First Quest Dairy Princess

All characters are over the age of eighteen. Some just over, some are centuries over. The story takes place in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and occasionally in other dimensions and at other times. This takes place immediately after my story, "Committing to Z."

Enjoy...

I woke up around six am. Bedding my two new conquests had taken most of the night. My two glorious hours of sleep were spent learning with Z in my dreams. How to create a protective shield around my mind to keep others from reading my thoughts.

Her words of advice were not very comforting: "If you come into contact with something you don't understand, do not challenge it."

"It?"

"There are many things out there you may come into contact with. Some that would have ignored you previously will now acknowledge your existence since you carry a slight bit of my aura with you. Whatever you are dealing with, talk calmly, remind it that you are with me. That should help."

"Should help?"

"If you are talking, mentioning me can't hurt you. Things that are not bothered by my existence won't bother talking to you before they do what they want."

"That's not very comforting."

"I am confident my brave knight will survive. I'm not asking you to challenge a demon or trick an angel. You are seducing women--your particular specialty. I will protect you. I'll be with you soon enough to train you to protect yourself better. Additionally, I look forward to meeting these lovely ladies in person. Do not worry, focus on your mission, one by four, one by the end of the day. I'll talk to you after four pm. Good luck."

I opened my eyes; Heather was lying on my chest. Her soft breathing tickled me. I could feel Puppet by my feet. I slid out from underneath Heather gently. I made sure the pillow was tucked under her head. She looked sweet as she lay upon the bed. I walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my wild hair, my tired eyes as I pissed. I needed a shower. I need new clothes. I needed home. Just a brief stop before my mission. I walked back into the room.

Puppet was lying on the foot of the bed. Her blanket wrapped partially around her. One of her plump breasts was uncovered. She lay with her head on the side of the pillow. Her pouty lips were slightly open. My mind flashed to the image of those lips sucking on my cock. Then Heather sucking on her breasts. I could feel my shaft hardening. By the time I crossed the room, I was at half-mast. Ok, one quick delight, I said to myself.

I stood at the side of the bed my cock was next to her mouth. I rubbed the head along her open lips. I lightly tapped her cheek. Her eyelids slowly parted. My hand slid to the back of her head. "Open," my cock pressed against her parted lips. She smiled. Her mouth opened and moved onto my cock as I shoved her head toward me. "Good girl." I pumped my hips, pulling her head harder against my cock. My shaft got stiffer as I buried it in her mouth. She moaned. My hand grabbed her exposed breast, squeezing it firmly. "You have such a good mouth. Fuck you are good Puppet."

I fucked her mouth harder. My hand gripped her hair and scalp securely. I pulled her against me with each thrust. She was gasping and choking. I continued to push deeper into her. I pulled back slightly. She gasped for air through her nose. Slobber and saliva leaked out of her mouth. I felt her hand massaging my balls with the new lubricant. She rolled onto her back. This caused her head to tilt back. My cock slid easily into her throat. My balls pushed against her nose as I shoved into her. She moaned. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. I slid out so only the tip was in her mouth. She breathed in deeply. I felt the air rush around my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head. Fuck I was close. Mouth or pussy I thought quick.

'Mouth master,' I heard in my mind, 'don't want to wake sleeping beauty.' I didn't realize I had linked with her. She was right. I pumped my cock. I felt the tightening in my balls. The tickle grew. The tension blasted outward into my body. I came into her wanting mouth. I felt her swallow and sucking. I felt the tingle of magic between her lips and my cock. I saw the ripples of an orgasm jiggle her breasts. I could feel her contentment in her mind. Her reward for pleasing others, I thought. I slid myself out of her mouth. Her hands stroked my shaft. Sliding the cum and saliva off of it. Even this was amazing. I lingered, letting the wonderful touch course through my body. "I have to go," I whispered. "Tell your mistress I am gathering clothes and some of my stuff. I have errands to run and then have to work tonight. I will call later." Reluctantly, I stepped away from her silky mouth and smooth hands.

I grabbed my backpack and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I walked out the door. Fuck! She drove me here. My car is at the bar. I walked back to the bedroom. "Puppet, get dressed, drive me to my car."

She got up and walked to her room. She grabbed a towel and wrapped herself. "I don't need clothes, Master. This will do." She drove me to the bar with a towel around her.

