Epiphanies Ch 01 02

EPIPHANIES

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Chapter 1

(No actual sex yet, just introductions of some characters. I hope you like them. I've long since lost control of the narrative to these crazy people)

I hate how these stories always start with measurements. Fuck that shit. Imagine me as you will except for the basics: a fairly fit mid-twenties white guy with some sexy scars--courtesy of ISIS--if you're into that sort of thing.

Anyway my name is Dave. You might say I was a good catch (good job in line to inherit the company and see above) if you like perverted sick bastards with a U-Haul full of baggage.

Enough about me. It was a dark and stormy night--just kidding. It was early evening on a bright spring day, the sun playing hide and seek behind the skyscrapers of downtown, when I pulled Betsy up past the three police cruisers, portable sign truck and wrecked limo jammed into the crumple barrier of the off ramp of the freeway. No ambulances in sight. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"Shit, what a mess." That was Mickey, one of our mechanics, who was in the front passenger seat.

"Yeah, poor Emily." Before you get all huffy about naming vehicles after women Betsy is named after my little sister and Emily is named after my newest half sister. And yeah there's a car named after me--sorta. It has front plate that says "Junior" to distinguish it from a stretch named Big Dave, what you might call our flagship. I had absolutely adamantly refused to let them put a plate saying "Little Dave" on it.

But I digress.

"You handle the car," I said. "I'll deal with the cops and the fare."

"Got it." We both climbed out phones in hand.

A Statie corporal approached me. "You Donelli?"

"You sound like the one who called me." His name tag read WINDSONG. "Where's Mike?"

"Your driver is on his way to Jefferson. The kids in the back called 9-1-1 and tried to render aid. He had a pulse so they had sense not to try CPR." He had pen and notebook in hand so he gestured with his lips of all things to the six of them standing off the side of the road. He didn't look much like a Native American but you never know. "Probably a stroke but maybe something else, I'm no doctor."

"They're all okay?" I looked the kids over--or I should say young adults. Most high school seniors would be eighteen by Prom Night--or close as never mind. One power couple stood out, a cute little brunette in slinky green dress and a golden choker with matching bands around her wrists and ankles. She was backed up against a big blond fellow in an obviously rented tux. His big arms were wrapped around her. The other two couples practically had holographic "ENTOURAGE" signs flashing over their heads.

"Yeah. A little reticent because they're afraid we'll call their parents and that would be the end of their big night."

"I'll deal with that. You'll note I brought a replacement vehicle."

"Next of kin Bill?" Right then a city cop walked up. This was a woman with red curly hair and freckles. "Out in Monco, we can call the locals and ask for a car to go to his address."

I held up my phone. "I have them in my contacts."

Without asking permission I tapped the call button and spoke to Mike's wife. It wasn't the most pleasant chore but hey, better she heard it from me than some cop. If you've ever been a boss who had to give out tragic news, you could guess how things went. It took a bit of time so I looked over the lady cop. Maybe my age, hard to tell about anything under that frumpy blue shirt and ballistic vest. Her name tag read "Windsong." Shit.

She looked back at me with cynical cop eyes. They were green.

"Do you all need anything from me? Did you find the waybill in the car?" I pulled out a business card and held it up. "I can shoot you an electronic copy Monday if you need."

"We found it" Bill the Statie said. He reached for the card. "Julia?"

"You guys got here first," she smirked. "The paperwork is all yours."

"As apropos to nothing," I said as I pulled out a second card, "we always give deep discounts to vets and emergency service people."

"Veterinarians?" Julia asked as she waved me off.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Julia..."

"Don't mansplain me Tonto. I know what a vet is. It was a joke. Jeez... Little league tomorrow, you know I got the duty, don't be late." She stalked off.

Bill looked pissed.

"Hey man," I said. "Your wife--"

"Ex."

"--is clearly none of my business but I do feel for you."

I looked over to see how Mickie was doing. The mechanic was standing on top of Emily taking pictures down at the collision point. "You got everything covered?"

"Insurance is sending a tow, I'll get an Uber either here or from the collision place if I can ride along in the tow."

"Receipts, receipts, receipts!"

"Yeah I know boss."

I walked over to the promsters. "Hi, I'm Dave, your new driver. If you would make your way carefully to the new car, we'll get you to your prom just a little late."

Little green dress asked "How is the other dri--Mike?"

"Thank you for asking." I smiled. "He's being take care of and his family is on their way to the hospital. And thank you all for helping him in his moment of need."

It developed that the debris and rotting asphalt made walking in heals difficult for the young ladies. The big blond guy simply picked up his date and carried her. Real romance cover stuff. The other males copied his cool move. I rushed ahead and got the Betsy's door open. They piled in. I may be a cynical asshole but I'm thorough. I lowered the barrier and checked in with my passengers, projecting all the "I got this" vibe I could and especially making sure they hadn't left anything in the other car. Then I tried to pull out into traffic.

