Quaranteam Se Team Davies Ch 07

Quaranteam: Southeast - Team Davies

By 2charlie

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Chapter 7

All Characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.

**** Gainesville, FL - 1200, Sunday, August 2, 2020****

"So, tell me again how I'm still a virgin?" Sophia asked over her shoulder, walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath sheet, rounding the corner into Miles' den, where he sat at his desk, making notes on a legal pad. He glanced up at her, only to be stunned as she pulled the towel off her body to attack her hair with it, making all kinds of pleasant jiggling and gyrations with her various body parts as she did so.

"You were such a freak, you literally vamped out on poor Mr. D and damn near sucked the life out of him! I swear to God, I think his cock spontaneously ejaculated in self-defense." Maddie snickered laughingly, egging on her friend's embarrassment, as she followed her out of the bathroom, similarly wrapped in only a bath sheet.

Miles raised a finger to make a point, saying, "I believe the proper reference would have been a succubus, not a vampire, given she wasn't exactly after blood."

Both women turned their heads to mock-glare at him at the same time, calling out in unison, "Nerd!"

"Am not!" he objected, a hand firmly on his chest, sitting upright, chin held high. "I am a GEEK! Says so on that poster over on the dining room wall."

Sophia snickered openly at him, while Maddie tilted her head to one side, a confused look on her features. "What's the difference?"

Miles scoffed, looking back down at his notes. "These days," he replied, "about six figures."

Whatever response the two might have made was interrupted when the pocket doors to his den slid open, and Jan poked her head inside. "Lunch is about ready," she told them, taking a moment to drink in all the skin on display, flashing her naughty smile. "I'd be all for clothing optional, but the kids will be joining us, so maybe put some clothes on, yeah?" And with that, she closed the doors and was gone.

The three looked at each other, blinking once or twice, then broke down in laughter. Rising from his desk, Miles pulled both girls into his embrace, kissing each one, before turning them back toward the master suite. "We can continue this discussion later."

****

After lunch, Miles retreated to his den to continue to work on his proposal. He possessed the major elements outlined but needed to start putting together timelines as well as possible workforce estimates. As he was organizing his thoughts, he noticed the WAN Link Light on his internet router was no longer red, but was now blue, indicating that he once again had connectivity to the internet. Booting up his laptop, he confirmed quickly that internet access had indeed been restored. He got up from his desk and went to the kitchen to call the rest of the team together.

Only Jan, Penny, and the kids were in the house. The others had gone out to the Outhouse to do some brainstorming of their own. Miles let Jan and Penny know that internet access had been restored. Jan immediately went upstairs to let the kids know, as well as to check on the availability of various media and pay channels on the smart TV upstairs.

Miles turned to Penny as Jan went upstairs. "Hey, Pen - I've got a question to run past you."

She smiled at him, getting a glass out of the cabinet and pouring herself some tea. "Sure, dear. Whatcha need?" she replied playfully.

"You work in the Office of the Alachua County Tax Collector, right?" he asked her.

Penny nodded her head in response. "Yep - been there going on ten years now. Why the sudden interest?" she asked, looking sidelong at him.

He began to pace around the kitchen as he unpacked his thoughts methodically. "Well, I was wondering if your role would have any visibility into property sizes - I'm talking the number of bedrooms or at least the square footage of a home, based on tax records. Anything like that?"

"I'm pretty sure our public records database contains information along those lines," she offered, "such as home size, parcel size, like that. If you wanted more details on the number of bedrooms or bathrooms, your better bet would be to comb through realtor listings. They will provide you with more information, such as total square footage of the house, number of bedrooms and bathrooms, that sort of information."

"I seem to recall you got your realtor's license a few years ago," he paused his pacing to look at her with renewed energy. "Do you have access to those kinds of listings?"

She wondered where he was going with this. "Yep. I can pull up details like that. Why?"

Miles looked a little more interested now. "Would you be able to run a query to provide me with a listing of all homes based on select minimum criteria, such as minimum 4 bedroom, 3 bath, or no more than 10 years old?"

