Barstow - Almost Caught at Wor

The dynamic foursome of Emily, Ellie, Debbie, and Steven has been riding high after consecutive major "victories", first painting that dive in Cantrall an especially deep shade of red, then there was the volleyball orgy sponsored by Steve's platonic love from two decades past, Suzanne.

That

event was anything

but

platonic this time around.

Ellie and Debbie have been overnighting more frequently at the Albertson house, especially now that school is on summer schedule and Ellie only has a couple of classes to teach. The stay-overs are happening often enough for Steve and Cyan to have shuffled things around in their closet and dresser for their lovers to have places to stash more than a day's change of clothes.

Jackson and Cyan certainly don't mind sort of "losing" their Steve and Em to the two ladies. For one thing, their compersion towards the four is yet more loving joy in the household. Then, of course, there is absolutely nothing wrong whatsoever with six in Steve and Cy's oversize bed, nearly every overnighter an opportunity for loving swaps among the six. Jackson is having his own fun, faking a pout when Steve's been getting special attention then having all four ladies pounce on him in response. It always gives Steve a good chuckle.

The polyamory has become deeply rooted.

Breakfast this morning consists mostly of the usual silly banter and teasing around the table. Debbie volunteered to prepare eggs and bacon this morning, donning an apron to defend her otherwise naked body against the grease spatters. Bacon does that. Everybody is enjoying the views of her very fine ass as she tends to the cooking, and giving her an appropriate amount of grief.

But not

too

much, as she's preparing their meals!

"You know better!" Steve chuckles in response to Deb's reaching for a bottle of sriracha, faking a revenge on his eggs for his wisecracks about her crack. She just grins back. The others are amused.

"You have a class today?" Cyan asks Ellie.

"Yeah. 1:15, remedial calculus." She rolls her eyes. "Mostly engineering majors."

"Oh. So you're in no big hurry this morning."

"Well I gotta be!" Debbie complains. "I'm on for lunch rush. Hafta be there by 11:00."

On the counter being charged, a phone rings.

"Shit!" Debbie complains, recognizing the ring tone. "That's Derek. That fuckin' idiot just won't take a hint!"

Derek is Deb's ex just before she hooked-up with Steve, Ellie and Emily in that magic moment of discovery a while back.

"Speaker?" Steve suggests.

"Perfect!" she laughs. "On three, everybody!"

She lays her phone on the table, "One... two...

three!"

and taps to answer. The chorus responds, "Good morning, Derek!"

"Dammit, Debbie," complains the voice from the other end. "This call was supposed to be between

me

and

you!

"

"'Dammit'

yourself

, Derek. How many times have I told you

you are not in the picture any more?

"

"But you're not in a real relationship!"

"Oh yes I am! And it doesn't matter! Is Jared still your roommate?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Steve breaks in, "Yes it is, Derek. And you know why."

"

You

keep the fuck out of this, asshole!"

"Think again, prick. Leave her alone. You are done. Finis. Over with. Stop bothering her. You are one step away from a restraining order.

Kapish?

"

"Derek," Debbie takes it, "he's absolutely right. We were barely

a thing

, anyway. You know I'm not going to get near your ass, not after what happened at your apartment."

"We were just having fun!"

"

Well I was sure as shit not having fun!

That fucking roommate of yours

tried to rape me!

Twice

!

"

"But I thought you

liked

to screw!"

"On

my

terms,

motherfucker!

Jared's a fucking

Neanderthal

, and you sure as shit aren't that far behind!"

Jackson speaks up. "Derek, I think we're done here."

"That's right," in the background, the other ladies agreeing together.

"Who the fuck are

you?

"

"Jackson. One of Debbie's lovers."

"Alright, asshole, just how much of her

lover

are you?"

"Oh? You

really

want to go to the mat with this? Em? You kept score last night, right?"

Emily answers, "Sorta. Derek, let's talk. Jackson did her twice. I did her three times. Steve fucked her... Steve? Twice? Three times?"

Steve holds up four fingers.

"Okay," Em continues, "Steve confirms four. She and Ellie had a

great

69. Cyan?"

"I got my licks in, too!" Cy chuckles, "Uh huh. Yeah. So did

she

."

Debbie audibly chuckles.

Jackson takes it, "You getting the big picture now, dimwit?"

"So you idiots screw a lot. Big deal."

Debbie scolds, "And you get

none

, and you

always will!

