"World Quake, 2022"

[Homerun2611]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler at Cabela's

It would be sometime in the morning before they would begin to realize that the huge retail store was not a waterproof as it seemed. With the onslaught of all the water, sewers were being overwhelmed, and with each surge some of that, and other hat worked its way over the foundation was steadily flowing into the basement, approximately 2-3 inches per hour, and with it came excrement, garments, and other unwanted infiltrators.

It would be the smell that would begin to warn them, but it would be awhile yet, not until sometime tomorrow that they would realize they would soon want to cut their visit short and confront the cold, cruel world. Tony tried to answer every question he could, but this was new to him as well. As a boy he had hunted, deer and pheasant, so he could shoot, clean and gut. Same with fish, mostly fly, but most of those trips had been first class affairs with guides who did most of the dirty work. He felt a bit guilty at how money had allowed him to become a bit soft, but he hoped it came back like riding a bike.

He had shopped as well, getting similar type of things, but nothing more, including a small tent that could sleep two, that he could carry along or in a back pack. He also focused on something she would not like but was going to be necessary, he was sure. So while she went and looked for lanterns, he looked for guns and knives. He found pistols in a locked glass cabinet that was easily broken, he grabbed two, one for each of them, but he also grabbed an AR-15, automatic rifle, the kind of gun that had one purpose, no matter what those hypocrites at the NRA said, to kill! He also brought almost 50 rounds of ammunition, deciding if he needed more than that, they were screwed!

While looking for the ammo, he had found a set of doors that attached to Cabella’s neighbor, Binny’s. Tony felt at the door, the manager’s or owner’s were obviously friends, as they gave each other easy access into each other’s establishments. Binny’s was actually a place Tony was far more familiar with than Cabella’s. The huge store had almost any wine, scotch or cigar their generally upscale clientele desired. And because of that, while certainly not being a grocery story, they did have certain delicacies, excellent cheeses and crackers, caviar, and any sort of snack, pop or water you could want.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, what would the lady like from the bar?” Tony asked as, once he thought it was equally safe on the other side, he went and entered. “Why don’t you make us up somewhere to eat, something romantic, or not?” Tony teased, as he was gone for 15 minutes, but when he came back he had Kahlua for her, scotch for him, several bottles of red wine, and casks of fine cheeses and crackers, he even grabbed two of the tins of caviar and some sardines. The caviar was beluga, the fine Russian variety that sold for over $100 per ounce.

“Not bad!” He thought to himself. If they were at one of the high end bars near the stadium, the drinks and food he found would have run up quite the tab. When he walked back in, he wasn’t sure where she was, or what she had arranged? “Kristin? I’mmmm baaack…” He teased, “…and I bring all sorts of goodies!”

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Pamela had been more exhausted than she'd imagined, and no sooner was she in Chris's arms and feeling the warmth of his warm body than she was drifting off to sleep.

She awoke with a start at the rumbling of the Earth below them, finding herself more intimately pressed against the hunk of a man than she should have been.

He asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

Pamela stared for a moment into Chris's face, lit by the moonlight spilling in through the window. Then, she pressed her mouth to his in an eager, desperate kiss as she crawled the rest of the way up onto his muscular body. She grasped his head with one hand, encouraging him to join in the passionate kiss as her knees came forward to lift her body up from against his so that her second hand could reach down between them, searching for his cock inside the clothes Antonio had provided.

"I need you in me," she whispered hungrily. "Please, Chris. I need you inside me, right now."

 

[Homerun2611]

The situation that Pamela voiced her urgent request to Chris could not have been better timed. This was a night, that for weeks, all the way from the last week of the season to the nearly 5 weeks of play-off preparation and play, he had been celibate. It was his commitment, knowing the Chiefs had a real shot and wanting to be later focused. This was no small sacrifice as Maggie, his dear wife, was also an absolutely incredible fuck and he, big, powerful, and well endowed, was her equal. Their sex life was incredible, and had been since the first time, Maggie had basically tempted him and he had turned her around fucking her hard from behind as her naked body looked out over the 34th story, floor to ceiling windows, looking down at the city lights! They had been made for each other, with libidos that ran off the charts.

So now in this moment, both of their bodies filled with adrenaline, her simple but genuine statement, "I need you in me," she whispered hungrily. "Please, Chris. I need you inside me, right now." He should have said “No”. He loved his wife, had always been faithful, but he felt the same as her. The situation, the time, the moment, the woman. “Are you sure?” He was panting and gasping, the question was really rhetorical, as other than her about facing and yelling “NO” He was going in, a heat seeking missile, craving its target.

“I do, God help me, but I do, let me in, let me fuck you, make love to you, whatever you need, jus let me have you!” Her urgency was clear, and in he went to a delightfully wet, tight home. “Oh God you feel good!” He moaned as she inhaled a thick, nine inches of the all pro tight end, into her tight sex. “Kael’s?” He smiled as she gripped and impaled herself on his throbbing spear. “Take that off…let me enjoy all of you?”

Up went the mighty as her upper body was put on full display, her sculpted abs, her gorgeous tits, she was an Amazon princess, mounting a warrior, a stallion, and the way her body moved, swayed, rolled and bounced was erotic, bordering on obscene, gloriously obscene. As she rode him, he lifted up to massage those gorgeous tits, and roll those hard nipples as she dug her nails into his chest for leverage. The show she put on was amazing, and it took everything he had to keep his voice down, control his moans.

