“Step out of the vehicle!” The authoritarian command barked over the low growl of the Hummer’s engine, a voice filled with sheer determination and command even though it was carried by the falsetto of a pre-teen girl’s voice. “Step out of the vehicle, and keep your hands in sight! This is your one and only warning!”
“Ow, I think I bruised my butt!” Rachel levered herself up from the foot well behind my seat, her fingertips lightly brushing my shoulders as she pulled herself back up onto the seat.
“I think that your butt will survive,” Lam replied with amusement as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned into her foot well to gather a few small items that had slid off the seat during our wild ride.
Megan rolled down the passenger window and stuck her head through the opening. “Don’t shoot, we’re coming out! Everyone stay cool, we’re friendlies!” As she sat back in her seat her fingers fluttered at the front of her camouflage jacket, working the buttons through the holes as she tried to make herself presentable. “Do exactly as they say,” she advised us as she gave her jacket one more tug. “They’re already keyed up, and if you startle them then they’ll probably shoot first and ask questions later.” She paused for a second with her hand on the door latch and peered at me. “You should be extra-careful here,” she added quietly in a voice pitched low enough for only me to hear. “Given what’s going on…”
“Right.” I pried my stiff fingers from the steering wheel, turned off the Hummer, and the throaty growl of the engine was replaced by the faint tick-tick-tick of the oil pan as it started to cool. I slowly opened the door, making sure that every movement was precise, exact, doing everything in my power not to startle anyone. As the girls piled out of the vehicle I stretched, took a deep breath to calm my jittery nerves, spared one more glance at the looming building before us, and slowly slid out of the driver’s seat.
The second my feet hit the grass the effect on the guards was instantly electric. When I appeared before the small band of well-armed girls on the lawn I could feel the tension ratchet up a few notches. “Threat!” I heard the authoritarian voice shout in recognition as a dozen weapons zeroed in on my chest and more than half a dozen safety clicks clacked in the still air. “Get down on the ground! Now!!!”
“No, don’t!” Rachel dashed over to my side and wrapped her arms around my waist. “No, he’s okay! Don’t shoot!”
“He is not a Feral, please do not make any rash decisions!” Lam added calmly yet firmly, her voice surprisingly loud as she took up a position on my other side.
“I said get down! This is your last warning!” The authoritarian voice punctuated her order by racking the slide of her pistol, adding to the small arsenal pointed at me – and, by way of their proximity, both Rachel and Lam. A part of me rose up and I had to fight the urge to unsling my own shotgun and order them to get down, but a quick glance at the boiling Colonel told me that would be a Very Bad Idea.
“Everyone calm the fuck down!” The Colonel’s little-girl voice roared over the chaos, snapping everyone’s attention to her in an instant. The tiny redhead moved into a position that was not exactly between me and the guns, her spine straight as she drew herself up to her full not-quite-four-foot-tall height yet managing to exude a command presence that made it clear she believed herself to be in charge. “Rachel, Doc, step back! Mike, just get on your knees and put your hands behind your head. Y’all, just keep those fingers off the triggers, we don’t want any accidents! Now then, I am Colonel Megan Brittney McCrea, and so far I don’t see any scrambled eggs or eagle pins, so I guess I got the biggest swinging dick here. So who’s in charge of this little party?”
“Brittney?” Rachel whispered into my side.
“Not now!” I hissed.
As I tried to pry Rachel from my waist (an impossible task as she clung to me like a lamprey) and Lam actually did the exact opposite of Meg’s order and slid closer, a small, slim African-American girl stepped from the crowd and moved over to the Marine. She was about the same height as Rachel, barely coming up to my ribs, and was thin almost to the point of being gaunt. Her mocha-colored skin popped against the white tee-shirt and yellow shorts that she wore, and most of her face was concealed behind a mass of long, curly, wet-black locks that cascaded from the top of her head and gleamed in the bright, hazy light from the spots.
The entire crowd held its collective breath as the two girls stared at each other for a moment, and then leaned in close to exchange an inaudible but heated discussion. Both paused for a moment to glance in my general direction, the Marine’s face impassive and her opposite’s a combination of hostile/suspicious, before returning to their low-grade argument. Evidently the Colonel won the debate, because the mocha-skinned girl scrunched her face into a mask of disgust and made a chopping motion with the gargantuan pistol she held clenched in her hand. “Fine, fine!” she groused as she took a step back. “Just remember, he’s your responsibility. Okay, everyone stand down!” She half turned and made a pushing-down motion with her hands to the well-armed guards, who slowly and reluctantly lowered the barrels of their rifles and pistols to the ground. “Stand down, we’re back on alert status. Jacoby, make sure the gate is secured and then make a post sweep. Mac, get in this… thing…” she added, waving a general hand in the direction of the Hummer, “and pull it out of the way somewhere. Everyone back to your posts, and stay alert. We made a lot of noise, so keep your eyes open and your weapons ready. Now, then,” she finally said as she turned her attention towards the two girls and I, “let’s get this all sorted out. Who are you, and what are we going to do with you?”
“Doc, c’mon,” Megan said as she stepped over to Lam, gently grasped the Asian girl’s arm, and gave a light tug. “We’ve got some important people to see. Special Agent Moore will take care of them.”
“I…” Lam actually shrank a little closer to me, eyeing the African-American girl before us with undisguised suspicion. “I will accompany you, just as soon as I am satisfied that both Rachel and Michael are taken care of,” she finally said as she crossed her arms defiantly and actually leaned against me.
“Doc…” Megan sighed in frustration, ran her fingers through her unruly mop, and cast a frustrated-sheepish look at the gun-wielding girl before her. “She’s been like this ever since we set down in Virginia,” she said by way of explanation.
“I’m not worried about her, or you, or even blondie over there,” Agent Moore replied, her face hard and suspicious. “I’m more concerned with… him.”
I felt myself redden as I felt more than a few pairs of eyes focus in on my lanky form. “I’m okay, you don’t need to worry about me,” I said. Turning to Rachel, I futilely tried to pry her vice-like grip from around my waist once more. “Rach, c’mon honey, just let go. They won’t do anything bad to me.”
“No!” the blonde boa constrictor shouted defiantly as she tightened her grip even further. “Wherever you go, I’m going!”
“And wherever those two go, I will go as well,” added Lam as she wrapped her arms around my waist as well. “He is important, I need him for my research.”
“Jesus mother fucking Christ on a crutch!” For a moment the Colonel looked as if she were about to throw the mother of all little-girl temper tantrums, but instead took a deep, cleansing breath, raked her fingers through her unruly red mop, and turned back to Agent Moore. “Look, can’t we just stick them somewhere until we get all this sorted out? I feel kinda weird arguing about this in front of that,” she added as she waved her hand vaguely in the direction of imposing, columned building just up the driveway from us.
“I…” Agent Moore’s face twisted as if she tasted something sour, and she glanced first at us and then at the dimly-lit entrance to the White House. “I think that I can find someplace to stash you people while we get this sorted out,” she finally said. “But they aren’t going in armed!”
“If you think I’m giving up my gun, you’ve got another thing coming,” I replied in an easy tone that contained an undercurrent of steel. “I won’t shoot anyone, I won’t threaten anyone, I won’t even hold it in front of me. But I’m not running around unarmed, not with the way things are!”
“Mike,” Megan sighed in a world-weary tone.
Agent Moore grumbled and cast one last suspicious look at me, and evidently decided that arguing the point wasn’t worth the effort. She stepped to one side and moved across the sodden grass, waving her gun-free hand as an indication to follow. “Stay close and don’t go wandering off,” she growled as she stepped onto the asphalt.
As we made our way up the driveway I tried to take in everything. It was apparent that the Event had hit the most secure building in the world just as hard as it had hit everything else – bloodstains and bullet holes pocked the front of the pristine white walls, and several of the columns looked as though they had been peppered with explosive shrapnel. Squatting squarely at the peak of the driveway was a make-shift bunker, a semi-circle of sandbags manned by two tiny, feminine forms who literally swam in their uniforms and who were dwarfed by the large, lethal looking machinegun pointing threateningly at the gate we had blasted through mere moments before. Both mini-soldiers affixed us with stunned, almost astonished gazes as we moved around them, and the moment we passed I could hear them whispering. “I think that they didn’t expect us,” I said quietly to the blonde octopus that was still affixed to my side.
“I think they were staring at you, Mikey,” Rachel whispered back.
“I believe that they are more astonished that you were not attacking them,” Lam added softly. I cast a quick look at the doctor, and saw that she was peering at the staring soldiers, her gaze thoughtful. As we stepped inside and our damp shoes squeaked on the marble floor, she quickly glanced around and leaned in closer. “Do not worry, I will not let them hurt you,” she promised.
“Hurt me?” I peered at Lam in confusion, more astonished at her claim of protection than anything else. What the fuck is going on here? “Uhm, thanks,” I said quietly, “but I think I’ll be okay.”
