonderful
smell of a good, late brunch was the clincher to get everyone out of the bed.

Jenny had prepared an excellent morning feast for them, but

timed it so that it was just before noon when she had it ready, drawing
everyone downstairs, although most of the girls were in pajamas still, and Andy
stuck to sweats himself.

Over a combination of huevos rancheros and breakfast

burritos, Niko and Andy explained to the rest of the girls about Andy's
upcoming day at poker. Their reactions were much like Andy's initial
impressions. Shock at first, followed by concern for the women who were
supposed to be showing up on Andy's doorstep tomorrow.

"I mean," Andy said, in between bites of his

burrito, "it's never come up before, but I technically do have the right
to refuse any woman who shows up on my doorstep. Like, for example, if had been
too much of a hassle for Lauren, I could've just sent Taylor away."

"Which reminds me," Lauren said, bringing a mimosa

to her lips, "you need to imprint her today, especially if you're going to
be coming home tomorrow night with a whole stable of new women."

"I think you girls have a lot more faith in my poker

skills than I do," Andy sighed.

"And I think you're just being modest to set

expectations," Niko said. "I watched you confidently take apart those
poor boys last night."

"I've known those guys for over a decade, Niko. They've

got tells and I've had time to learn them, but you're talking about cold
reading a room worth of men, most of whom I've never met."

"If Rachel's to be believed, most of them are crap,

Andy, so the only person you've really got to worry about is Covington
himself."

"You mean, I've only got to worry about the one guy I

have to beat. Sure, no problem."

"Do your best, baby," Niko said to him, squeezing

his hand. "That's all I'm asking."

That hung in the air for a couple of minutes before Lauren

started giggling, and Andy turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.
"What's all that about?"

"I was just thinking about you saying you had the right

to refuse a woman delivered to you, and was trying to imagine you refusing Niko
when she showed up."

"You know, I still don't remember showing up at

all?" Niko said. "I'm serious. The first thing I remember is waking
up in the morning sucking your cock. I mean, I remember picking your picture
out, and I sort of remember the start of the drive over to the old condo, but
showing up on your doorstep? Me fucking myself on top of him in the goddamn
dining room? I know you told me I did all that, but I don't remember any of
it."

"You were pretty out of it," Aisling said.

"But it was kinda hot, watching you just pin him down and fucking use him.
He wanted to take you upstairs first, but you were too wound up to let him do
that, so he had to carry you naked upstairs after he'd filled you up with your
first load."

"I feel a little robbed that I don't get to remember

that first super intense orgasm, though."

"If you really want to get something equivalent,"

Lauren said, "you just need to fast from his cum for a couple of weeks.
Right around the point you're starting to break, you'll get that high again,
but the pain of waiting that long isn't worth if you ask me."

"I agree," Aisling said, "but it's probably

worth trying at least once, just so you can know."

Niko shook her head. "I remember you telling me about

how it felt waiting that long, Lauren, and I don't think I have any need to
inflict that much need on myself."

"You wait any longer to imprint Taylor," Aisling

said, "and she's going to be there herself. She's already having trouble
keeping her head clear enough to follow the rules."

Niko nodded over at Lauren. "I get that you want to

punish her, but she needs to get imprinted, otherwise she's not even going to
remember the punishment."

Lauren giggled a little. "I know, I know. Let's sic

Andy on her after we finish brunch."

"I like how much my opinion is being consulted on

this," Andy grumbled.

"Oh you know you're itching to have a go at her,"

Lauren smirked, waggling a fork in his direction. "Just remember, one of
the three holes is off limits until she's passed the month, and frankly, I
don't want you firing that sex bomb of yours down her throat for her first time
either."

"You've made it pretty clear what you want out of this,

Lauren," Andy said. "I won't forget."

After they finished brunch, the foursome headed upstairs.

Taylor had been given brunch in a bowl while they'd been eating, and she had
finished all of it. When they entered the room, she looked up, but didn't move
over, as she was trying to take all of her cues from them and not initiate
anything on her own.

"Alright Taylor," Lauren said, "it's time.

Andy's going to imprint you now, so I hope you've internalized all the lessons
you've witnessed over the last several days."

"Yes Mistress," Taylor said. "May I go and

make a few small preparations? Not for myself, but for the Master."

Lauren seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded.

"Five minutes in the bathroom. We'll be out here waiting."

Taylor moved to head into the bathroom, closing the door

behind her.

"Wonder what she's doing in there," Aisling said,

as she moved to sit in one of the big plush chairs scattered around the room.

Niko grinned impishly, as she moved to recline on the couch

against the wall. "Oh, she told me she's been trying to plan as best as
she can to make both Andy and Lauren happy."

"I'm not sure I even want to know what that

means," Andy said, moving to sit down on the edge of the massive bed.

"I'm not sure I'd let her tell you, even if she wanted

to," Lauren said.

"Oh, you want to try and tell me what to do,

Lauren," Niko said, a playful smile on her lips, "and we can see
which one of us paid more attention in hand to hand combat classes."

"That sounds like fighting words," Lauren giggled,

miming rolling up her sleeves.

Andy narrowed his eyes at them. "Don't make me bend you

both over my knee and paddle your asses red."

"Promises promises," Lauren said, blowing him a

kiss.

Just then, Taylor opened the door and walked in from the bathroom

before moving to get down on her knees in front of Andy. She had put on dark,
heavy mascara and pulled her platinum blonde hair back into a solid ponytail,
held with a scrunchy that looked like it could handle a bit of force. She'd
also put on thigh high white stockings that looked like extra long sport socks
with red rings around her thighs. It made her look sportier, and also a little
bit younger.

"Your slut is ready for you to use her, Master, if you

are ready."

Andy slid from the bed and crouched down, brushing a hand

along her face. "This is your last chance to back out, Taylor."

Taylor leaned in and whispered into his ear. "I want

this, Andy. I want to be part of your family. But my safeword is 'yeti,' if
you're really worried." She'd said it quietly enough that he was certain
none of the other girls had heard any of it.

"I like the mascara," Lauren said, reaching to

brush a fingertip along Taylor's cheek. "It's going to run nicely when
he's skullfucking your face."

"Yes Mistress. I thought you might enjoy seeing that,

proof that he's making me cry."

"Tears of joy, I hope."

Taylor nodded. "Joy, yes. But also from being unable to

breathe. I want Master to really use his slut, to make her gag and choke and
gasp for air."

"Good," Lauren said. "I want you to get him

so wound up that he can't think straight, Taylor. I want to see him actively
fucking use you, until you're a quivering, brainless heap of well used flesh,
lying there in a goddamn puddle on the floor. You think you can handle that?"

"For you, Mistress? I can handle anything." Her

chin was lifted proudly, displaying that leather collar she'd been forced to
wear since her arrival. "Please, Master, may your worthless slut finally
taste your cock?"

