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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 7

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The ramifications of Covington's poker game play out..

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Chapter 19

The decision was made that whoever was dealing would sit out

for those five hands and simply focus on the dealing. They also drew cards for
seating order, lowest card dealing first, highest card starting with the big
blind and the second highest being the small blind. Andy drew low card, which
didn't bother him at all. It would be a chance to watch the others without
having to divide his attention between his cards and his opponents.

"So I can't help but notice that you said even the last

place person takes home a woman," Andy said as he took his seat in the
dealer's chair, "but your count doesn't have someone for sixth place. So
which is it?"

While he started to deal cards out to the players, Covington

sighed, nodding. "I know, Andrew, I know. There is, in fact, a thirteenth
girl in the pool, but I don't think anyone would want to take her over the
other lovely women we have presented." He grabbed his phone from his
pocket, tapping it to load up a picture. "She arrived on my doorstep last
week, but when I told her what was expected of being part of my house, she refused.
So I locked her up and she's been stewing, but even in her sexual frenzy, she's
still refusing me, so I will give her as a prize to the person who comes in
last."

"Any woman in the pool should be in the pool, if you

ask me," Andy said, dealing the last card.

The man passed his phone over to Andy, a photograph of her

on the screen. "If you insist, Andrew, then I suppose that will be fine.
She is an athlete of some kind, and was supposed to be going to the Olympic
Games, so she is quite fit, but she is extremely willful and stubborn, so she
may be more trouble than she's worth."

Once the cards were out, Andrew picked up the man's phone

and looked down at the picture, recognizing her immediately. "Yeah, that's
Piper Brown," Andy said. "She's a member of the woman's volleyball
team. Hell, I think she won a gold medal in the last Olympics." He passed
the phone over to Watkins, who looked and then passed the phone down the line,
so everyone could get a look at her. A muscular, toned brunette with a stern
look in the photograph, it was a marked change of how she often seemed in
interviews, where she seemed warm and inviting. She looked like she wanted to
beat the shit out of whoever was taking the picture, and the room she was in
seemed spartan at best, barely more than a closet. "She definitely goes
into the pool if you don't want her."

"Agreed," Watkins said. "I'd likely take her

over several of the other women on offer."

"Even with her being a pain in the ass?" Covington

asked.

"Not all of us have such draconian house rules as you,

Artie."

Covington shrugged, then glanced at his hole cards.

"Then into the pool she goes, I suppose. Check."

The thing about televised poker is that many viewers don't

realize is that the show is almost always a collection of highlights over a
longer event, and that about sixty percent of poker hands have little to no
action, other than the two players who have blinds in the pool debating which
of them has the less crappy hand.

Over the first five hands, only about a few thousand in chips

changed hands, and Andy's first read felt like it was going to stand. Covington
and Watkins were good card players, Vikovic played loose, Jacobson played tight
and Haunton was an "any two'll do" kind of player, who was going to
throw money into the pot on pretty much any hand with his tells written large
across his face.

After the fifth hand, Andy moved from the dealer's seat to

his own chair and Covington moved to sit down at the dealer's seat. His first
hand out, Andy drew Jack Ten suited in hearts, so he decided to stick around in
the hand, since he was already the big blind. "Raise, one thousand."

It was a bet designed to scare off anyone who didn't have a

decent hand, but to Andy's amusement, all four other players decided they
wanted to see a flop, so everyone called him. He was a little surprised to see
Jacobson staying in, but he suspected the table might just be collectively
testing the new guy.

With the pot right, Covington deal out the three cards of

the flop, nine of spades, seven of hearts and the queen of hearts. That gave
Andy both an open ended straight draw and a flush draw, although he didn't have
either the king or ace of hearts, so that made him a little nervous, but he
decided he wanted to take the measure of his opponents, so he pushed another
two thousand into the pot. Haunton and Jacobson both stayed in, but Watkins and
Vikovic both folded, leaving three people in the game.

The next card, the turn, did absolutely nothing to the

board, a 2 of clubs. Technically, Andy was holding nothing, but he felt like
his odds were decent to make something out of it at the river, and he wanted to
come out guns blazing. So he decided to trap, and checked. Jacobson also
checked, but Haunton thought he smelled weakness, so he added another thousand to
the pot, a string bet designed to just pull a little more money out of what he
thought was opponents in a weak position. Andy suspected the man was holding
top pair, or maybe three queens if he was lucky, but he thought that Haunton
would've thrown a lot more into the pot if he'd flopped trips, so Andy called,
and Jacobson decided to fold, leaving just the two of them in the pot.

The final card, the river, flopped and Andy felt the smile

he was stifling behind his eyes. The King of Diamonds. He'd made his straight,
and there wasn't a flush on the board. The worst he could do was split the pot.
And Andy knew exactly what Haunton was going to do, so Andy simply checked.

Haunton figured he had Andy on the ropes, so he pushed five

thousand into the pot, and Andy smirked a little bit, and raised another five
thousand in return. Haunton flinched visibly, but at this point, decided he was
pot committed and clearly wanted to know whether or not Andy was bluffing, so
after a minute or so of deliberation, he called.

"Straight, king high," Andy said, flipping over

the cards.

Haunton flipped over the cards, even though he didn't have

to, revealing that he'd stayed in with two pair, queens and kings. "Damn,
you got me, new fish."

The stack of chips was pushed over in Andy's direction, and

Andy nodded. He'd just taken nearly twenty percent of Haunton's stack on the
first hand. It might have been too strong an opening, but sometimes you just
had to play the cards as they laid.

For the next hour or so, players took turns mostly slowly

redistributing the chips, although towards the end of the hour, Haunton made a
very bad odds call, and went all in on two pair against Covington, who had
limped into the pot and flopped trip deuces. Because Haunton had figured his
two pair was rock solid, he groaned when Covington turned up his cards and took
Haunton out of the game.

Without so much as missed a beat, Haunton immediately said

"Rebuy."

A note was made and another stack of chips was brought forth

and put in front of him. "Last place tonight's like not even playing at
all, so might as well give it another go. Besides, I want to at least finish
third one of these nights." He was next in line for small blind, so
counted out the amount needed.

"I wouldn't bank on that, the way you're playing,"

Andy said to him. "You need to learn how to evaluate your hand better, and
stop making such loose wagers."

"Shh," Covington said to him. "Nobody likes

being told how to play better, Andrew."

"Speak for yourself, Artie," Watkins said.

"The minute you stop moving forward, you might as well be dead. Any tips
for me, Andy?" he asked with a glimmer in his eye.

"Yeah," Andy said, counting out his big blind.

"Quit playing with your food so much. It's unbecoming. You had the mayor
dead to rights two hands ago and everyone at the table knew it, and you still
spent at least a minute's worth of all our time making a show out of it before
you called him"

Watkins, who was taking a turn at dealer, chuckled. "I

see your point, although I do need to take my fun here and there when I
can."

"Fun has no place is business or poker," Vikovic

said, glancing at his hole cards before matching the big blind. "I'm
in."

Covington and Jacobson stayed in, and Haunton, sensing an

opportunity, raised on small blind, the value of the pot, a move Andy didn't
think the mayor was capable of. All the players were sitting on decent hands,
but at least half of them were hoping to go fishing, wanting to see a flop for
a chance to pick up a decent sized pot. Now that the pot had grown, however, it
was time to see who was going to stick around when the price went up.

Andy glanced at his hole cards for the first time. When he

was the big blind, he never bothered looking at his cards until the action came
to him, mostly so that there was no possible way to give anything away to his
opponents. He peeked at the two cards and found pocket cowboys waiting for him,
two kings. So Andy matched the bet and said "Call."

