The Proxy Ch 05

It's been a long time since I posted (almost 2 years). I decided to really treat this book like a real book. While not as popular as my Infection stories, I really like this story. I'm hoping to really stay consistent with posting this one. So here's Chapter 5 where we meet our second POV character: Jeremiah.

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JEREMIAH

Jeremiah Steineld sprawled out in the back seat of the limousine, the top button of his dress uniform's jacket undone as he looked out the window. The airport sped away as the car turned on to the highway. In the distance, he could see the city, a shining beacon of his family's status and influence. He frowned and turned away from it.

"You know, I almost missed it," he said.

"How could you not?" the man seated across from him, already drinking his second glass of whiskey, said. The eldest son of one of his father's vassal lords, Simon Bornholt had warded with the Steinelds for as long as Jeremiah could remember.

"I heard my father has made plans for another factory," Jeremiah said.

"It's true," Simon said, adjusting his own uniform collar. Where Jeremiah wore the black uniform of the Special Services, Simon wore the gray of the Reserves. "The people are very happy about it."

"They always are," Jeremiah said. He thought about the people. Another factory to fuel the endless wars of the Union. He sighed tapping the window with his knuckle.

"There's talk that your father may be moved up to the Third Seat before the harvest," Simon said before taking another long drink. Jeremiah sighed again. Moving up a seat in the Davaraugh, the highest council of the government of the Union, was an impressive enough feat but the Steinelds had long held the Fifth Seat. To leapfrog the Baincrofts and displace the Krugs would be notable if not extraordinary. His father had obviously been busy in his absence. Jeremiah wondered how much his hero son had helped in his machinations. Simon continued, "Your father would be the third most powerful man in the Union."

"I understand what the Third Seat means," Jeremiah said. Simon chuckled nervously. Jeremiah wondered how long his old friend had been his "father's man."

"You've missed quite a lot since you've been gone," Simon said, launching into the latest pieces of court drama. It was all dribble to Jeremiah. How could this be important when men and women were dying for no good reason. He tried to think of the last time he had actually been home. It was probably his brother's wedding. Had it been that long? A year. Maybe longer.

"How is my brother and his new bride...Lauren?"

"Lara Greenweld from the Harvest Downs," Simon said. "Little more than a farmer's daughter but Derek was very fond of her from his time in the Downs. I was getting to that."

Jeremiah had forgotten his brother's time warding in the Downs with Lord Buroney, Simon leaned forward.

"Their coupling hasn't been as fruitful as your father had hoped," Simon said. "That's why he brought on a new proxy."

"A new proxy?"

"Yes, Eva," Simon said, grinning. "Kind of short with a great body and just amazing legs. An ass to die for. Exotic. Dark eyes. I think she's definitely got some Northern Islander in her."

"I see," Jeremiah said. "I can't wait to meet her."

"I have a surprise for you."

"What's that?"

"I reserved some time for you at the covent house."

"Really? What makes you think I'd be interested in that?"

Simon opened his mouth but no sound came out. He looked like a fish. Jeremiah smiled crookedly.

"I just figured you need a release before seeing your father," Simon said. "Especially after being alone on the frontier."

"Yes, alone," he aid, looking out the window again. "Who did you reserve?"

"Tasha and Kienna," he said, smiling. "You remember Tasha, she's the well endowed brunette?"

"I remember her," Jeremiah said, smirking. "What about Kienna?"

"Reminded me of Eva," Simon said with a smirk. "Got some Northern Islander her."

"Hmmm, could be interesting," Jeremiah said. The car moved through the traffic as the sun began to set. Jeremiah wondered when his father was expecting him home. Not that it mattered, he could already feel his father's disappointment from here.

The driver took them down the highway and off the exit. Jeremiah vaguely recognized the route as they passed through a checkpoint into a walled-off neighborhood of large manses, many of them owned by some of his father's most powerful followers in the city. The driver drove up the main thoroughfare and around a hill to a large complex. A huge building loomed in the middle, a massive mansion surrounded by a high wall and guarded gate. The driver spoke to the guards who waved them through, saluting them as they passed. Jeremiah's eyes went up to the mansion. He tried to remember the last time he'd been here.