Lauren put her hand on Andy's shoulder, leaning in to

whisper into her mouth. "Remember, I don't want you cumming in her mouth.
Just in her ass, okay?"

There was a tiny amount of trepidation to her voice, as if

she wanted to be sure she wasn't overstepping her boundaries, so Andy simply
nodded. He felt hands on his waist, and it was clear Taylor had taken the nod
to be to her and not to Lauren, but Andy didn't feel the need to correct her.

Taylor pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles,

lifting one of his feet for him and then the other, to help him step out of
them, before she finally looked at his thick cock before her bright blue eyes.
"Your little whore has been thinking about this nonstop since she got
here, Master. About how she watches your girls when their eyes roll back in their
heads, when their legs twitch and spasm when you fill them up. And even though
she knows it's unbecoming of her," she said, looking down as one of her
hands stroked his thick cock, "she's been getting more and more jealous of
them, of those intense feelings you evoke in them. She knows she needs to be
patient and wait her turn, but sometimes, even thinking about it gets her cunt
all wet, Master. May she at long last have a taste and begin her process of
officially becoming yours? Please, Master? This worthless slut aspires to be
better, to be more, to be, yours."

They'd been particularly careful not to let her taste any

precum of his because even so much as a droplet would prime the imprinting
process. It wouldn't fully start until she got her first full load of his jism,
but the amount in precum was enough to get the process ready to burst. Taylor
had gotten particularly close to the girls when they were playing with Andy,
usually at Lauren's insistence, but in her eagerness to rub Taylor's face in
it, she'd come dangerously near starting the process early.

Andy was about to say that she could when Lauren reached her

hand along the back of Taylor's head, grabbing the ponytail, shoving Taylor's
face down onto his cock until he could feel the head of it pressing against the
back of her throat, forcing its way in, even as her eyes looked up at him with
adoration in them, her body literally vibrating at it, as the precum oozed from
his mushroom tip into her mouth. Her eyes were fluttering, almost like they
were threatening to roll back into her skull, and while she was doing her best
to maintain control of herself, he could feel a bit of drool dripping down onto
his balls.

After what felt like an eternity of keeping his cock buried

inside of her mouth, Lauren finally pulled Taylor back, and she gasped hungrily
for air, slobbering even as her eyes were starting to water, her chest rising
and falling quickly.

"Are you  "

Before Andy could even continue the sentence, Taylor grabbed

onto his hips with both hands and pulled her face back onto his cock until her
nose was buried in the thatch of brown hairs at the base of his cock.

"Don't just leave her on, Andy," Lauren hissed at

him. "Give the little whore what she wants. Fuck that little cheating face
of hers until she's a sloppy mess."

Andy's hands grabbed onto the side of Taylor's head and

pulled her face back, but just when the head of his cock was at the ring of her
lips and she was inhaling another lungful of air, he shoved his cock back into
her face, pushing it back against her throat once more, evoking a gurgling
cough from her, as those eyes started to water hard, a single black tear
running down her right cheek.

He pulled her back back and off his cock, letting her drink

in another swallow of air, a wide smile on her messy lips, precum and spit
dangling from them, as her tongue lashed out to try and lap it up before Andy
shoved her face down once more.

Taylor was doing her best to lean into Andy, but Lauren was

mostly controlling the depth she could reach, using her ponytail as a leash,
although Lauren seemed to be letting Andy do most of the driving for the
moment, partially because Andy had been told not to cum in Taylor's mouth, and
it was starting to take some effort to keep himself cooled off.

She had a talented tongue, and there was something primal

and carnal about seeing his precum smeared all over the blonde's chin, drooling
on herself when she had half a moment without Andy's cock in her throat.

"Whose whore are you?" Lauren said, reaching

forward to slap Taylor across the face, making that mascara run even more.

"Yours, Mistress."

"Wrong answer!" Lauren shouted, slapping Taylor's

other cheek, hard enough to make Andy a little nervous. "Try again. Whose
whore are you?"

Taylor swallowed a breath of air, looking up with those

heavily watered icy blue eyes of hers, realizing her mistake immediately.
"His whore, Mistress. The Master's whore."

"That's right, you cuntrag," Lauren sneered.

"I'm your Mistress, but this man fucking owns you, if you want to live
under this roof. You will deny him nothing. You will do whatever he asks of
you, and you will do it gladly."

"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

"Don't apologize to me, you dumb bimbo! Apologize to

him."

"Your worthless slut is sorry, Master. She belongs to

you, and only you, and will never forget that again."

"You know what I think?" Lauren said, her face a

wicked angry snarl. "I think you ought to spit into that bitch's mouth, so
she knows who fucking owns her."

Taylor visibly flinched, but leaned her head back, opening

her mouth wide.

"That's it, Andy," Lauren goaded. "Get a big

mouthful of spit and give it to that vapid cunt."

Spitting had never much turned Andy on, and if he was

honest, he found it excessive and unneeded, but all of this was about giving
Lauren some closure, so he pursed his lips together and started to summon a big
mouthful of spit.

Just as he was about to spit into Taylor's mouth, she turned

her head suddenly and said, "Yeti! God, I'm sorry, yeti!"

Andy turned his head and spit onto the floor, as his mind

raced, trying to figure out a way to disarm the situation he knew he was about
to be in. The imprinting process was already primed, so it was too late to pass
Taylor off to someone else, or to send her away, but he suspected the explosion
of temper that was about to erupt from Lauren was going to make all their lives
living hell for a time. He turned to look at her as he started to speak,
"Now look Lauren, there's limits, to,”

The look on Lauren's face wasn't one of anger. It was one

of, amusement? He frowned and she started to giggle, and pretty soon, all the
girls in the room were giggling, including Taylor at his feet. "Sorry,
Andy," Lauren finally said, through fits of laughter.

"I told you he'd stop if she said to," Aisling

said. "No matter how wronged you felt, Lauren, he wasn't gonna lose
control."

"Damn," Lauren said, "and here I figured I

could get him worked up enough to push past it. Guess I owe you twenty."

"Excuse me, were, were you gambling over whether or not

I'd take a woman against her will?" Now Andy felt like he was the one
starting to get angry.

"It was just a game, love," Lauren said. Andy

stepped away from Taylor and over to Lauren and picked her up, no easy feat
considering her height compared to his, moving over to the bed, putting her
down and bending her over it before yanking down her pajama bottoms. "What
are you going to do, spank me?"

Andy welled up his rage into his right hand and brought it

down onto Lauren's ass with the hardest spank he could muster.