Vikovic matched the bet, to no one's surprise, as did

Covington, but Jacobson folded, clearly having a questionable hand that only
got more questionable with this much money in the pot. Andy put him on a low
set of suited connectors, maybe a 7 8 or so. Watkins, as the dealer, was out of
the hand. One of the other reasons Andy had suggested that they each take turns
as dealer was that it would cut into bad streaks, giving players who were on
tilt a moment to deescalate their frustrations and get their head back in the
game.

The flop hit, and Andy was a little annoyed by it. Three of

hearts, eight of diamonds, jack of spades. The fact that it was a rainbow flop
meant that anyone hoping to get a flush was seeing their odds rapidly
dwindling, needing the next two cards to be of the same suit (and to be holding
two of that suit) to hit. It also wasn't great for a straight, although Andy
could see Haunton or Vikovic staying in with a nine ten suited, which would
leave them sitting on an open ended straight draw. There was also the chance
that one of the other men was sitting on fishhooks (a pair of jacks) and had
just flopped a set, but neither Vikovic or Haunton seemed visibly excited
enough to have done that. Covington was still a pain in the ass to read.

Haunton decided to play it cool. "Check."

Andy saw no reason to turn up the heat, so he followed.

"Check."

"Raise 2k," Vikovic said.

"Call," said Covington.

"Call," said Haunton.

"Call," said Andy. It was a value bet, adding to

the pot, but certainly not causing him to get scared, as Andy felt like he was
still sitting on top hand.

All of the chips were pushed into the center, and then

Watkins flipped over the turn card. "King of Hearts."

Andy did his best to keep his expression as neutral as

possible, although on the inside, he was doing cartwheels. He'd just hit a set,
and now he felt like he was definitely the best hand on the board. He wasn't
first to act, though.

"Check," Haunton said.

"Check," Andy repeated. He could've bet here, but

the best thing to do was to let someone else make the first stab at the pot. He
suspected either Vikovic or Covington would try and push a large bet in,
fronting as if they were sitting on a pair of kings, or maybe a king and a
jack. Best to let them make the first move and then come in to take it from
them.

"Raise 20k," Vikovic said. There it was. Someone

clearly trying to buy the pot, hoping he could bluff strength into players who
were displaying weakness.

"Fold," Covington said, tossing his cards to the

dealer.

That brought the action to Haunton, who had literally just

rebought his way into the game a few minutes ago. The mayor thought for a long
moment before he pushed the entire stack forward. "All in."

Andy sighed for a moment, and looked again at the board,

making sure he had a solid read on it. If he called Haunton and lost, the mayor
would more than double up if just one player called him and lost. Vikovic had
made a big push, but Andy was almost certain he couldn't wait to fold, just to
get away from this disaster of a hand before it got worse for him. Which meant
Andy would be taking in about 80k if he took down the hand.

The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that

Haunton had being playing cool when he'd flopped trip jacks, and in doing so,
had bought Andy enough daylight to see the king to make his own set for next to
nothing.

It felt like a long wait, but eventually Andy spoke.

"Call."

"Too rich for me," Vikovic said, mucking his cards

even as Andy was speaking. "I fold."

"Shouldn't have tried to buy the pot," the mayor

said, laughing as he turned over his cards. It wasn't a pair of jacks, but a
jack and a king, giving him two pair. "Two pair. Nervous yet, new
fish?"

Andy smirked. "A little, but not that much," he

said, flipping over his pair of kings.

Haunton immediately got up from the table, tossing his hands

into the air. "C'mon, you gotta be kidding me! Come on, jack! Come on,
jack!"

"Odds aren't good for you, Mr. Mayor," Covington

said.

"Enough discussion!" Vikovic said. "Give us a

river."

Andy was a deadlock. Haunton was wrong. If a jack came up,

he would still win the pot, as it would simply give both men a full house, and
Andy's would still be better. Haunton was drawing dead, and he simply didn't
see that. When the last card was flipped, it was the six of diamonds, not
changing the board at all anyway.

"Fuck!" the mayor shouted, before getting up from

the table. "I should've bet on the flop."

"It wouldn't have mattered," Andy said as he

pulled the mound of chips his direction. "I was still holding top pair at
that point. I would've called you."

"Take a few minutes and go get a drink, James,"

Covington said to the mayor. "As for the rest of you, we have ourselves a
new chip leader. And thankfully, his streak will be interrupted now by a turn
at the dealer's seat."

Andy grinned. "Sure, give me just a minute to get my

chips sorted and stacked." All said and done, Andy was clearly well ahead,
sitting on a little over 225k of the 650k chips in play. Covington was in
second, with 145k, Watkins in third at 120k, Jacobson at 90k and Vikovic at the
bottom with 70k.

Over the next five hands, Covington did very well for

himself, knocking out Vikovic, who rebought in, bringing the chip pool up to
700k, moving himself within spitting distance of Andy's pool. And just after
Vikovic bought back in, it was time to change dealers again, and Andy moved out
of the dealer's seat, and Covington moved to take it.

"I thought you said not to buy back, Vikovic,"

Andy said, moving back to his stack of chips.

"It's what you call a value bet, yes?" Vikovic

said. "In fifth place, I would simply have one woman. I can get one woman.
And last pick is of no desire to anyone. So if I go home empty handed tonight?
Is okay. I take my stab at glory."

Two hands later, Andy made a big bluff and got caught with

his hand in the cookie jar, costing him 40k, but he immediately turned it
around, and the following hand busted Jacobson out. Jacobson declined to rebuy,
happy to go home with someone rather than empty handed.

On Covington's last hand as dealer, Vikovic decided to make

a last stand, and Watkins called him on it, knocking Vikovic out in fourth.

"With only three of us left in the game, might I make a

suggestion?" Covington said. "At this point, I think we should simply
rotate between the three eliminated players as dealers, while the three of us
remain in the game at all times. Is that acceptable to everyone?"

"Sure," Watkin said, "the more action the

better."

The mayor sighed, bringing his glass of scotch over to the

dealer's chair, sitting down. "Yeah, okay. No offense, Rook, but I hope
Artie busts you hard."

Andy shrugged. "Can't make friends with everyone."

He was thirsty, but he would be damned if he was going to make the girl behind
the bar do an ounce of work on his behalf. "So c'mon, let's get some cards
out."

Around ten thirty, Andy was starting to get nervous. He'd

dropped down to third place after a couple of unlucky river cards in a row.
Then Watkins went all in on Andy. Andy clearly couldn't cover the spread, but
Andy called, and Covington decided to get out of the way instead of making a
side pot. Thankfully, when the cards were turned over, Andy held the better
hand, and the river finally flowed his direction. That doubled him up and put
him back in the game.

Watkins confidence was shaken, and over the next hour, he

never really recovered, playing a bit too reckless and loose. Once Andy and
Covington smelled weakness, the two honed in, taking turns chipping away at him
until finally Watkins went all in, and just before midnight, Andy took him
down.

"You want to rebuy?" Covington asked him.

Watkins laughed, shaking his head. "Taking three from

the pool is more than enough for me. You two titans have fun duking it
out."

"You ready for this, Andrew?"

"Don't you worry, Arthur," Andy said. "Let's

see who hits felt first."

With only two players, they were always going to be trading

turns between little blind and big blind. As soon as Covington looked at his
hole cards, he immediately called "All in."

Andy smirked a little, not having even looked at his own

cards yet. He'd suspected Covington would've tried something like this, just
constantly firing at the blinds, trying to chip them away, using his big stack
to bully Andy's weaker stack. He glanced at his cards, then nodded. "Okay.
Call."

Covington blanched. He turned over his cards, revealing Jack

eight, not even suited. He'd expected Andy to just back off and let him chip
away a set of blinds, and was not happy that Andy hadn't done so, growing even
more frustrated when Andy flipped over a pair of nines. "How do you start
with a pocket pair?"