“God you are amazing!” He moaned, and meant it. And then, as if they anticipated each other’s moves, he gripped her waist and switched positions. He gripped her ankles and pulled them up on his shoulders, lifting her ass up so he could drive in even deeper and harder. They were good, almost magical together, two superb specimens, total body control, heightened by the moment. he was cheating, and should feel terrible, but this wa a new day, survival, and he would want to do this again, crave her, he knew it.

Pound, pound, pound, he pulled almost all the way out, before driving in again. He positioned his body, so his shaft would ride along her clit, the slight curve of his large cock, teasing the roof and G-spot of her vagina. It was good, incredible, but 5 weeks of abstinence he needed to cum and so he moaned out, “Can I…inside…or do I need to pull?…oh Fuck I need to cum!” He needed an answer now…and he needed, woulldn’t stop until he felt her release too….Chris was a giver, and a taker!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Pamela Lyons & Chris Taylor: "First Contact"

“Are you sure?” Chris asked, needing to verify that Pamela wanted him to fuck her.

She confirmed her desperate demand by reaching into his boxers, grasping his already hardening cock, and using her arm's positioning to push the boxers downward away from his impressive manhood.

He, too, confirmed his need, rapidly telling her as she continued to kiss him madly, “I do, God help me, but I do, let me in, let me fuck you, make love to you, whatever you need, just let me have you!”

It hadn't been as long since Pamela's last fuck as it had been for Chris as she hadn't been holding out while training for what he considered the biggest game of his life. Still, it took some work to get him inside her as his cock had more girth than her most recent lover and her love canal was still tighter than that of most women her age with her sexual experience. (Pamela had often been delighted with her lovers' reactions to finding her pussy's tightness around their cocks, regardless of the intruding members' sizes. How many variations of You're so tight! had she heard since first losing her virginity at 14?)


Chris didn't disappoint her, praising her as inch after inch of her pushed deeper inside: “Oh God you feel good!”

She kissed him hard again, groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as she growled in a whispering volume, "You fill me up, Chris. My god, you fuckin' fill me up."

“Take that off…let me enjoy all of you?”

She stripped off the nightgown the little Sicilian woman had given her, sat up taller over the beautiful man's body, and -- with his entirety finally inside her -- began rocking forward and back, driving his head deep and his length against her clit.

Chris flipped Pamela to her back and continued driving hard and deep into her. It was far too soon before Pamela could see Chris was close. She needed more of him, but he was asking her desperately, “Can I…inside…or do I need to pull?…oh Fuck I need to cum!”

Her response was to curl her body forward to grasp his ass cheeks, urging him to keep ramming her as he had been until his sounds and expressions and body language signaled his imminent orgasm. She reveled in seeing the euphoria he'd been putting off overwhelm him.

"Come to me," Pamela whispered as Chris, still gasping in ecstasy, showed signs of coming down from the high that being inside her pussy had driven him to. She waggled her fingers to him, pulling him down to lay upon her. She giggled, straining to say, "Heavy. Too heavy."

When he repositioned himself to let her breath, Pamela told him, "I want on top again."

They switched yet again, and without hesitation, she returned to rocking energetically upon him, driving him deeply in and out of her. She grasped Chris's hands and returned them to her breasts, telling him, "Hold me. Hold me hard."

Pamela squeezed his hands firmly around her B-Cup tits, encouraging him to pinch her swollen nipples. The roughness only enhanced the pleasure rising inside her, and it was only a couple of minutes -- wondrous minutes -- before her back arched, her eyes looked to the little room's ceiling before closing, and the ecstasy Pamela had so badly, so desperately needed exploded through her.

She'd never been a screamer, which was a thankful thing at the moment as just on the other side of a thin wall were their married hosts. Pamela had been desperate for what she and Chris had just had, but at the same time she was desperate not to have Antonio and Maria know what she and her savior had done.

Ironically, Maria was laying in her bed next to her soundly sleeping husband, staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face. The younger woman 12 feet away may have been trying to silence her gasps, but they and the light squeaks of the bed in which Pamela and Chris had found their joy had been easily heard. And they'd made the old matchmaker happy, thinking Beautiful children.

Back in the little guest room, Pamela collapsed onto Chris's muscular torso, her heart pounding in her ears, her chest swelling and shrinking against him with deep breaths. She sunk her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, kissing him softly between deep breaths.

"Thank you, Chris," she whispered. She waited to see if he would respond, not sure what he may or may not say and not even sure whether she needed him to say anything. She slid off him, staying close, kissing his chest before whispering again, "Thank you."

Pamela was sound asleep in no time, sleeping through the night despite the continuing aftershocks. She awoke the next morning still in Chris's arms, and for the first time since sliding into bed with him, remembered that he was a married man. And suddenly, she felt guilty for what she'd asked of him.

She slid out of bed, looking for her Cheer Squad uniform. Instead, she found two neat stacks of clothing atop a stack of crates that had been stored in the room as overstock. Standing naked and moving to them, Pamela couldn't help but smile, realizing that Maria had visited the room this morning to deliver the clothes, obviously finding the two new lovers in each other's arms.

Pamela had wrongly assumed they were from Maria's closest and, obviously, would be way too small. She was surprised then to find that they fit, for the most part. She was disappointed, too, to see what they looked like. They weren't the stylish wardrobe she would normally wear. Still, they weren't entirely hideous either: a pair of shorts that hung loosely about her narrow waist and buttocks, hiding what many for years had said was her greatest physical asset; an equally unflattering, large tee shirt sporting a big eyed female character from a Korean anime cartoon she recognized yet knew nothing about; and to top it all off, a baseball cap with the logo of not Chris's Kansas City Chiefs but instead their Super Bowl opponent, the Cleveland Browns.