"Ow! Jesus, Andy, that rightly stung!" Wham! His

hand clapped down again, just as hard, and he heard her groan, a weird blend of
pain and excitement, her whole body shaking. "Strewth, that hurts!"
Wham! His hand spanked down once more, the cheek of her ass starting to redden
quickly under the power of his slaps. "Fuck Andy!" Wham! "I'm
sorry!" Wham! "Bugger, Master, I'm fucking sorry, awlright?" At
that, Andy held his hand in the air, not slapping again, but brought his hand
down softly to slowly press his fingernails against the edge of the reddened
flesh, and then dragged them firmly across that handprint he'd left there,
making Lauren quiver, lost somewhere between lust and fear. "You're right
you're right, okay, it was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry, I'm very fucking
sorry. I shouldn't have made her do it."

Andy looked back at Taylor. "And you. I ought to just

leave you like this."

Taylor's face reddened as much as Lauren's ass. "I'm

sorry, Master. She told me to do it, and I didn't want to upset her. I do have
an actual safeword, but it isn't yeti. I told Lauren what it was, though, and
how I didn't think she would need to use it."

"And if you're punishing Lauren, Daddy, you probably

need to punish all of us," Aisling sighed. "I mean, I took her
bet."

"Speak for yourself, Red," Niko said. "I told

you I thought it was a bad idea."

"Well, now we know, I guess," Aisling said.

"You okay, Lauren?"

Lauren lifted her head up, and there was a strange look on

her face. After a moment, it registered to Andy that she was more turned on
that he'd ever seen her before in his life, and that included the moment when
she'd been in a complete fuck daze after her sex fasting. "That was the
hottest thing that's ever happened to me," she moaned, struggling to not
drool on herself. "I've been trying to get you to lay into me for months,
Andy, and I don't think it's much of a punishment." She grinned, all crazy
eyed and wild. "I'm a bad girl."

"Well then, you know how I'm going to punish you,

Lauren?" Andy sighed. "I'm gonna put you away wet. You can go without
a dose until the end of the week now that you're all wound up."

"Oh god, that's cruel, you delicious bastard," she

purred. "I fucking love it. But that's okay, I've earned this. And now
that you're all wound up, it's time you take it out on Taylor."

Andy looked from Lauren over to Taylor, who nodded

enthusiastically. "This is what I want, Andy. I want my first time to be
hard, rough, fucking brutal. I don't want to be treated like 'one of the
girls,' because I haven't earned that, not yet." She started crawling over
on all fours towards him, doing her best to keep her head raised, so she could
see her face while she talked. "After the month, we can do the soft stuff.
We can cuddle and lay together gently in bed and I can fall asleep in your
arms, or in Lauren's. But I need to pay for my misdeeds."

Niko and Aisling both sat up a little bit, although Andy

could see that Niko had her hand down the front of her pajama bottoms, clearly
rubbing her own cunt.

"This time, I'm not one of your girls, not a partner or

a girlfriend or a wife or whatever you're calling them, because I'm not there
yet." Lauren was looking over her shoulder at Taylor, not moving from her
spot bend over the edge of the bed. "You're already doing me a favor by imprinting
me, when you don't know if you should yet. But I love Lauren. I love her so
much it hurts to know how badly I fucked everything up. So until I can make
that right, I'm a worthless fuckhole, a filthy bitch you should batter and plow
and fuck within an inch of her life. I want you to drill me so hard that I
can't sit down for a week."

Taylor turned around and waggled her ass in his direction,

leaning her shoulders down to make sure it was upturned, so he could get a good
look at her asshole, as well as her cunt that was drenched with fuck cream.

"It's yours, Master. I'm yours. Your fuckdoll, your

bitch, your worthless whore to pump full of spunk and leave, sore and drenched.
I know you aren't going to have my cunt until after my month's punishment, but
just look at that tight little asshole I have just for you."

"Just for you now," Lauren corrected.

"That's true, Master. You won't be my first, but you

will absolutely be my last. I will be a good slut for you, loyal in every
possible way. You own all of me, from my toes to my head, and you may do
whatever you want with any of it."

"She talks a big game, doesn't she?" Niko said

with a smile.

"Whatever you want, Master, I will do. If you'd wanted

to parade me naked in front of all your guests last night, I would've gladly
done it. I'm not ashamed of how I screwed up before; I'm proud you're letting
me make it right. You've had every chance this last week to treat me horribly,
and you've never done it. So now I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you. Punish
me. Fuck me. Claim me. Mark your territory. Make me your property. Own me. Use
me, harder than you have any of your girls, because I need to learn to be
better, to be worth better. But you have to accept me first." Taylor
placed her face and shoulders down on the floor, and reached behind her to grab
the well toned cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart. "I'm all yours, sir,
but you need to imprint me. Fucking take me already."

"You'll do anything I say, Taylor? Anything?"

"Speak and it will be done, Master."

Andy finally felt like he was actually in control for the

first time today. "Stand up."

"Sir?"

"Don't make me say it twice," he growled, mostly

for effect, but he could've sworn he heard Aisling moan wantonly in response to
it.

"Yes sir," she said, placing her hands on the

ground, moving onto all fours before standing up. "Sorry sir." She
kept her hands folded together in front of her, her eyes lowered to the floor.

"Here's what's going to happen." Andy saw Lauren

was starting to try and shift, so he slapped her ass once more, and her hips
shoved forward into the bed once more, groaning, making it clear she now
understood she wasn't to move without his say so. "Words are great and
all, and I'm glad to hear you've learned how I'm turned on by dirty talk, but
I'm going to give you a harder challenge. You need to convince me that you
belong to me with a kiss, just one kiss."

Taylor started to move towards him, but he raised his hand

and she immediately stopped in her place. "Is there more, sir?"

"There is. After you convince me with a kiss, you're

going to convince Lauren as well, in the same way. But you're going to put all
of that sadness, all of that embarrassment, all of that shame, all of that is
going to go into your kiss with her, to convince her that you understand how
badly you hurt her, and how much you want to make it up to her."

"Now Andy  " Lauren started to say, but as

soon as he turned to look at her, the expression on his face cowed her into
silence.

"After that, I'm going to fulfill my promise to Lauren,

and I am going to fuck your ass so hard, it'll be sore for a week. I am going
to sodomize you so hard, you'll think you've gone to prison, and you're going
to have to come to terms with the fact that as soon as I cum in your ass, you
are going to feel your mind being blown into a billion fragments, and every
single fucking one of them will have my name stamped onto it." Taylor was
shivering now, but Andy was almost certain it was with pure excitement.
"You are going to wake up tomorrow and feel like a completely new woman.
Ash?"

"Every single sense you have is going to be on overload

tomorrow," Aisling said to Taylor. "It'll be like the volume on your
life is turned up to 11. Smells, sights, sounds, tastes, and touches, they'll
all be in full overdrive, which means your ass is going to hurt like you didn't
even believe is possible. I'm talking the kind of pain that feels like it goes
down to your very soul."