"Maybe it's a hint you shouldn't go so aggressive right

out the gate," Andy replied as Watkins dealt out the flop. As soon as the
cards were upturned, Andy could practically feel the anger boiling out of
Covington. Andy had flopped the nuts, a six and the other two nines. At that point,
it was a formality of just dealing out the last two cards, as Andy was
guaranteed the winning hand with four of a kind.

Right out of the gate, Andy had doubled up.

As the next hand was being dealt out, Covington hadn't even

seen his cards and immediately said "All in." He was fully on tilt,
and wanted to try and reclaim his confidence. He didn't even look at his two
hole cards, simply staring Andy down, practically daring him to get into the
hand.

Andy knew the stakes were a great deal higher on this hand,

and so he took the time to look at his hole cards, a slight laugh escaping his
lips. He couldn't try and read his opponent so he had to decide if his hand was
good enough for the risk. And the two cards he had were affectionately known as
Big Slick, Ace King suited, this time in spades. It wasn't a pair, but playing
against two random cards, his odds were good.

"Sure, let's dance. Call."

"You don't respect me, do you, Andrew?"

Andy grinned, giving a little shrug. "You didn't even

look at your cards, Arthur. How am I supposed to respect that? If you aren't
going to respect your opponent, why should he respect you in turn? And you're
just firing into the pot, hoping that you can buy a few blinds to chip away at
my stack. But you have no idea what's under there. And I've got Big
Slick." He flipped over his cards. "How about you?"

Covington was turning almost scarlet red with anger, and

turned over his cards, revealing just a six of spades and a three of hearts.
"This is ridiculous."

"Artie," Vikovic said, "you didn't even look

at your cards. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking this shitstain has been a pain in my ass

all night long and I wanted to bury him."

"And that's the problem, Arthur," Watkins said,

putting out three cards for the flop. "You aren't thinking about the cards
and you're thinking about your opponent."

The first card on the flop was the six of hearts, giving

Covington a pair and a moment's hope, but the second card immediately dashed
that, revealing the Ace of Hearts. The third card, a ten of clubs, didn't
affect the board at all.

With the turn came the three of spades, putting Covington

back in the lead for a moment, with two pair, until the last card came out, the
King of Hearts, pairing Andy up to two pair as well.

Covington practically snarled as he counted out the chips,

pushing them over, his stack now a quarter the size of Andy's. "You've got
more luck than a goddamn leprechaun, Rook."

Watkins stood up, and Jacobson sat down to take a turn at

dealer, washing the cards through he Shufflemaster again. Typically the break
as the dealer changed was enough to let a player cool off, but Covington was
still off balance as they started up again. When the next set of two cards were
dealt, Andy was back on the small blinds, and so was the first to act. He'd
glanced at his cards and said, "Call."

Covington was gunshy now, and simply said "Check,"

as he was desperate to see a flop and get more information. The flop came down
Ace of Hearts, seven of spades, three of clubs. Immediately, Covington said
"All in."

Andy stopped and did the math in his head. "Yeah, okay.

Call."

"Two pair," Covington said, flipping over the Ace

of Spades and the three of hearts with an angry gusto. "Take that, you
lowbrow piece of shit! Time for me to get my money back."

Andy shook his head with a wry smile. "Not so fast,

Arthur." Andy turned over his hole cards, the seven of hearts and the
seven of clubs. "I like my odds here."

"Another goddamn pocket pair! This is ridiculous!"

"I probably would've folded if you'd bet at the blinds,

but you let me see a flop for cheap, so midlevel pocket pair seemed okay."

Jacobson turned over the turn card, and Covington

immediately let out an undignified cheer, as the three of diamonds. "Yes!
Full house! Suck it! Give me my money!"

"He still has a few outs, Artie," the mayor

warned.

Andy was actually leading, but Jacobson just couldn't see

it. He was sitting on a full house, sevens over threes, and Jacobson was
sitting on threes over aces, which was the lower hand. Players tended to get
wound up, so they often refused to think about everything, but Watkins had that
knowing smile, so Andy knew he had spotted Jacobson's error as well. Jacobson
needed either another three or another ace to pull victory from the jaws of
defeat.

"No! I refuse to believe I'm going to get blown out by

some random river card!"

"So show us river already," Vikovic said.

And Jacobson placed down the last card with a thump that

resounded throughout the room like a clap of thunder. The seven of diamonds.

That meant that Covington had a full house, threes over

aces, but Andy's four of a kind had blown it out of the water.

"The absolute luck on you," Covington growled.

Andy had gone from 110k to 220k to 440k, making him the chip

leader now. He could, if he wanted, use Covington's own tactics against him.
But Andy liked to play smart. On the other hand, Covington was so tilted now,
he could probably be goaded into a sloppy play. And if Andy could get Covington
to go all in again, he'd be down to the felt and this stupid game would be
over.

Maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.

It seemed like the time to goad the millionaire a little

more, just to see if Andy could completely tilt him.

"Maybe we should see how strong my luck's running right

now then, huh?" Andy said as new hole cards slid in front of him.
"Tell you want, Artie." He figured this singular use of the man's
nickname would give him even more of a severe nudge. Andy had been calling him
Arthur all night long, but now, the nickname Artie sounded condescending as
fuck. "I'll look at one, just one, of my two hole cards here, and if it's
higher than a eight, I'll go all in without even looking at the other card. How
about that?"

"You do whatever you want, boy, and I'll show you how a

real man plays cards." Covington was blind with rage, and there was a
carelessness flaring up behind his eyes, as Andy lifted up one of the hole
cards to peek under at it.

"Okay," Andy said. "All in."

"You're bluffing!" Covington said, slamming his

fist on the table hard enough to knock the stacks of chips loose.
"Call!"

"Now Artie," Andy said, smug grin on his face,

"are you sure that  "

"I Said Call Goddamn It!"

Andy flipped over the one card he'd looked at, the Ace of

Hearts, but left the other card face down, as Covington flipped over his cards.
The man had looked at them this time, and was sitting on a pair of sixes.

"Aren't you going to turn over your other card?"

Andy shrugged, that sly smile on his face. "In a

minute. Let's see the flop."

The flop came down six seven ace, giving Covington a set,

while Andy was sitting on a pair of aces. The turn was next, a deuce, no help
to anyone, and the river, well, the river was the two of hearts. Looking at the
board, Andy's odds weren't great, but he wasn't out either. The seven and the
six on the board were both hearts, which meant Andy needed his other hole card
to be another heart.

"It's Schrödinger's hole card now," Andy said,

tapping his fingers lighly along the felt. "Maybe I've got a winning card,
and you're out, or maybe you've got me dead to rights and have doubled up back
into the lead. What you've gotta ask yourself is, do you feel lucky? Well, do
you, punk?" The grin on his face was broad, as he gave the man his best
Clint Eastwood impression.

Vikovic was the one who finally made the move. He leaned

across the table and grabbed the last card, the one Andy had never even
touched, and flipped it over. There in all her glory...

...was the Queen of Hearts.

Andy had made his flush.

"Son of bitch," Vikovic said, letting out a low

appreciative whistle. "You want to rebuy, Artie?"

"Fuck that! This guy is on a streak. I'm out. Game's

over!"

"Are you sure, Artie?" Andy said.

"The! Game! Is! Over!" Covington fumed. The older

man stood up, inhaling a long breath before letting it out slowly, trying to
regain his composure. "Alright, let's sort out the winnings. Andrew, you
have seven picks from the pool and get to pick first, as is your right as the
winner."

"Alright, let's see," Andy said, as all the men

moved back into the parlor with the videowall they'd been in before. He'd hoped
just to win with no rebuys from anyone, as it would've made his decisions
simple, but seven, seven was a lot of women for any one man to handle.