She slipped back into her sports bra and boy-shorts style panties, part of her uniform, then donned Maria's gift. Only then did she wake Chris, as she'd been fearful that doing so while she was naked would lead to her wanting to mount him once more.

When he opened his eyes and smiled up at her, Pamela smiled back, saying softly, "Wake up, sleepy head. Antonio said last night he had some chores for you. Time to earn your keep."

She reached out to caress his face, then let her hand fall to his chest for a soft touch before pulling back. The smile on Pamela's face faded as she said with an obviously apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, Chris. I ... I hope I haven't hurt you."

She was, of course, referring to having lured him into cheating on his wife.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler, at Cabela's

“Why don’t you make us up somewhere to eat, something romantic, or not?”

"Do I look like the house wife type?" Kirstin laughed. Then, holding her arms out to her sides and doing a full turn to show off her outdoor wear, she said, "To be honest, I don't know what the hell I look like in this get-up. I actually feel like I'm doing a commercial for Cabella's ... or maybe auditioning for a remake of Deliverance."

While he was gone, Kirstin located a fold up picnic table, set it up, and found a couple of lawn chairs as well. She was done before he got back and went off to a department she'd wanted to visit but had feared it would freak Tony out.

“Kristin? I’mmmm baaack…” He teased upon his return to the outdoor goods store, “…and I bring all sorts of goodies!”

"Over here!" she called, calling out again after he'd gotten nearly but still didn't see her, "Keep coming, straight ahead."

He found her standing behind the gun sales counter that he'd already broken into, something she didn't fail to notice. When he stopped to take in the view that he apparently hadn't expected, she lofted a Beretta 92FS 9mm semiautomatic pistol, slamming a fully loaded clip into it.

"My father taught me to shoot when I was a little girl," she explained, smiling in pride. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I told you I wasn't the outdoorsy type, and that was true: I've never slept on the ground in my life except at an all girls sleepover and the only fish I've ever caught I did so at the fairgrounds. You know, the little plastic ones in the rotating pool that if you catch with a magnet on the end of a string, and if you catch like a dozen of them you win some cheap ass sawdust-stuffed teddy bear from China that you could have bought for a fraction of what you spent to play the game.

"Camping, fishing, and hunting were not a family thing, but guns were. I had my own .22 pistol and rifle by age 9, moved onto the larger calibers by my teens, even participated in some shooting competitions during middle and high school."

Kirstin pulled the slide back with obvious familiarity to load a round into the chamber, let the slide slammed forward again, then decocked the hammer to make the weapon entirely safe. She smiled wider yet, saying, "This is my favorite handgun. You don't mind if I take one of these, do you?"

They spoke about his firearm selections, and Kirstin was impressed with his choices. She, like he, hoped that they would never need them. But this was a different world now, and who could really know what was ahead of them? Kirstin found a box of 9mm rounds, a hip holster, a gun cleaning kit with oil and cleaning patches for the pistol, then pulled a Browning recoilless 12 gauge shotgun and found everything for it as she had the Beretta, including a case that at the butt end would hold eight shells.

"Okay, I'm happy," she said, looking to Tony for his reaction. She laughed, cocked her head comically, and asked, "You just fell in love with me, didn't you. C'mon, admit it. You're just a bit turned on right now."

They laughed, and after she led him to their romantic dining area -- alight with a dozen short emergency candles -- they sat and had dinner before downing a couple of mixed drinks and eating his other luxury goodies. Kirstin was impressed with his choices, particularly the caviar, something she'd only had a couple of times since his career had resulted in her sometimes mingling with famous and/or wealthy people, in and out of sports.

"While you were gone shopping, or looting, or whatever we're going to call it," she said when it was time for bed, "I found these."

She showed him to a pair of fold out camping cots. "I can't believe how much this shit costs. These are $499 each ... each!. They're little more than a lawn chair you can sleep in, really? But, they're gonna be more comfortable than sleeping on the floor I guess."

They settled in for the night, with Kirstin mixing one last Mind Eraser, made from Kahlúa, Vodka, and club soda. She would have preferred cream with her Kahlúa as she wasn't a big fan of Vodka, but this was fine because she was afraid that she was going to need to be knocked out to get any sleep tonight.

 

[Homerun2611]

Jamie, Suzie and Della - February 13, Lake Oswego, OR 8:30 PM

The trip to find the generator was easy, Jamie had been a visitor when his brother had it installed and listened to his bragging, only to now find the stupid asshole had not done one of the most important things, setting it to automatically trip in case of emergency. Emergency like this! However, it also gave him time to run through in his head exactly what was happening here.

He ran key parts of the brief conversation back in his mind. "He picked up at a bar and brought us home for some fun. Last night. But he left this morning to get beer and dope and never came back." Okay, time to reconcile those statements against the bumbling five thumbed womanizer his brother might meet. One, they were pros, or at least quality amateurs who, when necessary turned tricks for cash. So, he had somehow become aware and become a buyer, and who could help him, Jamie was quite successful with women, but he too, if he had a pot to piss in, would gladly have paid up for these two, particularly the sexy sandwich!

