Victory Tour (Part 258)

Tuesday, Nov. 13

I again woke up with multiple soft female forms pressed against me. It took a bit for me to understand my situation.

It couldn't be Arlene and Jan again. They were out of town.

It wouldn't be Karen and Chanda. Grandma never would have allowed it after all but walking in on us last night. Besides, the tits pushing into my flesh didn't feel big enough.

Maybe I should take a look and see who'd joined me in the night. I had to concentrate, but I eventually managed to get my eyes open. Well, one eye open. Just a crack.

A little more concentration enabled me to move my head.

I may have mentioned this before, but I am not exactly a morning person. Maybe not as bad as Kacie, but bad enough.

A look to my right showed an attractive 30-something blonde I thought I should recognize slumbering peacefully. To my left was a little brunette waif. Ah, yes. My pets. What were their names again?

I don't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside. That was enough to make me realize I'd expended enough effort for the moment. With a happy sigh, I surrendered to the darkness once more.

I have no idea how much more sleep I got, but it was enough that being able to function this morning shouldn't be a problem. At any rate, I came awake easily enough when someone shook my shoulder.

"Daddy, it's time to get up," a feminine voice said. "You really need a shower."

"OK, baby," I mumbled as I forced myself to sit up. It took a little more work to get my feet on the floor, but I managed to resist the temptation to answer the siren call of my pillow.

Eventually, I was able to force myself to stand and slowly shuffle in the direction of the bathroom. I started the shower and took a seat on the toilet as the water warmed up. Resting my chin in my palm with an elbow on a knee as I did my business told me I might ought to shave this morning.

Getting into the shower was easy enough and I gave myself a good scrubbing. I even used soap and shampoo. I spent long enough under the spray to get mostly awake. I still thought it'd be a good idea to hurry up and graduate so I could start operating under my own schedule instead of someone else's.

Jo was sitting at the little table with a cup of coffee when I exited the bathroom totally nude. The way she licked her lips as she glanced at my dick made me think she hadn't been completely traumatized by our encounter Friday night. Or maybe she was just licking a drop of coffee off her lips.

I could hear Marie bustling around in the kitchen as she prepared our breakfast and went to dress. Wonder of wonders, all my fleece tops and windbreakers were back in place on the clothes bar. I selected a polo and a pair of khakis for the day.

A look at my weather app made me wish I had a winter jacket here. It was right at 32 degrees outside and would be most of the day. It was supposed to crack 40 by the time practice started this afternoon. Better ask Coach Rogers for one of those long-sleeve undershirts.

Since I expected to be inside the majority of the time, I figured I could get by with a fleece. But a trip home to raid my closet was put on my to-do list.

"It's on the table, Daddy," Marie called out as I sat on the bed to pull on some socks.

"Thank you, baby," I called back, hoping loafers would be heavy enough for today. I didn't want my little piggies feeling the chill just because I was underdressed.

I was greeted with coffee-flavored kisses from my pets and set down to a plate with enough scrambled eggs and sausage to feed Jed.

"So, who was she?" Marie asked in a slightly accusatory tone as she placed a glass of pineapple juice next to my plate.

"Who was who?" I responded in my best clueless style.

"The girl who wore you out so bad you were dead asleep before 10 o'clock," Jo smirked. "The one we smelled on you all night."

Oh, shit. Good thing I had a mouthful food to chew on. I chewed it very well. And took a sip of pineapple juice to help wash it down.

My delay tactics only caused the expectant stares aimed at me to intensify. Better take control of this situation yesterday.

"A better question would be where did you two go last night," I growled, calling on my inner Clint Eastwood once again. "I came over here after practice last night and everything was locked up."

"I was helping Jo get some of her things from her house," Marie said as I took another bite of breakfast. "Mrs. Jenson said she can stay here for the time being. Miss Carla is supposed to get some of the security people to help. Jo wants to have all her stuff moved out by the end of the week."