Fuck me running. In traffic like this you roll the dice to see how long before somebody gives you the courtesy. In this city at rush hour, especially on a Friday, that can be right away or never. Guess which one I had rolled. Then I heard the "make way!" fog horn bark of a cop car. A city car bulled its nose into traffic and stopped, giving me the break I needed. I pulled out.

We got to the venue with relatively little trouble. When the young ones piled out and headed into their prom I did a quick check of the passenger compartment. No burning joints in the seat cushions or whatever. I went in and took a piss then got back in the car to chill. We were booked to take them to their party cabin after the prom where, no doubt, hi-jinks would occur. But that's where my responsibility ended and I would be free to get on with my weekend.

I know what you're thinking. This is an erotic story and... Sorry to disappoint but that ain't what happened at all. It was way better.

So I'm relaxing in the front of the car because mixing with the other drivers would be awkward seeing as some of them worked for me. When I was a fobbit lieutenant in the sandbox that would be called fraternizing and it's a hard lesson learned. I had my earbuds turned up past the safety warning trying to blast away images of explosions and screaming in the night when there was a tapping on the window right next to my head.

It was little green dress. She was crying.

Chapter 2

(maybe some sex if you're good)

When I rolled down the window she said "I need to get in the back, please unlock."

Behind her I saw her massive boyfriend in hot pursuit so I pushed the door open and got out. Stepping towards him I said "Hold on there chief."

He stopped and we sized each other up. He could probably pulp me if it came down to just brute force but that probably wouldn't happen because one, I had experience and two, he was conflicted. Somehow I had registered as an authority figure in his head. He looked past me, his face pleading. "Megan?"

"Go away!" That was from close behind me.

Now I was conflicted. Half of me wanted muscles to give up so I could get a peak under that little green dress. The other half of me wanted...

Shit. What did I want?

It wasn't altruism. I'm no fucking white knight. I swear I don't have an altruist bone in my body. Honest.

That other half of my brain was screaming there was something bigger here, something far more than a dirty little fuck in the back of a limo. Something feeding something deeper. So I channeled one of my college exes, the psych major and aspiring sexologist, and said. "I see there's some big issue here, how about I open up the back and we all sit and talk?"

Without waiting for a response I clicked the button on my fob and opened the door. They climbed in and I started following. The big guy said "can we get some privacy?"

"Nope." I climbed in anyway. "Don't want blood on the upholstery."

"I'm not gonna hit her!"

"Didn't think you would." I lied but that was only number three on my list of things that could result in blood. Her hitting him was number one. A busted hymen was number two. None of these was mutually exclusive. You think I'm kidding? Ask any cop. But it really wasn't as big a deal as I let on. Blood wasn't the worst thing we ever cleaned out of one of our cars. And we charge a decent cleaning fee. "You really really don't want a cleaning surcharge."

Despite whatever the issue was they fell naturally into their customary couple seating at the far back. She even started to tuck her feet up.

"Poking a hole with those heals will cost you even more." I'm a shameless bastard. I'm not a foot fetishist but pretty feet are even sexier bare. Your mileage may vary. She hurriedly took off her black strappy sandals. She had a lovely French pedicure.

As I sat opposite I not so surreptitiously arranged my package so it wouldn't bind. I know she looked and I knew her boyfriend noticed she noticed by the way he scowled down on her. I put on my resting job performance review face and said "So... What's up?"

Megan said "Tom couldn't keep his eyes of Nissa's boobs."

"So?" I asked. I looked at Tom. "Tell me about Nissa's boobs."

"They're huge," he said. "And her dress was cut so low we all kept watching to see if they'd flop out."

"Did they?"

"No..." A touch of disappointment there.

"Who else was watching?"

"Everyone!" Megan said.

"Were you?"

"Um... yes, but I wasn't enjoying it!"

"You weren't?"

"Not in that way." Blip on my fib detector. Good.

"If you were both watching the same scene in a movie, would it be okay?"

"That's different!" again Megan.

"How?"

"It's a movie!"

I made a circular motion with a finger. "Anyway, I bet there's a bigger story to this."

"Jimmy kept calling her a fire hazard because of all the paper stuffed in her bra." Tom said. "I guess she wanted to show him... and everyone."

"Good for her," I said.

Megan said "If Jimmy had asked anyone on the squad we'd have told him they were real."

"Jimmy is a bit... disconnected." Tom said.

"Mouth disconnected from his brain?"

"Yes," Megan said. "But I don't think he would have stopped teasing her even so."

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "He's got a thing for her but she's with Brian."

I shook my head. "It's one teen movie trope after another...."

They both looked offended. They were obviously genre savvy but who isn't these days?

"Tropes are tropes because people react in predictable ways to predictable situations." I continued. "It's not a bad thing or a good thing but it is a thing. Anyway, what's the harm of your partner checking someone out?"

"It's disrespectful!" From, you guessed it, Megan. She cupped her breasts. I have no idea what cup, so you boob metric obsessed idiots can go fuck yourselves. They were nice sized, imagine them to your taste. "My boobs should be enough for him."

