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QT:NW is the start of an official Spin Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You
do not
need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you do read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity. This chapter includes elements of mind control through chemical substance, anal and some group sex (MFF).
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Erica, as usual, took to the rapidly changing social situation a little faster than I did.
"So you're sure about all of this?" she asked the girl, Ivy. We were sitting in the lounge area of the RV that the government had delivered to us that morning.
"Well, it is too late for me to back out now," Ivy said. She was French Canadian, with that very specific Quebecois accent that extended vowels and clipped some consonants. I only really knew the difference between hers and a traditional french-from-France accent because I'd once drank with a unit of French soldiers while I was deployed in Germany. "I have already been poked with the needles. I chose Harrison because he reminded me of a sexy version of the boys I grew up with in the north of Quebec. Very sexy lumberjack, yes?"
Erica smirked, glancing at me and patting my knee. "Yes, very sexy woodsman."
"As I said, I was not expecting a sexy woman as well, but I am the bisexual," Ivy continued. "In fact, Erica, you are very much my type."
"And what type is that?" Erica asked.
Ivy grinned but blushed, biting her lip for a moment as if she were embarrassed, but I could see the hunger in her big, expressive eyes. "Most girls in my job, they have what you call the 'Daddy Issues', yes? Well, my father made many mistakes, but was always very good to my sister et moi. An ex I have, she said I have 'Mommy Issues' instead. I like strong women, older than me, with tits and ass like yours." The little minx actually reached out and caressed the side of Erica's tit when she said it.
"What job is it you've been working?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the general field.
"I am a dancer," Ivy said, turning back to me and looking all the world like a worried teenager, rather than the seductive woman clad in mesh lingerie that was sitting between Erica and I. "I hope that is not so bad to you, Harrison. I know some men, they think it means I am dirty or spoiled. But I am not." Then she got another little lascivious smirk as she tilted her chin down looking up at you through her lashes. "Well, I could also be a
very
dirty girl for the right man. Or woman." She touched Erica's leg without looking.
"OK, seriously Ivy," I said. "Unless this is really who you are, and who you want to be, you can tone down the seduction. Erica and I aren't going to turn you away, but you have got to be real with us."
Ivy frowned, and it was like she went through a little transformation as she absorbed what I said and metabolized it. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, then nodded and stood up, crossed to the murphy table that was in the kitchenette and pulled a robe I hadn't even noticed from where it was hanging. She wrapped it around herself quickly and then sat back down. "I am sorry," she said. "I am- this vaccine is making me very horny. I did not know what to expect, yes? I thought it best to treat you like private clients."
"Oh, sweetie," Erica sighed. "I know. The nervousness, that little itch all over?"
Ivy nodded.
"Maybe let's start from the beginning," I suggested. "Just be honest with us."
"I was being honest," Ivy said. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, I was born in a little town in northern Quebec and raised by my father and grandmother, along with my sister. I am an exotic dancer. I started in Montreal, and decided to try and do a tour of the USA. My visa was running out when the Quarantine happened. They said it would not be a problem if I took the experimental vaccine."
"Wait, hold on," I said. "Fuck. Would you have taken the vaccine if you weren't worried about your visa?"
Ivy thought about it and then shrugged. "I don't know? Maybe? I never had to think about it without the visa on the table."
"This is fucked up," I said.
"And it's too late to change anything," Erica said. "Harri, you know it's too late."
"I know," I grunted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
"And you know if it's not you, it'll be someone else."
I took in a long breath and nodded. "Ivy, I assume you went through the whole set of meetings and videos that Erica did, but I just have to ask - are you absolutely sure you want this?"
Ivy pursed her lips, looking between Erica and I. Her hands were in her lap, most of her tattoos covered by the worn, velvet red robe she was wearing. She looked younger and older at the same time. She ended up looking to Erica. "Is he a good man?"
"The best," Erica said immediately.
"And is she a good woman?" Ivy asked me.
I took Erica's hand in mine. "Better than anyone could ever deserve."
"Then I am fine with this," Ivy said. "It is the end of the world, oui? Why should I not be with two sexy people who love each other, and will share their bed with me?"
Erica laughed. "Well, she's direct."
"Alright. You know what the next steps are?" I asked Ivy.
"You fuck me, and I will become your- how did they say.? Umm, bonded something?"
"We haven't figured out the right word yet either," Erica said. "For now, it might be easiest if you're just our fuckbuddy."
"I like this," Ivy said. "You two are a couple, and I will be your fuckbuddy." The way she said it made it sound a little sillier, a little naughtier. This girl would have been dangerous if Erica and I weren't in the current situation.