Penny started to piece together what he was trying to get at and nodded her head enthusiastically. "Sure - I don't think it would take me very long, assuming those data resources are online and available."

"Ok," Miles stopped pacing altogether, seemingly having arrived at a course of action. "I may want to have you start running those sorts of reports for me - might not hurt if you wanted to run a few proof of concept reports, just to show me what kind of data you can provide." He poured himself tea while he continued to provide her details. "I need to figure out a way to identify properties that can potentially be retrofitted with minimal effort to house teams, as well as properties that would instead be primary targets for harvesting usable resources, such as appliances, based on the age of the home. So, for example, any homes with fewer than four bedrooms might still be a good target for harvesting activities."

"I think I understand what you're asking for," Penny affirmed, finally understanding what Miles was trying to achieve. "Give me a bit to see what level of detail I can access - I should have something for you within an hour or so."

"That would be great!" he told her, excitement in his voice and body language. Pulling her into a sudden hug, he continued, "I would greatly appreciate your efforts," he teased her.

"Nice," she responded, rolling her eyes playfully. "But a few of the other girls might need some attention from you sooner than I will. Including one of our newest partners, who still needs a certain experience, if you take my drift."

Pulling her into a sudden hug, and giving her a quick kiss, he agreed with her. "Okay - I'll get working on those tasks ASAP."

****

Miles wandered out to the Outhouse - he grinned at his team's nickname for the structure, shaking his head a bit - to check in with the others on his team. He was only slightly surprised by a buzzing on his hip - evidently, he once again had SMS service. Checking the message, it was Kozlowski, doing a check-in, probably at the general's behest. 'All's well with the Team.' He texted back, then added, 'What was the deal with that fire?'. He waited for a moment, read the response, 'Meth lab burned down a neighborhood. Two whole blocks were destroyed before the fire burned out.'

Fuck

, he thought to himself,

good thing it's not the dry season, or that could've been much worse

. He thanked Kozlowski for the update, then holstered his phone.

Stepping into the house, he saw no one downstairs but heard muffled noises from somewhere above. Curiosity got the better of him, so he opted not to announce his presence, choosing instead to ascend the staircase as quietly as he could manage.

From the top of the stairs, Miles could hear moans coming from one of the bedrooms - the one with the door shut. Intrigued, he crept over to the door, very carefully turning the knob to open it as silently as possible. At the very last moment, the doorknob was snatched from his hand as the door was pulled open from the inside, the four women in the room all yelling "Gotcha!" amid their giggles.

"We saw you meandering your wayward way out here from the window," Debra explained, "so we decided to prank you. And it worked!" She bounced with glee, her tits doing an amazing little dance as she did.

Chagrined and a bit disappointed, he laughed with them, eventually uttering, "Well, shit. I was hoping to crash a lesbian orgy. Never done that before." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck in mild embarrassment.

The girls all closed in to embrace him, giving him loving pecks on the lips and patting his shoulders, assuring him that next time, they'd invite him to the orgy.

"I mean, I figured, you know, once we all got settled back into a routine, Wednesday nights would be orgy nights, no?" Miles asked innocently.

The girls had a good laugh at that, with Maddie calling out in a low tone of voice, "Hump Day!" eliciting even more laughter.

Once some semblance of calm returned, Miles asked the girls, "So, what have you been working on? Anything interesting?"

"Well, we were multi-tasking," Ava responded. "Sophia and Maddie were telling us about the various sustainability concepts that you have incorporated into this structure," she gestured around her, with an impressed expression on her face. "I mean, who would have guessed the whole building is like, some mad scientist's secret laboratory, right?" This got the other girls laughing again.

Sophia chimed in at this point. "And we were getting to know a little bit more about each other. Our hopes and dreams," she eyed him meaningfully at this, "even a few that don't involve a certain salty sailor turned evil genius," she playfully poked him in the chest with one perfectly manicured nail.

"Little things, like finding out that Debbie likes to hunt, as well as big things, like discovering Ava knows how to operate a heavy construction crane. And of course, a peppering of trivia about.... other... things we have in common." Maddie chuckled with a sly grin at the end.