"And you won't be able to take any drugs for it to mute

the pain," Niko said. "No aspirin, no ibuprofen, not even a stiff
drink. That pain'll linger for a full day, and there's not a goddamn thing
anyone can do to make it go away before it's ready."

"By Tuesday, it'll be sore, but it won't feel like it's

threatening to overwhelm your body. But for all of tomorrow, you are going to
fucking hurt in a way that you can't even begin to imagine. And this is your
last chance to walk away from it."

Andy knew he was actually lying at this point. Sure, he had

to imprint Taylor, but he didn't have to listen to Lauren and go at her as
roughly as she wanted. If he didn't, though, there would always be a rift
between the two women, and that was something he didn't want either of them to
suffer through, so he was doing his best to navigate down this narrow street
the two women had built for him together.

"So what's your decision?" he said to her.

Taylor looked up, a steely resolve to her face, one he'd

seen mirrored in Lauren's face more than once before. She stepped forward and
wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down so that she could press her lips
against his, and in the kiss that followed, he could feel all of those
conflicting emotions battling inside of her. It was the first time they'd
kissed, but it was almost like it was a new first kiss for him, like he was a
young man again in his parents' basement, kissing some girl in the dark while a
scary movie played on the tv.

She held the kiss for a long moment, the heat of the kiss

turning up in the middle before backing down a little, so at the end he felt
like she was trying to convey her shame at having cheated on Lauren. "Was,
Is that good enough, sir?"

Andy smiled a little. "And now the other half."

Taylor mouthed the words "thank you" to him, out

of sight of all the others, before she turned to the bed. Lauren was starting
to try and turn around again, but Andy took the palm of his hand and pushed it
hard on the small of her back, keeping her pinned there, and Taylor immediately
understood what he was doing. She crawled up onto the bed, her pose mimicking
Lauren's, bent over the edge of the bed, although to get in line with Lauren,
she had to be much further up the bed.

She looked painfully nervous, but reached and turned

Lauren's face to look at her. Lauren's eyes were still pinched in anger at
Taylor, up until their lips met, and Taylor kissed Lauren with everything she'd
wanted to say to her for months now, holding onto her, even as Lauren tried to
remain impassive and stonefaced at first, but melted shortly to the intensity
of desperation that Taylor was giving to her.

As the kiss continued, Andy started to position the players

the way he wanted to, pushing Taylor as he pulled on Lauren, making Lauren roll
onto her back on the bed, and bringing Taylor to straddle her, the two a
tangled mess of lips and tongues, Lauren's hand against the back of Taylor's
head now, keeping her face mashed against her own. Aisling could see he was
maneuvering them, and hopped up, grabbing a couple of pillows, sliding them
beneath Lauren's head, propping her up a bit, so that when Andy pulled Taylor
down some to get her in position, she could still continue making out with her.

Once he had her in place, Andy sawed his cock back and forth

across Taylor's feverishly dripping snatch, feeling her ooze cream onto his
thick shaft, even as she was trying to shift her hips, making it clear she
still wanted to follow Lauren's rules, even now, her mind a dizzying chaos of
fucknoise and lust. She reached one of her hands behind her to pull on her
asscheek, forcing that pink pucker to expose itself even further.

Andy lined the head of his cock up against her asshole, but

then paused for a moment.

That pause made Taylor break from the kiss long enough to

plead with him once more. "Please, oh god please do it, Master. I've
always been yours, your wanton fucking whore, I just didn't know it. Show me.
Teach me. Fuck my ass and claim what's always been yours. Fucking take your
bitch. Claim her. Own me!"

That was good enough for him. He pushed his hips forward,

feeling her asshole give a little more easily than his other girls had on their
first time with him, and he suspected it wasn't Taylor's first time taking a
man's cock in her ass. He felt no particular need to be exploring virgin
territory, so it didn't bother him.

As soon as he was most of the way inside of her ass, he

could feel Taylor tense up, both of her hands clutching to Lauren's face,
moaning into the other woman's mouth in a loud, muffled shriek, as her body
clenched up, and suddenly Andy could feel liquid splashing back off Lauren's
thighs up against his balls, as Taylor began to squirt all over the Aussie.

He was tempted to ease off a bit, but Lauren had made it

quite clear that the one thing he absolutely positively wasn't to do was to go
easy on her, so he pushed forward until he was as deep as he could get, then
pulled back only to punch forward again with a rough slam.

Lauren broke from the kiss this time so that Andy could get

an earful of Taylor's whorish moans, her body covered in goosebumps. "I
think I'm fucking blind!" Taylor whimpered. "I've never cum so
fucking hard in my fucking life oh my fucking god what the fuuuuuuck!"

The Australain slapped Taylor across the face again,

certainly less hard than before. "What do you say, you useless
fuckhole?"

"Oh god," Taylor said, as Andy drew back.

"Thank you, Master! Fuck me! Fuck your needy bitch in her tight young ass
until it's fucking carved in the shape of your cock! You're so fucking thick,
it hurts, but your bitch loves how it hurts, so fucking rail her! Plow this
bitch, your bitch, until she's cumming her brains out her fucking ears!"

Lauren kissed her again, as Andy started to really rail her,

shoving his cock hilt deep each and every time, making his balls slap against
Lauren's sloppy twat that was still dripping girljizz onto his nuts. But Andy
decided if they wanted him to get rough, he would oblige them.

His hand grabbed onto Taylor's ponytail and yanked her head

back hard, making her spine curve back, a strangled howl of pleasure shredding
the air. He couldn't see it, but he was certain each time he drilled into
Taylor, her tits were making Lauren's jiggle with them. "What are
you?" he shouted at Taylor.

"Ohgod," she whimpered, "I'm yours, Master.

Your bitch, your whore, your slut, your worthless fuckhole to dump cum into and
leave a sodden mess on the fucking floor if you want. I'm whatever you fucking
tell me I am, because that's what I fucking what to be, sir." Her words
were mostly squealed in between brutally hard shoves of his cock into her
asshole, which continued to spasm and clench around his shaft. "Please,
Daddy, let me be worthy of your cum. Your bad little bitch needs it, more than
she's needed anything in her wasted life. Let her ass receive you. Oh god, your
bitch wants your cum so bad it's fucking eating her away from inside! Please,
Master, please, give your bitch your cum. Claim what's yours. You own this ass,
this cunt, this mouth, these tits,”

"I require more," Andy said, as he picked up the

pace. He wasn't sure how many times Taylor had cum, but he was fairly certain it
had been at least three or four.

"Name it, Master, and it's yours."

"I want to own that mind and that heart. Prove they

belong to me. Confess."