The thirteen faces sprung to life on the big wall, as Andy

looked over them carefully. "Alright, I suppose I'd better just pick then.
Charlotte Varma, Asha Varma, Piper Brown, Emily Stevens,”

"Damn," Jacobson grumbled.

"Oh hush. If he hadn't taken her, I certainly

would've," Covington said to him.

"Sarah Washington, Sheridan Smith and,” Andy looked

over the wall of faces, trying to decide who else he would pull from this den
of vipers, and yet, he just couldn't bring himself to care about rescuing his
ex Erin. It was a sea of beautiful faces, but none of them evoked any stronger
reaction than another, so he was forced to read the small text beneath each of
them, sorting out people he wouldn't want to spend long periods of time with.
He was a little tempted to give his seventh pick to Covington, but couldn't
bear to let anyone decent be bound to the loathsome toad.

There were a couple of Republicans he nixed immediately.

Andy was a lifelong Democrat, and anyone who'd still identify as a Republican
after the last three years of madness wasn't anyone he wanted to let into his
home and family. A few others struck him as from far too wealthy of families,
the sorts of people who would do much better with Covington and his ilk. But
there was one, Deborah Barnes, a blonde veterinarian from Los Gatos, originally
from Kansas, and she seemed warm and caring in the notes about her. ", and
Deborah Barnes, I guess."

"Erin Donegal was originally one of yours,"

Covington said. "Don't you want to take her back?"

Andy shook his head. "I would've sent her back to the

base if it weren't for this little game of yours. If you want her, you can have
her. She doesn't like my writing, and anyone who doesn't like my writing isn't
welcome in my house."

"If you don't want her, I won't take her either,"

Covington sniffed. "I'll take Janice Flowers, Eloise Childs and Teresa
Kenzington."

"I'll take her then," Watkins said. "Donegal

and Nina Choi."

That left Jacobson with Ariel Smith, since Vikovic and

Haunton had both rebought in, and left with nothing. Andy sighed. "So how
do we relocate them?"

"A car will arrive tomorrow to pick everyone up and

drive them to their new locations, although you're welcome to take the Varmas
and Miss Brown with you tonight, since they're here, and you are as well.
Tomorrow afternoon, everyone will have what's coming to them. You may need to tend
to Miss Brown's needs before you leave, however, Andrew," Covington said.
"She's in quite the state. I'll have the other two meet you upstairs by
your car when you're done with Miss Brown."

"Can you send my partner, Niko, down to meet me? I'm

strong, but carrying an unconscious Olympic athlete up some stairs by myself is
probably more than I'm capable of."

"Of course. Let me go get her. Veronica, would you take

Mr. Rook over to Miss Brown's room please?"

The servant brought Andy out of the parlor and took him to

wait outside of a room where the door was clearly locked. She unlocked the
door, but didn't open it. "You may wish to wait for your partner, Master
Rook. The woman in there, she's not well," she said to him, a look of
concern on her face. "Ah, here's your woman now."

Andy turned around and Covington was escorting Niko down to

meet him. "Here you go, Miss Red Wolf. You two should be strong enough to
carry Miss Brown out when you're done with her. You know the way back?"

"I do," Niko said to him. "Thanks."

Both Covington and Veronica walked up the stairs, leaving

Andy and Niko alone together outside of the door, neither quite bringing
themselves to open it yet.

"So you won?" she finally said to him.

"First place. Seven women. It's going to be a

trial."

"Maybe you could donate one of them to Eric or Phil if

it scares you that much," she said with a laugh. "So are Charlotte
and her daughter behind this door?"

"No no, they'll be upstairs waiting for us at the car

after we're done here. There were actually thirteen girls in the pool, not
twelve. This is the thirteenth. Her name's Piper Brown."

"Wait, that cute volleyball player with the little

pregame warm up dance who went viral a few years back? That Piper Brown?"

"The very same."

"Well let's go get her. Why's she down here?" Niko

started to reach for the door, but Andy put his hand on it.

"She's been here for over a week, so she's pretty

heavily in the throes of need right now," Andy said, not letting her open
the door yet. "Covington said she'd be in quite the state, so I'd need to
imprint her here, and you'll have to help me carry her upstairs
afterwards."

Niko's face fell. "Jesus, what a fucking asshole,"

she sighed. "A whole week of waiting for imprinting after she's been
vaccinated? She must be out of her fucking mind with need by now. Okay, we'll
let's get to it, stud."

Andy shot her a disappointed look before he lifted his hand

and opened the door. The room was poorly lit, a handful of lights on their
lowest setting, as Andy and Niko stepped into the room, closing the door behind
them.

On the far side of the room, sitting in chair, looking

almost catatonic, was Piper. She was naked, sitting in an armchair, her
brunette hair draped over her tits, a vacant look on her face. She was
muscular, in far better shape than Andy or Niko. It almost looked like she was
drooling on herself from across the room.

"God, is she dead?" Niko whispered to him as they

started to walk over to her.

"Ms. Brown?" Andy said. "Piper? I'm Andy

Rook. I'm here to take you away from here."

Suddenly, Piper's head whipped and her blue eyes focused on

Andy with a terrifying intensity. Before Andy could even react, she lunged out
of the chair and raced over towards him. Niko tried to step forward to slow her
down, but Piper shoved her out of the way sharply. As soon as she was at Andy,
she pushed him back to the wall with an irresistible strength, forcing his back
against the surface before she dropped down to her knees.

"It's okay, Piper," Andy said to her, but the

woman seemed completely oblivious to his words. She practically ripped his
pants open and immediately brought her mouth around his cock. Andy wasn't hard,
but Piper's tongue was demanding, even as Niko moved back to her feet and
walked over to him

"God, was I that bad?" Niko said, her hand

reaching down to stroke Piper's hair reassuringly.

"You were at least verbal," Andy said, as he felt

Piper's mouth humming on his cock, making it swell. "I feel a little bad,
taking advantage of her like this."

Niko shook her head, leaning in to kiss Andy. "This

girl's got a need and you need to fill it, Andy. Just let her have it, and we
can go. Besides,” Niko giggled, nuzzling against his neck. "It's kinda
hot, the way she's just feasting on you, cavewoman style."

"Yeah, well, it's hard to keep an erection with the

stink of this room. I think they kept her trapped in here all week."

"But she's good at sucking cock, isn't she?"

"She's certainly voracious."

"Don't hold back, then," Niko said, taking one of

his hands in hers, trying to reassure him. "No need to be all gallant for
this time. You can save that for the first time she'll actually remember."

It didn't take long, and sure enough, a minute or two later,

Andy was firing a blast of cum down her throat, which was when the strangest
thing happened.

Piper didn't suddenly slump over.

No, instead, after she swallowed his hot sperm, she tugged

him away from the wall and pushed him down to the floor, not so much as a
droplet of spunk escaping her lips.

"What the hell?" Andy exclaimed in shock.

"Why isn't she imprinting?"

"Fuck, I hope she's not stuck like this because he

waited too long!" Niko said, trying not to panic. "Maybe you didn't
have a big enough load?"

"When the fuck has that ever mattered before?"

Piper's wild eyes still darted left and right, but as soon

as she had pushed Andy onto the floor on his back, she crawled over him, her
hand tugging on his cock once more, as she straddled him.

"I think she definitely wants more, Andy," Niko

laughed. "Hit her again."

"I dunno if I can give an encore this soon, Niko!"

Andy whispered.

Piper cut him off, shoving her lips against his in what had

to be the most primal kiss he'd ever encountered, almost like she was claiming
him instead of the reverse, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, her athletic
body keeping him in place.