"Excellent," Miles beamed with a raspy voice, doing his best imitation of Monty Burns. "So, how much have you two," he asked, pointing at Debra and Ava, "told these two," he nodded at Sophia and Maddie, "about our little project?"

"Nothing yet, Miles," Debra responded, snickering at his Mr. Burns hands-steepled thing. "I intended to leave that to your discretion, oh evil one, but obviously - in my humble opinion - they might be able to contribute to the effort."

Maddie looked puzzled for a moment, before getting an 'ah ha' look on her face. "Is this what you wanted to discuss with us earlier, before we.... you know.... partnered?", she asked, blushing slightly at the last part.

Miles nodded, noticing how Maddie was absent-mindedly rubbing her thighs together. Shaking off the distraction, he answered her. "Yes, it is. Why don't we take this conversation into my den? Each of you grab a chair from the dining room, so we can all sit while we discuss this."

****

"So, that's the sum of it," Miles ended, looking at their faces to try to get a read on their thoughts based on their reactions.

Note to self

- he thought -

do not play poker with this crew.

"And I 've been asked by the USAF and the government to come up with a plan of action - quickly - to help get all the new teams into housing appropriately sized for them within this region as quickly as possible until newer housing specifically designed for teams can be developed and constructed." He paused, gathering his thoughts for the next part.

Debra took the opportunity to interject her thoughts at this juncture. "The general has given Miles this task, and Ava and I have been assigned to his team - at work, as well as in life," she grinned, making Ava chuckle, "but it's unclear to me if, or when, he might be assigned more resources for the thought-leadership part of all of this," she concluded, eyeing the college women pointedly.

Smiling to himself at Jansen's perception, Miles pushed forward. "I've gotten a good start on itemizing the various efforts I see being necessary," Miles pointed to the whiteboard on one wall, covered in bulletized items, "however, I would love for you all to take a good look at what I've got and let's brainstorm on it - see if you can poke holes in my plans or come up with something I may have missed." Seeing Debra raise an eyebrow at him, pointedly, he looked back at Maddie and Sophia for just a moment, before continuing in a serious tone, "And I'd like you to consider joining the effort in a more official capacity. I expect I'll have some leeway in terms of assembling additional resources, and it makes sense to me that you both pitch in - if you want to do so, that is."

Just then, Penny poked her head in through the pocket doors. "Excuse me, ladies. Miles, I confirmed that I can identify properties that meet the criteria that we discussed earlier, based on the number of bedrooms, as well as sort them by communities, neighborhoods, or complexes. If you'd like, I can send you a printout of the summary, as well as split it out by the number of bedrooms. I'd offer to print out the details, but that might better be left in a digital format - easier for you to manipulate."

"That sounds great." Miles was enthused. "I'll power up the printer for you now if you'd like to print the shortlist for me."

"Can do. Oh, and Jan asked if you could help her up in the theater with something when you have a moment."

"Sure," he replied, wondering what Jan needed help with. "I'll go up there in a few minutes. Thanks, dear."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she responded, blowing him a kiss as she closed the doors behind her.

Miles walked over to the Brother color laser printer and powered it on, turning back to the girls for a moment. "I'd better go see what Jan needs. In the meantime, Debra, could you maybe reach out to your local Air Force medical leadership to see what we've got for preliminary estimates regarding survivors, but specifically the number of teams, and relative sizes?"

The young lieutenant was already rummaging through her backpack, pulling out her laptop. "I'm going to need your Wi-Fi password before you go."

Nodding, he turned and wrote the network SSID and password up in the corner of the whiteboard, then headed to follow Penny, "I should be back shortly. You can take a break to do whatever, or start looking this over while I'm gone," he suggested, closing the doors as he left.

****

When Miles reached the top of the stairs, he saw all three of the kids were each sitting in front of their laptops, headphones on, completely engaged in some activity. None of them so much as turned their head to acknowledge him. He watched the children quietly as each of them periodically moved their mouse and clicked on something, resulting in their screen refreshing. He realized that they were taking some sort of online assessment and left them undisturbed. Silently walking over to the home theater doors, he opened them and stepped inside, pausing a moment while his eyes adjusted to the relative darkness. The opera lights were on but dialed down to their lowest setting, barely providing any illumination at all.