The entrance hall was a beehive of activity as a legion of little girls moved in and out of the side doors and the arched hallway, every single one sporting a strained expression as they focused on the business of the apocalypse. One side of the hall sported a series of collapsible tables, each one piled with supplies and military hardware, while a series of cots took up the other. The normally smooth walls were littered with tacked maps, charts, and spreadsheets, each one affixed to the walls with tiny pins. Radios crackled above the low buzz of the organized chaos as the dozen or so little girls tried to maintain some semblance of control.
Still, I could tell that both Rachel and Lam were correct – as Megan moved through the crowd as if she belonged (and indeed, almost seemed to stride as if she owned the building), every time one of the girls spotted me their steps seemed to falter ever-so-slightly, their conversations would cease, and they would stare in astonishment in my general direction. As the Colonel and Agent Moore paused to hold another quick, quiet debate, I watched as a tiny blonde in an Army jacket ran face-first into a tiny Latino girl, their collision a result of both staring at me instead of watching their steps, and both sets of eyes remained locked on me as they picked themselves up. Indeed, I could feel the weight the girls’ gazes crawling over my body, and I suddenly felt self-conscious at becoming the unwanted center of attention.
“This way,” Agent Moore said sourly, and we turned right and entered a small room off the main hall. “Wait here,” she said as the four of us stepped deeper into the room, our eyes wide and our mouths agape as we tried to take in everything. “I’m going to let people know what’s happening. Somebody will be by to get you soon.” She paused for a second and suddenly one corner of her mouth curled down in annoyance as she glanced around the room for a moment. “Try not to touch anything,” she added as she shut the door.
“Jesus Christ,” Rachel said quietly as she finally disengaged from my waist and the blood flow began to return to my lower half. “It’s like we’re in a museum!”
“It is a museum,” Lam interjected. The tiny Asian girl dropped her small bag near one wall and walked along a bank of recessed shelves, her fingertips running across the expensive-looking wood. “In a sense, that is. This is the China Room. It is where they display the State China.”
“It’s beautiful!” Rachel remarked as she stared intently at the gilded and painted dinnerware.
“Don’t get too close,” Megan remarked. The tiny redhead seemed to relax for the moment as she slid across the oriental carpet and took a seat in a tall chair beneath an elaborate, historic-looking portrait that took up the space between two curtained windows. “You break it, you bought it. And some of this stuff is really old and really expensive.”
“I wasn’t going to touch anything,” the blond snapped over her shoulder, and then leaned in for a better look at a large, ornate dinner plate.
I slid into the seat opposite the Marine, glanced at the pair quietly discussing something in front of the china, and leaned in close. “So, what’s the play here?” I asked as discreetly as I could. “I mean, they did not look happy to see me. How do we handle this?”
Megan glanced at the pair, and then she too leaned in close. “I have no fucking idea,” she admitted. “I’ve only been here a couple of times, and once was to get a medal from the President back in ’07. I don’t think my past experiences will do us much good now, especially since…” She trailed off as she glanced at the curtains, making her opinion of the world outside clear.
“Right. Okay.” I leaned back in the chair, my mind a whirl of uncertainty. As long as we were trying to get here, we were a team, I thought as I tried to don a mask of impassivity. But now, since we accomplished Megan’s – the Colonel’s – mission, she won’t need us anymore. They have absolutely no reason to let us stay. I glanced over at Lam and Rachel, and my heart actually thudded in my chest as the implications of our new situation started to sink in. Rachel’s safe for now, but how safe can I make her out there? I thought as I chewed the inside of my cheek as my gaze slid over to the tiny, brilliant Asian girl as she leaned in close and pointed something out to her blonde counterpart. And Lam’s been acting as if she’s just as close to me as Rachel… how will she react to being left behind? I turned my attention back to Megan, and we let the low buzz of the other two’s conversation wash over us as we stared at each other.
“What are you thinking?” the tiny redhead asked, her face inscrutable.
“Nothing important,” I replied. I have to be careful here…
“Whoop!” Megan and I turned and watched Rachel carefully place the large, gilded, uber-expensive dinner plate back onto a shelf. She looked at the tense Lam beside her, and then turned to us. “No problem here, I caught it.”
“I thought I told you to leave them alone!” the Marine said peevishly.
“I caught it!” Rachel snapped.
“Why do you have to get into everything?”
“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Rachel hissed as she stamped her foot in frustration and glared at the shorter redhead.
The Marine leapt from her chair, her green eyes flashing with rage as she glared at the tiny blonde. She opened her mouth to speak… only to be interrupted by a quick knock at the door. We stood and gathered in a loose cluster in the center of the room as the door opened and Agent Moore entered, followed by a small gaggle of tiny, hard-faced girls surrounding one last figure. She stood out from the gaggle like a black iris among a sea of dark blue makeshift suits – her skin was a creamy brown and her jet-black hair twisted behind her neck in a French braid that fell down her back. Her brown eyes were wide, luminous pools that seemed to draw me in, and after a quick glance at my companions she affixed me with her stare.
“Madame President,” Agent Moore said, “this is Michael Doyle, Rachel Gillespie, Doctor Lam Tran, and Colonel Megan McCrea. Everyone, this is President Lillian Ramos.”
I felt my spine stiffen at the realization that we were meeting the (acting) leader of the free world, and Rachel slid closer as she sought comfort in my protective height. Lam merely looked on impassively as always… while Megan drew herself up to her almost-four-foot height and stiffened to attention. “Ma’am!” she acknowledged firmly as she snapped a salute.
“Uhm… at ease.” The president’s voice was soft, almost tentative, and she flashed an uncertain look at a small blue-eyed blonde beside her. She pushed her way through the mass of Secret Service agents and moved closer, coming to a stop in front of the Colonel – although her glances in my direction made clear the item in the room that she found most interesting. “Colonel, I want to thank you for bringing Doctor Tran to us. I don’t know how much she could help us right now, but you… acquitted yourself magnificently.”
“It was my pleasure, ma’am!” Colonel McCrea spread her feet slightly and clasped her hands behind her back, her upper body and jaw tense and tight. “I was just following my orders!”
“Nonsense, you did wonderfully. Really, you deserve a medal for your heroic actions.” A corner of the President’s mouth turned up in amusement as she added, “That is, if we actually had any sort of time for a medal ceremony. Or if we knew of any survivors who could make the medals.”
“Yes, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”
“You’re welcome. And you must be Doctor Tran,” she said as she turned her attention to Lam.
“Yes, indeed.” Lam moved in front of Rachel and me to stand next to the Colonel, who remained at parade rest but allowed her eyes to follow the action. Lam leaned in and peered at the taller girl as the pair shook hands, and I saw a faint blush grace the President’s cheeks as she came under the Asian girl’s intense scientific scrutiny. “Hmm,” Lam said as she cocked her head to one side.
“Yes, well,” the President retrieved her hand and took a step back to reestablish some semblance of personal space. “Your country thanks you for coming to our aid in this… time of crisis.” The pause would have been imperceptible if it weren’t for the fact that every pair of eyes were focused in on her, and for a heartbeat the willowy Latina seemed to almost wilt under the attention. Another quick glance at the blonde girl behind her, and she managed to regain a measure of her authority. “I look forward to hearing what… conclusions, and any solutions, you might be able to… shed… on this… thing.” The President’s blush intensified as she struggled for the proper words to say.
“It would be my pleasure, Madame President,” Lam replied. The tiny Asian girl hesitated for a moment and spared Rachel and I a quick glance, and then turned back to the girl before her. “I do have to say that having Michael along has provided me with great insights.”
“Ah yes,” the President said, clearly relieved at being able to move away from the stiff, formal protocols for the moment. “Mister Doyle, Miss Gillespie, I have to thank you for assisting Colonel McCrea and Doctor Tran to reach us safely. Your country owes you a debt of gratitude.”
“It was our pleasure… Ma’am.” I hesitated and stumbled over the words, completely unsure of the proper way to greet a girl who looked no older than eleven and stood a full foot shorter than I, and yet was the ultimate civilian authority in what was left in the nation. “I… It is an honor to meet you, ma’am,” I stammered lamely as I held out my hand. Jesus, you’re so fucking stupid…
“It’s an honor to meet you as well.” President Ramos took my hand and squeezed, and then leaned in slightly. “And yeah, this is just as weird for me,” she added, her words so quiet that only I could hear them. For a single instant she dropped the formal stiffness and grinned in amusement, a wide smile that showed a mouthful of teeth in desperate need of braces and reached all the way to her twinkling brown eyes.
I smiled in response and let her hand go, relaxing slightly as a tiny dollop of tension left the room. I opened my mouth to say more… but was beaten to the punch by Rachel, who practically leapt forward and enveloped the Latina in a tight bear hug. “Thank you for taking us in!” Rachel said quickly, her girlish voice piercingly loud in the small, crowded room.
