Author's note: N'Zel is pronounced "En-Zell"
Ponytail Express
Chapter 20: Playbook
Matilda Berry was the daughter of the mayor of Cantella Forks, Karin Berry. Fred recalled a conversation he and Deb had a couple of days into realizing his new predicament. The Berrys were off-limits until he learned how to use his ability more. He and Deb were making shit up as they went along. He was glad he didn't have to memorize any more pass phrases. "Terminal Cupcake" was a distant memory.
What a difference ten days made.
Fred's Saturday morning started off at 5:30. After a bit more activity with both the sexy professor and a licensed nurse a year out of college, he realized now he was a dinner date away from owning the mayor of the entire city.
Fred mused to himself that it would not be that easy, but Matilda passed the "nose test." In fact, she had a sweet bergamot fragrance. Having taken full measure of it from last night's sex play, he was certain she was untouched.
With college out, most former students were sleeping in, either recovering from an exhausting week or from Friday night's drunken revelry.
However, both Fred and select members of his harem were up and active. Fred's morning was actually full. He had a planned video conference with a man named N'Zel K Nelson.
Fred knew N'Zel acquired the mysterious being known as Cammi from someone else. The changeling was long-lived. Whoever her former master was, they had fucked her mind so badly that she didn't even know her own name. Not only that, her entire reproductive system had been made inert. Her womb would have given birth to a dynastic bloodline was no more.
Fred knew N'Zel hadn't known that, otherwise he might not have sent her as a mere spy, gathering intelligence on a potential rival to the United States government.
The mysterious man worked for a branch inside the Department of Homeland Security. Formerly, they had been an obscure branch of the Secret Service, but were a waste of time and resources by all. This was done on purpose, keeping them "off the books," to where they didn't even have an online presence.
Still, N'Zel worked under the rubric of the DHS to safeguard the country from foreign nationals with abilities similar to Fred's. It was a sobering discovery to know what insane bat shit insanity existed in the world.
Fred wanted no part of it, but he was curious what else N'Zel knew. Cammi imparted this much of her "gift" to him. How she could pass information like that along was amazing, and he hoped to impart that to other members of his harem. As if shit weren't already weird enough.
Still, he needed to embrace it at least part way. It was becoming increasingly likely that his enemy was actually playing things soft in order to sweet talk him into joining some kind of agency or group. He suspected it was probably not directly affiliated with governmental interests and was probably more of the commercial variety. Fred was leaning on "Big Pharma," on account of the NireCue angle.
From his pickup, he traded texts with Oni and Deb. They were fixing to have a long morning workout together that was actually a workout and, in no way, a euphemism for sex. Although that would probably happen, too.
Thalina was up early as well, prepping the library basement for the video call. He had left Cammi in her care, and the pair had gotten acquainted.
No doubt both Mia and Niamh were sleeping off a night of hard partying.
Fred wanted badly to watch Oni and Deb's workout, but decided against it because he knew the call would be missed on account of continuous hardcore sex.
Fred parked at his own dorm, taking in the morning air. He felt like it was in the high sixties with a good chance of not only rain, but a couple inches, which meant a thundershower.
No one seemed to be watching him. It was almost refreshing.
He reacquainted himself with his own dorm room, taking a quick shower. He took a dick pic and sent it to his women, letting them all know he missed them and would fuck them all soon.
He woke up from the nap discovering several responses to his dick pic, all glowing reviews of course. Smiling, he wet his unkempt hair down, combing it before dressing and setting out to the library. It was 7:52am.
Saturday Morning
A bit earlier than 7:52am
Onvipa Dasna stood in the middle of an empty workout room, save for her sparring opponent. Standing in a relaxed pose, both hands out in front of her, one palm out, the other balled into a loose fist, the alluring beauty wore maroon bottoms made of a lycra-supplex fabric that clung to her sexy body. Her midriff was exposed, showing off her belly button. She'd gained a new tattoo; a tramp stamp of a heart with wings, in the middle of which were the words "Fred's Piece." Further, a maroon compression tank top showcased her sleek and sexy endowments, fitting snugly as the supplex fabric wicked the sweat off the skin, working to keep the athlete cool.
