Arlene and JeffChapter 230
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The Retreat
“We need to talk.”
To a married man, those can be the most dreaded words in the English language.
A few minutes earlier, Diana had asked her husband to walk with her. Apparently oblivious, he put his arm around his mate as they walked through the building, checked out the school and its labs, eventually winding up at an alcove on the little-used third floor of the building. After sitting in a window seat, Jeff pulled her onto his lap. The two gazed out at the grounds, the lawn fresh with spring green, and the abyss that bordered that side of the Retreat perhaps a hundred yards from where they sat.
“So, what do we need to talk about, Lover? Are my wives too sore this morning? Are we going to have the discussion about babies again?”
“No and no,” she said, snuggling into his arms. “I just need you to do something for me,” she, oh so sweetly, said.
“So, who have you picked to be a second wife for Morales?” he asked, deadpan.
“Darnit, Jeff. How did you know that?” she whined as she sat a bit straighter in his lap to stare into his eyes.
“Well, it wasn’t hard to fathom. We went to see Jasmine because she wanted to talk to you, then you kept bringing wives to me last night, only allowing a couple at a time to join into a daisy chain, so I would actually fuck more of them than usual. And you refused to be part of a daisy chain at all until every last one of my wives were worn out – or unconscious. Then, you gave me the most loving blowjob I could ever have dreamed of.”
“But I love you...”
“And I, you, Woman, but you wouldn’t touch any of those I was making love to until the very last, lest you succumb and be out. You wanted to make our loving linger and be extra special for me – and you did.” With a chuckle, he went on, “I think I’m in need of your famous pussy cream today. My dick is still a bit tender. Back to the question, though: who have you picked to be Morales’ second wife?”
Diana snuggled into his arms again. “I think it would be better if I tell you the whole story first. Okay?”
“I’m all ears, Baby,” he replied as he ran his hand under her top to caress a breast.
“So, prostitutes for wives, hmmmm?” he said a few minutes later when she had finished telling him about what she and Jasmine had discussed. “Gotta admit, prostitutes for wives is a bit different, even for you,” he said with a snigger.
“Jeff, stop and think about it. Sure, they sold themselves, but what about the college environment? Oh, I know that some very few don’t have sex while attending college, or if they do, they stick with one guy, fall in love and all that, but a lot of girls sleep – hook up I suppose the more modern term is – with a different guy almost every night. We’re not talking about dates as such, just hookups. Dance with someone at a party, and ten minutes later they fuck, then go on their separate ways. Many times, from what I’ve read, they sometimes don’t even remember the other person’s name, or perhaps don’t even ask, particularly if they’re drunk and at a party – just find a room and do it. How many guys do those girls go through in four years’ time?
“According to what Morales understood, those two call girls were very expensive and quite exclusive in their choice of partners. So, they had sex with a select few men, and from what they told Morales, they always used condoms. He was the exception, and even then, it was after they got to know him. Darnit, Jeff, they paid their own way through a very well-respected college. And from what Morales said, they made excellent grades. I’m just worried that they’ve graduated, found jobs and have gone on with their lives – no telling where.
“Jasmine was adamant that they probably had far fewer sex partners than some of the more promiscuous college girls with their hookups. The only thing ‘wrong’ with them is that they charged for sex rather than giving it away.
“She says that Morales’ voice changes when he mentions Ashley and Christine. She thinks that he is already (still) in love with them and it seems obvious from the girls’ actions – freebies and weekends spent with him – that they think there is something special about him, too. Jeff, Morales was an Alpha even then. Oh, he’s been enhanced now, but the basic characteristics were there when he was paying for sex with Ashley and Christine. When he did pay for it. Jasmine thinks he has played down just how many times they spent time with him without charging him. I suspect that Mazarella was paying him well, despite what Morales says. He was the big shot’s personal bodyguard and saved his life more than once. Baby, exclusive call girls are expensive. Yet, according to him, they sometimes even spent the weekend with him – free of charge. Darnit, Jeff. They had feelings for him. I just know they did. Nothing else makes sense.”
“Look,” the Prime said with a sigh, “I’m not the one that you have to convince. The General controls the portal...”
“But we can go there with Ship...”
“And you know very damn well that I’m not going to try to sneak past my boss. He’s been too good to me for me to screw over him now.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean that, and you know it. But ... I’m not going to ... play fair and give him a chance to say no, either.”
“Oh, shit. I think I know what you’re thinking. Di ... you’re a romantic...”
“ ... Says the man with seventeen wives. I’m going to talk to Barbara and Ellen. If I can get them on board with this, we might have a chance with the General.”
“Or you might make an enemy out of him for trying to do an end run on him.”
“So, you won’t help?” she said in that voice as she nuzzled his neck.
“Don’t start,” he grumped. “My dick is sore and I know that your pussy must be too. You have me convinced – or at least fucked into submission,” he said as he tried to dodge a pinch. “Ouch.”
