Quaranteam Damaged Goods Ch 05

This is a story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. It is strongly recommended that you read at the very least the first half of the original work (and my earlier chapters) or it won't make sense. You should probably just read all his work and only come back when you're desperate for more.

My thanks to CorruptingPower for letting me play in his pool, and to the rest of the QT writers room for their input. Particularly AgathonWrites who has donated way too much of his time and been very tolerant of my stepping on his toes. Check out his QT story; "Quaranteam - The Upstart's Knight"

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++++ Sat 31st Oct 2020 ++++

I was expecting the arrival of a fifth partner by now. The Delphi protocol says I should have six or maybe even seven at this point but delays, Sin's issues, and my own intrinsic lack of appeal have left me behind the curve with *only* four. I'm not bothered in the slightest. Dare I say it? Life is pretty good right now. There are no major crises to worry about and no-one's health is a problem. I'm still concerned by the silence from Averna about whoever interfered with Sin's assignment, but there doesn't seem to be a lot I can do about it. Whenever I try to chase it up I hit bureaucratic brick walls. The best result I've had was "It's against company policy to discuss an active red-case investigation," which did at least confirm that they're treating it as an inside job. Val got warned off from her side and I don't want to jeopardise her job by pushing any harder. Sin's safe now; Whoever it was can't get her and she's safely hidden away from her shitbag ex and I'll have to be satisfied with that. Here in our house, it's just me and my four partners learning to live together. FOUR! How the fuck did that happen? Every now and again the surrealness of my new life hits me and I have to choose between laughing at myself or doubting my own reality. Maybe this is really a long, twisted fever dream? That would make more sense than me sleeping with four sexy women on the regular.

Social media is rife lately with people reporting the deaths of their family and friends, but all the silent accounts might actually be worse. Anti-lockdown sentiments are on the rise, morons are apparently still setting fire to five-g towers and the cross-party non-government we've been left with since Johnson died is taking fire constantly; people are suspicious that there's more going on than they're being told. The official news is still well sanitised though and I've seen no credible leaks of details like the true death rates. We've had a few hiccups in Delphi as the load on the system spikes along with each new phase in the rollout but we've coped better than any other public infrastructure project I can remember. Morale in the team meetings is pretty high. This morning I realised that even without access to the live database I could total up the unique users traffic statistics on the platform and estimate how many people must be vaccinated already or are about to be. It's a lot more than I expected and a lot more than I ever would have believed could keep a secret like this. I'm guessing that anyone who finds out gets bribed to keep quiet, like Sin was, by giving them the vaccine. Who's going to turn down not-dying even if it comes with an NDA? With so many people in the know, surely the lid has to blow off this thing soon?

++++ Sun 1st Nov 2020 ++++

Pixie and Sarge's competitive streak has been back in full swing lately. They argue and snipe at each other, in a not entirely good natured way, to the point where I wasn't sure what to say when Leila suggested playing a game this evening. At their request I've been teaching my new partners some of my board games collection. They're probably just humouring me, but I used to play with friends every week and I've missed it. Sin likes cooperative games, working as a team to beat the game, which contrasts with Leila's surprising affinity for anything that involves brutally betraying her allies when they least expect it. Of the two, I figured cooperation would be safer and picked out a couple of those. Suffice it to say that it did not go well. The world was destroyed and we were all killed, several times each. We'd all had a few drinks and the recriminations were getting progressively less polite with each loss. By the final game, it was getting personal... and loud.

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"Ugh, well done Sarge," Pixie dropped her cards in disgust. "I thought you soldier types could do teamwork?"

"It's a lot easier when your team actually follows your lead," Val snorted.

"I could hardly have followed you when you knew I had no red cards, genius."

"Because you ignored everyone's suggestions to do your own thing as always, Tinkerbell."

"Tinkerbell?! I'll choose to take that as a compliment coming from the jolly green giant!" Pixie sounded genuinely offended.

"It wasn't a compliment, it was wishful thinking! Fairies are quiet and occasionally go unnoticed."

"Quiet? The banshee queen of Alabama is lecturing me about being quiet? Every time you cum I check out the window to see if it was an ambulance siren in the driveway!"