The result was electric. Almost half the Secret Service detail stepped forward, their tiny, girlish bodies tense as they readied themselves to assail the woman attacking their charge, while the other half dropped their hands to the menacing pistols at their waists. Agent Moore stiffened, while the blonde girl actually gasped. Lam looked on impassively as always, while Megan’s jaw dropped to her chest.
“Ah… that’s fine,” the President said. She glanced at me with a helpless look, and then patted the blonde girl on the back. “It was the least we could do, after…”
“No, really, we’re so grateful!” Rachel took a step back and held the Latina’s hands in her own, looking for all the world as if she were ready to burst into tears. “It’s so bad out there, and we’re just… We’re…”
“We’re just grateful for the chance at a bit of rest,” I interjected helpfully. I took a slow step forward, placed my hands on Rachel’s shoulders, and pulled her back, away from the President and the gaggle of agents who looked ready to gang-pile atop the tiny, teary blonde. “It’s been a rough few days, and we’re pretty exhausted.” I hugged Rachel from behind, and she responded by squirming around in my embrace to wrap her arms around my waist once more. “What’s wrong with you?” I whispered.
“I don’t know, I’m just so happy that we made it somewhere safe!” she sniffed into my chest.
“Ah… It’s nice to meet both of you.” The President and I exchanged another look, and she took another step back. “Well, now,” she said. “Uhm…”
Everyone stood there, staring at each other, for what felt like an eternity as we struggled to figure out what came next. I looked over Rachel’s head at Lam, who shrugged ever-so-slightly, and then at Colonel McCrea, who had returned to an eyes-front stance. Agent Moore was no help as she glowered at the two of us. That left President Ramos… who looked just as lost as I.
The seconds ticked by and the tension grew… until we were saved, in a manner of speaking. The plate that Rachel had placed back on the shelf shifted, slid, and felt to the hardwood floor below, where it shattered into thousands of pieces. The crash of smashing hundred-plus-year-old china caused everyone to jump, and those who were armed grasped the butt of their handguns once more while Rachel squeaked and squeezed me tighter, and I winced as much from the noise as I did from the sudden constriction.
“I told you not to touch anything,” Megan muttered as the tinkling of shattering china faded away.
The low hiss of the shower from the attached bathroom was interrupted for what felt like the umpteenth-time that evening as a small, almost tentative knock sounded at the bedroom door. Without waiting for a response the intruder turned the knob, cracked the door and stuck her head in. “I just wanted to check in and make sure you have everything you need,” the girl said, her straight, platinum-blonde hair hanging down over one shoulder and her brilliant blue eyes wide as she stared at me.
After our brief meeting with President Ramos, Agent Moore gathered the four of us together to coordinate what needed to be done while the others returned to their duties. Colonel McCrea had more than enough on her plate to keep her busy as she had to meet with her surviving military counterparts, and mere seconds later she had vanished into the vast warren that was the complex, while Lam said she had to organize her findings to date before she felt comfortable delivering a report on her observations. Though she wasn’t necessarily happy about it, Agent Moore agreed and tentatively set up a meeting for her to brief the President that what was left of the military leadership later that evening.
That just left Rachel and me. “Honestly, I’m not sure what to do with you two,” the mocha-skinned girl said. “I don’t think there’s much you can do to help, so maybe we should just find an out of the way place you can stay where you won’t be under foot.”
That’s how a semi-successful businessman and a former bartender-cum-actress-cum-artist ended up in the Lincoln Bedroom. Lam had spent several minutes leafing through her mystery notebook before declaring her intention to take a shower – which just left Rachel and me at a loss. It wouldn’t have been too bad, as I could think of many, many things to keep us occupied – and a few of which actually involved wearing clothing. There’s nothing like a measure of security to pump the libido up!
But even though we were ‘out of the way’ we still couldn’t manage to be alone, as it felt like every single little girl in the place just had to stop by and make sure all our needs were being met. The President’s personal assistant (a rather cute, waif-like platinum blonde named Abigail) was the worst, and she had hovered around as we had made arrangements for where to stay. After installing us upstairs she seemed reluctant to actually leave, and after Rachel had driven her out with a glower she poked her nose in frequently to ‘check up on us.’
“Nope, we’re fine,” Rachel replied peevishly from where she lay on the mattress. I could see my little blonde lover muttering and moving her fingers, and I realized that she was trying to count the number of times Abigail had interrupted us that evening.
“Are you sure?” the girl asked. As she posed her question her eyes slid down my body to my crotch, and a brilliant blush colored her cheeks as her eyes widened even more.
“We’re fine,” I said calmly. I smiled slightly and nodded to the tiny girl, who blushed even deeper. “Thank you for asking.”
“O… Okay,” she stammered. As she withdrew and began to close the door she added, “Just let me know if there’s anything… I can do for you.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’d do anything,” Rachel groused under her breath.
“What do you mean?” I asked as I peeled off my tee-shirt, took an experimental sniff, winced, crumpled it in a ball and tossed it near the chair next to the French doors.
“Ooo, please let me know if I can spread my legs so you can tear me open and pop my belly with your hot boy-juice!” my little blonde lover simpered in a cruel impression of Abigail. She rolled onto her back and dangled her lower legs off the edge of the bed, her face a mask of annoyance. “Jesus, if she were any more desperate she’d have done you right there.”
“Well, you can’t really blame her now, can you?” I replied with a grin. I unbuckled my jeans and rolled them down to my bare feet, kicking them to one side as I stepped out. “After all, I am the hottest stud around, so it’s only natural that they’d all want a piece of ‘The Mike.’”
Rachel snorted. “More like the only stud around who won’t try to eat them after fucking them stupid.” She stretched, stiffening her limbs as she raised her bare arms over her head and arching her back. Her nude body gleamed in the dim light of the room, the flickering of the candle casting a golden glow over her sweat-slicked flesh. “Fuck, it is so fucking hot,” she groaned, her voice containing just the barest hint of a whine.
I stripped off my boxers and tossed the sweat-soaked underwear in the general direction of the suitcase, letting them fall to the carpet in a crumpled heap that I ignored. “Is it too fucking hot to mess around?” I asked with a small smile as I walked over to the bed, my semi-hard cock swinging as I moved. “After all, I seem to recall a certain little girl who can’t seem to go more than a few hours without getting off. Although,” I added as I towered over her and ran my fingertips along her smooth, slick thigh, “somebody has been whining a lot lately. Constantly complaining isn’t very sexy, you know.”
Rachel shuddered with pleasure at my touch, and even in the hot, uncomfortable air of the room her nipples stiffened in an instant. “I’ll whine and complain if I want to,” she said with a small laugh and a defiant gleam in her green eyes. “What the fuck are you going to do about it?” she added as she slid one delicate foot up to the edge of the mattress and stroked my stiffening cock with her toes.
With a growl of mock fury I leaned down and grasped on tiny wrist in my paw. As the tiny, sweaty blonde squealed I flipped her over onto her belly and brought my hand down across her trim backside once, twice, three times. The hard crack of my palm smacking onto her pale flesh filled the room as I spanked the squirming girl. “That’s what I’m going to do about it,” I growled. “Now, are you going to behave?”
“No, never!”
Rachel squirmed in my grasp, so I leaned forward and grasped her other wrist, pulling her arms behind her back and holding them firm in the small of her back. Dodging her kicking legs, I cast about for something to help me out, and grinned wolfishly when I spotted her discarded bra on the sheet. One quick grasp and a few tactical twists, and I had bound my victim’s wrists. “Now, start acting like a proper young lady, or I’m gonna have to make you behave,” I threatened.
“Bastard!” The tiny blonde writhed beneath me, and I was forced to straddle her hips in order to keep her pinned to the mattress. Her firm, flat ass wriggled between my thighs, and my stiffening semi slipped easily into the crease between her cheeks.
I opened my mouth, ready to take it to the next level – to tell her that she was under my power, that she was my sex-slave, and if she didn’t work her skinny little-girl ass off to make me happy that I would abuse her firm backside until she couldn’t sit down for a week and then just take what I wanted – when there came yet another knock at the door, firm and strong and insistent.
“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” Rachel muttered in a dark tone that threatened to rain hellfire down upon whoever dared to intrude on our private time. She squirmed forward and twisted her shoulders, pulling her body from beneath me and freeing her wrists from my half-assed restraint, as she crawled to the opposite side of the mattress. “Who is it?” she snarled as she fished one of the oversized, thick, almost decadent robes we had found in the bathroom from the floor next to the bed and tossed it over her nude body.
“It’s Colonel McCrea,” Meg called through the thick wood. “I need to talk to Mike.”
“What if we’re busy?” Rachel snapped as she tied the waist of the robe, hopped off the mattress, and almost stalked over to the door. With a start I remembered my totally nude state and scrambled for the jeans I had only just shucked from my body.