A massive stately building, the convent house was brightly lit up showing off the brick facade of the mansion behind tall marble pillars. Dozens of windows looked down at the courtyard as they drove through. The huge wings of the mansion disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the night. Armed guards, carbines slung over their shoulders, walked the grounds and spoke to the drivers waiting by the dark sedans and limos that lined the circular driveway. The driver opened the door after they stopped and a servant led them through the front door.

"Lord Jeremiah, welcome," Madam Hester said as he stepped into the foyer of the main room of the convent house. An older but still attractive woman in her late fifties with white blonde hair and blue eyes smiled broadly as she bowed. Dressed in a dark green cocktail dress and matching heels that showed off her shapely legs.

"Madam Hester," Jeremiah said as he embraced her warmly. She was almost a friend to him. He had spent many a night in the convent house as a guest before he had been assigned to the Southern Frontier. She motioned for them to follow her to the main room, a sprawling room in the center of the mansion.

The main room was busy, filled with men with money trying to impress the convent girls slinking around the room. Girls that could've been proxies but didn't quite make it or had been proxies cast off for any number of reasons. Such as a family losing a seat in the Davaraugh. No one in the room gave him a second glance, they were too involved in other things. Girls on their laps giggling and whispering in their ears with promises of the night of their lives. Jeremiah was actually glad for this.

Three girls were waiting for them in a booth, dressed sharply in short skirted cocktail dresses. Tasha smiled, her huge chest pushing against her tight dress as she greeted them. The girl to her right was prettier but in a different way. Bronze skinned with dark, subtly almond shaped eyes, the girl's black hair hanging in long waves over her bare shoulder. She smiled almost shyly at Jeremiah. He smiled back as he wedged himself into the booth between the two women, Tasha's hand already on his knee.

"My lord," she said.

"My lord," Kienna squeaked. The third girl, a cute blonde in curls that he knew was for Simon. It amazed him how little his friend's tastes had changed. A waitress in a revealing outfit that barely covered her body came over with a bottle of champagne, courtesy of Madam Hester. Jeremiah was sure there was no courtesy in it, rather the wine was included in the price that Simon was paying for the night.

Simon smiled at Jeremiah as he blathered on. The girls all laughed when they were supposed to laugh and swooned when they were supposed to swoon. Kienna leaned over to Jeremiah, whispering in his ear.

"You are so quiet, my lord. Do I not please you?"

He chuckled. Why were they trained to talk that way? He looked at her and for a moment she seemed genuinely concerned for his well being. He smiled at her, running a rough knuckle down her cheek. She smiled back and he swore she blushed a little at his touch. Tasha laughed at something Simon said then took a long swig of champagne. His fingers danced up her leg and she repositioned herself so he could practically feel her warmth. He had been with her before and knew how to make her sing. And she knew it.

"If you'll excuse us, Shana had something she wanted to discuss with me in private," Simon said. Jeremiah shook his head as his friend took one more swig of his drink before leaving with the girl with blonde curls.

"He's always here for Shana," Tasha said. "I think she thinks that he's going to take her on as a proxy."

"Where is she from?"

"She was an orphan from the Baronies," Tasha said. Jeremiah poured Kienna another drink as Tasha spoke. "She was part of some special training program. She talks about it all the time. She was trained to be a convent house girl. Not quite a proxy but not a common factory or brothel girl either. Kind of like our Kienna here."

"You didn't attend the convent?" Jeremiah asked Kienna. She meekly shook her head.

"No, she didn't," Tasha said, tapping her glass with her finger. Jeremiah obliged. "As I said, a special program at a special school where they were trained in our ways but instead of winding up as proxies, they wound up at convent houses. Shana showed promise and was presented as a gift to Mistress Hester."

"Let me guess, my father had something to do with it," Jeremiah said with a frown. Tasha nodded.

"She reminded him of one of his proxies," Tasha said.. "Leah? I think. Anyway, he thought some of his vassal lords would enjoy her services."

"She doesn't realize that Simon will never take her as a proxy?"

"She believes he will," Kienna said.

"A fantasy of too many girls," Tasha said. "Factory girls dream of being brothel girls. Brothel girls dream of being convent girls, convent girls dream of being a proxy, proxies dream of being ladies and ladies dream of being free, yet here we all are, as free as we are allowed to be."

A silence fell over the table. Tasha smiled sadly. Kienna said nothing, looking away from both of them.

"I'm not being a very good hostess, am I?"

"I appreciate the honesty," Jeremiah confessed. "I"m afraid it's a rare commodity these days."

