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QT:NW is the start of an official Spin Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You
do not
need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you do read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity. This chapter includes elements of mind control through chemical substance, anal and some group sex (MFF).
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Erica, as usual, took to the rapidly changing social situation a little faster than I did.
"So you're sure about all of this?" she asked the girl, Ivy. We were sitting in the lounge area of the RV that the government had delivered to us that morning.
"Well, it is too late for me to back out now," Ivy said. She was French Canadian, with that very specific Quebecois accent that extended vowels and clipped some consonants. I only really knew the difference between hers and a traditional french-from-France accent because I'd once drank with a unit of French soldiers while I was deployed in Germany. "I have already been poked with the needles. I chose Harrison because he reminded me of a sexy version of the boys I grew up with in the north of Quebec. Very sexy lumberjack, yes?"
Erica smirked, glancing at me and patting my knee. "Yes, very sexy woodsman."
"As I said, I was not expecting a sexy woman as well, but I am the bisexual," Ivy continued. "In fact, Erica, you are very much my type."
"And what type is that?" Erica asked.
Ivy grinned but blushed, biting her lip for a moment as if she were embarrassed, but I could see the hunger in her big, expressive eyes. "Most girls in my job, they have what you call the 'Daddy Issues', yes? Well, my father made many mistakes, but was always very good to my sister et moi. An ex I have, she said I have 'Mommy Issues' instead. I like strong women, older than me, with tits and ass like yours." The little minx actually reached out and caressed the side of Erica's tit when she said it.
"What job is it you've been working?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the general field.
"I am a dancer," Ivy said, turning back to me and looking all the world like a worried teenager, rather than the seductive woman clad in mesh lingerie that was sitting between Erica and I. "I hope that is not so bad to you, Harrison. I know some men, they think it means I am dirty or spoiled. But I am not." Then she got another little lascivious smirk as she tilted her chin down looking up at you through her lashes. "Well, I could also be a
very
dirty girl for the right man. Or woman." She touched Erica's leg without looking.
"OK, seriously Ivy," I said. "Unless this is really who you are, and who you want to be, you can tone down the seduction. Erica and I aren't going to turn you away, but you have got to be real with us."
Ivy frowned, and it was like she went through a little transformation as she absorbed what I said and metabolized it. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, then nodded and stood up, crossed to the murphy table that was in the kitchenette and pulled a robe I hadn't even noticed from where it was hanging. She wrapped it around herself quickly and then sat back down. "I am sorry," she said. "I am- this vaccine is making me very horny. I did not know what to expect, yes? I thought it best to treat you like private clients."
"Oh, sweetie," Erica sighed. "I know. The nervousness, that little itch all over?"
Ivy nodded.
"Maybe let's start from the beginning," I suggested. "Just be honest with us."
"I was being honest," Ivy said. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, I was born in a little town in northern Quebec and raised by my father and grandmother, along with my sister. I am an exotic dancer. I started in Montreal, and decided to try and do a tour of the USA. My visa was running out when the Quarantine happened. They said it would not be a problem if I took the experimental vaccine."
"Wait, hold on," I said. "Fuck. Would you have taken the vaccine if you weren't worried about your visa?"
Ivy thought about it and then shrugged. "I don't know? Maybe? I never had to think about it without the visa on the table."
"This is fucked up," I said.
"And it's too late to change anything," Erica said. "Harri, you know it's too late."
"I know," I grunted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
"And you know if it's not you, it'll be someone else."
I took in a long breath and nodded. "Ivy, I assume you went through the whole set of meetings and videos that Erica did, but I just have to ask - are you absolutely sure you want this?"
Ivy pursed her lips, looking between Erica and I. Her hands were in her lap, most of her tattoos covered by the worn, velvet red robe she was wearing. She looked younger and older at the same time. She ended up looking to Erica. "Is he a good man?"
"The best," Erica said immediately.
"And is she a good woman?" Ivy asked me.
I took Erica's hand in mine. "Better than anyone could ever deserve."
"Then I am fine with this," Ivy said. "It is the end of the world, oui? Why should I not be with two sexy people who love each other, and will share their bed with me?"
Erica laughed. "Well, she's direct."
"Alright. You know what the next steps are?" I asked Ivy.
"You fuck me, and I will become your- how did they say.? Umm, bonded something?"
"We haven't figured out the right word yet either," Erica said. "For now, it might be easiest if you're just our fuckbuddy."
"I like this," Ivy said. "You two are a couple, and I will be your fuckbuddy." The way she said it made it sound a little sillier, a little naughtier. This girl would have been dangerous if Erica and I weren't in the current situation.
"You have some time," I said. "Would you rather wait a bit, or do it now?"
"Now," Ivy said. "I would very much like to taste you, Erica. While Harrison fucks my ass."