“Then swallow your dinner, put everything away, and get decent, ‘cause I’m coming with company,” Meg replied. Without waiting for my tiny blonde playmate to open the door the Colonel turned the knob and barged her way back in, mere milliseconds after I had finished (carefully!) tucking my disappointed, shrinking hard-on back into its denim cocoon. I turned to see the redhead standing just inside the door, face to face with a flushed and furious Rachel, while Agent Moore half-leaned into the room.
“You have… just… perfect… fucking… timing,” Rachel almost growled. She ran her fingers through her greasy hair and glared at the shorter Marine. “We happen to have been in the middle of something.”
“Nah, I don’t think I interrupted anything important,” Megan replied with a snaggle-toothed grin. “And you weren’t that far along. You don’t have that ‘freshly-fucked, sperm-soaked’ look about you.”
“JE-sus! Meg!” Rachel blushed furiously, glanced at the wide-eyed agent closing the door behind Megan and herself, and grabbed the redhead by the bicep. “You don’t have to fucking advertise it all over the fucking White House!” the blonde hissed.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Megan replied as her grin grew even wider. “You and the Doc are shacked up in a bedroom with the only non-cannibal cock within a hundred miles. Everyone knows you three are playing nasty little breeder games.” Her grin took on a feral tone as she added, “And it’s not like you know how to be quiet about it.”
“Hey, this cock has a name,” I volunteered. I glanced at Agent Moore and caught her eye, and we both tore our gazes from one another and tried to look somewhere, anywhere else but at each other. Was she actually thinking about… my warped brain started to think for a moment, before I came to my senses and shook myself back to the real world. No, stop being stupid, I told myself. You’ve been hanging around Rachel and Lam for too long.
“You… are a bitch.” Rachel poked Megan in the shoulder, glared at Agent Moore, and then inexplicably glared at me. “I’m going to get a shower,” she added as she spun on her heel and stomped her way over towards the bathroom door.
“Good idea,” Megan called after her retreating form. “Maybe the Doc can give you something for the stick up your ass.”
As Rachel placed one hand on the door, turned, flipped off the tiny redhead, and left the room, I stared at the Marine. “Meg… Colonel, what’s wrong?” I asked. “You were awfully nasty to her. Did we do something to piss you off, or what?”
Megan paused and stared at me for a second, and then waved her hand dismissively. “Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just Hot Pants has to realize that there are some things more important than being the center of attention all the time.”
“There are… proper… protocols that should be followed at the White House,” Agent Moore elaborated. She moved over to the antique writing desk, pulled out the chair, and crossed her ankles as she sat. “You have to understand that every person in this building has had a specific set of procedures and protocols drilled into them the second they step foot inside here. And Ms. Gillespie managed to violate almost half of those in the five minutes you had with the President.”
“Yup,” Megan said as she hopped up on the mattress and folded her legs beneath her body. “Blondie nearly earned herself a nine millimeter attitude adjustment to the back of her head from the protection detail.”
“You’re kidding,” I replied, my eyes wide and my mouth agape.
“Yes, she is,” Agent Moore said with a small, tight smile. “They wouldn’t have shot her. But there was some serious talk of locking her up and sedating her for the foreseeable future. If for no other reason than to preserve what was left of the state china.”
“I would have shot her,” Megan muttered under her breath. She replied to my hard look with an equally hard look of her own, and her jaw tightened in defiance. “I’m sorry, I don’t care how good a fuck she is, you don’t run up and hug the President! Especially if we’re in the middle of a national crisis!”
“I…” I shook my head as I let my words trail off, realizing that I had absolutely no idea how to respond to a surreal statement that, only one week ago, would have been inconceivable to me. “Okay, we’ll put that aside for now. You said you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes.” Agent Moore uncrossed her ankles and sat up straighter in her chair. “We appreciate everything that you’ve done to help Colonel McCrea and Doctor Tran. And we would love to be able to let both you and Ms. Gillespie stay here indefinitely.” She took a deep breath, actually looked sheepish, and bulled forward. “But you have to understand, we have very limited resources here. We managed to salvage what we could when this… thing happened, and it was a lot. But when all the men went feral and everything collapsed, well…”
She let her words trail off and looked over at Megan, who took up the uncomfortable speech. “They wanna kick you and Rachel out, Mike,” she said bluntly. She cast a dirty look at Agent Moore, who looked down at her hands as a vaguely embarrassed look flashed across her face for an instant. “When things went to shit they fired off too many bullets, and ever since they’ve been eating too much damn food, and they want to reserve what’s left for the folks here.”
“The power situation is just too unstable,” Agent Moore blurted in a lame attempt at justification. “We can’t get the generators to work properly, and the juice keeps fading. I’m sure you’ve noticed the flickering lights. And you…” She trailed off as she glanced at me, and then cast her embarrassed gaze back to the wringing hands in her lap. “You’re being here is… problematic. I don’t know if I feel comfortable with a potential threat so close to the President. You…”
“Actually, she thinks yer just too big of a distraction,” Megan interrupted, her voice dripping with contempt. “Ever since you got here, all the girls,” she added, placing extra emphasis on her description of the survivors in the White House. “All the girls can’t stop talking about you, like you’re some goddamn teenage heartthrob come to throw them onto a bed and relieve them of their pesky virginity with your big, manly cock.”
“You’re kidding me!” I looked at Megan and noted the faintest glimmer of amusement in her eye before it vanished behind her steely gaze, and then glanced over at Agent Moore… only to have her tear her eyes away from me as she looked away in embarrassment. “You can’t be serious! We’re being kicked out because…” I groped for the proper words, “because everyone here is getting horny over just the thought of me?”
“It’s more than that,” Agent Moore stammered lamely.
“That’s it exactly,” Megan replied coldly. “They get scared that you’re gonna eat them, and then they get scared that you’re not gonna fuck ‘em. And a few would welcome the first if it meant they got the second.”
“We have to protect the functions of the government, we have to protect the President!” Agent Moore’s voice was quiet as she stated her reasons with a brutal finality. “We can’t afford to have a distraction like him around, especially not at this point in time!”
“You’re sending us out to our deaths,” I replied flatly. I sank into the wing-backed chair by the open French doors, and in spite of the hot, fetid, still air I felt a shiver run up my spine. “You have no idea what it’s like out there…”
“We have no choice!”
“Of course you do,” Megan replied. “But you’re just stuck in your old ways of thinking and you’re running scared. Or, you just are too fucking bitter at the unfairness of it all.”
“Colonel!” Agent Moore’s eyes flashed in anger. “That’s enough!”
“What, you think this thing’s just going to fucking blow on over?” Megan swung her legs over the foot of the bed, planted her palms on the mattress, and leaned forward with an intense look in her eyes as she stared down the Secret Service agent. “You think we’re all going to fall asleep and wake up tomorrow back to normal, and all this was just a bad dream? You people need to wake the fuck up! You need to wake the fuck up! This, all this, is reality now!”
“You think I don’t know this is real?” Agent Moore leapt from her seat, her eyes flashing as she stalked over to the doors and peered out into the night. “You think I believe that this is all a dream? You have no idea what I’ve… what we’ve gone through here!”
“We’ve all lost so much,” I began to reply lamely.
“Shut up! Just shut up!” Agent Moore’s snapping words sent me back into the depths of the chair as their sheer intensity slammed into me. “You managed to survive just fine, not even a scratch on you, and you didn’t turn, and whoop-de fucking do, now you’re oh so amazingly alive and virile, and you’ve got all these girls to fuck, and I… And I…” Her rage crumbled into shuddering misery as tears dotted the corners of her eyes. She shuddered once more as her fingertips grazed against the front of her ill-fitting slacks and paused for a moment as she went through her own personal Event-driven arousal, and without another word she spun on her heel and fled the room, letting the door slam shut behind her.
“What the fuck…” I stammered as I peered at Megan in confusion.
“Agent Jackson… her boss… the two were an item,” the Marine replied. She sighed and lay back on the bed, the front of her uniform jacket gaping open to reveal her flat, toned belly above the tiny board shorts she wore around her hips. “At least, that’s the scuttlebutt. Just like you, somehow he didn’t turn feral, so he and her were...”
“Fucking like rabbits,” I finished. I glanced at the door, almost sensing the pain-filled psychic presence of the devastated agent, and sighed. “And then I’ll bet he goes and gets himself killed when all the other guys turn.”
“It’s worse than that. He went down protecting both her and the President. Stayed behind and delayed a pack of the fuckers while the heavy artillery got in place. By the time they got back to him…” She drew her thumb across her throat in a slashing motion, making her conclusion abundantly clear.
“Fuck.” I thought about it for a second, and then had a thought. “Wait! Wait a minute… This guy, this Agent Jackson, he was just like me? I mean, he didn’t turn feral like the other affected men?”