Now, while his brother might solicit a "hook' paying might be a different matter. He was a cheap fuck! So maybe they didn't get the money up front, that would mean they were amateurs trying to play pro, or they had asked for the money before things got started, and he had tried to renegotiate. Maybe they had killed him, maybe they had muscle waiting out in the car waiting, who did it for them? Or maybe, they just robbed his ass. However, the fact that they were here and he wasn't meant, in all likelihood something very bad had happened to his brother. Good riddance!

Now whores though were one thing, whoring was good honest work. But killers, well they were more troubllesome. If his brother was a one-off, fine, but if this was their modus operandi, he would just as soon that their hit list stopped with one Olyphant, or.... He needed to find out what the fuck had happened?

When he came back in, sadly they were dressed, which eliminated at least one of his suggestions for immediate entertainment. One also had a bat, and the other something behind her back, either a knife or a gun probably. Jamie himself had on a sportcoat, a cheap one, but not bad looking, and under neath, tucked in back, trapped by his belt, was the gun he had lifted and shot his loan shark with.

He decided to cut to the chase, and hopefully eliminate the tension. So, slowly he reached behind and pulled out the saturday night special. "I tell you what, why don't we all holster our weapons until we figure out if we are friend or foe? I have no reason to hurt or kill either of you. I hated my brother, and if he is gone, my life has likely improved. Two, I know you were whoring last night, and I have nothing against that either, actually I am all for it in the right situations!" The handsome, if not a bit greasy, part time bookie, part time crook, part time grifter, and now, seemingly part time male prostitute, winked at the two young ladies.

"So why don't we roll back, you tell me exactly what happened with my brother, Fred was his name by the way..." He laughed, "...yeah he looked like a Fred, didn't he?" "I'm Jamie, the good looking one..." He stopped, curious if there would be any reaction and specifically watched the eyes of, who he would learn was Suzie, who seemed to have a friendly, almost flirtatious look in her eyes.

"...but ladies, my brother never smoked pot in his life, cigarettes yes, a heart attack waiting to happen, yes, but anything fun, no fucking way." He pulled out the one set of assets he did have, two plastic bags, one filled with about 8 ounces of Jamaica's finest, and the other four ounces of Columbia's. "I on the other hand, do!" And he let the girls focus on the ganja and coke peace offerings.

Suzie introduced them both, despite Della's clear objection. Mental note, one was friendly, and a bit naive, the other streetsmart and tough, he could work with that. He couldn't help but smile as she made a few references to being greek, "So Greek? That's very nice." He looked from one to the other, with a wicked smile, as the clear proposition of either or both truly embracing all things Greek, brought an interesting differentiation into their sexual offering.

He barely had a pot to piss in, but maybe, hopefully, these girls had at least robbed his brother, who despite his tight wad treatment of money, always seemed to have a rolle of at least a grand or two, made him feel like a big man, despite his flabby tummy and way too little dick.

"So since we know he didn't go out for dope...why don't you tell me what really happened...and let me repeat, I want to be friends, I think we could help each other out, maybe have some laughs. The world seems to be going to fuck, and this is a pretty decent crib...but...well...it is up to you?" Actually, he did have one burning question, one he was almost afraid to ask as the wrong answer would have greatly depressed him. "Oh...and are you two lesbians or bi?" His tone made it clear for which answer he hoped!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Jamie, Suzie and Della - Lake Oswego, OR - 8:30 PM, night of the world quake

The eyes of both girls widened as the gun came out, but Jamie followed the gesture quickly with, "I tell you what, why don't we all holster our weapons until we figure out if we are friend or foe?"

He talked about being friends, then talked about the two girls being whores. Della lashed out in an instant, "We're not whores, you ugly fuck!"

Suzie didn't hesitate to begin nearing her tense friend as she essentially parroted what Jamie had said: "Della, it's okay. We're all friends here. Or at least we're gonna see if we can be."

She pressed up against the other young woman in a friendly but not entirely lesbian type of embrace, whispering to her, "Relax. We're all good. Gimme the bat."

Della hesitated; she had lifted the aluminum tube in a better grip, ready to defend herself if the gun actually came up from the man's side. With some coaxing, though, she surrendered it to Suzie, who set it on the kitchen counter behind them.

"We're not whores," Suzie said, repeating her lover's words in a softer tone. "But yet, your brother paid us to go to bed with him. Like you insinuated, he'd have to, wouldn't he?"

She smiled to Jamie, knowing that the man both understood and likely would have done the same if he'd met them in the bar instead.

When he produced the pot and coke, Suzie smiled even wider. Jamie said, "So since we know he didn't go out for dope...why don't you tell me what really happened..."

"Your brother's dead," Suzie said rather bluntly. Della growled in a whisper at her, but the slightly younger and bolder and -- to be honest -- smarter of the two women just waved her quiet and continued, "When the earthquake hit, we were at a motel where, yes, Freddie was going to pay us for sex. But he got a text from someone and ran out without paying us, and then -- as if fate was pissed -- a light pole came down on his head."

She hesitated a moment for Jamie's reaction, then added with a bit more sympathy, "I guarantee you he didn't feel anything. He was dead the moment it hit him. Trust me."

After it seemed as though the tension had lessened, Suzie put her knife back in the wood block from which she'd taken it, Jamie slipped his pistol away, and the latter asked just as bluntly as Suzie had explained Fred's death, "Oh...and are you two lesbians or bi?"