"Take care of your mistress. You make her cum. Panties and a bra are all you wear today. Anyone who enters this house, you offer your body to them, understand."

"Yes, master." She smiled devilishly.

"Safely home, Puppet, no dilly-dallying."

Her face pouted, "Yes, Master."

I watched as the car pulled away. She is going to be a fun toy. I opened the bar and quickly straightened up. I left a note apologizing for not stocking. Then I drove home. As much as I enjoyed sharing a bed with two horny girls that do whatever I say, there is no place like home. I lay on my bed. I faded quickly. I even asked Z to let me sleep. "You have your mission: two girls by the end of the night, one by four. I will let you sleep."

My alarm sounded at ten thirty. I mentally planned the day as I got showered and ready. Two and a half hours' sleep. Yes, this was going to be a fun day.

My first stop was the bank. I walked in and up to the line. I let a lady go in front of me so I could get the teller I wanted.

"Next," said an exhausted voice.

"Hello, Miss. Come here often?"

She looked up, "Sko," a smile crossed her face. She looked tired, nonetheless.

Juliet was the wife of a local real estate investor. The guy made a substantial amount of money. They had a family, three kids. When he turned fifty, he left her for his twenty-seven-year-old secretary. During the divorce, the feds began investigating his business practices. It turns out that he has been involved in some shady deals. They stepped in and took all his money right before Juliet got any in settlement. Fortunately, their kids had all been through college and were grown. Juliet was left with nothing. He tried to flee to some Caribbean Island but was caught with a bundle of cash and some drugs. Last I heard, he was doing 20 years in some prison somewhere.

Juliet ended up broke. They seized all assets and left her high and dry. She got a job at the bank to rebuild her life. She came to the bar quite often. She mostly kept to herself. We talked about life and the future. She was sad that she was alone, trying to piece together money for her future. She lived in an apartment around the corner. I had driven her home a few times when she had one too many. We flirted often, but nothing ever happened. I was here to set up a meeting with her tonight.

She glanced up at the clock. "You're here early." Before noon is actually early for me, I'm usually scrambling in before they close at four. The advantage is it's dead then. Today was busy.

"You know me, early bird and all. Looking sexy as always, Juliet."

"You flatter a girl. What is today's business?"

"Withdraw, but I need a balance inquiry."

"I'm guessing no slip?"

I smiled, "I always forget."

"I think you do so on purpose."

"I like spending more time with you."

"You know I have your account number memorized from all the times you..." She had been typing and stopped. She started to whisper, "Holy shit, Sko. You have a quarter million in here."

I was stunned. Z told me she had put some money in my account for expenses. Two hundred fifty thousand was a lot of expenses. I recovered quickly, "Bonds musta have matured from when I was born. Good investments." I smiled. She looked at me wearily. I guess the sudden appearance of money reminded her of her ex-husband. Yeah, this was tough to explain to her. I laughed, "Just kidding, a relative passed. His house was sold. I'm the executor. I was expecting a transfer, which is why I made the inquiry. I didn't realize they would deposit the entire amount at once. I have to divvy up among cousins and stuff. I'll get some of it. I didn't realize it was going to be that much. I'd better call the attorney."

She nodded as if it were a common occurrence. Thank god. "You should talk to the investor about spreading it among different accounts." I've got to love Juliet, always looking out for me.

"I should, but not today. I have some things to attend to. Let me withdraw, um... let's make it five thousand."

"That much cash?" I thought quickly.

"3 cousins, a niece and a nephew, local plus others out there. That will give them some spending money until I can get their accounts and have them all transferred properly. Make sure they know I'm not holding back. Can you print out the amount that was transferred so I can show them? Let's throw in another five hundred for me. So, five thousand five hundred. In hundreds will be fine." I was making it up as I went along. I had no idea how much money someone with that kind of wealth would carry. I figured that was a nice round number.

"Oh, ok, no worries," she said. I guess I picked a reasonable amount. "Give me a minute. Fill this out while I collect things." She handed me a slip with my account already on it. I started writing.