Niko moved behind Piper and snaked one hand around the

Olympian's waist, moving to rub her fingertips against the brunette's cunt, a
small triangle of pubes above it, as Niko started stroking the girl's clit.
"I don't think she's going to give you a choice, Andy." Niko smirked,
her other hand reaching to tweak one of Piper's stiff nipples, finding the bud
as hard as a rock, eliciting a groan from the athlete, who was dragging the
head of Andy's cock across her snatch.

Within a moment, he was stiff enough for her to slam her

weight down onto him, forcing his cock deep into her cunt, finding it drenched
and achingly warm. Andy didn't so much do anything as provide a dildo for the
woman to ride upon, her hips bouncing in his lap, her lips attached to his,
refusing to let go, even while she fucked him.

After a few minutes, Andy felt a familiar tingling in his

balls, and as Piper squirmed and wriggled down on him, he fired a load of cum
against the back of her twat. This time, it seemed, it was enough to take, and
the toned woman spasmed in one sharp and violent quake before slumping deathly
atop of him, murmuring "imprinting" over and over again, so quietly
Andy could barely even hear it. He more felt her lips moving than heard her, as
her face was buried in the nape of his neck, his body pinned underneath her.

"A little help, please?" Andy said, and Niko only

laughed that much harder.

Chapter 20

After Niko helped Andy get Piper off of him, they scrounged

around the room before they simply gave up and put Andy's jacket on her. There
wasn't any clothing in the room, not even a bedsheet. Just a bucket in the
corner, filled with excrement. She wasn't difficult for them to carry, although
neither of them had much experience carrying an unconscious person before.

Once they got her up to the car, Andy regretted that they

had brought the roadster. The vehicle did have four seats, but the back seat
was very cramped, and they were going to have to lay Piper over people's laps,
because he refused to put her in the trunk, even if she was unconscious.

Waiting at the car was Dr. Charlotte Varma and her daughter

Asha. "Thank you for saving us from this, Niko," Charlotte said to
her, the woman's accent definitely French. She was dressed in a long flowing
summer dress, with a jacket thrown on over it, billowy fabric over her womanly
figure, her long blonde hair swept back behind her ears, hanging down to the
middle of her back. She looked less like a doctor and more like a hippie, but
she had a warm smile that put him at ease. "And you, Mr. Rook."

"Please," he said, "call me Andy." He

unlocked the car, then popped the trunk to load Charlotte's suitcase into it,
followed by Asha's and Piper's, which one of Covington's servants had clearly
brought up while Andy was tending to the athlete's needs. "Let's get out
of here, and we can talk on the way over to the house."

As Asha got in the backseat, she bumped fists with Niko.

"Thanks, Neeks," Asha said, her accent definitely British, despite
her exotic looking features. Her long wavy black hair was drawn back into a
ponytail that barely hung past the nape of her neck, the tie high on her head,
her skin several shades darker than her mother's. She wore black knee high
leather boots, black pantyhose, a black leather skirt that was playfully short
and a purple silk shirt that was still tight enough on her that he could the
outline of her lacy bra through the material. It was also cut high enough to
show some midriff, including a little silver musical note belly piercing.
"Good looking out."

They laid Piper atop of their lap before Niko got into the

front passenger's seat and Andy got into the driver's seat. Before, the
driveway had been a showroom of deluxe and expensive cars, but now everyone
else had already gone home.

The house's external lights were still on, but it was clear

that Covington had already gone to bed, so it was with no fanfare that Andy
slowly drove the electric car off the property, heading back towards his place.
It was approaching one AM and as Andy felt the cool breeze blowing across his
shaved head, he definitely regretted bringing the Roadster.

"So this is your old man, Neeks?" Asha asked.

"And he's gonna be my old man too? A'ight, I can get wit' tha'."
Asha's accent was mostly British, but Andy could hear hints of her mother's
French accent, as well as what he imagined was probably hints of her late
father's Indian accent. Niko had told him that the Varmas had only moved to the
US a year ago from London, and that Charlotte's late husband had died in one of
the first fatalities to the virus.

"You'll like Andy, Asha," Niko said to her.

"He's the best man I've ever met."

"He's also sitting right here," Andy said with a

soft laugh.

"I wanted to talk to you about this, Niko,"

Charlotte said. "I am very thankful that you did rescue us, but I think it
is rather unbecoming for a woman to share her lover with her daughter, don't
you?"

Andy let out a soft sigh of relief, speaking before Niko

did. "Absolutely. If you would rather, Dr. Varma, I could talk to one of
my friends and see if they might be a better home for your daughter, so you
might avoid that situation."

"Oh. Ah. Oh. Yes, I think you've misunderstood me, Mr.

Rook," Charlotte said, a hint of embarrassment on her face. "I think
my daughter should definitely stay in your company, but I'm not attracted to
white men. Not to be ungrateful, but I was hoping maybe I could be paired up
with your friend Mr. Pak. He's always seemed like a very nice man. Very strong
and muscular." She giggled a little, a sound almost uncharacteristic of a
woman in her early forties. "And gossip is that he is quite well
endowed."

"I can't speak to that part, but I'm sure Phil wouldn't

mind," Niko said. "Andy or I can give him a call in the morning and
arrange it."

"I might have to owe Phil a favor or something,"

Andy said, "but that's okay. He can just put it on my tab. I probably owe
him only a couple hundred at this point."

"Wait," Asha said, just picking up on Andy's

misunderstanding, "what's wrong wit' me that you don't want me?"

It was Andy's turn to blush. "That isn't what I meant

to say."

Niko smirked, reaching back to pat Asha on one of her

thighs. "He's afraid either he's too old for you, or you're too young for
him. I love Andy to death, but he's a little insecure from time to time."

Asha reached one of her hands forward, curving her arm

around the seat to smooth her fingertips along Andy's chest through his shirt.
"I'm old enough to know better, but too young to give a fuck, luv,"
she purred. "In fact, if my mum wasn't in this car, I'd give you a bit of
the ol' road head so I didn't have to wait until I got home."

"Don't let my presence stop you, Asha," Charlotte

said, a warm smile on her lips. "I feel that need in my belly quite
fiercely so I imagine it is rather remarkable in yours, seeing as it affects
younger women more quickly. If you want to go after Andrew right now, I don't
see why not. This community is extremely open about its sexuality."

Asha's eyes widened a little, her deep tan skin darkening

with red, as if she wasn't sure which she was more embarrassed by, being called
out by her mother or backing down in front of her mother. After a moment,
though, it was clear the hunger inside of her won out, as she moved Piper's
unconscious form to sit up, then laid her back down on the seat behind her, as
she started to worm her way between the seats, as Andy slowed the card down,
bringing it to a stop at a local streetlight that had turned red.

"You have to kiss him first, Asha," Niko said to

her. "Otherwise he's not gonna let ya."

"I haven't said I'm going to let her anyway," Andy

said, defensively.

Niko reached over and patted his thigh, a playful smirk on

her lips. "Oh, you are, Andy. I know you too well. And I know Asha. She's
a voracious little slut when she wants to be. And she's gotten jealous from all
the stories I've been telling her when she's been around to visit her
mom."

Before he could reply, Asha turned his head and pressed her

lips against his hungrily. She tasted of cinnamon and spice, as her tongue
insisted on visiting the inside of his mouth before they parted the kiss.
"I'm not sure you want to do this now, Asha," Andy said. "I just
fucked poor Piper back there a little bit ago, and she hasn't bathed in a week.
My cock probably smells of dirty cunt."

Asha smirked at him, sliding her hand down to unbutton his

jeans. "Then your newest teenage fucktoy had better clean i' off for you,
sir," she purred, kissing at his neck. "Eyes on the road, and don't
go too fast now."

Andy thought she was kidding, but as the light turned green,

she stopped and nodded for him to go, even as she was drawing the zipper down.
As soon as he started the Tesla in motion again, Asha's lean fingers reached
into his pants, pulling out his cock, stroking it slowly.