"I don't see how that's my problem! Stop eavesdropping!" They were shouting into each other's faces now, or they would have been if there weren't a two foot height difference. Technically, Pixie was shouting into Val's tits.

"Oh, please! I don't need to eavesdrop to hear you begging for it. Half the county knows when you get dosed."

"So? Some of us aren't so thirsty for pussy we keep track of other peoples fucking. I like to let him know how good it feels and I don't care who else knows it!"

"Maybe you would care if you had any idea how horny and turned on I am right now!" Pixie yelled.

"Ha! You got yourself ploughed just this morning. I'm twice as horny as you, Tinkerbell!" Val bellowed back.

"Well of course you are, you weigh twice as much as me," Pixie sniped in return, "but what are you going to do about it? Nothing as always!"

"Oh, you little shit!" Something snapped in Val at that moment. She grabbed Pixie by her collar and I was halfway out of my seat to try to prevent violence when their lips met. Stunned, I watched as Val kissed the smaller woman with serious passion. Pixie must have been less stunned because she kissed her back with just as much intensity and was soon pulling at Val's top and mauling her breasts. She was, however, taken by surprise when Val ducked low, grabbed her around her waist and threw her up over her shoulder into a fireman's carry. Squealing in equal parts surprise and excitement she kicked and wriggled as Val carried her away up the stairs.

The rest of us sat stupefied as we listened to the bedroom door slam behind them and then a thud that I assumed was Val literally throwing Pixie onto the bed. There was a full minute of quiet as we just looked at each other.

"Well thank fuck for that," Sin broke the silence first. "The tension between those two has started..."

"OH YEAH!! COME TO MOMMA YOU MASSIVE FUCKING LESBO!" Pixie's gleeful shout and another excited shriek echoed through the house and cut Sin off mid-sentence. When we eventually stopped laughing we left the game where it was and went to watch TV. Leila and Sin sat on either side of me, I put my arms around them and pulled them close as we settled in. The TV had a hard time keeping our attention though. It was tough to concentrate on the Queen's Gambit with the very noisy sex session going on upstairs.

"Is that normal when there's fucking going on in the house?" I asked. "It occurs to me that I'm usually too occupied to notice. Do we need to install soundproofing?"

"Personally, I find it a turn on," Sin said, squeezing my inner thigh and leaving her hand there.

"It probably saves us having to talk to each other to keep track of when you might be too worn out for another go," Leila said with a smile. "Though they do say the British are the world's experts in queueing. Perhaps we should all line up and take our turns one after another?" she squeezed my thigh too but took her hand back into her own lap. "Some sort of take-a-number system might help."

"Romantic and orderly," I pretended to picture it. "Could be worth looking into." The background sounds from upstairs were distracting more than just me. Still watching the TV, Sin went from massaging my bulge to unzipping me and pulling out my dick so she could play with it properly. We sat and listened as we half-watched the drama on screen. Sin gently stroked me until a bead of pre-cum formed on the head of my cock, she glanced down, wiped it off with her finger and popped it into her mouth. That certainly got Leila's attention, the TV was completely forgotten and she was transfixed by the action in my lap.

"I can't believe how relaxed you all are about this," she said quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sin said hurriedly. "I didn't realise I was making you uncomfortable, I don't seem to have much of a social filter about sex any more. I'm so turned on all the time I forget where we are sometimes." She moved to zip me back up.

"No, no. It's fine, it really is." Leila bit her lip and watched as Sin settled back into gently squeezing and playing with my balls. "I don't... umm... have a lot of sexual experience, if I'm honest."

"You were married though?" Sin asked her.

"Yes, and we were happy but... I think you would say we were boring," Leila sounded like she was confessing some secret. "I was raised in Islam and I guess that shapes the way I think even though I don't follow it any more. My mother died when I was very young and my father was not a man of great faith. He had particular disagreements with the imams about how the Quran dealt with women. His dearest wish was for his daughter to leave Iran and live a western life where I would not be treated like that, but he didn't have enough money to emigrate. So when a British boy who was in the country with his diplomat parents showed an interest in me, he quietly encouraged it. Over time I fell in love, Gareth and I were married and I left for sunny Wales with my new husband. We had a good life, we enjoyed sex but he wasn't... adventurous in the bedroom. Over time we had it less and less, and after..." she coughed and I felt that there was something important she hadn't said. "Anyway, he was the only man I had ever been with before you. There's a lot I haven't done that I think you would take for granted."