"I am here for your entertainment, my lord," Tasha said, a bright smile lighting her face, though he could still see the shadows of sadness in her eyes.

"Should we take this party somewhere more private?" Kienna asked, slinking out of the booth. Jeremiah nodded.

"Sounds like a terrific idea," he said. Kienna took his hand and Tasha followed as they made their way to an elevator in the back of the main room. The doors had barely closed before Tasha's mouth was on his and Kienna's was on his neck, her hands roaming his body. He shuddered trying not to think of the last time he was touched like this.

Kienna's room was on the third floor. She opened the door, laughing breathily as she clumsily unlocked it. The room was the size of a small hotel suite. Well appointed with a large bed, small dressers and a few chairs, the two women told him to make himself comfortable while they went to freshen up.

A small liquor cabinet in the corner of the room caught his eye. He carefully removed his jacket, hanging it on a peg in the corner and made himself a drink. He wanted the room as he drank. There was a careful line between fantasy and reality. It was decorated with a beach theme of shells and a few paintings of sweeping beachfront views that hinted at sentimentality. The girl missed her home and held on to her memories of it. She likely found the temperature too cold for her liking. He wondered what had brought her here in the first place. She had a somewhat exotic look compared to the paler girls like Tasha. But still she was luckier than most.

She could be some factory girls, destined to assemble parts or mix ingredients while being forced to service their managers whenever they liked. He supposed this life was easier, however she got here.

"My lord," a voice called from behind him. He turned. The two women were undressed now except for matching black bras, panties and silk garter braces wrapped about their thighs. They were embracing one another, Tasha nuzzling the taller Kienna's neck. "We slipped into something a little more comfortable. We didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't," he said as he stepped forward, kissing Kienna on the lips as Tasha snuggled in behind her, rubbing across the other woman's tummy, teasing at the edge of Kienna's panties. Kienna gasped as Jeremiah reached around to grab her ass. He leaned past Kienna to kiss Tasha as Kienna suckled his neck. Her hands worked at his pants, undoing his belt and zipper, freeing his hardening cock. She looked down at it with a hungry smile as she stroked it. Licking her lips, Kienna dropped to her knees and kissed the head. Jeremiah couldn't help but shudder.

Tasha kissed him, pushing on the back of Kienna's head so she took more of his cock into her soft, wet mouth. Tasha's brown eyes looked into Jeremiah's. "Does she please you, my lord?"

"Don't stop," he said as Tasha pushed Kienna's head up and down on his cock. She slurped as she bobbed up and down, her hands rubbing his balls as she sucked. Jeremiah reached down, sliding his hand into Tasha's panties, his finger rubbing her clit. She gasped as they kissed. Tasha pulled back, stepped back and dropped to her knees. Kienna slurped then pulled his cock out of her mouth and guided it into Tasha's mouth. The two women alternated sucking on his cock, slurping and licking. Kienna took as much as she could, followed by a loud GLUCK as she did so. She looked up at him, her dark eyes staring as she choked on his cock. Leaning back, she looked over to Tasha.

"Face fuck us," Tasha said, standing along with Kienna she led Jeremiah over to the bed. Both women kissed one another, removing their bras and tweaking one another's nipples. Kienna gasped and looked down at Jeremiah's cock.

"I need that in my mouth," she said, lying down on the bed on her stomach. Jeremiah walked over, his cock waggling in her face. "What are you waiting for? Fuck my face."

He slid the cock into her mouth, moving slowly in and out. She gasped as he moved faster and faster. Tasha settled down next to her and opened her mouth.

"I want some," she said. Jeremiah pulled his cock out of Kienna's mouth and shoved it into Tasha's mouth. As Jeremiah slowly fucked her face, Kienna looked up at him. He smiled.

"Stick your tongue in her ass."

"Whatever you want, my lord," Kienna said, moving down and spreading apart the other girls ass, burying her face to do as Jeremiah bid. Tasha gasped and Jeremiah moved faster in and out of her mouth. He pulled it out and a string of her saliva trailed out. Tasha gasped and panted as the other girl worked her ass. Jeremiah slid his cock back into her mouth, his balls slapping her chin.Tasha grunted and groaned.