"Fuck you," Della returned to the conversation. She put her lips close to Suzie's ear, saying loud enough for the man to hear, "I'm not fucking this shit if that's what it takes to stay--"

"Relax, honey, relax," Suzie called her friend, her eyes still on Jamie. After a moment of studying the man, she said, "I like my friend here, and my friend likes me. Neither of us can really say whether or not we are lesbians because neither of us has ever been with another woman other than each other. As for men ... we like them both, but on a case by case basis--"

Della cut in softly, "And in your case--"

But Suzie lifted a finger to her friend's lips, signaling her to shut up. Suzie smiled to Jamie, continuing, "And in your case, neither of us has decided yet. I guess what it comes down to is this: are you going to let us stay here without having to fuck you?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Taiwan (or "East China"?)

The Republic of China (aka Taiwan)
14 February 2022
Less than 3 hours after the United States
effectively bombed North Korea's
military out of existence:

Oblivious to what was happening along the United States' west coast or to the north of her on the Korean Peninsula, Hayami was in the middle of a photo shoot promoting the release in three weeks of her latest pop single when she heard it: first came the Take Shelter siren from a fire house a few blocks down the road, then came the sound of multiple aircraft passing over her home town of Shengang Township near Taiwan's western coast.

She didn't understand what was happening and would never have imagined that the People's Republic of China -- Red China as some in the West called it -- was invading the Republic of China, aka the island of Taiwan.

Mainland China had been waiting since 1949 to reclaim what it considered a renegade province. Now, they took America's illegal and immoral aggression toward and annihilation of North Korea as an opportunity to reclaim the renegade province of Taiwan as its own, knowing that the US was now distracted by what would come to be called the World Quake and -- because of its attack on North Korea -- no longer had a stance against the invasion of Taiwan without a nuclear exchange between their own two countries.

As she and her photographer looked upwards, hundreds of paratroopers filled the sky. They should have ran, of course, but Hayami instead gestured to the man with the camera and told him, "Film this! Film this!"

The man did so, aiming his camera toward the sky and the multitude of chutes filling it and nearly them quickly. Even Hayami herself snatched up one of his cameras, a digital video recorder, and pointed it toward a uniformed paratrooper who was directing himself toward the very park they'd picked for the shoot.

But then, just as the invading Communist Troops were hitting the ground, bringing imminent violence to the island that had avoided it thus far for more than 70 years, that ground began shaking violently beneath them.

The World Quake had come to Taiwan, and by the time it ended here, an invasion of troops who some deemed foreigners and others saw as their long lost brethren was the least of their worries.

 

[Homerun2611]

Jamie, Suzie and Della - Lake Oswego, OR - 8:40 PM, night of the world quake

"We're not whores, you ugly fuck!" Della blurted out, clearly triggered off of the word, but at the same time offending Jamie, at the same time. Jamie was many things, a hustler, a gambler, a drug dealer, and now most recently, he guessed, a whore himself! However, he was certainly not, ugly! Even at his most broke and desperate, he had been able to attract women, attractive hot women, okay not debutantes or wealthy, unless he was playing the bad boy some rich little girl was using to partly get back at her too controlling parents!

Part of the issue was Jamie didn't consider the word whore an insult, we are what we are and do what we need to, to earn a buck, God only knows the different things he had done, mostly illegal or at least on the edge, to earn a buck.

"Listen bitch, you are either killers or whores, whores I can live with, even respect, killers I have a much greater concern about... and fuck you, ugly, I have had plenty of pussy as good or better than you, begging me to pound them with my big hard cock....I am not my brother god damn it!" And so like he had heard their triggers, they heard his, the comparison to his successful, but otherwise disgusting older brother!

Suzie was quick taking control and Jamie began to think she wasn't maybe so naive after all, that she could read people and first she went and settled down her partner, disarming her, as it were, but then looked at Jamie. "We're not whores...But yet, your brother paid us to go to bed with him. Like you insinuated, he'd have to, wouldn't he?" Jamie nodded, of course HE would. He flashed a quick glance at Della and then back at Suzie.

"Yes, he would, but I wouldn't...." And then he softened, "Not that you wouldn't be worth paying for, but I've never had to. And...listen, i meant no offense, some of the women I have had as my friends, are whores, I don't consider it an insult, just a job!" He laughed, "Also some of my best lovers, but I've never been a trick, and there is a big difference...woman are dead emotionally when they fuck for money, but when those same women are doing it because they want to...Holy Fuck, they can be good!" He seemed to be going down memory lane, with more than a few such memories, but then came back to reality.

He had put the drugs out on the counter, an amount plenty for at least a few very good nights and he had noticed the smile on Suzie's face, at least the girls, or at least her, liked to party! Then he received the news, and it surprised him in that he felt anything at all, except it was the only kin he still had, asshole or not! "Your brother's dead, ... When the earthquake hit, we were at a motel where, yes, Freddie was going to pay us for sex. But he got a text from someone and ran out without paying us, and then -- as if fate was pissed -- a light pole came down on his head."

Jamie looked a bit solemn, "Uh, thanks for telling me...I mean, I hated him, but he was my brother..." He chuckled, "I guess I'm an orphan now, and ..." He raised his hands, "All of this is mine!" The last part meant more than he realized, the lakefront home was worth a million easy, plus the two boats on the lake that his brother never drove, and then almost $1 million in stocks and cash, that it would take months to find its way back to Jamie. So, although he didn't know it, the drifter was now rich, just extremely illiquid! Suzie explained it had been relatively painless, and looking into the girls eyes he believed her, liked her, not so much her partner.