Understand? Don't call me again. If you show up at work, I'll call the police, if Sandy doesn't beat me to it. Leave me alone. Blocking your number

now!

We're done."

Deb reaches to her phone to end the call.

Everybody exhales, "Wow," being the sentiment.

"Maybe not the time," Steve quietly poses to Debbie, "but why didn't you block his number before this? It's been three months, at least."

"Oh, trust me, that won't be the last time. He's bought burners just to harass me like this. I'm surprised he called me on his regular number this time. I thought I blocked it, but obviously not."

"Okay, sweetie. Tell you what. This afternoon I'll talk with our lawyer and have him advise where the line is between harassment and stalking. I don't think we're there yet with stalking. But you're right, if he shows-up at your restaurant or apartment, absolutely call the police, if only for putting it on the record."

"Stevie?" Ellie interrupts. "Hot tub? We all could use a good cuddle 'n' soak to break the tension."

"Good idea."

"What's burning?" Cyan wrinkles her nose.

"

Fuck!

" Debbie exclaims. "

Everything!

"

She quickly shuts off the griddle and the rest of the gang starts to chuckle and snicker.

"Looks like poached nudies for breakfast," Emily jokes.

"Oh, you're funny. Turn on the fan," Steve moans, rolling his eyes. "Need to clear the smoke."

Ellie chuckles, "Let's go! Stevie? You gonna get it hard for me?"

"I do believe that can be arranged."

The gang laughs and slaps at him. That's better.

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Jackson and Emily didn't really have time to linger in the hot tub before taking off for work, but they managed at least a little bit of wet intimacy, Em taking Steve and getting herself off in their coitus, and Jackson pleasing the always-randy Ellie. Steve scowled at Jackson for cumming in El in the tub, meaning that he had to skim semen out of the tub water

and

was gifted with sloppy seconds. Not the first time and won't be the last.

Debbie and Ellie repaired to the bedroom to share in more 69 for a refresh of last night's loving before taking off for their respective work days.

Having cleaned up the mess from the burned breakfast, Steve and Cyan are seated at the kitchen table, relaxing over coffee and tea.

"You really going to talk to our lawyer today?" Cyan asks.

"Yep. This thing with Derek can't continue. While she takes it like a trouper, Debbie does get upset when he keeps pushing on her like that."

"Oh? She handled it really well this morning."

"Practice. You might notice she clung to Ellie after the guys left. She needed the comfort."

"Why not

you?

"

"I'm a guy. Deb needed non-guy loving."

"But she loves you, Steven. And even better, she

trusts

you."

"I'm still a guy, a representative of the gender that wronged her."

"Was she actually

raped?

"

"Maybe not vaginally even though Jared tried, but he did force his cock into her mouth while she and Derek were fucking."

"I didn't know that."

"Debbie is pretty open with the three of us, feeling it safe to drop her usual cheerful and guarded persona in times of emotional distress."

"And then there's

you

, Steven Calaway. You engender trust and mutual support. There's a good reason all these women crave your company."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I love you, too."

Cyan smiles, then asks, "Besides the lawyer call, what's on

our

agenda for the day?"

"Not much. I do need to drain and clean the tub."

"Yeah," Cy laughs. "You hate it when Jax cums in the tub."

"Occupational hazard, I guess. Doesn't upset me

too

much. Oh. Did I tell you about Toby?"

"What about 'im? Haven't seen him in the past few weeks especially considering how often Ellie's been sleeping with us."

"Girlfriend."

"

No! You're kidding!

"

"Yep. Ellie put 'im up to it. And I quote her quote, 'You need to venture out!'"

"Do you have any idea who she is?"

"Staffer at his country club. I may not have this right, but she might be their pro. You know how he is about smart chicks."

"Good for him. I think. Ellie's actually okay with this?"

"Uh huh. Also assuages her guilt about the amount of time she's spending with us."

"Do you think we're going to see them here as a couple?"

"Don't know. Too soon to tell. What are

your

plans?"

"I made an appointment with Sergio. I could use a waxing."

"Among other things, I suspect!" Steve laughs. "Once he's in you up to his balls, tell 'im I said 'hi'."

"You can be so evil sometimes," she sighs.

"Why yes. Yes I can."

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"Singleton, Thomas and Dewar," says the voice on the other end. "How may I direct your call?"

"Steve Albertson here. Nate wouldn't happen to have a moment for me, would he?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Albertson. Let me see if Mr. Singleton is available. Hold, please."

"Thank you."