"I was going to rent one of those storage units," Jo said quietly. "I'll start looking for an apartment after we get the girls settled in at the shelter."

"Or," I said, giving my new pet my full attention, "you can use one of the upstairs bedrooms at my house. One is practically empty except for a queen bed. There's no reason for you to spend money when I'm supposed to be responsible for you."

"You'd really do that?" the blonde asked.

"For now, at least," I said. "If you feel you need your own place, we'll find something. Right now, I'd feel better if you had people around you. My place and the shelter can provide that."

"Thank you, Master!" Jo squealed, throwing her arms around my neck and squeezing tight enough to be an issue.

It took a sec to peel her off me. I was just glad we didn't knock my plate off the table.

"And you, young lady," I said, turning to Marie once things calmed down a bit. "What was the deal Sunday evening? There were too many people there who didn't need to hear you calling me Daddy or campaign for a spanking. It was bad enough my parents, grandparents and Coach Tucker were there. But my cousins, the governor and his wife, not to mention the fathers of some of the other girls DID NOT need to see that!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy," the little waif mumbled with a furious blush. "But hearing that you threatened to spank that other woman was just too much! The idea of getting spanked and knocked up at the same time had me dripping wet!"

At least she hadn't voiced the fact that she was fertile in front of that crowd, I thought as I scooped up another forkful. Mom was going to be difficult enough to deal with without that little fact.

"Did Dr. Ramakrishnan talk to you?" I asked after swallowing the bite.

"Yes," Marie admitted. "She asked me some questions and set up a time to talk again this weekend. She seems to understand things better than my regular therapist."

"And how did Rhonda Devers know about it?" I asked. "She jumped my butt in the middle of the cafeteria yesterday. This is not something I'm going to discuss in public."

"She visited for the afternoon," Marie mumbled. "I tried to get her to come along when we went to your house, but she wouldn't. We didn't do anything, but I kept thinking about her watching you make me pregnant. Then I got to thinking about licking your come out of her. I was already pretty worked up when we came over."

And from the smell of things, she was getting worked up again. I was going to need another shower if I didn't get my ass out of here.

"I am not going to fuck the girl," I stated flatly as I cleaned my plate. "She doesn't want anything to do with me and I'm not interested in changing her mind. It'd take too much time and energy. I need to spend those commodities on the women who are already part of my life. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Marie said meekly.

"We can talk more tonight if you're going to be around," I said. "Right now, I need to get moving. Sherry's expecting me. Thank you for breakfast, Marie. That was very good."

"You're welcome, Daddy," Marie said, reaching in to take my empty plate.

I chugged down the remaining pineapple juice as the little waif took my plate and utensils to the sink. Jo, though, proved a tougher nut to crack.

"You still haven't told us who you were with last night," the blonde cooed with a wicked grin.

"OK," I sighed after swallowing the last of the juice, figuring they were going to find out sooner or later. "Like I told you, I went over to my house to check some things because no one was here."

"So, it was all our fault," Marie snorted.

"I didn't say that," I snapped. "It wasn't really anyone's fault. It just kinda happened."

"So, who was she?" Jo persisted.

"I was going through the house, making a list of things I'd need for my grandmother," I said, trying to delay announcing the acquisition of another girlfriend as long as possible. "She's furnishing the house. I didn't realize it at the time, but Chanda and Karen were both there."

"And you did it with ..." Jo started before her eyes went wide. "Both of them? Really?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, wondering if I was going to have to put my blonde pet over my knee in addition to the brunette.

I'd better not acquire any more pets. I was running out of knees to put them over.

"No, Master," Jo said hastily with a blush.

"No wonder you reeked of pussy," Marie snorted from behind me. "Lupita's going to be mad at you taking someone else before her."

"And who's going to tell her?" I demanded with a stony glare. "Lupita will get her turn when and only when I think she's ready. She's only been here 10 days and has gone through a lot. I don't want to do anything to harm her, physically or emotionally."