This was only reinforced by her reaction to his query, "Fuck you," Della returned to the conversation. She put her lips close to Suzie's ear, saying loud enough for the man to hear, "I'm not fucking this shit if that's what it takes to stay--" He heard it, and was pissed, or disappointed, not really sure, but definitely not happy. But again the young, wiser, and increasingly sexier, stepped in.

"Relax, honey, relax ... I like my friend here, and my friend likes me. Neither of us can really say whether or not we are lesbians because neither of us has ever been with another woman other than each other. As for men ... we like them both, but on a case by case basis--" Jamie started to smile, looking at Suzie, possibly a door opened, only...

To be attempted to be slammed shut, "And in your case--" Jamie was done with her shit. "Listen bitch, it is your friend who is hot and a man might seriously want..." He was lying, and again Suzie interceded, she was the peacemaker, and the woman most likely to be serviced by them both with passion should the three ever find a means to engage together. Of course, Jamie would later learn, Della for all her fire and toughness, when properly channeled was a wildcat, the kind of woman who left scars on your body that were souvenirs of times worth remembering.

Women, like men are competitive, and it would be interesting to see, if Suzie wasn't at least a little pleased by the back handed compliment she had received in Jamie's rebuke of Della's venom. "And in your case, neither of us has decided yet. I guess what it comes down to is this: are you going to let us stay here without having to fuck you?"

Jamie laughed, not meanly, but sincerely. "So, for some reason you were willing to fuck my fat ass brother for what, a grand?" Jamie saw in the girls reaction that there was almost a bit of anger, and they price wasn't even that high. So they really weren't pros, because the two of them together were worth at least a grand, maybe two, that is what he could have easily gotten if he was there pimp.

"But to live in a million dollar house, boats, swimming, food..." He pointed down to the drugs on the counter, "...recreation? Nothing?" He let them think about it. "No...I am not going to force anyone to do anything, I never have....and I've never paid for it..." He let that sink in too. "However..." And now he looked only at Suzie, "I do love to fuck and am god damn good at it...and if the choice is getting a workout hiking or fucking... well its not close. You can stay, don't try to kill me... but, think about it, because I would like to fuck you...." Again he was staring directly into Suzie's eyes, "And if she were a little nice, maybe I'd consider her too!"

He picked up the drugs and put them in his coat pocket. "Let's save this for a new start... Why don't we get some sleep...I am putting this gun into the safe, in the morning we have to figure out what we have for food, and how we are gonna survive until the fucking world settles down a bit..." There was a very nice guest room complete with a private bath on the other side of the long ranch house, while the girls had the master bedroom. "By the way...just a thought, but if you are staying in there.." He pointed to the master, and thought about his disgusting, now deceased, brother, "....you might want to change the sheets before getting cozy again!"

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler, at Cabela's night of the Quake

Tony had come back with all sorts of goodies, both alcohol and food, setting it down by the makeshift picnic area only to find Kirstin gone. When she called to him and he found her, she was fondling guns in her hand like some modern day Annie Oakley. She went into detail explaining both her background and affinity for guns. Tony's first thought was relief, in that she might actually be a real asset if they got into trouble. He was big and strong, and could hunt a bit, but she seemed far more adept and that was good. Tony was not threatened by strong women, quite the opposite.

"You just fell in love with me, didn't you. C'mon, admit it. You're just a bit turned on right now." She had teased, but Tony found himself biting his lip. What the fuck, why not have fun, "Yes..." He said succinctly, "Yes, I think I am." He left that there, something for her to now think about. "Now sexy lady, let's go eat and DRINK!"

They talked a lot, he told her about the transition from football, after having to call his likely hall of fame career short, how much he had missed it, and then how much he loved announcing. Tony was an instant star in broadcasting, a natural and had received a record contract of nearly $18 million per year from CBS. It had been the envy of every announcer, and even created a bit of tension with his booth mate, a man Tony respected more than anyone, but was now earning a fraction of what he did.

They talked about her career, and her having to deal with and dodging casting room couches as way too many entertainment and news execs a tour of a woman's pussy as part of the interview process, particularly a pussy as appealing as Kirstin's. Tony told Kirstin about the conversation and how he was sure his wife was dead, and although he appreciated her kind words earlier, he didn't want to keep up false hope.

His focus had to be on his children, finding them and then somehow figuring out how to move on with is life and created a good life for them. Presently he was at a loss in exactly how to do this. They were on their fourth or fifth drink when Tony thought of something. "Music? We could use some music, don't you think?"

Tony went off, still wearing his khaki's and the dress shirt from the game, long having tossed the blazer at the tower, and the tie, somewhere. When he came back he had put batteries into a camping boombox and had a couple of CD's. Nothing new, a mix hit of the 80's and 90's and a Sinatra greatest hits. It spoke to the demographic of Cabela's He didn't even ask, he put in Sinatra as it seemed to fit the candlelight feel of the lanterns.

He was a little buzzed, a little sad, and yes, maybe even a little turned on with his gun toting partner who looked amazing in the way the light flickered in her eyes and danced off her hair. The offer though was innocent, not intended to lead anywhere, other than a moment to hold another person close. "Dance with me?" He held out his hands, as "Strangers in the Night" began to play, an incredibly ironic and accurate summation of what might just be starting to happen here....

If he were to get her in his arms, they would find just how good they felt and moved together!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Suzie and Della, with Jamie in Lake Oswego; night of the World Quake

(OOC: As a reminder to anyone reading along, Suzie is on our left while Della is on our right.)