As I finished, the scent of deep woods and earthiness crept into my nostrils. I turned to see an old man in all black standing in line. He had a long, dark beard. His head was covered by an old floppy hat. In this area of Jersey, we have people called 'Pineys.' The term refers to people who live in the woods and rarely come out. They are similar in nature to hillbillies or mountain folk of other areas. The only thing is that in NJ, there are no mountains or even hills in this area. There are pine trees and sandy soil. The area is called the Pine Barrens. Hence the name 'Pineys.' Pineys are rough folk. They often live separately from society. His clothes appeared to be from another century. Something about him had me on edge. His sharp eyes were focused elsewhere. I followed his intense gaze.

Two tellers down, a man in a ball cap leaned awkwardly on the counter. His cap pulled down, he leaned in close as he talked. I focused on this man. He nervously looked around. I recognized him as Big Jim. The guy was nothing but trouble. I had flagged him from the bar a few years back. I noticed a gun in his hand. Oh shit!

'It's not loaded.' Flashed in my mind. I looked immediately at the old man. He was glaring at me now. I closed my mind.

Juliet took the slip. She handed me an envelope full of cash. "Juliet hit the alarm, the bank is being robbed," I whispered. "Two tellers down."

"Um, ok, Sko."

"Stay calm. Whatever happens, duck behind the counter. You'll be ok." I looked at the old man, then back at Jim. 'The gun is not loaded,' flashed in my closed mind. I looked around and saw a post holding up the rope for the line. Jim whirled around suddenly.

"Nobody be stupid, this is a robbery. Everybody on the ground or I'll shoot." People scrambled down.

The old man didn't move. He stared at him, "Gotta have bullets to do that, sonny," he said in a weird accent. Jim just stared at him. I felt a distant fear flood into being; 'How does he know?' came an indistinct, distant thought.

"Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the old man. "Give me the money bitch," Jim yelled at the teller. He pointed at the manager. "Get all the money from the safe." I grabbed the post with my hand as I started to move, as if I were lying down.

"You can't carry all that money, ninny," said the old man, hunched over, "best to take what ya got and git before the constables get here in about a minute." I could feel the tension of the moment. I was not afraid, but somewhere, nerves were twitching; they were not mine.

"Shut up, old man, or I'll blast ya. Get moving, manager." The manager stared at him, then moved slowly toward the vault. Another teller handed Jim some money; her eyes were glazed with fear.

"Tough to 'blast me' with no bullets, moron. I hear the sirens," the old man said, "Oh, they just stopped, must be closer than I thought." I could sense fear increasing. Panic was taking over. But it wasn't me. My hand was locked on the post, ready to spring. Adrenaline filled me. My muscles relaxed. My breathing steadied. I was a tiger ready to pounce.

Jim looked at the old man. Then at the window facing the road. He started moving to the door. 'Hit him when he falls.' I heard in my head. Jim scrambled toward the door, looking at the old man. The gun hung in his hand. One of the posts holding the line up fell forward, tangling around his feet. Jim tumbled to the ground. The gun went flying toward the door. I shot up and came down with the metal post right on his head. He collapsed back down. I rushed over and stood on the gun. Jim struggled to stand, his eyes glazed over. He looked at the crowd, then at the old man, and finally at me. I held the metal pole like a batter waiting for the pitch. I was swaying back and forth. I could feel my muscles tighten as I anticipated his move. I felt so alive right at that moment. But I detected fear and anguish. I sensed failure. I recognized all of that, but not in me.

Jim murmured something and ran for the door. He got two steps out the door. I heard voices screaming at him.

Moments later, two state troopers burst in with guns drawn. I dropped the pole and raised my hands. "You got him, troop. He dropped his gun. I'm standing on it." The trooper, at gunpoint, ordered me to turn around and put my hands against the wall. I listened. I heard him come up behind me. He cuffed me quickly. Half the bank started talking. I just stood still. After a few moments, the trooper removed the cuffs.

He apologized and shook my hand. "Can't take chances. Hell of a job knocking him. Mighty brave of you."

"Well, the gun wasn't loaded."

"How do you know that?" 'A voice in my head told me troop' would have gotten me in the rubber-padded room.

"I could tell by the way he was holding it. Plus, the Piney agitating him said it."

"Piney?"

I looked around and didn't see the old man. "Umm, well, he was here a few minutes ago."

I could hear the manager saying that Jim was talking crazy, telling some old man to shut up, but nobody said anything. The manager described Jim as looking around as if he were seeing things and mumbling.