“Yup.” Meg rolled over on her side and propped her head up with one hand, and as the lower half of her uniform gaping open her navel almost seemed to wink at me in invitation. “Just like you. And everyone can’t stop talking about it – and how you might be the last non-cannibal, heterosexual guy on the planet.” Her mouth turned up in a wicked grin. “I’m pretty sure there’s whispered talk of a lottery among the rank-and-file over who gets to fuck you first.”
“I…” I swallowed and tried to mentally will my stirring cock to subside, focusing my gaze on the floor in front of me instead of the tasty little pre-teen lesbian posing like a cock-tease on the mattress or the Lolita-style buffet being organized downstairs. “Does Lam know about this?” I asked instead.
“If she doesn’t, she soon will. And you can bet that she’s gonna be real interested in that fact.” Meg sighed and sat back up, leaned forward, and affixed me with a determined look. “Look, I know that kicking you and Hot Pants out is bullshit, and I’m not happy about it. I think it’s less that you’re a distraction, and more that Agent Moore has a problem with other girls getting boned while her lover lies under a sheet in the State Dining Room. I’ll do what I can to change the decision, and I’ll work on her. Maybe a quick smack upside the head might change her attitude. But…”
“But no guarantees.”
She made a disgusted face. “Yeah, no guarantees. In any event, I’ll have the Hummer all gassed up and packed with supplies, just in case I can’t change anything.” She paused and glanced towards the bathroom, where the hiss of water continued as a quiet undercurrent to our conversation. “In the meantime, go take care of those two,” she continued with a half-grin. “It’s been a couple of hours since both of ‘em has gotten off, and I know you’re a lot calmer after breeding.”
“And what about you?” I asked as I plastered a matching grin on my face, expressing amusement that I didn’t really feel.
Meg laughed as she hopped down off the mattress and padded towards the door. “Hey, don’t worry about me. I’ve already found eight or nine girls here more than willing to play on my side of the sandbox.” She paused for a moment with her hand on the doorknob and looked thoughtful. “I think I’m in the mood for Greek tonight... and I know just where to find her. So, you just worry about your two playmates. And try not to think about that other thing.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I replied. As Megan left I stood, stripped out of my jeans, and made my way into the steamy bathroom, my mind awhirl with worry. What the hell are we going to do? I asked myself as I stepped into the large, elegantly-tiled shower stall.
Fortunately, I had a wonderful distraction to take my mind off my problems. “It’s about time you got in here, Mikey,” Rachel said with a happy smile as she ran her fingertips over Lam’s caramel-colored flesh, down the smaller girl’s spine and over her slim ass, playfully dipping in to poke at a sensitive spot between her cheeks.
“Yes, indeed,” the Asian girl added over her shoulder. Her face was flushed from Rachel’s attention, and she gave the tiny blonde a kiss as she turned to face me. My cock stiffened once more at the sight of the pair, nude and gleaming in the light of the room, as they stood without shame, offering themselves to me.
“We’ve been waiting for you to get in here,” Rachel said in a sultry voice as she ran her fingers over Lam’s flat, concave belly. “Especially since you didn’t get to finish what you started earlier!”
“Yes,” the Asian girl agreed. She nuzzled the side of Rachel’s neck while she flicked a tiny pink nipple with thumb and forefinger, and the blonde gasped with pleasure. “I think we are both hungering for your attention.”
“Right. So, stud,” Rachel asked as she stepped close, “think you have enough in you to fuck us both?” She glanced down, grinned, took a step forward and grasped my raging erection in her slim hand. “I think he does,” she tossed with a laugh over her shoulder to her partner in crime.
“Good,” Lam said as she stepped forward as well and ran her fingertips over my chest. “I have been feeling the need to…” She paused and glanced at Rachel, and I practically could see the gears in her mind turning as she thought about the lessons she had been learning over the past few days. “I think I need a good, hard fucking.”
It didn’t take long to coordinate things. After a bit more teasing foreplay I gripped Rachel’s arms and held her in front of me, using her as a make-shift sex toy as I pounded into her tight pussy from behind. Lam wasn’t content to be left out, and the sight of the tiny Asian girl kneeling on the warm tile floor, her knees spread and her fingers stroking her tight slit while she feasted on Rachel’s stiff little clit, helped to alleviate many of my frustrations. The rushing water did nothing to mask the sounds of our passions, and Rachel’s encouragement and moans of sheer sexual bliss sent me higher. Best of all, the second I would slip from Rachel’s warm, moist sheath Lam was there to service my cock with her succulent mouth for a few seconds before forcing my shaft back inside the blonde girl.
“Not… in… my… cunny!” Rachel managed to gasp as I bottomed out inside of her. She squirmed and rolled her hips, and I felt myself press against the side of her soft, straining pussy inside of her as she groaned in lust-fueled agony. “Anywhere but there!”
I growled in mock frustration, but in truth it wasn’t a problem. I slipped out of the twitching blonde at the last possible second and deposited an explosive, messy mask of pearly-white jism onto Lam’s face. Not a drop was wasted and the shower wasn’t needed as the girls cleaned each other up with murmurs of pleasure. The sheer eroticism of the girls sharing deep, passionate kisses as they smeared my spunk over their faces got me going again, and there was enough room for me to pin Lam to the tile floor for her turn. The sight of the tiny Asian girl, helpless as I thrust into her straining, welcoming cunt, her cries of agonized pleasure muffled by the hairless blonde pussy pressed against her lips as Rachel straddled her head sent me even higher, and I deposited my second load within ten minutes deep inside the sex-crazed doctor. Lam’s body squirmed beneath me as she writhed in agonized pleasure, but all her wriggling hips did was allow my cock to sink ever deeper into her sperm-soaked inner flesh as the tip of my prick oozed the last few dribbles of my seed directly into her underage womb. Our orgasms weren’t simultaneous, but as they say, they were close enough for government work.
It was very good. But still, the thought of our problems was never far from my mind – and as the girls insisted on soaping me up and washing me down (paying special attention to a certain part of my anatomy), I tried very hard not to think about being cast out into the wilderness.
Rachel murmured and rolled over, letting loose with a snort as she cocooned herself deeper into the plush bedding on the mattress. So deep was her unconscious state that she didn’t even notice when I slid out from under the sticky, pointless sheets and slipped on my jeans. I cast one more look at the top of her blonde head, pulled on a shirt, and quietly slipped out the door.
Maybe it was the thought of our impending exile, maybe it was just the stresses of the past week catching up to me, maybe it was the sheer feminine energy infesting the building that I could sense deep in my bones – whatever it was, I just could not sleep. After our little shower adventure a few hours ago, the three of us did what we could to help the situation. Actually, it might be more accurate to say that Lam did what she could do to help… almost the moment after she had toweled off (and with my spunk still sloshing around inside her pre-teen belly), the tiny Asian had slipped back into doctor mode. After a few perfunctory, weird questions (“Rachel, how many times did you orgasm while Michael was penetrating you?” “Michael, did it excite you to know that I was helpless under you when you were penetrating me?”), she jotted a few lines in her Notebook of Mystery, pulled on some clothing – a pair of tiny short-shorts and a tee-shirt declaring that she was 99% Angel but 1% Devil – and journeyed out of the bedroom to continue her studies.
That left Rachel and me. The tiny blonde tried to hold on, but the yawns she surreptitiously tried to hide from me let me know that she was exhausted. I couldn’t blame her – after our wild ride and the sheer stress of confronting a crowd of suspicious, gun-toting little girls, I too felt the ache of a too-long day in my shoulders and temples. After a brief attempt at a conversation we gave up, crawled into bed, and turned out the lights.
Rachel passed out almost immediately – but I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as I tried to calm my mind. Nothing helped, and after about an hour of frustration I gave up and tried to find something outside the bedroom to occupy my mind.
The hallway was deserted and I couldn’t hear anything, more of a testament to the quality soundproofing of the White House and the sheer depopulation of the building than anything else. I wandered down the hall, peering into the few open doors I stumbled across, but nothing seemed to grab my attention. The sheer emptiness of the second floor told me two things – first, that the Event had almost totally emptied the White House of almost every living soul and leaving the place with little more than a skeleton staff. And second, most of those who had survived and made it to the building were elsewhere, doing important things to preserve civilization – unlike me, who was wandering the halls like a restless spirit.
I let a frown curl down the corners of my mouth as I wandered into a central hall, turned left and entered into a large oval room. The bright yellow walls were crossed with shadows in the dim light of the late night, and beyond I spotted a set of French doors opening onto a balcony. With my mind awhirl I stepped outside and leaned against the marble railing, letting my sightless eyes rake first over the brightly lit grounds below, and then at the hulking, dark city beyond. Two jury-rigged towers sat just inside the wrought iron fence, each one with a pair of tiny defenders scanning the darkness, while a trio of little lovelies hunkered just below me in their sandbag bunker. The silence was eerie, terrifying, a constant reminder of the tragedy that had swept the world.