Her opponent stood in a different pose. Deb gave Oni only one side of her body in a more classic fighting pose, one hand outstretched, the other guarding her body. The blond's muscles rippled and her exposed midriff showed off a fairly defined six pack as she regarded her best friend and lover. Her blond hair had gained coppery highlights, the color of Mia, with barely obvious streaks of Oni's jet-black color as well. Deb liked the upgrade.
"How've you been, Oni?" she asked.
"Not bad, D. How are you holding up?"
The fit blond stood her ground, maintaining her pose. "I am sooo craving cock right now."
Oni smiled, then went on the attack. She faked going high and instead went low, attempting a sweeping leg kick meant to put Deb on the floor. She flowed like water, smooth and fast, with no wasted movements. Anyone else would be hard pressed to avoid such a strike.
However, Oni was up against Deb, who back flipped, landing on one hand before pushing off the mat, landing on the balls of her feet.
"I think we're both yearning for some Fred-sized cock right now," Oni agreed. Both women were sweating, pushing out a potent blend of pheromones that blanketed the open space. Were any people there, they would have fallen under their influence.
"Talk to your parents yet since they met Fred?"
"A little. They are beholden to someone else, they won't say. Fred seems to think it's your father."
Oni was impressed with Deb's skill. Fred's pheromones did their magic, working to improve everyone in certain ways, but her best friend was already a specimen in almost peak shape. Still, Oni noticed slight gains, however.
Both women were dominant in their respective fighting styles. Oni figured when it came to grappling, Deb was damn near unrivaled. Further, she seemed to have another gear entirely when it came to real life danger. The things she'd done to Eddie Terry's goons were off the charts.
"I hope he's wrong," Deb said, in a tone that displayed her own suspicions that her man might be right.
The women traded attacks and defenses, testing each other's guard but really using the moment to converse as well.
Oni tried to cheer her lover up. "Fred's training is off to a good start."
Deb's cloudy look seemed to brighten somewhat. Freddy was always a pleasant subject. "Oh? I wasn't sure you'd be able to deal damage to him. Not because you're not able to, but because you wouldn't want to hurt him."
"It's tough, believe me," Oni spoke while they sparred. "I gave him a bloody lip and a bloody nose and it nearly broke me. I'm getting used to it, though."
Deb chuckled as Oni landed a kick through her guard. She rolled with it, taking the sting out of the potent blow.
The ScSc worked as a performance enhancer, adding speed, agility, and power to their repertoire as they squared off in a competitive demonstration of skill. In a deadlier world, it was an advantage, not a cheat.
"Can I confide something in you, Deb?" Oni asked.
"Sure," the blond said, sensing the serious tone of the exotic beauty.
"I haven't told you much about our escape. I have told no one, but I thought you should know. Short version is I killed people in Thailand. It was in self-defense and I would do it again in an instant."
Deb looked at Oni and realized something. In all the time she knew the dark-eyed beauty crouched like a cat a few feet away, she'd never really competed with her particular skill-set. Oni had always fought with one hand tied behind her back.
"You were great with those daggers you pulled from your hair in the hotel," she spoke. "That's your primary fighting style, isn't it?"
Oni nodded. "Hand to hand is cool and all, but I took to knives like a bird to the sky. In the hotel, Fred's order was the only thing that kept me from killing those guys."
At that moment, Deb loved Oni. Knowing she'd never actually seen her at her best made the blond want to compete using Oni's choice of weaponry. Deb had a deep-seated need to see who was better. She chided herself for thinking about it.
Instead, the fit blond gave her friend a smile and a shrug. "Oni, it doesn't change the fact that I still want to lick your pussy."
The pair looked at each other for a few seconds before laughing.