Finally getting control of her hands, he said, “But, Di. Seriously, go easy with this. Henry is a good guy, but he’s been a General a long time. He has a lot more to consider about 2214 than just Morales’ life. That damn booster station, or whatever it is, for one. I too, think Morales needs another wife or two. Hell, he’s an enhanced Alpha, so his dick is going to stay hard a lot of the time, but think about how much Whitworth has already allowed extra for a lifetime prisoner. I strongly suggest that you go slow with this.”
“But, Baby. We can’t. It’s graduation time. If the girls are as smart as Morales seems to think, some company will snatch them up, and they might not even be interested in Morales anymore. Chances are, if they’re some type of engineer, there will be great salaries and probably some good-looking guys that will want to date Ashley and Christine. We have to move on this if we have a chance of it working. It might be too late already.”
“Okay. Okay. I can see your point – well, Jasmine’s point – I don’t really have a dog in this fight. But ... the General does – well, so to speak. No telling how much hassle it will be just to find the girls, let alone convince them to ... what? They’re supposed to go on a one-way trip that we can’t even talk about until they undergo a process to ensure that they won’t be able to discuss this with anyone. It’s hard enough to sell that to someone who is already here at the Retreat, let alone totally away from our environment. They have absolutely no frickin’ reason to trust us enough to be blocked. And without being blocked, they can’t be told about twenty-two fourteen – or Morales.
“I can just see me standing on their doorstep saying, ‘I know that you don’t know me, but I need you to be blocked so you can’t tell anyone anything that I’m going to tell you.’ Yeah ... now that’s going to go over really well.”
“You’re being pessimistic,” Diana accused. “And you know what needs to be mentioned first.”
At Jeff’s raised eyebrow, “Something to the effect of, Morales needs your help, I suppose...”
Fifteen minutes later, Diana had gone to visit Barbara and Ellen. Jeff, worried, was sitting in General Whitworth’s office.
Whitworth sat there staring at his Colonel while realizing just how tense Jeff was as he explained what Jasmine, and consequently, Diana, wanted. For the first time that the General could remember, Jeff was letting a perfectly good cup of coffee grow cold while he explained Diana’s – well, Jasmine’s – idea.
When Jeff finished – finally winding down, as the General considered it – the Prime took his first sip of the now stone-cold coffee. After casting a guilty glance at his superior, Jeff got up to dump the coffee into the sink and pour another cup for each of them.
“I know it’s a lame brain idea, Sir, but Morales is an Alpha and now, an enhanced Alpha...”
“And he’s going to either screw his wife’s brains out, or he needs another wife or two. The fact that he’s living on a prison planet and is himself a lifetime prisoner, notwithstanding, I suppose,” Whitworth grumped.
It was obvious that the General wasn’t pleased – far from it – but he had used the word “needs” rather than “wants,” which Jeff thought might be an indication that Whitworth was not entirely against the plan.
“Sir, too bad that we can’t record Morales asking the girls to come to visit him, but Jasmine rather desperately hopes that she can surprise her husband with, as she worded it, a ‘fait accompli’. But ... come to think of it, we could show the girls some footage of him... and the wolves and Jasmine. How that will go over is anybody’s guess, but I can’t think of anything reasonable that would have a chance of working.
“Look, Sir. I’ll gladly finance the private investigator and whatever else it takes to find them...”
Both sat quietly for a while before the General snarled out, “I’ll send my people to approach them. I don’t trust a private investigator to do it.”
“I...” Jeff began as he prepared to further push for his case before he realized what the General had said. Wisely shutting his mouth, the Prime sat staring at his boss.
Whitworth took out a cigar and the little box that contained his cutter and cigar lighter. After cutting the end of the cigar and lighting it, he returned the tools, pushed back from his desk so he could prop his feet on it, and drew on the cigar again.
“I suggest that we make an effort to block them before we go too far with this. If they won’t allow the block after mentioning Morales’ name, then they probably aren’t the ones he needs for wives. Let them watch some of the videos of Morales’ adventures, then tell them that you can’t show or tell them anything further until they’re blocked while assuring them that they will be returned to their lives even if they refuse, of course. Who knows? The whole thing might be shit-canned shortly after my people introduce themselves, but if the call girls actually love him, they should be receptive. But ... if they do have feelings for him and they don’t have significant others, well ... who the hell knows?
“Oh, yeah. I want to talk to them if we find them and everything works out, including their accepting the block. I want to make damn sure they understand just what they’re getting themselves into.”
Jeff let out a long sigh. “When you think about it, there are far too many ifs in this thing for it to ever work.”
Whitworth stared at his Colonel before quietly asking, “Diana is probably talking to my wives as we speak, right?”
Jeff hesitated. “Could very well be, Sir.”
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