“It’s spooky, isn’t it?” a small voice said nearby.
I turned my head to regard Abigail as she stepped out onto the balcony and made her way over to me. Even in the dim light she looked adorable – her platinum hair pulled into a pair of messy pigtails, her body clad in a little nightshirt that fell to her knobbly knees, and her bare feet not making a sound as she stepped. Even in my well-fucked, totally-satisfied state I felt my cock begin to stir, and it was only through the sheerest of self-control that I managed to put my lust aside. “Yeah, it is,” I replied. Down boy. “I always forget just how crowded this city used to be, and how noisy. Right now, it feels…”
“It feels dead.” Abigail sighed and perched her folded arms on the railing, resting her chin on her limbs as we gazed out over Washington. “Nobody has any idea what’s going on. Hopefully Doctor Tran can shed some light.” She sighed once more and rubbed under her nose, and then returned to her distant gaze.
“If anybody can, she can,” I said.
We were both quiet for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts, until the girl finally broke the silence. “What did you do… before?” she asked.
“Before, I was a sales rep for a sporting goods chain.”
“That sounds interesting.”
I snorted. “It wasn’t.” I paused, and then the words just came tumbling out. “I wasn’t anything special, didn’t do anything special. I just was. I’d go to work, go home, and hang around my apartment. I never went anywhere, never did anything. I have no idea why I didn’t turn feral like the rest of the guys. I’m not different, I wasn’t different. I…” I sighed and turned my back on the city, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the railing. “I was nobody.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Abigail replied. “I mean, look at everything you did to get Doctor Tran and Colonel McCrea here! Everybody’s talking about it!”
“All I did was drive.”
“Well, that’s important. That is important!”
“Yeah, well…” I trailed off, suddenly very self-conscious and embarrassed at my sudden admission. “What about you? You don’t seem to be an agent or a bodyguard – how’d a sweet little thing like you end up here?”
Abigail laughed softly, a musical tinkle of amusement that sent a tremble down my spine. I said DOWN boy! “Actually I was here when the whole thing went down,” she said, her voice carrying just a hint of a rural accent. “I was originally part of the First Lady’s staff, an assistant-assistant-appointment secretary. I came in because we were going to have a state dinner that evening and I had to get the place cards put together.” She turned and matched my arms-crossed-leaning pose, adding a cross to her ankles as she relaxed. “And then… poof! Suddenly I’m all alone in the bullpen, swimming in my clothes and going out of my mind.”
“I guess I was pretty lucky, then,” I replied. “I was asleep when it happened.”
“Yeah, you were lucky.” She shifted, and I tried to pretend not to notice when she slid a few inches closer. “The few Secret Service agents who were left were freaking out, and everyone was running everywhere, and nobody knew what was going on. I tried to help out as best as I could, but let’s be honest, there’s not much of a call for a social secretary during the end of the world.”
“I don’t know,” I replied with a grin. “After all, I’m sure flesh-eating cannibal rapists need their social calendars organized.”
She laughed again and elbowed me slightly, and I noticed her slide even closer. “Funny guy. Anyway, when they finally got everything sorted out, I volunteered to help out the President, sort of a secretary-slash-assistant. And I’ve been here ever since.”
“What’s she like?” I asked suddenly as a curious thought occurred to me. “I mean, what’s she really like?”
“Who, the President?”
“Yeah.”
Abigail was quiet for a second as she thought. “She’s… organized,” she finally said. “Exacting. Everything in its place, and a place for everything.” She thought a bit more, and a sad look crossed her face. “And she’s scared. She’s afraid that she’ll do something wrong, give a bad order, and everything will just…” The tiny blonde trailed off and instead finished by splaying her fingers and miming a mushroom cloud as she made a crude explosion sound.
“Yeah,” I replied with an ironic half-grin as I remembered my obsession with keeping Rachel safe. “Sounds familiar.”
“And she’s lonely,” Abigail continued. “She doesn’t really have anyone to talk to about… stuff. She’s not sure what to do, being President wasn’t something she ever really wanted. She was happy being Interior Undersecretary.”
“You seem to know a lot about her,” I observed. “That must mean that you’ve talked to her some.”
The tiny blonde laughed and flipped her pigtails back over her shoulders. “Nah. I’m just really, really observant. It’s part of the job, being able to read people and anticipate their needs.” She cast a sly look in my direction, her eyes crafty. “For example, I know that you think I’m cute and you want to fuck me.”
“What!” I stiffened and took a step back, my face flushing as the little girl revealed my darkest thoughts even as I denied them. “That’s crazy!”
“No, it’s okay!” She stepped forward and peered up at me, her brilliant blue eyes large and filled with innocence. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything. I know that you’re already with Ms. Gillespie, and that you and Doctor Tran have been messing around. I’m not going to try to mess that up for you.”
“I… I…”
“Look, if you want to hook up with me, that’s fine, I’d like that. But don’t think that you have to try anything. I’m okay either way.” She placed a hand on my chest, and then slid her fingertips down my abdomen as she shuddered slightly. “So if you’re interested, I just wanted to let you know my door’s always open to you. But I know nothing’s going to happen tonight, things are just too messy right now. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m available – and I have a lot of pull with the President, so no matter what you aren’t gonna get kicked out. And,” she added as the sly look returned, “I think there’s something else, something important you need to know.”
“Wha… What’s that?” This CANNOT be fucking real…
The tiny blonde leaned in, and I was forced to strain to hear her words. “I do anal,” she simply said with a wicked grin. As her flowery, little-girl scent filled my nostrils she slipped her hand down to stroke my stiffening cock through my jeans – and then turned and walked away, the hem of her sleeping tee swirling around her coltish legs and hugging her slim, wriggling ass, as she slipped back through the door to her bedroom and shut it behind her.
… And I was left on the Truman Balcony of the White House, my mind reeling and my erection at full mast, and all thoughts of my troubles and a potential exile were gone as I tried to wrap my brain around what just happened.
My jaw dropped to my chest as I stared at Lam in astonishment. “You want us to do what?” I managed to choke out.
“I would like you and Agent Moore to… fuck.” The tiny Asian girl glanced back and forth between the two of us, her gaze clinical as she presented her incredible request in measured, even tones. “If I am to properly understand just what has happened to us, I need you two to… fuck.”
I looked at Agent Moore, who met my gaze with an equally astonished look. “I…” the tiny girl said. “Does he have to buy me dinner first?”
“That is not necessary,” Lam said as she totally missed the joke. “All I need is for the two of you to attempt intercourse.” She paused, and then added, “It is critical for my research.”
The day had passed uneventfully. On the plus side, Rachel and I were not asked to leave the White House, although the constant fear of such a decision being made had made me somewhat tense and irritable. Fortunately, Rachel was a constant presence who helped me stay calm, frequently through the use of her mouth and bobbing head. (Let me tell you, there’s nothing that relieves stress as a succulent pre-teen girl eager to give you a blowjob!) Lam checked in once or twice, but it was obvious even to such scientific novices such as Rachel and I that her mind was millions of miles away, lost as she pondered… something. Megan poked her nose in around noon to make sure we weren’t trying to steal the towels (her humorous way of deflecting her concern), but other than that we were left to our own devices.
On the minus side… we were left to our own devices. I cleaned my shotgun as best I could, and then asked the tiny Abigail if she could scrape up a gun-cleaning kit for me. To her credit she certainly was eager to please as she returned in mere minutes, and almost wriggled her backside like an overjoyed puppy at my thanks. Rachel, on the other hand, had nothing to do – and though she tried to hide it, her frustration at her lack of anything to occupy her mind was evident. (Though she denied it, I do believe that a few of our “stress release” sessions had more to do with her attempting to stave off her boredom than anything else.) Our meals were delivered, but other than those few brief contacts we didn’t interact with a single soul.
Finally, around ten that evening, all that changed. Meg escorted Lam and a neutral-faced Agent Moore into the room, intent on an experiment. While Meg thoroughly enjoyed our astonishment, the tiny doctor told us how she was sure that sex was a major component of our transformations, either a primary effect or a serious side-effect, and she needed data that could only be gathered from a single source – namely, Agent Moore and me getting naked and getting busy.
I glanced around the room as I stalled for time and tried to wrap my head around Lam’s request. Rachel looked dyspeptic, her mouth curled into a sour frown and her brow furrowed in distaste as she grumbled in the corner, while Megan looked amused. Lam just looked clinical, her eyes holding nothing but curiosity. “I… suppose,” I stammered as I returned my gaze to Agent Moore.
“I don’t like this,” Rachel grumped. She pushed away from the wall and moved over to the mattress, plopping down beside me and grasping my arm in a possessive manner. “It’s one thing to share Mikey with Lam, but…”
“Aw, stop being such a stick in the mud,” Megan drawled. Her grin grew wider as she lolled in her seat, one leg thrown over a padded chair arm and swinging slightly. “After all, it’s for science!”