Kienna crawled back up, opening her mouth for Jeremiah, who alternated between the two mouths. Spit and drool covered their chins. He pulled out and pushed Kienna on to her back, sliding his cock into her pussy. She gasped. As he fucked her, Tasha kissed her, tweaking her nipples. Kienna gasped and moaned. Jeremiah thrust all the way in, burying the root so to speak, and Kienna cried out. He reached over with one arm and pulled Tasha so she was on top of Kienna. He pulled his cock out of her and slid it from behind into Tasha. She yelped with pleasure as he fucked her hard.

Kienna played with Tasha's massive tits while she rubbed her own clit, breathing heavily as she nuzzled at Tasha's neck. Jeremiah groaned as his cock pounded Tasha's wet pussy. The girl always knew how to fuck. He pulled out again and looked down at them.

"On all fours both of you."

"What...what are you going to do?" Kienna asked, her eyes far away with pleasure.

"I want to fuck that sweet ass."

"My lord," she said, though Jeremiah couldn't be sure if she was addressing him or making an exclamation.

Tasha was already on all fours waiting for him and he slid into her ass, smacking it as he did. Kienna moved next to her, her smaller, tighter ass in the air. He smiled as he looked at it. Tasha squealed with pleasure in between sharp intakes of air as he pounded her ass. Kienna bit her bottom lip, waiting. He didn't make her wait long.

Her ass was tight and she gasped loudly, wincing as he slid his big cock into her ass. He wondered if he should've used lube first. It didn't matter, her ass felt good on his cock as he moved it in and out. Tasha watched with hungry eyes before finally saying something.

"I need to ride that cock."

"Good," Jeremiah said, pulling out of Kienna's ass. He wasn't done with it, but he decided to indulge Tasha. She was very good on top. He leaned back and Tasha took a hold of his cock.

"I've missed this so much," she said, putting it in her mouth and slathering it up with her spit. Kienna watched raptly as Tasha straddled Jeremiah and slid on his cock. Waves of pleasure filled Jeremiah as the girl moved up and down on it, her wet pussy sliding with ease. She squealed as she set a hand on his powerful chest to balance herself. Her tits flopped as she moved and her brown hair cascaded around her face. He was sure that she was cumming at that exact moment. He felt on edge as if he were ready to release as well when his hungry eyes moved to Kienna. The younger girl was watching in awe as Tasha rode him. He smiled at her.

"I want your ass," he said. She winced but moved to all fours. He shook his head. "No, on my cock."

Her eyes widened as Tasha dismounted and his cock waggled, gleaming with Tasha's juices. She gulped and Tasha helped her. Jeremiah swore that his cock only made it halfway into her ass as she cried out, but gravity took over and it slid all the way in. Jeremiah held the girl up, pushing her legs into the air as he savagely fucked her ass. She squealed and screamed with pleasure as Tasha watched, rubbing her own pussy. Jeremiah felt his balls tighten and he pushed her down, face deep into the sheets. Her hands gripped desperately at the sheets and she screamed into them. He thrust powerfully and grunted as he filled her ass with his cum. He pulled out and it leaked down.

Tasha was on it, sucking and licking the other girl's asshole then moving to share the cum with her. Breathless but turned on, she kissed Tasha, exchanging Jeremiah's cum back and forth before collapsing into a heap. The girls excused themselves and washed up, returning in short, lacy gowns and laying on either side of him. Tasha sighed.

"I have missed you, my lord,"

Kienna said nothing, but nuzzled against him. He had a feeling that he had hurt the girl but it was not intentional. He would leave her something extra and perhaps send her a small token of appreciation. The two girls said nothing else and he lay there for what felt like a long time. His eyes were half shut when he heard the bell ring. A door that wasn't a door opened and two men walked in. He recognized one right away and let out a heaving sigh.

One was a man he did not know, a representative of the convent house he was sure, the other sent a chill down his spine as he said, "My lord."

Gerrit Killian fixed things for his father for as long as he could remember. He knew little more about the man beyond that. A tall, slender man with an athletic build, he wore a dark suit and shirt with no tie. His brown hair was cut short and thinning, but beyond that it was hard to determine his age. He said nothing, dark eyes flicking from one girl to the other then to Jeremiah's uniform neatly stacked on a chair in the corner of the room.

"My lord," he said. "Your father awaits your arrival."

"So like a good little hound, you set out to flush me out?" Jeremiah asked, standing up naked. Neither of the men seemed affected by the move.

"I do as my lord asks," Killian said.