'They couldn't hear me' flashed in my head.

I focused on the source and spoke in my mind. 'Who are you?'

'None your worry. Ain't talkin' wit no law. We will meet.' Suddenly, I felt nothing. A Trooper was talking to me. He was someone I knew from the bar.

"Sko, you good man?"

"Huh? Ah... Yeah. All good."

"Hell of a job, man. Detective is gonna want to talk to you."

"Shit, I'm kinda in a hurry," I said.

"Sorry, Hero."

"Shit, it was nothing, guy tripped, I took my shot."

"Hell, the bank people ain't saying that, and the video shows Sko in action."

"Can I head over there with the tellers? I wanna check to make sure they are ok."

"Hang tight, I'll see what I can do."

He did, but it wasn't much. I was escorted to a room and sat there alone. Nobody talked to me. I mentally reached out to Z but got nothing. Then there were questions. Then a discussion. Then a recorded statement. Then a follow-up. It was two hours before I got out of there. I agreed to follow up with them tomorrow morning.

I finally got to talk to Juliet before I left. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Good, I was scared, but then it passed. Holy shit you were amazing. Action Sko."

"It was nothing. Just a gut reaction. So, what happens with you now?" I was looking at my watch; it was 2 pm. I started to try to scan her mind. Every bank employee interrupted me to thank me. She and I never got to speak again alone. Finally, I opted for the next chance. A district manager was coming to the branch manager, and I was asked to wait. "Hey, I gotta run, stop by the bar tonight, we'll talk."

"Will do, Thanks, Sko. We owe you. I owe you."

"Anytime." I slipped out quickly to my car, then raced five minutes across town. I reached out to Z, but there was nothing.

Fuck. Fortunately, my number one prospect was probably easier, and the timing was perfect. Most of the work was done with her.

Sarah was an orphan. She was in and out of the system for years. She applied to the bar a while back. She was too young to serve liquor, so this limited her prospects for making money. She worked as a dishwasher and barback for a few months. We talked a lot when it was slow. She was a young teen girl with boy troubles. I was an adult male who listened to her without an agenda. The older brother she never had. She always fell for the wrong guys. They used her and ditched her. I gave her advice. She was bored washing dishes and hauling ice. I helped get her a job at a dairy bar. A milk bartender, I joked with her. A dairy princess. It turned out to be the perfect fit. She did great. The owner let her run the place. Her last foster parents sponsored her for independent living. She had been on her own in an apartment since she was seventeen. I stopped in now and then to say hi. We had the same relationship. Me listening and doling out advice.

Six months ago, I had been out at the mall. I saw two sexy girls in Fredrick's of Hollywood. They were looking at panties. One brunette was facing me. The other, long blonde hair, had the sexiest ass I had seen in a long time. I tried to walk in nonchalantly. "Sko," screamed the girl with the hot ass and grabbed on to me. The other girl was all flirtatious. I froze as I hugged the unknown beauty. When I released her, she took a step back. It was Sarah. I realized then that I had never seen her outside of work. It was always with her hair up, no makeup, dressed in some nothing work clothes or frumpy uniform. Nothing revealed what a hot young woman she had become. Here in the mall, I saw her dolled up and dressed for a night of excitement. She was also seventeen off-limits. Rule #17: No girl is worth going to jail for.

I bought her and her friend food. We chatted as older brothers do with their younger siblings. But my perspective of her changed that night. Over the next six months, my visits increased. I talked to her about returning to the bar. At eighteen, she could serve liquor. In a few months, she could be bartending. I would teach her all she needed to know.

She turned eighteen a month ago. I had been out of town for her birthday. I sent a card with my apologies. I promised to make it up to her. I had not seen her since. Sometimes things get in the way of important things. Now I had a chance to give her more incentive and possibly a different position. After lunch, the dairy bar died till around four. I got there at two fifteen. There was one group of guys paying the lunch bill as I walked in. Sarah was flirting with them. She turned as the bell rang on the door.

"Hey sunshine," I said.

"Sko!" Her face went all smiley. "It has been too long." She ran up to me and jumped into my arms. I caught her. She wrapped herself around me. I gave her a big hug. I noticed the guys staring at me, agitated as I set her down. I nodded. I could sense disappointment from them. What was that all about? "Chocolate shake?"