"Fuck," Taylor whined, her mascara having smeared

all across her face, turning her a hideous mess, before she kissed Lauren once
more, hard and fierce, before pulling her face back, looking down into the
Aussie's eyes. "I love you, Lauren."

Lauren's eyes instantly welled up and she kissed Taylor

again before pushing her back, a look of satisfaction on her face, as she kept
Taylor looking at her, saying only a single word. "And?"

"And,” Taylor said, trying to trail off, a wild spike

of nervousness running through her veins, before she muscled up the courage to
speak again. "And I love you, Andy. Mind, body and soul, you own it all. I
fucking love you, you bastard. Now please, let me, for the love of fucking god,
have my fucking cum!"

On that last word, one which Taylor was nearly shouting,

Andy slotted his cock in nice and deep and finally let loose, a monster of an orgasm
blasting a hot sticky load of spunk into her ass, and it was as though Taylor
had just touched the face of God, a rapturous moan erupting from her until she
forcibly locked lips with Lauren, the sound not stopping, only muffling some,
as Taylor's sweat stained body quivered like it was having its own personal
earthquake before slumping, almost deathly still, atop Lauren's form, the
Aussie wrapping her arms around Taylor, stroking her hair, as the pint sized
creature began to burble the word "imprinting" over and over again.

Andy's cock had softened and slipped from her ass, as he

pulled away from them, pushing them up onto the bed, grabbing a sheet, slowly
pulling it up and over the two of them.

"I don't have to stay here, Andy," Lauren started

to say, before he waggled a finger at her.

"You're exactly where you need to be right now, Lauren.

Keep our newest family member safe, while the process runs its course."

Lauren smiled at him, as if she was seeing him in a new

light for the first time. "Yes Master."

Chapter 18

The next morning, Andy woke up before anyone else. Taylor

had been allowed to remain on the bed, in Lauren's arms, all night, and the two
were still intertwined when Andy awoke. He suspected Niko would be up shortly,
Lauren not long after that, although she might sleep a bit longer what with
Taylor pressed up against her. Aisling wouldn't be up for hours.

Andy had gotten decent at extracting himself from the bed,

but this morning, it didn't take almost any effort at all. He grabbed some sweatpants
and a t shirt, pulled them on and then moved out of the bedroom and onto the
balcony, looking out onto his driveway, just as the morning sprinklers turned
on, down below him. He sighed, leaning against the railing, shaking his head.

"You're still worried," Niko said as she moved out

onto the balcony with him. "Worrying's not going to change anything."
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Anything I can do to lighten
the load?"

"Nah," Andy said. "By this time tomorrow,

it'll all be done one way or another. So I'm trying not to think about
it."

They stood together quietly for a moment, before she

laughed. "Not working, is it?"

"Nah," he said, joining in the laugh with her.

"But I'll make it work."

Niko decided to take a couple of personal days, and called

in to the base, telling them she needed a few days to deal with some private
matters. She didn't know when the dropoff was going to be arriving, but she
figured that Andy might need some help, and wanted to be around to help him
through any chaos.

A few hours later, Taylor awoke and was truly in agony, her

ass hurting like she'd ripped it open, so Lauren also decided to take the day
off and tend to her. She wasn't actually wounded in any serious way, but as
predicted, the high sensitivity of her nerves post imprinting process had all
the sensations cranked up to a hundred. Andy could even see a little hint of
regret in Lauren's expression before she steeled herself back up, to not let
Taylor see even a moment of weakness.

Aisling offered to help Lauren, but Lauren insisted that

Aisling just go about her normal day, so the redhead had gone down into one of
the living rooms to work for the day, although she told Andy that she'd come
help once the women arrived.

All the girls seemed to think Andy was walking on pins and

needles, but at this point, Andy was less worried about the women arriving and
more worried about the upcoming card game. He spent most of the morning
watching poker videos with the hole cards covered, practicing trying to read
people's expressions. He hoped it would keep his mind off things, and it mostly
worked.

It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon when the

military truck rolled up his driveway. "Here they come," he said,
watching from the balcony as they started to help the two women from the back
of the truck. "Oh fuck. Shit. Shit shit shit shitshitshit!"

"What's the problem?" Niko asked him. She'd come

to join him on the balcony when the truck had been buzzed in at the gate.

The first woman to get out of the back was the blonde Nico

had described to him earlier, Sheridan, a lithe woman dressed in yoga pants and
a sports bra. She stretched as she got out, folding one of her arms behind her
blonde mane of hair, bending like he'd never seen before. She looked to be in
her mid thirties, and certainly she was a very attractive woman. But she wasn't
the problem.

No, it was the woman who got out right after her that had

sent him into a tizzy.

"Shit, I thought you said the other one's name was

Teri."

"It is," Niko said. "At least that's what she

told everyone. Why?"

"Back when I dated her, she was going by Erin," he

sighed.

Sure enough, the second woman looked much like she had when

Andy had dated her nearly a decade ago, with a handful of notable changes. She
looked older, certainly, but she'd also dyed her hair a dark chestnut brown,
hiding those golden locks of hers. She also had a large tattoo on her right
shoulder, which he could see through the sleeveless dress she was wearing. It
was a stylized bird of paradise, and it appeared that the wings curved back
under the dress along her skin. She was a little curvy, but a bit less curvy
than she'd been when they'd been together.

"You dated her?" Niko blanched visibly. "I'm

sorry, Andy, if I'd have known,”

"No, I know you didn't know, Niko. But let's just say I

won't feel bad at all about passing her on to one of the other men." They
walked into the bedroom and headed out into the hallway, starting to head
downstairs. "I hadn't been out here long when Erin and I started dating, and
we were together for a little over two years, while I was just getting started
out here, working in corporate communications for eBay while I was writing the
first few Druid Gunslinger novels. She hated them so much, constantly told me I
was wasting my time, and that I should just focus on climbing the corporate
ladder at eBay."

"You're fucking kidding."

"I wish," Andy said, as they walked down the

stairwell. "After that she started telling me she didn't like the way my
friends treated her, which is to say they wouldn't do everything she said
without question. I finally got to the point where I was so sick of her
bitching at me about how I wasn't living up to her expectations that I broke up
with her a week before Valentine's Day. Packed up all her shit for her and threw
her out of the apartment."

"That's uncharacteristically cold of you, Andy."

"Oh yeah?" he said, stopping walking. "She

had it coming. The place was entirely in my name, and I'd spent the better part
of half a year trying to convince her to put her name down as a co renter on
the lease, and she wouldn't do it. I moved out of that apartment at the end of
next month and didn't leave a forwarding address, just so the bitch couldn't
find me, because she kept harassing me. I didn't just move apartments,  I moved
cities. Hell, I moved whole regions of the goddamn Bay. Back when I was dating
her, I was living up in El Cerrito, so I moved fifty miles south and hoped I
was fucking done with her."