A couple of clicks, and the line picks up.

"

Steven A!

How the

fuck

are you?"

"Doin' super, Nate! You and Doris holdin' things down?"

"Sure are! How's Cyan? Who's she doing these days? Gawd. That wife of yours sure knows how to screw!"

"Oh, she sure does! She's doing her waxing guy as we speak."

"Sergio? Doris certainly appreciates his extra services, too. What's going on?"

"Got a new special girlfriend since we last spoke. Long-term deal, not just one of our swinger friends."

Nate laughs, "Of course you do! Is there a problem?"

"Oh, not with her. With her ex. He's been calling her repeatedly to get under her skin, trying to convince her to come back to him."

"Any residual interest on her part?"

"

Nada

. She wants no part of him especially since his roommate tried to rape her."

"She want to press charges?"

"No. I'm surprised you said that, Nate. You know anything with sex in it is a minefield for us."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, man. Can't do much about simple harassment. She change her phone number yet?"

"No, but we know that's her next move. What we need to know is where the line is where it becomes stalking and we can get an RO."

"Physical presence. He showing-up on her doorstep? Or workplace?"

"There's the rub. She's a server at a restaurant. Public place."

"Oh, that's complicated. Which restaurant? Franchise or mom 'n' pop?"

"Applebee's on Dirksen."

"You know the manager there, if I recall. Popular chain location is going to be that much more complicated."

"Yeah. Manager is one of our swinger friends."

"Okay, Steven. I know your tastes in women. The tall blonde, right?"

"Uh huh. Debbie."

"

You fuckin' dog!

No wonder you want to protect her! Gorgeous!"

"She's special, Nate. We have a bunch in common. Unusual stuff."

"Never mind the twenty years' difference."

"Doesn't matter. You have a game plan?"

"We'll have to dig into case law on this. There are probably several relevant cases out of Chicago, so I don't think we are doing anything new. Tell you what."

"What's that?"

"You and Cyan good for Sunday night at your place? I'd like to invite Doris and myself over for some hot tub time with you two."

"Four."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it really has been a while since we chatted. We sort of married another couple last July, Nate. Emily and Jackson Foster. We're committed in spirit, but civil unions don't cover poly situations."

"At least not yet, Steve. Congratulations, then. Looking forward to meeting them."

"Six o'clock for cocktails?"

"Done. See you then."

"Thanks, Nate."

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In his office and at his desk, Steve is sipping a coffee and idly scratching Solomon's ear while he grimaces at today's lousy stock market numbers on his computer. "That's gonna hurt," he mumbles to himself. He hears the garage door open and then close, announcing Cyan's return from her salon appointment.

She steps into the office and pulls on the tie holding her wrap dress together. It drops to the floor.

"What do you think? You like?" she grins.

"Lovely! I like! One question, though."

"What's that?"

"Is the swelling and pink from the waxing, or fucking Sergio?"

"You're so nasty, Steven," Cy smirks. "Both, actually."

"Nice to know you had a good time. I do like the results, however."

"Serge said Emily is probably due for a waxing, too."

"And fuck."

"Goes without saying. He said he has a couple of openings on Saturday if she's interested."

"Text him and reserve one for her. We're going to have special company Sunday evening, and she'll want to look her best."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Nate and Doris. I made that call we talked about earlier, and he asked if we were free. I mentioned Em and Jax, and he seemed pleased at the idea of meeting them. Six o'clock okay?"

"No problem with me. How long has it been since we saw them?"

"Almost a year."

"They're nice to have. Too bad they don't play with the group."

"Given his position in the community, it's very understandable. You know that. We have to keep our relationship with them on the down low."

"I guess. You have any thoughts about dinner?"

"How about thawing those meatballs and we can do spaghetti. It's just the four of us tonight."

"That works. Lemme throw this dress in the hamper and I'll get things started. How'd it go with the tub? Is it going to be ready when the guys get home?"

"No. Still heating up. It should be ready after dinner. Gawd. Cleaning was not fun. A lot more scrubbing than usual."

"Jax?"

"No. Some sort of sticky algae. I need to talk to the pool guy."

"That's why we pay you the big bucks."

"Very funny, dear."

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"Honey! We're home!" is the shout as Emily bursts through the door from the garage.

"You watch too much old TV," Steve grumbles from his perch in the office.

"Aww. That's back when TV was

fun

, Stevie!"

"And socially ignorant. I don't need to tell

you

that."

"What's with the dour, sweetie?"