"Except that might be what she needs," Jo said thoughtfully. "You're all she's got to hold on to now."

"Which is one reason to have her helping with the girls at the shelter," I said. "She'll be around people she knows and Chanda will be available to talk to her. And speaking of Lupita, where's she staying now? I never heard what the plan is and it's hard to tell if she's still here. It's not like she had a lot of stuff."

"Carla Johnson thought it'd be better from a security standpoint if she stayed at the shelter until the new girls get settled in," Jo said. "Don't be surprised if she shows up at your doorstep one of these days expecting to cook for you, though. She mentioned serving El Patron more than once yesterday."

"How'd things go yesterday?" I asked.

"Pretty well, I think," Jo said. "Even I could tell those girls have been through a lot, but they seemed to accept their situation. Chanda said it'll just take time to see how traumatized they are, but I never heard that any of them had been sexually abused, at least since they came to that school. Carla said the slave ring was pretty strict about that kind of thing. Virgins bring a higher price."

Probably helped that Alejandro de la Vega was more interested in the likes of Zander Caufield. Less temptation to sample the goods.

"Well, The 320 Foundation has been chartered and my folks are supposed to be starting on getting the women's shelter set up," I said. "I'll talk to Mr. Patterson about funding things. We'll need to find someone to run the shelter, but it sounds like we've got a good start on staffing with you, Chanda and Lupita. I'll tell him to pay you what you were getting from your school district. My advice is to wait for the district to make the next move. If you're on paid leave, let them pay you for as long as they will. You can save up a little bit over the next couple of months, at least."

"Thank you, Master," Jo whispered.

"I've got to go," I said, pushing back from the table. "You ladies be good. I should be back by 7 if I don't have too much homework."

"Bye, Daddy," Marie said, leaning in for a smooch.

"Have a good day, Master," Jo said, grabbing a kiss of her own.

I finally tore myself away, grabbed my phone and a fleece and stepped out into the chilly gloom. It was after 7:15. I was going to have to hurry to get to Sherry's on time.

A black SUV was waiting in the drive when I reached the Beemer. The windshield was coated in frost, meaning I'd be further delayed by waiting for the heater to melt it. Despite the chill, I took the time to make sure my backpack was still in the trunk. It was, fortunately.

I got in, cranked up and turned the defroster on full blast. At least the windshield washer wasn't frozen up. A couple of squirts helped melt the frost as I waited for the engine to warm up. I took time to shoot Sherry a text that I'd be on my way as soon as my windows cleared.

Once the engine heated up, the heater started pumping out BTUs in a hurry. It wasn't five minutes before melted spots began spreading across the bottom of the windshield. A couple of swipes with the wipers made my field of vision wide enough that I felt comfortable in getting started.

Might help if I went and bought one of those little scrapers, though. I didn't need to go through this every morning until graduation.

The black SUV started backing out of the drive when I shifted into reverse. Once it was clear, I got moving myself.

The drive to Sherry's wasn't too bad. It was easy to tell which motorists hadn't let their cars warm up before starting their commutes. There was a lot of vapor being pumped out of exhaust pipes on the first frosty morning of the fall, but the pavement was clear.

I pulled up to the Parkers' house only a couple of minutes late. It shouldn't be a problem as long as Sherry was ready.

The JV cheerleader stepped out of the door before I got up the porch steps and quickly hooked an arm so I could help her down. Sherry's coat made her look like the Michelin Man and I'm sure the stocking cap would become uncomfortable before the end of first period. Maybe she had a scarf in her bag.

"How was the first day of Independent Study?" she asked as I led her down the walk.

"OK, I guess," I said. "I'm supposed to get my assignments for the rest of the week today, then it's just a matter of turning them in on time. I've already got Algebra II out of the way, but I've got to do a paper for English IV this morning and work on a Creative Writing project at some point."

"I wish I could get in on that," Sherry sighed as I helped her to her seat. "It'd be a lot easier to stay caught up when I have to miss time for treatment."