"Yes, he would, but I wouldn't..." Jamie said about his brother having had to pay for sex with the two young women, adding, "Not that you wouldn't be worth paying for..."

Suzie couldn't help but smile at the compliment, even if Della retained her emotionless expression. Jamie was indeed the kind of man Suzie would let pummel her pussy long and hard, and -- honestly -- Della thought he was pretty hot, too.

But the latter girl was very put off by this sudden twist in their situation. Della had greatly hoped that the house and all that was in or around it would be a new start for her and her lover without the complication of a third wheel, particularly one who seemed so very keen in putting his cock inside one or both of the female friends.

Suzie and Della both were a bit disturbed to see Jamie pocket the drugs, but neither said anything. Della was also a bit disturbed -- no, jealous -- that Jamie had so quickly let it be known that he was more sexually attracted to her friend. That was an unusual situation for her as most guys found her to be more sexually dramatic, with breasts a cup size larger, nipples that were larger and ever-pert, a fully ass, and a more dramatic hour glass feature. She often been told that her face was more exotic while Suzie's was, at best, cute.

Jamie challenged the pair on their desire to live on the luxurious estate without having to put out, telling them finally, "No...I am not going to force anyone to do anything..."

"You can stay, don't try to kill me..."

As he continued, Suzie looked to the big knife she was still clutching, then tossed it onto the kitchen counter behind her. He reassured Suzie that he still wanted to fuck her if she would consider it, to which she only smiled, telling him without speaking that she was at least open to contemplating it.

Della, however, just continued to stare. She despised this man with all her being, which of course was ironic as soon enough she'd come to realize that he was the greatest fuck she'd ever had.

Jamie told them they could keep the master bedroom at one end of the house and that he would take the guest room at the far end. They spoke a bit about the house, the power, the food, and more, then they went their separate ways, but not before Suzie found a mostly still full bottle of wine in the fridge and took it with her.

Della didn't at all hide the fact that she snatched up the bat and took it with her, just in case.

In the master, the two girls slipped into bed in their underwear and talked about the twist in their situation. Della told her friend and lover bluntly, "I don't like him."

"You lie," Suzie returned, laughing as she sucked straight from the bottle before passing it to her friend. "I saw you checking his crotch, girlfriend. You wanna see what's hanging there just as much as I do."

"Bullshit," Della lied, sucking down some wine. She swallowed, took another big mouthful, and pressed her lips to Suzie's for an erotic kiss that ended up with half the liquid down the younger woman's front side. They laughed, then Della said with a sultry tone, "Let me clean that up."

The older girl set the bottle aside to begin licking her friend's neck, chest; she stripped Suzie's top off and licked and suck, and after pulling away the rest of the cute girl's clothes, Della once again drove her to orgasm with a very skilled tongue.

After Suzie returned the favor, they fell asleep in each other's arms, waking the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee flooding down the hallway through the door they hadn't closed the night before.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin and Tony at Cabela's

Tony said out of nowhere, "Music? We could use some music, don't you think?"

The next thing she knew, Kirstin was listening to Frank Sinatra. She couldn't help but laugh, explaining her humor, "My father loved him. In high school, when I would borrow Dad's car, the radio would always be on an oldies station, and I mean an oldies station. I'd hear Frank and Dean and the others. Wow, it's funny to think back on that."

"Dance with me?"

Kirstin laughed again, looking up as Tony offered out his hand. She gave him a feigned expression of suspicious as she asked, "Mister Stabler, are you trying to get fresh with me?"

As she took his hand and let him lift her up, Kirstin laughed again at the use of the word fresh. "One of my mother's words. No, wait. Gramma's word, I think."

He pulled her into, close enough that their bodies were together but not too intimately so. Kirstin laughed again, then blushed brightly. "It's been a long time since I slow danced with a man. My sister's wedding maybe? Her husband's best man was eager to get me to a coat closet for a little wedding hanky panky. He failed, in case you were wondering."

Of course, Kirstin didn't confess that she'd instead had a go of it with one of the other groomsmen in the church's kindergarten class, atop a desk decorated with poorly colored pictures of Jesus Christ.

It felt good to be in a man's arms, particularly after a couple of Mind Erasers. But unlike the situation a couple of dozen blocks inland between Tony's friend and the cheerleader, Kirstin believed there was a chance that Tony's wife was safe and sound up in Weed, and she wasn't about to tempt him into cheating on Maggie.

As the song ended and another began, Kirstin disengaged nervously, telling Tony, "I need to get some sleep. I'm exhausted. You don't mind, do you?"

She backed away, smiled, then turned to go to her own fold out cot. She'd put it up on the opposite side of a small display from Tony's, giving her an opportunity to strip out of her outer garments and slip into the sleeping bag in just the heat conserving undergarments.

"Good night, Tony," she said, turning one of the battery operated lanterns off and turning the second one down to low. After he'd responded, she added, "Thank you, Tony. I owe you my life. I don't think I can ever repay you for that."

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirstin and Tony at Cabela's

Tony smiled at Kirstin's comment about her father. "Mine did too, both my parents actually, I remember how they loved this song and "Summer Wind" and danced to them, how my mother loved it and looked at my Dad differently in those moments."

Tony got lost in memories for a second, nice ones of his now deceased, way too early parents. They never really saw his success, professionally at least, it was one of his few regrets. He looked back at her, "I will be honest, I like it too, there was something about that era, maybe I am just an old soul...or a romantic." As soon as he said it, he regretted it, as it wasn't what he meant. "I .. uh.... didn't mean how that came ..."