“You’re not helping,” I replied with a scowl.
“This is too fucking weird,” Agent Moore remarked. She and I exchanged glances again, and she broke her gaze as she looked down. “I guess that it’ll be okay,” she said slowly.
“Look, Rachel, honey,” I said carefully as I took the blonde’s hands in my own. “I know you don’t like this, but for some reason Lam think it’s important.” I paused and shot the doctor a suspicious look. “It is important, right?” I asked.
“Yes, it is.”
“Okay. Then I guess I can… get together, with Agent Moore. Just as an experiment, of course.”
“Oh, of course!” Megan covered her mouth to hide her laughter, but the twinkle in her eyes and her shaking shoulders gave her away her mirth. “For the good of the cause, you just have ta fuck a sistah!” To add insult to injury, she looked up at the ceiling and began to quietly hum a rap song under her breath whose lyrics seemed to revolve around interracial sex.
“Colonel!” Agent Moore blushed even more furiously.
“Meg!” Rachel exclaimed, her eyes flashing.
“Okay, everyone cut it out!” I took a deep breath, gripped Rachel’s shoulders, and looked into her eyes. “Rach, Lam thinks this is something we need to do, so I’m going to do it. She thinks that it will help her research. You and I can get together later, okay?”
“O… okay.” Rachel’s shoulders slumped as she resigned herself to my fate, but quickly stiffened as she sat back up. “But I’m gonna be here to make sure nothing bad happens!”
“As will I,” Lam interjected, “to record my observations.”
“Wait, now we’re going to have an audience?” Agent Moore’s head came up, a shocked look gracing her face as she glanced at Lam.
“Oh, this is just getting better and better,” Megan laughed, her face turning an alarming shade of red. “Maybe we can find a camera, and post it to the internet! We can call it something like, ‘Black to the Future!’”
“You,” I said firmly as I pointed to the giggling redhead, “out. Now.”
“Fine by me.” Megan swung her leg off the chair arm, hopped to her feet and walked across the carpet towards the door. “I don’t wanna watch an unnatural sex act anyway. Just remember, Mike,” she added over her shoulder as she paused. “Make sure there’s a lotta hip action, gotta give the audience their money’s worth!” She pointed her slim, girlish ass in my direction and wriggled her hips as punctuation.
“Out!”
As the door shut on Megan’s continuing laughter, I sighed and turned back to Lam. “Okay, now, what do you need us to do?”
“Rachel, come over here.” Lam moved over to the chair recently vacated by Megan, sat, and pulled out her notebook. “I need to make sure my results aren’t tainted.” As my blonde playmate scowled once more but did as the doctor ordered Lam glanced down at her notes and then back at the pair of us left on the mattress. “Just engage in intercourse,” she instructed. “I need to observe your interactions.”
I looked at Agent Moore, who looked back at me with a helpless look. “So, I guess we should just start,” she said quietly.
“I guess so.” I paused, spared one last glance at Lam and Rachel, and then turned my attention back to the little girl beside me. Slowly, tentatively, I leaned forward and kissed her. Agent Moore seemed to melt against me as our lips met, her warm breath washing into my mouth and her hands sliding around my arms. I felt my cock stirring in my jeans as she snuggled closer to me, pressing her body against mine.
Quickly I learned to ignore our two observers as I slid my hands down Agent Moore’s back. The satiny fabric of her blouse slid easily under my palms, and with seemingly no effort I gripped her firm, slim backside and pulled her onto my lap. She spread her legs and straddled my hips, rolling her small skirt up her thighs and pressing her panty-clad sex against my growing erection as she murmured into my mouth. “I think we need to start stripping,” she said quickly in a breathy voice.
“Yeah,” I agreed. Our lips met once more as my fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, and hers slid down my abdomen to tug my tee shirt up my torso. Another brief break to our kiss to tug off our tops, and then our bodies pressed together, flesh mingling with flesh, as we resumed making out. Her caramel skin was flawless, her body firm and young, her chest smooth and flat with a pair of dark nipples that stiffened as she squirmed against my raging prick. Without looking I unzipped her skirt and pulled it up around her waist, while she pushed me back onto the mattress and knelt over my body.
“You want top or bottom?” I asked as she unzipped the front of my jeans.
“Top,” she replied in a breathy voice. I wriggled my hips to help her strip me, and in mere seconds I lay nude before her. She paused for a moment to strip off her own panties, exposing her hairless pussy to my hungry eyes, before clambering back onto the mattress. “I think I need to be careful here,” she added as she wrapped her palm around my throbbing cock. “This thing looks pretty big.”
“I’ll be careful.” I slid my palm along her smooth, trembling thigh, and my touch instinctively found her sex. Her pussy was hot and wet, a tiny slit between her legs that almost seemed to welcome the probing fingertips that slipped between her delicate folds. As she gasped with pleasure and hunched down, she leaned forward to kiss my chest.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Agent Moore!” I remarked as I pressed my fingers ever-so-slightly deeper inside of her.
“My… My name’s Demi!” Agent Moore’s – Demi’s – face was flushed as my fingertips easily slid between the slick folds of her hot, tight pussy, and she increased the speed of her pumping as my cock throbbed in her palm and she nuzzled the hollow of my collarbone.
“Demi, beautiful Demi,” I whispered in her ear. A sudden thought occurred, and I paused for a moment, leaned back slightly, and peered into her wide eyes. “Wait a minute,” I said. “Demi Moore?”
She paused as well and let a look of defiant embarrassment cross her face as she stared back at me. “Yes, my name really is Demi Moore,” she replied, her words sounding well-rehearsed. “No relation to the other Demi Moore. No, I’m not a movie star, and yes, I look different from the pictures you’ve seen in magazines. And no, I don’t think I look particularly good in a ball gown. Don’t worry, I’ve heard them all.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask,” I replied with a small grin. “I do want to know, though... Just how good was Bruce Willis in bed?”
“Oh, you asshole!” Demi laughed and rolled me over onto the mattress, swinging her leg over to straddle my hips as she pressed her hot, swollen quim against my throbbing cock. “You’re gonna pay for that!”
“Just remember that you’re the one who’s gonna get it!” I replied with a wicked grin. I lay back and gripped her hips as she reached down and held me in her palm. “Now get that ass down and start doing your duty!”
“O… okay.” She bit her lip as she pressed her pussy against the oozing tip of my cock, and then gasped loudly as she bore down. I could feel the resistance increasing as my head pressed deeper into her too-tight cunt, and slid a hand up to her shoulder to aid her movements. “Oh fuck, this thing’s big,” she gasped as her pussy stretched around my girth.
I didn’t reply, but instead merely growled as I pressed down on her shoulder. Demi winced and moaned as the pressure increased, and then she cried out in agonized pain/pleasure as her inner pink gave way and she sank a full two inches down on my raging cock. “Oh, fuck!” she groaned as she pulled up, and then sank back down, taking another inch inside of her. She threw her head back, her gleaming black curls falling over her shoulders like a wave as she braced herself against my chest and shoved herself further down, taking another inch and gasping. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned again.
I heard a murmur from across the room, and spared a second to glance over. My performance was definitely having an effect on both Rachel and Lam – the tiny blonde had joined the good doctor on the chair and was nuzzling her neck as she stroked the Asian girl’s pussy through her tight shorts. The doctor was doing her best to observe Demi and I, but I could tell she was getting distracted as her notebook lay ignored on the table beside her while her hands were busy tweaking Rachel’s nipples through her shirt. With another glance at us Rachel stripped off the offending tee and slipped out of her shorts, throwing one leg over a chair arm to give Lam better access to her pre-teen pussy. But a single quick wriggle of Demi’s hips brought me back into the moment, and I refocused on the task at hand. My heart seemed to pound in my ears as I slid my hand from her shoulder to her neck, gripping lightly as helped her thrust up and down, my other hand roaming freely over her sweat-slicked flesh.
“My nipples,” she gasp/moaned as she fucked me, “don’t forget them!” She didn’t need to repeat herself as I took up the invitation. I gripped one tiny, pebble-hard nubbin between my thumb and forefinger and twisted, and her entire body shook as she increased the speed of her thrusts. “That’s it, yeah, that’s it!” she groaned. “I’m getting there, I’m getting close!”
I just growled deep in my chest as I felt the pressure in my balls rise. The primal, animal part of me took over, and I tightened my grip on throat and nipple ever so slightly as I used Demi’s body as a fuck-toy, sliding her up and down my cock. The walls of her pussy seemed to stroke my shaft, undulating in encouragement as her body begged to fulfill its biological needs, and I knew that I couldn’t last much longer. “I… I’m gonna cum!” I managed to grunt.
“Do it!” she begged, her voice thick and hoarse from both her efforts and my gentle constriction. “Do it, do it, do it!”