"As disrespectful as checking out another guy's package?" Tom's voice had real ice in it?

Megan looked up at him, oh shit I fucked up fear in her eyes. Again good.

"Fuck," I said. "Hey Tom! Your girlfriend checked out my package! I checked out her pretty feet before and her tits just now! You're no slouch yourself, if I swung that way I'd be checking you out too! SO! FUCKING! WHAT!"

Silence.

"You really think they're pretty?" Megan asked.

Both of us guys looked at her, then at each other, and we laughed.

Megan was decidedly not happy about that. Tom again demonstrated his good instincts by grabbing her ankle lifting it far enough so he could bend over and kiss her instep. Megan's squawk turned into a giggle. "You bastard."

I got a nice flash of black lace trimmed green panties.

Tom chuckled. "You loved it."

They cuddled. Megan looked at me. "Can we have some privacy?"

"Nope." They both glared at me.

"You two want to make out, that's fine with me." I said. "But I have a better suggestion."

"I can guess," Megan said.

Tom didn't say anything but his hands were now fists.

"If you thought I was going ask for a threesome you're wrong." Not yet anyway. "I'm much more wicked than that."

Curiosity is a wonderful hook. They were both looking at me.

"Hear me out. Megan should take off those pretty panties and leave them here in the car. Right where your friends will see it when they get back in. Tom, you should bring her off so she has that nice post orgasmic walk."

"Megan, you should let your inner exhibitionist out to play by going down on Tom while I watch."

"I'm not an exhibitionist!"

"You're a cheerleader and your outfit screams 'I'm a sexy slave girl.'"

Tom grinned. "He's got you there."

Megan had actually started to reach under her skirt when I said "But wait! There's more!"

They looked at me. By the gleam in their eyes I knew I had them hooked.

"You both should go back to the prom and dance your asses off. Don't just ogle your classmates, flirt with them outrageously like you're possessed. Then, go to your orgy cabin where Megan will surrender to you Tom her pearl of great price as she had originally planned."

"How did you know?"

"Tropes baby. Tropes." I said. "Go ahead and adjust yourself Tom, that looks uncomfortable."

Tom started to lift his ass but Megan reached over, unzipped him, fished his cock out and engulfed it lickity split.

"Panties?" I reminded.

Megan brought her pretty feet all the way across to touch her toes to the window by Tom's shoulder. Cheerleaders man. She wiggled her butt. Tom reached in and extracted her lacy thong. When he got them off he hooked them on the dry cleaning hook above the door. Like I said, boy's got good instincts.

So, do you really want to hear all the dirty details of Megan slurping on Tom's cock while holding it with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other hand legs akimbo so I could see her perfectly waxed little mons, pink oyster pussy and tiny tight brown anus? Yeah you do.

I was tempted to take a picture of that sweet virginal sight to use as a before to compare to how it would look after my wicked plan had progressed. But no.

While she was sucking Tom, Megan kept looking at me out of side of her eye. When she saw me smile in response she winked. I wanted so badly to join in but again I had to forgo any move that would break the growing trust.

Meanwhile back at the ranch Megan's hand on her pussy had gotten frantic. Tom's ape like arm casually reached over and two fingers hooked into her vagina with practiced ease. It obscured my view but I didn't mind, the resulting mad pelvic gyrations from Megan more than made up for it. All this without breaking the rhythmic bobbing of her head on Tom's shaft.

But that changes suddenly. Megan stopped. Her thighs began to quiver more and more until her legs were shaking like... like... well I don't think I could describe it better than you can imagine, so take a moment...

All done? Good.

Megan resumed her ministrations to Tom and soon he was the doing all the bucking until he finally surged upward and she pushed down to try and take as much of his shaft as she could. Tom growled. Megan swallowed. I didn't see a single drop leak. Jeez.

I checked "jizz swallow" off my corruption bucket list. Do I need to remind you I'm an evil scheming bastard?

And don't worry there are still plenty of action items left.

Megan sat up with a shy grin. "We never did it in front of anyone."

"That's technically true," Tom said. "But we did do it behind Nissa that one time when she was driving."

"She didn't see anything."

"She didn't need to see to know."

Fascinating.

"That was lovely," I said. "Now, if I may continue..."

They both interrupted the process of getting Tom's dick properly put away to stare at me.

"Sunday afternoon, on your way home from the cabin, come to my place and we'll continue this... conversation."

"I don't know..." Megan said.

"Well you have plenty of time to decide but I'd appreciate a call when you do." I opened my phone and handed it over.

Tom took it and looked at Megan. She nodded. Quite digits slid home. His own phone beeped as he received a test text.

"Okay then, go in there and give em something to talk about."

They popped the door and started to climb out.

"Forgetting something Tom?" I pointed at his crotch where the head of his pecker was still visible.

Tom pushed his way out and stood to finish his tuck and zip. He handed Megan out.

"Shoes?" I said.

"Fuck that!" Megan said and slammed the door.

The suspended panties swayed.