"What do you mean by harassing?"

The doorbell rang, and it made Andy wince.

"She showed up drunk at least a dozen times. Broke into

my car a few times. Broke into the old apartment once. Tried threatening my
friends to find out from them where I moved to. After that failed, she tried
tailing me home from work for a while, until after about a year or so, she
finally left me alone."

"What a hot mess."

"That's an understatement," he said as they headed

down the stairs. "Yeah, let me tell you, Erin Teresa Donegal and I are
over and done with, and there is no way in hell I am letting that deranged
terror into this family."

"Ah Andy, love! There you are!" Erin said as they

reached the bottom of the stairs. "I see you've moved up in the world
since the last time we talked. I'm so excited to be joining this little family
you've been given."

"Don't unpack, Erin," Andy said. "You aren't

staying."

"The hell I'm not!" she said, her voice level

raising to an uncomfortable volume. "I was given the option of what man I
wanted as a partner, and I chose you, so it's a done deal. No more running away
from your problems anymore."

"I don't have to accept anyone sent to me, Erin, and

I'm certainly not going to bring someone into my family who hates my friends
and trashed my car."

"Oh my god, are you still upset about that? It happened

in the past. When are you going to let it go?"

"Considering you never paid me back for the car window

or the car stereo you destroyed, I wouldn't hold your breath any time
soon."

"Uh, are you sending me back too?" Sheridan asked,

a confused look on her face, as if she realized she was caught in the midst of
a deep historical squabble. "We haven't even met."

At this point, Andy remembered what he'd been told to do in

the instructions from Covington, and went into the rehearsed speech.
"Look, there's a meeting in a few hours, and I can go and see what's going
on. Maybe there was some kind of mixup about who was sent to who, so you can
stay here for the night, but please don't unpack, at least until tomorrow when
we get all this figured out. I should be back before midnight with some kind of
clarity over all of this."

While he was talking to the two women, Aisling had been

using his cellphone to photograph the two for the sake of the poker game.
Covington had made it clear that all the players needed to know what the
"prizes" were, and so each woman was to be photographed in advance.

"There's no mistake, Andrew," Erin said. "I'm

exactly where I want to be."

"Erin, I'm not the same guy you dated a decade

ago," he said, as Aisling handed him his phone back. "You would not
be happy here, and I certainly don't think the rest of my family would take to
you very kindly."

"No kidding," Aisling said as she scowled at the

woman, shaking her head. "How could you not like his writing?"

Erin sniffed in contempt at the Irish redhead. "They're

juvenile, childlike stories, and nobody's ever going to want to read
them."

"Funny how I've sold half a million books across the

series, Erin."

"Children have disposable income, Andrew, and while I'm

sure your little stories are fleeting distractions for them, nobody remembers
them after they're done with them. They don't affect anyone. They're not
literature. They don't mean anything."

"Jesus," Niko growled, "I'm glad he's not

letting you in, otherwise I'd probably have to beat your ass until you were
begging me to stop."

"I would like to see you try, young lady," Erin

sneered back. She was about a decade older than Niko, but Andy would've bet on
his partner over his ex."I've been taking self defense classes since I was
a child."

Aisling smirked and shrugged. "Niko's in the Air Force.

My money's on her."

Erin shook her head. "I have so much work to do here,

Andrew, in teaching these girls respect and  "

"Shut up! For fuck's sake, will you shut up and listen

for one minute in your goddamn life, you vacuous socialite? This is my house!
These are my partners, and they belong here, which is more than I can say for
you!"

"Andrew! How dare you  "

"Stop talking! Oh my god, do you ever shut up, or are

you so enthralled with the sound of your own voice that the words have lost all
fucking meaning? You never wanted me, you wanted what you thought you could
make me into, but whatever docile, kowtowing toady that is, that's not me, and
it's never going to be me! I'm done getting pushed around by you. So don't get
fucking comfortable!" At that, Andy stormed off, leaving Aisling and Niko
to apologize to Sheridan and/or deal with Erin.

Andy headed downstairs and into his office, closing the door

behind him, moving to settle down at his desk, as his two cats, both of whom
had been in his office, moved to claim his lap, demonstrating their affection,
trying to soothe the temper of their angered master. As it usually did, the
cats cleared his head and cooled him off.

He wanted to not think about it, so for the next few hours,

he just focused on his writing, getting a few chapters into the next Druid
Gunslinger novel, that he was currently calling "The Dryad Always Sings
Twice," although he wasn't in love with the title.

Some time later, there was a knock at his door, and he

sighed. "It's unlocked," he said, hoping it wouldn't be Erin.

Niko moved to enter the room, closing the door behind her as

she moved in. "You weren't kidding about that girl being a piece of
work," she said. "How'd you two even hook up in the first place?"

"I mean, she's attractive, and she took an interest in

me at a time when I didn't have a whole lot of self confidence. And she wasn't
entirely like this back then. The longer we were together, the more her intense
desire to have complete and total control in our relationship came out."

"Yeah, but pretty girls make graves," Niko said to

him, moving to wrap her arms around him from behind.

"None of you three have killed me yet. Maybe I've just

gotten lucky."

"Or maybe you've gotten more refined in your taste

since your mishap." She kissed him tenderly. "Anyway, I thought I'd
let you stew a bit, but it's getting time for you to head over to Covington's
for the poker game. Are you ready?"

He chuckled a little. "Not really, but there's no time

like the present." He saved his file and shut down his computer. "Is
she still being a pain in the ass?"

"Nah, Ash basically quarantined them in the pool house

out back after Erin demanded to see where the master bedroom was, so she could
get unpacked."

"Like you said, quite a piece of work." He helped

the cats off of his lap and moved to stand up before giving Niko another kiss.
"Thanks for keeping her away from me. You can imagine the hard memories
seeing her brought up."

"No kidding. I mean, the fucking gumption on that bitch."

She pet Muninn for a second before Andy opened the door, and she moved to walk
with him. "Anyway, I'm coming with you."

"Are your sure you want to? There's a chance I won't

come back with your friend."

She nodded, as they headed down the hall, heading towards

the garage. "If you don't, I want to be with you so you know that I'm not
mad at you." Niko pushed one of the buttons and the garage door in front
of the Tesla roadster. "Hop in, I'll drive."

The drive over to Covington's mansion was only about ten

minutes, and at least a couple of those minutes were spent waiting at the gate
for Covington's security team to let them in. There was a full checkpoint, with
a couple of women in military fatigues, each of whom had a M16 at the ready.

Covington's mansion was far more decadent than Andy's, and

as they drove up the driveway, Andy suspected that Covington might even be the
founder of the enclave that preceded New Eden, when it was just a bunch of rich
fat cats living in a gated community of their own devising.