"Oh, stock market went to hell today."

"Is that going to affect us?"

"Not really. It'll recover. It always does, it's only a question of how long it takes."

"Wanna soak your worries away?"

"Can't. Tub took longer to clean than I planned. Won't be warm enough until after dinner."

"We can deal with that. Let me get out of these clothes and I'll meet you in the big shower."

Jax is inside after plugging in the car. "I heard. What was the problem with the tub?"

"Algae I'd not seen before. It took a bit of scrubbing."

"That sticky orange crap?"

"You've seen it?"

"Yeah. I thought it was normal. I guess not."

"I'll talk to the pool guy tomorrow."

"Where's Cy?"

"Dunno. Last I knew she was working on dinner."

"

Steven!

" Emily shouts from the other end of the house. "

Get your ass in here!

"

Jax laughs, "You've been summoned."

"Did she have a rough day or something?"

"I'll let

her

fill you in."

"That's ominous."

Jackson

laughs

as Steve quicksteps to the big shower, throwing his shirt and shorts on the bed as he passes through. Whatever has Em all worked up has to be fun, funny, or weird.

Steve opens the shower door and steps in, only for Emily to

immediately

grasp his testicles with both hands and squeeze them with all she's got.

"

Ack! Ow! Mygawd, Em! What did I do to deserve

this

? Hooboy!

"

"Nothing, lover. I'm just having to take it out on

somebody!

"

"

You can let go now! Gawd!

"

She leans into him and whispers, "(I know you love that, Stevie-pie.)"

Em kisses his cheek and then goes in for a real hug and

real

kiss. They embrace and relax into each other under the warm rain.

"What happened?"

"Tom. That's what happened. We almost got caught."

"How? Who? Where?"

"He insisted on getting naked in that warehouse I normally don't mess with. We were chasing each other around the stacks playing hide-seek-and-fuck when the big loading doors opened and a crew popped through the office doors to work on a truck that had just backed in."

"Wasn't it recoverable like the last time you guys messed around like that?"

"No! They were moving pallets around between us and our clothes!"

"And...?"

"We started desperately checking doors on the utility closets on the backside. I

swear

one of the warehouse guys saw me for a second. I found one door unlocked and we squeezed in next to a buzzing transformer. Yeah, we had a place to hide, but it was so noisy we couldn't hear the forklift."

"What'd you do then?"

"Killed time. I'd crack the door open every so often to check for activity. The crew was obviously in no hurry."

"In other words, lacking anything else to do and considering you two were naked, you fucked each other silly."

"Yeah. We must've been in there an hour. Ohgawd, Steven. I felt the fear adrenalin like when you and I get crazy in places we shouldn't, but with you it's incredibly erotic. The fear for me was real this time. I was really scared. What would happen if we

actually

were caught?"

"I can somewhat imagine. Tom couldn't have used his powers to cover things up, that's for sure. Both of you would lose your jobs. Probably Jackson, too, by association. Maybe even Denise once somebody from the outside started sniffing around."

"That was going through my mind, too. Didn't seem to faze Tom. He stayed hard the entire time. Even came in me."

"People in power in some cases got there by living on the edge. I dunno. You have a chance to talk to Dee about it?"

"Thankfully, yes. Once we were able to get out of there and get dressed, since I was down the hall from HR I stopped by and we had a little private chat. She laughed, Steven.

She laughed!

"

"Oh?"

Emily sighs and relaxes into Steve, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

"Turns out she and Tom have had their own near-misses back there."

"Wasn't that in the fine print on the employment agreement?"

"Very funny!" She grimaces and goes for his nuts again. One-handed this time.

He chuckles, and squeezes a butt cheek in return. "What

did

Dee have to say?"

"That she and I need to work on Tom about this. He loves this kind of randy play when the mood strikes, but he knows full well that it needs to be away from the office. That's why we have the company apartment."

Steve muses, "But that's not nearly as much fun. The adrenalin thing."

"Yeah. A paradox. High risk sex is an incredible feeling, like when you forced me to walk nude through the neighborhood a few weeks ago. Simple fucking in a bedroom, not so much, but a lot safer."

"Sounds like you, Tom, Dee and me need to have a sit-down meeting about this. We all like the adrenalin play, but have to dial back the risk to tolerable levels."

"That's your call, Stevie."

"Kitchen table discussion over drinks at Friday's party."

"I'm good with that. Let's dry off and cuddle, okay?"

"Lead on."

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