"You have some time," I said. "Would you rather wait a bit, or do it now?"
"Now," Ivy said. "I would very much like to taste you, Erica. While Harrison fucks my ass."
"Wow, that's very hot and specific," Erica said.
Ivy smiled. "I am what you would say is an 'Anal Queen.' My father, he had children with three different women. It made me afraid of pregnancy, so I learned as a girl to prefer it in my butt."
"Well, I guess you're getting to crush some ass, babe," Erica said, smirking and then kissing me on the cheek.
"Hey, you know what?" I asked. "However you want it, Ivy, I'm happy to provide. Is there anything else you'd like us to know before we go to the bed?"
Ivy stood up, slipping the robe back off of her and hanging it back up. "I can be very loud," she said. "Just a warning. And I like many things, but this time, I think we keep it to a simple threesome, yes? I will suck cock and eat pussy, and I would very much like to be fingered, and fucked in the ass."
"So simple," Erica chuckled. "Ivy, I think Harrison is still a little hesitant - he is a natural protector, so don't think he's timid. He's just worried and doesn't want to take advantage."
"Oh," Ivy said, looking at me for a moment with a cocked head, taking my measure. "Now I- OK, yes, I understand." She came forward and pushed me back by the shoulders until I was sitting fully upright on the cushioned bench seat instead of leaning forward. Then she crawled into my lap, on her knees with them outside my legs, and sat her perky bum on my legs. "Harrison, I have told you I think you are sexy, yes? Well here, I will prove it." She took my hand and brought my fingers to her lips, taking my pointer and middle fingers and sucking on them lewdly, then bringing them down between us to her crotch. She pulled the mesh panties aside and put my fingers against her hole and pivoted, taking my two thick fingers into her clenching cunt. "I want to fuck you. And I will tell you another thing about me - I like a man who takes me how he wants. Throw me on the bed, put my legs behind my head. Make me your little pretzel girl as you fuck my ass. I am sure I will love this 'big brother' you in time, too. But I need you first to be my man."
Then she kissed me, grinding on my fingers. I breathed in through my nose, and she pressed her chest against mine, and I reached around her with the hand that wasn't busy at her pussy and grabbed her ass firmly. "Mmmm, yes," she mumbled into my mouth. "Like that."
"God, I hope I didn't look that fucking horny when I kissed you that first time," Erica said. She was still sitting on the other end of the L-shaped bench from us, watching me get frenched by the little french minx who had just fallen into our lives.
I pulled back from the kiss, and Ivy looked at me with concern, searching my face. "Go kiss Erica," I said.
She grinned and slipped from my lap, my fingers leaving her cunt, and slid right onto Erica's lap and pulled my girlfriend into a hard kiss as their disproportionate tits pressed together. Erica was much bustier than Ivy, though the younger woman's figure was just as sexy. As they started to make out I stood up, walking to the back of the RV and surveying the space. The back of the vehicle was dominated by the bedroom, which had what looked like a bed that was too big for the space. I pulled the blanket and top sheet off of it, knowing how Erica had a tendency to leave wet spots after fucking, and then kicked off my boots and returned to the women.
"Alright, come here," I said, and lifted Ivy off of Erica and tossed her over my shoulder so I was carrying her ass forward. She howled a laugh, kicking her legs, and I offered Erica my other hand up.
"She is going to be a lot of fun," Erica said.
"I know," I said. "But I need to ask you, too. Is this what you want?"
Erica smiled, almost sadly, and shrugged. "I told you I'd introduce you to a lot of strippers. I just didn't know it would happen so fast. Like she said, it's the end of the world, at least as we know it. Why not?"
I nodded, and then bounced Ivy on my shoulder and gave her a soft spank on the butt. "What are you giggling so hard for?"
"Nothing," she said. "Everything."
"Crazy french girl," I said, and carried her to the end of the RV and tossed her on the bed like she wanted. She landed and immediately twisted and turned, biting her lip as she positioned herself on her stomach, looking at me eagerly as she slowly kicked her legs and her little bum bounced, humping the air a little.
"Oh, I think she wants to suck your dick," Erica said, coming up behind me and resting her cheek on my shoulder. She reached around my waist and started lowering my shorts. "Is that what you want, Ivy?"
Ivy nodded, grinning.
"Well, I've got a surprise for a naughty girl. You are very lucky, because you picked a man who happens to have a very nice, fat cock." Erica said, and dropped my shorts, letting my mostly-hard dick out.