"See, if I do this now, then you can't

reconsider," she said, her fingers moving along his shaft. "You can't
get in your own head about it, you can't be worried if I may be too young, too
wild, too out of control, too feral. So I will get i' out of your head by giving
you the best damn head of your life. It'll be fine." She slipped her head
down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, letting her tongue
slather over it slowly, as a sultry, wanton moan poured from her throat over
his cock.

"No turning back now, hon," Niko purred at him.

"She's gotten a taste of you. She's gonna latch down like a leech until
you give her what she's owed." Her hand brushed along Asha's ponytail,
pushing her head down a bit more. "She's a Rookie, through and
through."

"Oh god," Andy groaned, shaking his head.

"You've got a nickname for yourselves. Next thing you'll be
unionizing."

"We already have, dear," Niko giggled. "We're

Local Amalgamated Cocksuckers, Chapter 69."

Andy rolled his eyes, turning the card at a stop sign,

heading into the section of New Eden that housed his mansion. It was growing
increasingly hard to focus, as Asha bobbed her head in his lap, pushing and
pulling her face along his cock, her tongue lashing over every inch of it as
she hummed, her fingernails sinking into his inner thighs.

"Who is it she reminds me, Charlotte?" Niko asked,

looking back over her shoulder.

"A lot of people say she looks like a younger version

of one of the people who was on Great British Bake Off."

Niko nodded. "That's who it was. How's it going, Andy?

Need me to take the wheel?"

"You, ah, you might have to," he said. "I

don't know how long I can keep my head clear."

Asha popped her head off his cock and turned her brown eyes

up to look at him. "Then don't, daddy," she moaned at him. "Let
me have wha' I want. Let me have that cum in my belly. Claim me. I wanna feel
the best orgasm of my life."

She looked back down and pushed her mouth onto his cock once

more, forcing it as deep as she could into her throat, humming on it, and
finally he just couldn't resist, and fired a load of cum into her mouth. Her
whole body thrashed, but as she pulled her head up and off his cock, she
swallowed that load, laying her head down against his thighs, his softening
cock laying across her nose, as the girl began to murmur "imprinting"
quietly for a few moments before falling still.

Niko helped him ease the car to a stop long enough for him

slide Asha back into the back seat once more, two slumped girls braced against
one another as Charlotte tried to keep them from falling over too much. Then
Andy tucked his cock away, tugged up his jeans and started the vehicle moving
forward once more.

"I appreciate you being understanding about this,

Andy," Charlotte said to him. "I didn't know how to tell Niko that
you weren't my type without risking the chances that you wouldn't try and
extract us from Mr. Covington's household."

"Not gonna lie," Niko said. "I don't enjoy

being lied to, Charlotte. But I still would've tried to get you out even if
you'd told me in advance."

"And I am sorry about that, Niko, but I simply couldn't

risk it. You've met Covington. You can only imagine what kinds of depravity he
would've subjected myself and my daughter to." Charlotte shivered, the
thoughts searing her brain for a moment. "It's extremely unpleasant even
to think about it."

The car reached the gate, and Niko pushed the button to open

make it open. Unlike many of the other homes in New Eden, Andy couldn't stand
the thought of having security on the premises. Even the idea of an automatic
gate wasn't pleasant, but it had come with the home, and he'd wanted to avoid
kicking up a fuss until he was better settled.

As he brought the car up the driveway, he saw Aisling was

sitting on the front porch in her pajamas, a blanket pulled around her, keeping
her warm from the cool November air. Andy brought the car to stop by the front
door, as Niko hopped out and moved over to Ash, giving her a hug.

"Did the good guys win?" Aisling asked.

Niko nodded, holding Ash in the hug for a long moment before

pulling away. "Andy got them out safely. Charlotte's not going to stay
with us, though."

"Oh no!" Aisling said. "Why not?"

"She's not into me," Andy said as he hopped out of

the car, leaving the door open so Charlotte could slide out, leaving the two
unconscious girls in the back seat for the moment. "Had to happen sooner
or later," he chuckled, "and frankly, I'm surprised it took this
long."

"Her loss then," Aisling giggled, moving over to

the car, peering in the back seat at the slumped forms of Piper and Asha.
"Looks like you got two hot young things to add anyway." She cocked
her head to one side, looking at Piper for a second. "Why do I know
her?"

"Imagine her doing a little wiggle dance before she

goes to play volleyball."

Ash narrowed her eyes for a second, then those blues widened

suddenly as she gasped, bringing her fingertips to her lips. "Shut up!
What is even happening!"

Andy popped the trunk and pulled out Charlotte's suitcase,

then Asha's, carrying them into the house before coming back out. "I'm
gonna need a hand hauling them into the house, though."

Ash nodded. "Where are we going to put them? In the

master bedroom?"

Andy shook his head. "We've got plenty of extra

bedrooms upstairs, and Piper was nearly catatonic before I imprinted her, so
the last thing I want is her waking up surrounded by tons of unfamiliar people.
We'll let her have a bedroom to herself, although I think you should probably
give her a shower quick before you put her into a bed."

Niko nodded, helping Aisling pick Piper up. "Good idea.

She really is pretty ripe right now. C'mon Ash, let's go hose her down."
The two women lugged Piper into the house, leaving Andy with Charlotte and
Asha.

"If you can give me a hand, you and your daughter can

crash for the night in one of the spare bedrooms and in the morning, I'll give
Phil a call, and we'll get him over for you to join his family."

Charlotte leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Thank you,

Andy. You and Niko will be good for Asha. Don't judge her too harshly. She's
still young and that means she can tend to be reckless. She'll love you with
all her heart, but she's going to have moments of sadness about her father, so
please be understanding about her mood swings."

"I'll do my best," he told her, as the two moved

to scoop up Asha. She was light enough and small that Andy was able to carry
her on his own.

"That's all anyone can ask."

After getting Charlotte and Asha squared away in one

bedroom, Andy headed in to check on Aisling and Niko, who were sliding Piper
into a bed in one of the bedrooms no one was using. When they'd moved into the
mansion, Andy had told all the girls that if they wanted to claim one of the
bedrooms as their own, they should do so. Ash had insisted she never wanted to
sleep anywhere Andy wasn't, and Niko and Lauren had agreed, although Niko had
converted one of the bedrooms into an office space that all three of the girls
shared. But that still left several bedrooms that were decorated, and Andy
checked four of them before he found them, as they pulled the sheets up over Piper's
unconscious body.

"Everything go okay?" he asked them, as they

headed towards the door.

"Sure, no problem, but she definitely needed to be

hosed off," Niko said. "I'll bring her bag up here so she can get
dressed in the morning."

"Thanks," Andy said, leaning down to give her a

soft kiss. "I'm glad I didn't let you down."

"You couldn't have, even if you'd lost," she said,

heading towards the stairs.

"So how many more people are we expecting, and did you

find a way to get that bitchy ex of yours out of our family?" Aisling said
to him, as they both stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Someone'll be coming by to pick up Erin

tomorrow," Andy said, "and in addition to Sheridan staying here,
there'll be another three getting dropped off tomorrow."

"Oh good," she said, as they headed down the

stairs together. "I like Sheridan. She's feisty, but in a good way. She
was showing me how to stretch out and be more limber. Are you going to imprint
her tonight?"

Andy shook his head. "God no. Piper was in such a state

when we found her that my first load didn't start her imprinting process. It
just didn't take first time, so we had to go again."

Aisling stopped walking. "Wait, what? You mean it

didn't take?"

"I mean I came in her mouth and she pushed me onto the

floor and crawled on top of me and fucked me like I hadn't even given her a
drop. After I pumped a load into her cunt, though, she slumped on top of me and
it seemed to take that time."