The house itself was some weird hybrid of European colonial

tradition and hyper post modern industrialism, with a statue of Covington
himself in the center of the circular driveway in front of the home. The statue
portrayed him as a pioneer, with a child on one shoulder, and a dozen women
laying around him, each reaching up to him like he was their savior.

"Oh. My. God." Niko muttered. "This is extra

extra."

"Even if I have to cheat," Andy mumbled, "I

am going to run this asshole into the ground."

Niko immediately turned and shook her head at him.

"Don't cheat. Don't. He's caught cheaters before, and they get thrown out
and lose everything."

"Relax," Andy said, "I don't even know how I

could cheat here, even if I wanted to, which I don't. We'll play a nice, fair
game of poker. Any tips from your friend?"

"The only thing she could tell me is that he has a hard

time getting untilted if things start going against him."

Andy nodded. "That's good to know. Let's go meet the

competition."

The two exited the car and headed up the stairs, where a

blonde in a French maid's outfit opened the door for them. It was similar to
the outfit Nicolette chose to wear, except here the blonde's tits were
completely exposed, and the skirt was significantly shorter. Andy was certain
the girl wasn't allowed to wear panties either. "You are here for the
game?" the woman asked him, her voice accented in heavy French tones.

"I am. Andrew Rook."

The woman nodded. "Staff and colleagues need to remain

away from the card room, so I will escort your woman to join the rest of the
chauffeurs." She snapped her finger and another woman, this one in a
butler's outfit, except that she wore no shirt beneath the black overcoat,
which left most of her tits exposed. "Amber will take you to meet up with
the other players."

Andy could feel Niko tense up next to him, and took her hand

in his. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

Niko sighed, exhaling the breath, then nodded. "I'm

just sad I won't get a chance to see your face when you see all the other stakes
in play tonight," a sly smile on her face. "That's a shame, but let
me tell ya, I think you're gonna play your absolute best when you see what's up
for grabs." She winked as she started to stroll away with the butler.

"This way, sir?" the butler said to him and led

him down a series of stairs. It felt a little like walking into a lair. The
hallways were lined with expensive art, but there was no rhyme or reason to it,
no sense of what was important or what had personal meaning. It all felt, well,
dumped. Like someone was showing off what they'd acquired, but didn't really
care for. In fact, the whole home felt like that. Like the owner didn't enjoy
any of what he'd acquired if he wasn't rubbing it in everybody's faces. It made
Andy hate him even more.

Eventually, the butler brought him to a lounge room with a

massive LCD wall filling one entire side of the lounge. But Andy didn't look at
it for more than a second, because it was time to size up the competition.

"Ah, Andrew!" Covington said. "There you are.

I was starting to wonder when you were going to show up. I was afraid that you
had chickened out."

Andy scrunched his eyes. "You don't know me very well,

Mr. Covington  "

"Please, Andrew, call me Artie!" he laughed.

"Arthur then," Andy started. "You don't know

me very well, Arthur, but one thing you should learn early on about me is that
I don't spook easily, and I certainly don't back away from a challenge if
there's a reason to try and win."

"Well, there's definitely prizes worth winning in

tonight's pool. Here, Airdrop me the pictures of your stakes and we'll look
over all the possible winnings together."

Andy paused for a moment, then pulled up his phone, sending

the images over to Covington's phone. A few seconds later, the images of
Sheridan and Erin joined the others on the wall, like trophies on a wall. The
very presentation of it all made him sick, but he needed to look at the faces,
to establish some sort of foundation to the stakes in play.

He immediately saw why Niko had been teasing him. The wall

of faces was full of beautiful women, twelve in total, and both Doctor
Charlotte Varma and her daughter Asha Varma were up there, although they didn't
look at all how he'd imagined them. Charlotte looked European, and Asha's
features were an interesting blend of European and Indian. Asha thankfully
looked a little older than the 18 Andy knew she was. Both women were stunning.
But they weren't the ones who caught his attention at the onset.

There were two faces on the board that he recognized

immediately.

One of them was Emily Stevens, a British actress who'd co

starred in a series of films as a teenager before becoming an L A celebrity in
a bunch of well received indie films over her twenties. She still had that posh
English accent, which Andy had to admit did a hell of a number on him, a blonde
upper class British girl who was known to be clever and charming in interviews.
Last he had heard, she was dating some rich soccer player. Andy suspected he
was another casualty of the virus that had killed so many other Americans. She
was a staunch feminist and Andy tried desperately not to imagine how Covington
would treat her if he won.

The other face was the real star of the show, though. Sarah

Washington. 31 years old. 6'2". From New Jersey. Started out as a teenage
actress on Broadway before getting a break in an ensemble movie that Andy loved
and barely anyone else had seen, about a writer who suddenly realizes what he
writes in his stories is coming true. She was a quirky towering redheaded
actress who'd broken into the mainstream with a trio of ballet comedies before
branching out. In the last several years, she'd done action films, heavy dramas
and a score more comedies, some fantastic, a couple utterly terrible. She was
the darling of the talk show scene, a wonderfully flirty and feisty girl next
door with a flair for profanity. There was even a YouTube video entitled
"Sarah Washington Swears For Ten Minutes Straight." She loved to
complain about how clumsy she was, and yet, also did some of her own truly elegant
stunt work in her action films. There was one fight scene in "The Cooler's
Daughter" that he had watched hundreds of times, marveling as she flipped,
ducked and dodged, while throwing punches and shooting an oncoming assault of
faceless goons. Sarah had a couple million Twitter followers, at least as many
Instagram followers, and yet, still wasn't one of the best known actresses in
the world.

Andy's crush for the girl ran deep and fierce, and had for a

long time. In fact, she'd held the number one slot on his Hall Pass list for
the better part of a decade.

And she was now in play.

Niko hadn't been kidding when she'd said that he'd have all

the reasons he could imagine to want to do well. He couldn't bear to imagine
what Covington would do to all of these women, but he realized he needed to
size up the rest of the competition, and thankfully, Arthur was in the process
of introducing everyone.

"This is James Haunton, the mayor of New Eden,"

Covington sa id, pointing to a large rotund man with thinning grey hair and a
walrus mustache that Andrew was sure entire bowls of soup had gotten lost in.
The man had soft hands and wore expensive silks, with a large bulbous nose.
Andrew immediately knew he would be the first one down to the felt.