"I wish I'd known," I was thinking through everything that had happened since she arrived. "Please make sure you tell me if there's anything you don't... oh god! The shower at Pixies flat! I'm sorry! We got carried away, you must have thought we were crazy or something."

"No, no! That was amazing. I've never seen anything like that in person. I mean, I've seen a little porn of course but it's not at all the same." Leila was still smiling, which I took as a good sign.

"What happened?" Sin asked. "What did I miss?"

"Pixie made him finish into Val's mouth," Leila giggled. She had an adorable way of covering her face when she was saying anything sexual. "and he, you know... licked her... right there on the bathroom sink. Then we all had a shower together!"

"Aww, I did miss out!" Sin pouted but kept stroking. "Wait, Pixie's flat had a shower big enough for four people?"

"No! Not at all," Leila laughed. "I'd never done that before either. Pixie rubbed soap onto my bum, at least I think it was Pixie, we were all pressed so close together."

"She probably couldn't reach any higher," Sin laughed too at the mental image.

"Oh, it was great to watch them together. I so wanted to join in but I didn't know what to do and I've never touched another woman's body like that," Leila sounded regretful now.

"Well you can touch mine any time, love," Sin grinned and blew a kiss across me towards her.

"Well, the other side of telling me if we do anything you don't like, is that you should definitely tell us if there's anything you do like, or want," I said, hoping Sin wasn't moving too fast for her.

"Well... I did get thinking... after I watched you and Pixie in the bathroom..." Leila paused but I thought I could see where she was going.

"You want me to go down you?" I smiled and Leila nodded shyly.

"Gareth tried it a few times but he didn't really like doing it."

"Oh my god! You've never cum from head have you?" Sin was scandalised. "Steve! You need to eat her out! Like, right now. He loves doing it and he's good too," Leila's eyes were like saucers.

"I really do love it," I said, putting a hand over Sins mouth to stop her, "but not now. Later. Whenever you're ready..." Val's perfectly timed orgasmic howl reverberated through the house, "...and when the bedroom is free. I would very much enjoy taking you upstairs to try it properly. Alone. Where we can really take our time together to figure out exactly what you like," Leila nodded quickly. Clearly turned on but grateful for the pressure release.

"Aww," Sin cooed. "He's so sensitive and considerate. That's a great way to flood a girl's basement, Casanova. Makes me want to make you happy," she dropped her head into my lap and engulfed my dick in her mouth. I groaned and went to stop her but Leila grabbed my hand before I could. She didn't say anything, she just held my hand and watched, fascinated, as Sin deepthroated me. Lifting off for a second, Sin looked up at her and asked, "Are you joining me?"

"I don't know..." Leila hesitated. "I have done it before but I don't think I was very good."

"There's no such thing as a bad blowjob," Sin said as she shifted to the floor in front of me, "but even so, come here Grasshopper and learn from a master." She pulled my jeans off and beckoned Leila down to join her.

"Sin," I started, worried that she was overloading the shy woman.

"Shush!" She cut me off. "Class is in session." Leila giggled and went along with her. "Ok. What we're working with here is a pretty great cock. Not too big, not too small. Uncircumcised, which is good because I can show you some foreskin tricks he'll love. He keeps it clean and well trimmed. Now that we're a team this is your cock too so don't be afraid to give him shit if he lets it get untidy, no-one wants pubes up their nose." I would probably have laughed if she hadn't taken Leila's hands and placed them on my shaft. "Get a feel for the size and the softness of the skin. The most sensitive parts are around the head here and underneath here."