I helped the girl get buckled in — it was hard to work around that bulky coat — dropped her bag in the trunk and went around to reclaim my seat. As soon as I got cranked up, I changed the direction of the heater from the windshield to the floorboard. My little piggies were feeling the chill.

We were barely to the end of Sherry's block when my phone started ringing. I was able to pull it out far enough to see it was Arlene and accept the call.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said as the phone connected to the car's Bluetooth. "How's the trip?"

"AM I GOING TO HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOU COLLECTING ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND EVERY TIME I LEAVE TOWN?!?!?!" blasted over the speakers as I turned toward the high school. "Karen was bad enough, but you couldn't even wait a full day to nail Chanda. I could've sworn I heard you say you weren't looking for more, you bastard!"

Well, that news sure traveled fast. It didn't help that Sherry was there right beside me to hear it all. Which meant my other girlfriends would get the news by lunch. Probably A lunch, with my luck.

"It just kinda happened," I whined, sounding rather pitiful. "I didn't mean to."

"A likely story," the redheaded goddess spat. "She was a virgin, for chrissake!"

"Was" being the key word here, but the Punjabi bint didn't seem to mind changing her status. I mean, I'd asked if she was sure.

"He really is going to get 72 before he reaches paradise," a voice that sounded a lot like Jan called from the background.

"Hush, you," Arlene snapped. "Don't encourage him. And you, try to keep from ravaging any more virgins until we get back. Or have you already bagged Lupita, too?"

"Lupita is still pure, as far as I know," I said.

"So am I," a giggling Sherry said jut loud enough for Arlene to hear. "We're supposed to go out next weekend, though. Will you be back by then? I've got plans for him, ya know."

"Is that Sherry?" Arlene asked. "How are you doing, dear?""

"Pretty good," Sherry said. "My next round is supposed to start the Monday after Thanksgiving. I want my turn with him before that."

"All the more reason to make him keep it in his pants these next few days," Arlene said. "Maybe you and the other girls can guard him for the rest of this week. We should be back on Sunday.

"Who's going to guard the guards?" Jan asked from the background.

"I told you to hush!" Arlene snapped again. "I'll never let you get pregnant if you can't behave."

"I thought misbehaving was how you get pregnant in the first place," Jan giggled, sounding eerily like Bethany.

"Not if everyone else uses him up first," Arlene shot back. "You want him fully charged, not shooting dust."

OK, I think this had officially become the strangest conversation I've had on my way to school. I blamed it on Arlene having one of those crazy mood swings she'd warned me pregnant women have.

"Look, I need to concentrate on driving," I said. "We're almost to school and I want to get Sherry there safely. We can talk more tonight. I should be done by about 7."

"Fine," Arlene harrumphed, "but don't think I'm done with you, mister. I'll have Marie chain you down if I have to."

"I'll try to behave," I said, thinking that would be a lot easier to do if sexy women would quit winding up alone with me. "Y'all have a good trip. Love y'all.

"Love you too," Arlene said, "but you're still a bastard. Sherry, you have permission on your date, but try to keep him in line for the rest of the week."

"Yes, ma'am," the JV cheerleader giggled. "Enjoy your trip."

Sherry was able to keep it together just long enough for the call to disconnect.

"You really took Dr. Chanda's virginity last night?" she smirked as I pulled into the senior lot. "Lupita's gonna be pissed!"

"Like I said, it just happened," I sighed. "It wasn't like I planned anything."

"I bet she did, though," Sherry giggled. "Your aunt's been blocking her for weeks!"

"Go ahead and get inside," I said, pulling up to the southeast entrance. "I'll bring you your bag."

"You know one good thing about this," Sherry said, stealing a smooch before getting out of the car.

"What?" I asked.

"Chanda'll know what she's talking about the next time Lupita asks her what it's gonna be like with you."

Ya know, I really oughta put that girl over my knee. Might oughta wait until she was declared cancer-free.