"Well, we can't let the girls go too long before getting

imprinted then, if it's going to come to that," she said, starting to walk
again. "Covington's a real prick, isn't he?"

"More than you can even imagine." Andy rubbed his

eyes. "I have to go tell Erin she's leaving in the morning, don't I?"

"It's late, Andy. You can wait until morning, ya git.

Hopefully both she and Sheridan are already asleep in the pool house. Lauren's
already completely passed out in bed. She's got to go in tomorrow to work with
the team. Apparently they're going to try and hold a football game in a month,
which means she needs to be sure the players are all in tip top shape."

They walked down and into the kitchen, where Niko had poured

them each a glass of ice water. It was too late for soda or booze, but Niko
knew he wanted something to calm his nerves. They also found a note from the
staff. "Hope you're not keeping that bitch Erin. She doesn't deserve you.
Love, Nicolette, Katie & Jenny." The three of them had a good laugh
over that as they enjoyed their water. Andy made sure to pocket the note. Half
an hour later, they were crawling into bed next to Lauren.

When Andy awoke the next morning, Lauren had already left

for the day and Niko was up exercising, leaving just Aisling snuggled in
against him, Taylor asleep at the foot of the bed. He did his best to try and
slip out of bed without waking either of them up, but just as he was laying
Ash's arm back down, she stirred. "Oh no, Mr. Rook. No getting up without
me."

"I didn't want to wake you, Ash," Andy said.

"I need to shit, shave and shower, then call Phil to see about him taking
in Charlotte. I don't think he'll complain too much. I seem to remember him
having a thing for French women."

"You've also got to tell you ex to bugger off, and tell

Sheridan she's welcome to stay, see about getting her imprinted."

Andy groaned, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

"I swear to you, never once in my life before this year did I think there
was such a thing as too much sex. You wanna shower with me?"

She grumbled. "No." She raised a hand, a single

finger pointing upwards. "Yes?" She put her hand down and started to
force herself off the bed like she was doing a push up, then suddenly fell back
onto the bed. "No." Just as Andy was about to turn, she rolled off
the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump, then stood up, groggily.
"Yes. Let's shower."

Twenty minutes later, Andy left Aisling drying her hair,

having gotten dressed in a large Doctor Who shirt and a pair of very baggy,
almost Madchester style jeans. He headed downstairs and out into the back,
where he found Niko and Sheridan on the patio by the pool, both in sports bras
and leggings, doing yoga together, although Sheridan was far more bendy than
Niko was.

"Tell her to stop showing off, Andy!" Niko whined

at him, although the smile on her face made it clear she was kidding.

"Sorry about all the chaos yesterday, Sheridan,"

Andy said to her as he moved over to stand in front of her. "So, you're
welcome to stay here if you want to join the family."

She smiled at him, balancing on one foot, her other leg

perpendicular pointing out, doing some weird combination of the splits and
standing like a flamingo. "Of course I want to stay. I chose you, and Niko
couldn't shut up about what a great guy you are, so I'm totes all in. You wanna
do it now or wait until later?" She had an easy, relaxed grace to her, a
sort of Midwestern friendliness mixed with a California hippie laid back vibe.
"You've got quite the dance card ahead of you, so I'm good if you need a
few days, although Neeks says I'll start to feel a gnarly need chewing at me
soon enough."

Andy looked over at Niko and mouthed "Neeks?" to

her, only to see Niko shrug and smile. Then he turned back to Sheridan.
"Well, it looks like you've got a pretty clear head right now, so why
don't we wait and see how all the others who show up today are, make sure
nobody's in a fuck frenzy with their brain unscrewed."

Sheridan raised one of her blonde eyebrows, her frizzy curly

hair mostly bound together in a bun atop of her head. "That's a real
thing?"

Niko couldn't help but giggle. "He got tackled last

night. Pinned down to the ground and forced to just take it until he gave it
up."

The blonde smirked. "Sick. Sounds hella fun. Can I at

least move out of the beach house now? That other chick's on my last damn
nerve."

"Don't worry, she'll be heading out before the day's

over. You're welcome to move your things into the master bedroom or take one of
the empty bedrooms as your own," he said. "The girls converted one
into their studio, and I made one into my own little office, but that leaves
ten others to choose from, although I did put Piper in one, so maybe
nine."

"Seven, actually," Niko said to him as she finally

stopped stretching and moved over to get closer to the two of them. "Piper
and Charlotte are in one, and Lauren decided it wasn't fair of her to always be
waking you up every morning, so she and Taylor are going to take one of the
other bedrooms on nights you don't want them in bed."

"God that sounds cold," Andy grumbled. "I

hope they don't think that,”

Niko shook her head. "Get out of your own head about

it, Andy. They know you're only human and you've only got so much cum to go
around, so nobody's mad, nobody's jealous. They're just thinking practically.
Besides, I got the impression that after Taylor's punishment is over, Lauren's
gonna run her pretty ragged for a while, if you know what I mean. Some lady
lovin' to get caught up on."

"Who's Taylor?" Sheridan asked, finally lowering

her leg, standing back on two feet.

"Another one of my partners," Andy said, "but

she used to be Lauren's ex, and apparently she cheated on Lauren, which led to
them breaking up. All of that happened before the pandemic. But Taylor wanted
to get back with Lauren, so she pushed to get assigned to my household once she
got vaccinated. Lauren agreed, but decided as punishment, she was going to make
Taylor the house bitch for a month."

Sheridan cocked her head as she started to towel off.

"What's that mean?"

"It means she's walking around the house naked except

for a collar on her hands and knees for the month, eating her food out of a
bowl, sleeping at the foot of beds."

The blonde giggled a little. "Remind me not to piss

Lauren off then." She tossed the towel around her neck. "Yeah, I'll
take my own bedroom then, but I'm definitely going to want to sleep in the
middle of the fuck pile every now and again. That sounds hella fun. Ash and
Neeks are both dope, so I can't wait to sleep with endless arms and legs just
folded over me."

"Any time you want," Andy said with a nod. He

stepped in close, leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, tender and welcoming.
"You've got until you're imprinted if you want to change your mind, but
after that, you're stuck with me."

Sheridan wiggled a finger in his direction. "No no,

you're stuck with me, but Neeks can tell you, I'm hella worth the hassle."

"Why do you think you're a hassle?"

"Oh, because I love surprise sex," she said,

rolling up her yoga mat with a playful grin. "One minute, you're gonna be
focused on watching television, or writing your next novel, or eating dinner,
and then suddenly, Bam! You're gonna be hilt deep in my cunt, and you won't
even see it coming. That's when I'm really having fun." She tossed a wink
his way and then moved over to grab her suitcase, heading into the main house.

"You want me to come with you to deal with the

harpy?" Niko said, toweling herself off. "I imagine she's going to be
quite the shrieker."

"Only one way to find out."

The two headed into the pool house to find Erin sitting on a

couch, watching television, although the look on her face seemed to imply that
she wasn't paying much attention to it, more using it as a distraction to keep
her mind busy. As they walked over towards the couch, she turned off the
television and sighed. "Am I really so awful, Andrew?"

"Look, Erin," Andy said. "You don't want me.

You never wanted me. You had this ideal life planned in your head before you
met me, and every time I did something that didn't fit into your predetermined
plan for me, you got angry and yelled at me. And you were always yelling at
me."

"Because you could be doing so much better for

yourself, Andrew, don't you see that?"

"Erin. Look. Look. I'm happy with my life the way it

is. I've gotten very lucky in all of this, getting partnered up with amazing,
extraordinary women who love me for me, for who I am and how I behave, not how
they think I should behave. Sometimes I'm in charge and sometimes they are, but
not once have they ever told me to quit writing. Not once have they ever told
me that I shouldn't do what I want with my life. Not once have they ever lied
to me and expected me to just mystically know they were lying and to call them
on it."