As he stood there blinking, waiting for his vision to adjust, the doors closed quietly behind him. Turning, he could just barely make out Jan, in a very short, silky robe, locking the doors before turning to wrap him in an embrace, leaning in to blow a hot breath across his neck.

"I hate to interrupt your work, Miles," she whispered into his ear, "but I need just a little bit of your time." She paused briefly to nibble on his neck, sending shivers up his spine. "It seems I have an itch that only you can scratch."

"That's perfectly okay, Jan, he murmured to her, turning to take her into his arms, smiling gently down at her. "I'm sure the others will survive without me for a little while."

Giving him a big grin in return, saying "I was hoping you'd feel that way," she pulled away from his arms and took his hand, leading him over to one of the theater love seats. She was obviously prepared for this opportunity, having covered the upholstery of the loveseat with a large bath sheet. A few hand towels were also staged nearby, as well as a small bottle.

"What's all of this?" Miles asked, slightly amused at the preparation.

"Sshhhh. Good things come to those who wait," she promised him, already working to remove his shirt. As he started kicking off his boat shoes, she began unfastening his belt to loosen his shorts.

After being disrobed, Miles was pushed gently to sit down on the loveseat, whereupon Jan knelt before him and, without another word, began to devour his cock. He had begun to harden while being stripped, but Jan's enthusiastic oral skills had him fully erect in no time.

Before he was able to get too aroused, Jan stood and shed her silky robe, revealing that she was fully nude beneath. Moving quickly, she grabbed the small bottle and poured a generous amount of fluid into her palm, then closed the bottle and rubbed her hands together, warming the liquid before smoothing it onto his shaft.

Miles moaned at the warmth and slickness of the fluid, wondering idly why they would need this when she stopped, grabbed a hand towel to wipe her hands, then twisted her torso as she reached one arm behind her, wiggling briefly before he heard a squishy sound as she stopped struggling and laid a large object onto the hand towel she'd just used.

As he was trying to figure out what the object was that Jan had just dropped onto the towel, Jan straddled his lap, intentionally mashing her tits in his face to obscure his view and distract him, while reaching around behind her to find his cock with her hand and position him, then lowered herself slowly but deliberately onto his shaft.

Something felt different to Miles. The going was not the same as his last experience with Jan. As he pondered on what might be the reason, Jan lowered herself fully onto him, letting out a low moan, hissing slightly at the end. Her tits no longer blocking his view, he was finally able to make out the object he'd seen a moment before - it was a large, glass butt plug. The pieces suddenly clicked into place for him, as Jan leaned forward to kiss him. To his amazement, Miles realized that he was balls-deep in Jan's ass. His head swam with the wonder of it all - he and Beth had only infrequently experimented with butt play, so it had been years since he'd last experienced this particular pleasure.

Running his hands down her flanks, Miles reached her hips and took a firm grip. Groaning through the intense stimulation, he held her close while they kissed each other passionately. Finally, Jan pulled back with a look of victory on her face as she inspected him closely, looking for any telltales of disappointment.

Breathing out a bit, forcing herself to relax, Jan spoke to him in an almost whisper, "I take it from your reaction that you haven't done this very much before", she ventured, as she began to slowly rise along his staff.

"Certainly not in recent years," he managed to grunt. "Beth was never into ass-play."

"Oh, that's too bad. Well, I hope you enjoy this, because I plan on taking you in my ass as often as you'll play along." She began to ride him with increased energy, humping up and down a bit faster, adding in a gyration in her hips to really shake things up.

Miles sat back and let her dictate the pace. Judging by her breathing, she was already climbing toward her first peak. He couldn't blame her - the pleasurable feelings she was giving him, combined with the taboo nature of the act, was also getting him close. Suddenly, he felt her sphincter contract around him so snugly that he was afraid she would peel his cock like a banana. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip, stifling her cry as she spasmed in orgasm, flooding his lap with her girl-cum as she held still for a moment.