I thrust her down onto me, spearing her pussy with my cock and pressing the tip against her trembling, hyper-sensitive cervix, and she sobbed as I snarled and sprayed my thick, wet seed deep into her girlish womb. Her entire body stiffened above me as she crashed over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm of her own, her head thrown back and her mouth gaping open in a silent scream as her eyes fluttered and she danced on the edge of consciousness. Her cunt gripped my cock, holding it in place as her body willingly accepted the hot load it was designed to receive. At the same time I heard another gasping moan, and another quick glance let me know that both Rachel and Lam were crashing over the edge as well, their fingers buried in each other’s cunts as they watched the lewd display on the bed.
After I had splurted what felt like a gallon of spunk into her belly, Demi let loose with a great, guttering gasp and almost collapsed atop of me. Our lips met once more and we feasted upon each other’s kiss as our trembling bodies recovered, my twitching cock still buried deep inside her clenching, spasming pussy. I ran my fingertips down Demi’s spine, my fingertips sliding easily along her sweat-slicked ebony flesh as the girl shivered in pleasure, and cupped one slim ass cheek as I held her close. “So,” I asked with a half-smile as my breathing returned to normal, “did that take care of your tensions?”
“Oooo, yeah.” The tiny girl wriggled her hips, rolling my still-stiff cock around inside her overstuffed pussy and shuddered with pleasure once more. “Now I see why all your girls are so intent on defending your honor!”
“Damn straight!” Rachel interjected. The tiny blonde had a well-fucked look of her own, her body gleaming in the dim light of the room as she shuddered through an orgasm.
“So, Agent Moore,” Lam said as she untangled herself from Rachel, stood, and walked over to the pair of us on the bed. “Did you orgasm during intercourse?”
“Ooo, yeah.” Demi grinned as she rolled off of me, nestled in the crook of my arm, and ran her fingertips up my sweat-slicked abdomen, shuddering slightly in pleasure.
“And Michael,” the doctor continued, “did you ejaculate inside of her?”
“I… Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was there,” I replied dryly. “I’m pretty sure I did.”
“Yes, he did,” Demi said in support to my assertion as she snuggled tighter against me. “I can still feel it.”
“Ah. Excellent.” Lam turned and padded over to the writing desk, and started jotting something in her Notebook of Mystery, totally heedless of her nude state. “Now, Agent Moore…”
“Demi, please.”
“Sorry… Demi, this is very, very important.” Lam leaned forward, almost as if she were watching a lottery drawing on television while holding a winning ticket. “How do you feel about Michael now?”
“How do I feel?” The caramel-colored sex-kitten looked at me, her eyes mystified and a match to my own confused look. “I… He’s okay, I guess. Pretty good in the sack, he knows how to use his equipment. A good fuck, I give it nine stars.”
“Ah, but would you do it again?” I asked with a grin.
“Probably,” she replied with a matching grin. “After dinner and a movie first, of course.”
“Excuse me, we take turns here,” Rachel interjected. The tiny blonde stretched and hopped off the mattress, peering out into the night as she wiped a bead of sweat from between her non-existent breasts. “You can have Mikey again after I’ve had him.”
“But what about Lam?” I asked.
“Maybe we need to put together a schedule,” Rachel said. “I’ll fuck Mikey on Mondays and Thursdays, Lam on Tuesdays and Fridays, and Demi can have you Wednesdays and Saturdays.”
“What about Sundays?”
Rachel laughed, stuck out her tongue, and turned back to the night. “You have to spank the monkey then!”
“That’s okay,” Demi said, her voice containing a hint of husky contentment. “I can survive without getting it twice a week.”
“Really?” Lam seemed interested in what seemed like her random comment, and peered at the agent. “You aren’t interested in a regularly scheduled sexual liaison with Michael?” she added as she clambered onto the mattress and leaned over me, peering directly into Demi’s brown eyes and actually causing the hard-bitten Secret Service agent to wilt a bit..
“Uhm…” Demi looked at me again, her gaze mystified. “No?” she asked, her words more a question than a definitive statement.
“Hmm.” Lam’s eyes were quizzical as she looked first at Demi, then at me, and then back at the agent, almost seeming as if she were trying to peer into our souls. She stared at me for almost fifteen seconds, her gaze thoughtful, and then scribbled furiously in her notebook. “Interesting.”
There came a low hiss from the leafy trees outside as the weather finally began to turn. “Mmm, that’s nice,” Rachel said as she stood in the middle of the open French doors and the faintest of breezes washed over her nude, sweat-slicked form. “I was beginning to think we were never gonna get out of this swamp weather!”
“That would be nice,” Lam agreed as she appeared to mentally change gears. She flipped her notebook closed, gave my chest a quick kiss, hopped off the mattress, and padded over to the doors, her bare, well-fucked backside almost wriggling in delight. “But it is coming in from the south, which means that it might be just as humid.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Rachel replied as she stretched. “I just want to feel some wind!”
“Wind…” I muttered as I held Demi to my side, but suddenly the warm, well-fucked little girl faded from my awareness. Something was tickling the back of my mind – a strange sort of something, almost as if I were making connections between half-remembered events, disconnected things that made no sense in the moment but now were coming together.
“What is it?” Demi raised her head from my shoulder and fixed me with a quizzical expression.
“I… The wind…” A dark, nagging thought was tickling the back of my brain. I absentmindedly kissed the top of the agent’s head and slipped from the mattress myself, my mind turning over as I joined the other two at the doors. “Something about…”
“Be quiet!” I insisted. “I think he moved!”
We both fell silent and peered at the figure below. After a few seconds he simply froze, and then raised his head. He scanned the street, turning first one way and then the other, and as the rain started to slack he raised his face even higher as he peered about.
“What is he doing?” Rachel whispered.
“I think he’s… sniffing,” I replied. The madman kept turning in a small circle, smelling the air, searching for a scent of… something.
“What is it, Mikey?’ Rachel’s face contained a combination of worry and nervousness as she stepped back from the door and peered up at me. Her nude state might have been a distraction, but at that moment my gaze was a million miles away. “What’s wrong?”
Every so often we would spot a figure off in the distance, swaying in the middle of a field or at the bottom of an exit ramp, figures that almost seemed oblivious to our presence as they stared off into space. Once, one of the things shook himself after we passed by and took off in pursuit, but a quick burst of speed left him far behind and we were able to lose our pursuer with ease.
“What are you thinking, Michael?” Lam gnawed on her lower lip, concern and doubt apparent in her brown eyes.
“We’re almost out of food, it’s like a sauna in here, and we’re running out of medicine. And with the water situation… Well, I just think it might be nice to be able to have drinkable water and be able to take a shower at the same time. I’m sticky, and I stink.”
“No, you smell nice ‘n musky,” Rachel responded with a kiss to my chest. “I stink.”
“Hey, that’s fine by me,” I responded as my breath came a little quicker. “I like stinky little girls.”
“Fuck,” I whispered in horror, drawing the single-syllable word into four and my eyes wide with shock as a everything clicked together and a cold dread ran up my spine.
“What is it, Michael?” Lam asked insistently.
“It’s the smell,” I muttered quietly.
“What about the smell?” Demi slid off the bed and padded over to us, the nervous look in her eyes mirroring those of Lam and Rachel.
“It’s the scent!” I spun and groped for my boxers, hopping on one foot as I tried to pull them on. “Get dressed, fast, and get your stuff together!” I glanced at the open door, both felt and heard the wind pick up a bit more, and started hunting for my jeans. “Quick, there isn’t much time!”
“Mikey, you’re scaring me!” Rachel’s voice quavered as she pulled her panties up her slim legs. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s the scent, those things track by smell! That’s why things have been so quiet here lately, the air’s been so still because of the weather that they just didn’t know the girls were hiding out here! That’s why there’s only been a couple Ferals that poked their heads up, because they couldn’t smell you!” I practically yanked my jeans up my legs as I scrambled to get dressed.
“No,” Demi said in horror, her mocha skin paling at the realization, and with a start she began scrambling for her clothes as well.
“And the wind’s coming from the south, and washing over the city,” I added as I pulled my tee shirt over my head and down my torso. “So that means…” I trailed off as I grabbed my shotgun – and stared straight at Lam. Unlike the panicked movements of Demi as she cursed and struggled to slip her wadded panties up her legs as she hopped on one foot, unlike the shocked Rachel who had frozen like a deer in the headlights of a semi, the Asian girl’s face was a neutral mask, giving nothing and betraying nothing, merely tapping a single fingernail against the cover of her notebook.
And almost as if my words were prophetic there was a loud, snarling cry followed by a single loud gunshot from outside, and then another, and then two more, and suddenly a steady barrage of gunfire as the White House defenders opened up on their targets. Demi’s radio crackled and a tiny, terrified voice began shouting. “Contact! Contact, North Gate, contact, East Gate! They’re comin’ from behind the Treasury and across Lafayette! Jesus fucking Christ, there’s hundreds of ‘em!”