"Sir Nathaniel Watkins, the founder and head of Inner

Light Investments." Watkins' face wasn't unfamiliar to Andy, seeing as
Watkins was one of the most well known investors in the Silicon Valley, with
Inner Light having money in most of the semi successful tech startups over the
last dozen or so years. Watkins was lean and Waspy, dressed in a geeky button
up blue shirt and khaki pants, which went a good distance to hide his wealth.
He also had a big bushy brown beard that looked more unkempt than it should for
a man with as much money as he had. He mostly just looked like any other start
up burnout. Inner Light didn't have a terrible reputation, so if Andy had to
let anyone walk away with a decent chunk of the money, he decided it might be
Watkins, not that the man might give him a choice. Watkins had made his money
judging people's intents, so Andy marked him away as one of the people to keep
an eye on the most. He, other than Covington, was likely to be Andy's biggest
challenger.

"Gregor Vikovic, owner of the Quilt Real Estate Group."

Vikovic was easily the biggest man in the room, looking more like a football
linebacker in an expensive suit than a card player. He was Russian, in his mid
fifties, with a great big silver bushy beard, tightly braided and pulled
together. While he looked like he could tear Andy in half given a chance, he
didn't seem to have much in the way of subtlety, so Andy figured he wouldn't be
much to worry about.

"And this is Jake Jacobson, from the Jacobson clan that

owns the AllStore chain." One of Andy's friends growing up had a phrase
that Andy had never shaken loose “ 'Never trust anyone named Jake.' Jacobson
was dressed in a full suit and tie, but the suit was imported silk and probably
cost more than Andy had made all of last year. Jet black hair with a pencil
thin mustache, the man felt more reptilian than human, with beady eyes and a
perpetual sneer on his face. The AllStore chain was notorious for underpaying
its workers, avoiding unionization, denying health benefits to its employees
and putting them through nearly unbearable working conditions. When one of
their clerks had been trampled to death during a Black Friday sale a few years
ago, AllStore had gone to court to avoid paying out a settlement, saying the
employee had endangered himself by stopping to help pull up a customer who had
fallen, saving her life at the cost of his own. Andy wanted to take him for all
he was worth.

"Gentlemen, this is Andrew Rook, one of the newest

additions to New Eden. He's a writer of some silly little fantasy series,"
Covington finished.

"I write the Druid Gunslinger books under the name

Blake Conrad," Andy said, as the men started to gather up their things.
"They've done fairly well, and Working Title Productions has the option to
make them into films."

"I've got some stake in Working Title," Watkins

said, an easy going smile on his face. "Maybe I can help give them a push
through development hell. Who's your contact point over there?"

"Now now, gentlemen," Covington said, "there

will be plenty of time for chit chat over the poker table. Let's head next door
to the card room while I remind you all of how this works, mostly so our
newcomer doesn't feel left out."

As they stepped into the room next door, a lavishly

decorated card room awaited them, with a bar off to one side. A poker table sat
in the middle of the room, six spaces around it, with a topless Hispanic woman
sitting behind it, holding a deck of cards in her hands.

"Who's this?" Andy asked.

"This is our dealer, Veronica," Covington said.

"So none of us have to sully our hands constantly shuffling and dealing
cards."

Andy shook his head. "Absolutely not. We all take turns

dealing individually or I'm out."

"Out, my dear boy? Why would you do something so

foolish?"

Andy smirked, having considered this possibility before

hand. Covington had caught other people cheating, but apparently no one had
ever accused him of cheating, despite him often finishing in first or second.
"You know who has their own dealers? Casinos. You know why? Because the
house never loses. You might trust her, but that's certainly no reason for the
rest of us to do so." The woman had a Shufflemaster next to her, and Andy
pointed to it. "That handles all the hard work of shuffling. Dealing cards
is easy, and we all take a turn at it. Every five hands, we rotate and someone
else takes the dealer's chair. That way we know that nobody's cheating."

Covington started to fret, but Vikovic chimed in before the

man could get a sentence out. "Da. Dealer is one of your girls, and you
always seem to catch good break when you need it. I agree with new fish. We
will all deal this night, see if your luck changes." Vikovic didn't seem
like someone Covington would want to argue with.

Andrew didn't know for a fact that the Veronica had cheated

for Covington before, but it didn't hurt to throw people a little off their
game right at the start, and Covington's winning record had people a little
suspicious of him, so the man was going to do everything he could to ablate the
doubt.

"Fine," Covington sighed. "I suppose we can

all take turns dealing then. Veronica, would you mind simply tending the bar
for the evening?"

"Yes Master," she said, slowly moving to get up

from the poker table.

"All right gentlemen. Each of you has one hundred

thousand in chips in front of you. Whites are worth a hundred, blues are worth
five hundred, reds are worth a thousand and greens are worth ten thousand each.
The game is No Limit Texas Hold'em."

"Hopefully you know this game, yes?" Vikovic asked

Andrew as they all moved to take a seat at the table, Covington opting to start
in the dealer's position first.

"I've played it a few times, don't you worry,"

Andy told him.

Covington continued with the rules. "The position you

go out in determines in what order you get to pick from the pool, unless you
choose to rebuy in, which you can do once. If you're eliminated and don't rebuy
in, you are guaranteed to take home at least one woman."

"Free word of advice, new fish," Jacobson said.

"Don't rebuy in. Learn to lose gracefully."

Andy smirked at the man. "Hopefully you can take your

own advice."

"Spunky," Jacobson teased, an oily smile on his

face. "I like it when they fight back."

"First place takes five women from the pool, second

take three, third takes two, fourth and fifth each take one," Covington
said, dumping the deck into the Shufflemaster, pushing the button to let the
machine randomize the cards. "If you choose to rebuy in, you will be
restaked an additional 50k in chips, but lose that, and you take home nothing.
Any picks you would have had will go the first place winner. So if you go out
in third and want to rebuy in, you'll get an additional 50k to play with, but
you are giving up both of your picks to first place if you lose. Selection is
obviously done in terms of priority, so the first place winner selects all of
his women first, and so forth down along the line."

"Most of us know not to rebuy in, young man,"

Vikovic told him, "but there are those among us who simply cannot resist
one last taste at the apple."

"I'll have you know, I've come back from my restake

games over half the time," Jacobson couldn't resist tossing in.

"What do you guys normally do for a payout when

everyone's only got one woman to stake with?" Andy asked.

"Everyone gets one, but obviously first place normally

gets first pick of six primo broads," Haunton said. "But there's
always at least one person who rebuys in, so I don't think we've ever had first
place go home with less than two. Tonight's a big ass pot, though, so
everyone's got their game faces on."

"And nobody's ever gone home with a woman they've

regretted taking?"

The five men all laughed, and Covington shot him a

condescending smile. "If we do, we certainly don't let them talk any more
once we get them home. I keep telling you, Andrew, you really must come around
to our way of thinking."

"And I keep telling you, Arthur, that'll happen when

hell freezes over."

"Alright already!" Haunton growled. "Enough

with the jibber jabber! Shuffle up and deal!"

The game had begun.

To be continued in part 7, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

"I'm pretty sure you just demonstrated that."

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