"Andrew, listen,”

"No, Erin, you listen. You want something else. You

want someone else. In less than a day here, you've managed to piss off Aisling,
Lauren and Niko, as well as the staff, all of whom I like a whole hell of a lot
better than you."

"They're just the hired help, Andy. Their opinions

don't matter."

He snapped his fingers, pointing at it. "That, right

there, that's it in a nutshell. You think you're better than everybody else,
and I can't fucking stand that. I come from blue collar roots too, Erin, and
when I found out this home came with a staff, I was so upset about it, because
I didn't want anyone having to scrape and grovel on my behalf. I don't need any
fucking toadies in my life, whereas you want everyone to toady up to you. The
staff likes being submissive to me, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around
that, but that doesn't mean I'm going to treat them like they're subhuman. So I
went out of my way to make sure they're completely happy here, that they're
getting what they want out of this and not what they don't. You, on the other
hand. Since you've gotten here, have you given one thought to anyone's happiness
except your own?"

"Other people's happiness isn't my concern,

Andrew."

"See, that's exactly why nobody likes you, bitch,"

Niko said to her. "You can't even put Andy's happiness over yours! You
just assumed that he was going to do whatever you told him to."

"Niko," he said with a soft smile, "I got

this." He turned his attention back to Erin. "You are not going to be
a part of this family. You are not welcome in this house until you've gotten
yourself partnered up with someone else, which shouldn't be a problem, because
someone's going to be picking you up today, and you're going to be partnered
with
them."             

"You are not just shoving me aside like some cheap

floozy, Andrew, because you can't handle a strong woman!"

Andy laughed. "Oh, I can handle a strong woman. I've

got a whole houseful of them. What I can't handle is someone who puts their own
happiness over the happiness of the household. That isn't going to fly here.
And besides, you're going to be much happier with this other guy."

"I will have what I want, Andrew, and I want you."

"No, Erin. You don't. You want wealth. You want power.

You want status. That's why I know you're going to be much happier with the
other guy." This was probably how Andrew should've started the
conversation off, but he'd wanted Erin to stew a bit in her self pity before
giving her the carrot. "You're going to be partnered up with Nathaniel
Watkins."

At that, her ears perked up, and her facial expression

changed in a moment. "Sir Nathaniel Watkins? The billionaire tech
investor?"

"The one and the same. I saw him last night, and we

arranged to make an exchange of sorts, and you will be joining his household,
and someone whom he'd been paired up with will be joining mine instead. He
should be here sometime today to make the exchange."

Erin looked down at her hands, considering her expensively

manicured nails, before looking up at him. "I really don't make you happy,
Andrew? Did I ever?" For a moment, she actually looked fragile, as if the
thought of leaving him genuinely hurt her. Andy suspected it was more her being
bothered at failed at something, at her inability to just demand that things go
her way and then them falling into place. Erin had never been good at taking no
from anyone or anything.

"Erin, you and I want completely different things in

life. Neither of us knew that about each other when we first hooked up, but the
longer we were together, the more miserable I became. I was happy. At first.
Briefly. But that was fleeting, as we both dropped our masks and stopped
pretending we were people other than who we really were." He sighed,
reaching over, patting his hand atop of hers. "And you genuinely didn't
like my writing. That's a dealbreaker. That was always going to be a
dealbreaker."

She sniffed a little, trying to stifle back a tear.

"I'm sorry, Andrew, I just don't like fantasy."

"And that's fine, Erin. It really is. But it's why we

were never going to work. C'mon, get your things together, and we can go wait
out front of Mr. Watkins to arrive."

"I suppose there are worse things in life than being

married to someone on the Forbes Top 100 Wealthiest Individuals list," she
said, as she slid her hands out from under his and started to gather up her
things.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of them had been joined by

Aisling on the front porch, where they waited for the cars to show up. The
first vehicle to arrive was an oversized yellow H3 Humvee, driving up the
driveway like a tank. Andy didn't know what anyone drove, so he wasn't sure
exactly who it was until the vehicle got close enough for him to read the
plates. BIGVIK. Ah, Vikovic had arrived first, but he still didn't know who the
man was ferrying to his house. Other than Charlotte and her daughter, Andy
didn't know who had been originally assigned to whom.

The vehicle stopped in front of the house, and Andy rose

from the little couch he'd been sitting in with Niko and Ash, as the driver's
side door opened, and Gregor Vikovic stepped out. "This was hardest loss
of my life, Rook," he said, "but I suppose this may have worked out
for best. She would've been so unhappy if she'd found out you were here and not
with her. Apparently she's a fan of yours." Vikovic walked around the
vehicle and opened the passenger door, and Sarah Washington practically bolted
out of the car at him.

She was even more lovely in person, almost half a foot

taller than he was, her red locks partially braided and wrapped around her
head, the rest hanging over her shoulders. She had a girl next door vibe to
her, although he'd always imagined her height must have driven more skittish
guys away. She had a loose button up green blouse on, as well as a flowing
billowy jade skirt, deep blue eyes intently focused on him, as she charged at
him, wrapping her arms around Andy, sliding one hand along the back of his head
and she pressed her lips against his in a warm, affectionate kiss.

It was quite difficult than how any of the other girls had

kissed him on their first time. With each of them, he'd felt lust, hunger, a
sort of uncontrollable wanton need burning in the kiss, but here, this was, he
couldn't place his finger on it, but it was almost like his first kiss back in
high school, that moment when he'd wanted to confess to Samantha Davis his
eternal love for her. That was it, he realized. This wasn't a kiss of lust.
This was one of love. The realization surprised the hell out of him.

"Oh my god, you're totally, really you," she said

as she broke the kiss.

"Of course it's her," Erin groaned, rolling her

green eyes.

"I am, absolutely me," Andy said, intending to say

more, but Sarah kissed him again, her body pressed against his, her arms
holding him close, like she was afraid he might slip out of her grasp if she
gave him even an inch. When the kiss finally broke, she leaned down to bury her
face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life, even as he could feel she was
crying. "Are you okay?"

"I am never going to be more fucking okay than I am

right here, right now," she said, sniffling a little bit. "Can you
just hold me for a bit? So I know this is real and not some sort of fucked up
fever dream from the vaccine?"

"Sure?" Andy said.

Vikovic had unloaded four large suitcases from the back of

the hummer, setting them on the porch, before he reached forward and peeled one
of Andy's hands off Sarah's back, so he could shake it. "I vill not repeat
this, Andrew, but it felt damn good watching someone kick Covington in the
teeth for once. Dasvidanya, comrade."

With that Gregor got back into the humvee, starting to head

back down the driveway as a stretch limo began to drive up it.

It was at least a minute before Andy got the nerve up to

speak again. "You want to tell me what's going on?" he said to Sarah.

She giggled girlishly, shaking her head a bit, her face not

leaving its spot, buried in his neck. "Nope. Not fucking yet. Too fucking
happy."

"Well, you're happy, so that's a good start at

least," Andy said.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Niko asked.

"Hush up, Niko," he scolded with a grin.

The limo pulled up to rest in front of the house, and the

limo driver hopped out, moving around the vehicle, heading towards the back.
Andy sort of suspected who this way, but as soon the back door opened, his
suspicions were confirmed and Sir Nathaniel Watkins stepped out of the back.

"Hey, Andy," Watkins said. "I'm here to honor

our deal."

"Yummy," Erin said quietly, although not so quiet

that Andy couldn't hear her, even with Sarah still pressed up against his body.

"Omigod, Sares?!" the voice of Emily Stevens said

as she hopped out of the limo, rushing over towards them.

That was the point when Sarah let go of him.

To be continued in part 8, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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