What followed was maybe half an hour of absolutely glorious head. Sin would describe something, demonstrate it and then get Leila to repeat it. "Straight sucking", "Rotation", "Tongue stroking", "Lip massage", the class syllabus went on and on. Sin declared Leila a natural, but Leila gave all credit to her teacher. At some point I may have lost consciousness, or perhaps my soul left my body, I'm not sure which. Sin demonstrated deepthroating, and even got Leila to wrap her hands around her neck to feel the head inside her throat. Leila gamely had a try but gagged and backed off. Sin reassured her that it would come with practice and demonstrated her "advanced techniques" which included "throating with tongue" and deliberately gagging herself.

"Quick, feel his balls just here. He's about to cum," Sin said, still guiding Leila's hands. "Now, you could pull out and go full porn star all over your face; it's fun but not everyone likes it and we need our doses so I'd suggest you practise catching that first spurt. Keep going, move your mouth up the shaft until you're just suckling on the head. Hook your lips behind the helmet edge and use more tongue. Perfect!" I came at last and Leila gulped down the first few spurts before the serum kicked in and I popped out of her mouth as she clutched my knees for balance through her own orgasm. Sin took over and swallowed the remaining shots, groaning in pleasure as she did. We all took a moment to recover.

"And that's lesson one," Sin sighed, stretching languidly while Leila brushed her hair out of her eyes and licked her lips. "Now, Grasshopper, I'll teach you some moves that are great for getting a soft cock hard again..."

++++ Mon 2nd Nov 2020 ++++

There's been a big riot in Bristol today. The news is downplaying it but they couldn't avoid reporting on it at all and online videos make it pretty clear that it was actually pretty bad. According to the official sources a hundred anti-lockdown protesters in the city centre started smashing up some shop windows. According to social media about a thousand nutters in face masks set fire to cars, threw bricks at the police, the whole nine yards. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle, but they did keep it up all day. It's hard to believe that anyone is that angry about having to stay home so I'm left thinking that it might really be about DuoHalo and the vaccine. The gaps in the government information, the internet silence and even the evidence of Bristol city centre being completely deserted on a monday afternoon, all make it pretty obvious that something's being hidden from the public. They can't actually know about DH or there's no way a thousand people would have gathered together in a superspreader event like that. They're just pissed off and scared about being kept in the dark.

It was also Val's birthday today so we had a good distraction from the Bristol lunatics. Personally I suck at buying gifts, so I wound up getting her jewellery I'd seen her looking at online once. Leila baked a cake and spent hours in the kitchen making a whole table full of little dishes of traditional Iranian food that we all adored. Meatballs, baked aubergines and a weird herby omelette I could have eaten until it came out of my ears. Sin somehow managed to track down details of Val's old army unit and persuaded them and their families to send her pictures that she incorporated into a custom display case for Val's medals and unit patches. Val was overwhelmed, bawled like a baby and hugged her so hard I thought I might need a crowbar to separate them. Pixie bought her socks. Fancy lingerie too, but she presented it as knickers and socks to a woman with no feet. Val laughed herself silly and it was a perfect emotional palate cleanser after the intense moment with Sin.

Val's been keeping her contact with her parents mostly text-based lately to avoid awkward questions that the NDA wouldn't let her answer but she didn't think she could avoid it today. So we had a video call and I got formally introduced as her new boyfriend, but we kept the other girls out of camera range for now. I liked the Anderbergs, but they were clearly unimpressed by me. Some wimpy English software developer was not the kind of man they had expected their daughter to wind up with, but her obvious good mood earned me the benefit of the doubt. Her father was a caricature of a stern US military family patriarch; leaving me with the impression that when he farted it probably sounded like "Oorah!". Val had been worried about his ornery anti-government tendencies conflicting with the quarantine but it turns out that old marines are good at following orders and, so far at least, her family seems to be coming through largely unscathed. Her mother was insistent that we were going to visit them in Alabama as soon as it was allowed and surprised me by being the first to make not-so-veiled threats about what would happen to me if I ever hurt her baby girl.

That first conversation led to more promises to call a long list of names making up the Anderberg clan, most of whom also took the time to threaten me. It must be nice to have a large family who will automatically have your back. Val certainly seemed to enjoy the reminder, and she got a little misty eyed after the fourth or fifth round of "Ya best treat 'er right, ya get me?"