However Kirstin seemed to understand as she teased him using an old fashioned expression... "Mister Stabler, are you trying to get fresh with me?" As she got up to dance, she explained it as one of her grandma's words, but the question had made him think, and if he was honest with himself, a part of him probably was.

This was a crazy time, and despite his stoic and strong exterior, inside he was a volcano of emotions, and the idea of losing himself into the warmth and passion of a beautiful lover, well there were worse ways to deal with stress and anxiety. However, the dance ended and as much as Tony enjoyed it, as much as he really hoped for another, the way she graciously, but very distinctly ended it, made him feel bad, almost creepy.

FUCK, he thought, she had just told him of avoiding the casting couches, and now she was probably thinking he was another one of them! He wasn't, Tony was a man who was regularly propositioned from all sorts of women, never considering it, and gracefully and as professionally as possible, nipping such advances in the bud. However, now he felt awkward and guilty.

"Uh, no I don't mind... and... Kirstin... I didn't mean to cross a line, and if I did in your mind... I am really sorry ... this is just... " And he had a lump in his throat. "... a tough day ... for all of us." He turned and made sure there was not even the slightest suggestion he was watching her prep for bed. In truth, he, like Chris would have loved to have held her as he slept, to feel a heartbeat against his heart filled with ache, but it was not to be.

He tossed on a pair of Nike gym shorts and a t-shirt that naturally draped and complimented his muscular physique. He did not sleep well, he had a nightmare imagining his wife's dramatic death, and then woke up in cold sweats thinking of his children wandering aimlessly, like some sort of orphans. Unable to sleep any later he woke up at 6 AM and went looking for a ladder, which he found a nice extension ladder that he could use to climb up to the opening they had entered.

The issue was the water had receded some, but not enough, it was still over the top of the first level but the drop should they crawl out would leave them stranded. When Kirstin woke up, he was sitting alone in one of the chairs they had used last night. He looked up, as sad as he could remember. "We are likely here another day, but we should plan on what we do when we can open those...' He pointed to the front door. "I am hoping maybe use the ATV's and backpacks and then pack a portable raft, so that once we hit the marina, we can make our way out to some moored boat that survived."

His mind was desperately trying to think of solutions, but he felt so powerless. "First things first, let's head next door and see what we can find to eat?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Jamie with Suzie and Della, in Lake Oswego; morning after the World Quake

Jamie had decided he needed a night cap before heading into his bed alone, and so he had turned around to pour himself a shot, a double shot actually, of Jack Daniels. However, rather than simply pouring his drink he had seen the open door, and he had not had to move much to get a clear view of the interaction between his new housemates.

Della for all her piss and vinegar toward him, was a little wildcat, pouring wine down Suzie's breast and then putting on a show lapping and lickin it off. The more he watched the harder he got and the more he wanted both of them. He slid his hand down his flat, toned stomach and down inside his pants and briefs to fondle his very, hard and getting harder, cock!

He didn't take it out, but he got it ready, and after watching the women cum, gloriously, he forgot all about the JD, and instead went back to his room and released a much greater and more urgent need than alcohol, only to then sleep like a baby after stroking it out, and cleaning the cum off his stomach after he had shot it up into the air.

He woke up late for him, 9ish, but the house was quiet. He put on swim trunks tha the kept there, and went down and took a nice swim. He also checked the boats and was pleased but not surprised to see they were gassed up, just as he had left them. His brother was a lazy fuck up until the day he died. When done, he sat out on the pier and drip dried, slicking his wet hair back, and coming inside.

A quick glance down the hall told him the two naked minx were still intertwined in blissful sleep, so he decided to be a good host. He wasn't a chef, but he could do scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, all of which were available in abundance, as his brother never missed a meal and kept the pantry and fridge well stocked for his enormous appetite.

He took one more look, "God, I'd like to be the hot dog in that bun...." he thought and turned on the gas burners. He had dreamed about the girls, both of them, and he was letting to let bygones be bygones with Della and saw breakfast as a peace offering. Maybe more, as he had learned long ago, flowers are fine, but a good meal made by a man, was the quickest path to entry of a somewhat reluctant pussy.

His back was to them, bare, still only wearing his still mostly wet trunks, as he flipped the bacon and added some cheese, peppers and onions into the eggs. He heard them walking in,"Good night ladies? I hope you are both hungry?" He didn't see their eyes, but secretly hoped they liked what they saw, the food, and the chef.

"I took a swim this morning and checked the boats, the pier held fine, and I put them down in the water. We have a pontoon and a ski boat. Do you water ski?" He was talking too quickly, actually a bit nervous...being really, really, horny tended to do that to him!

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Lyons & Chris Taylor: "First Contact ... and the morning after"

Oh my God, it was a great fuck! A great, great, fuck! Pamela was so strong, so tight, yet what a woman. Maggie was really, really, good, but DAMN! Up and down, Pamela mounting him, and then him taking her, feeling her strength and grip as he drove his huge manhood into a woman sho completed him, only to have her go back on top and ride and ride him. It was a great fuck! And yet....

That was not fair, for as much as he wanted to diminish it, make it just a physical release, it had been way, way more and he knew it. She was amazing, her look her laughter, her fire and ... well damn it, he had made love to a spectacular, amazing woman and... God help him, he would want more!

Never had he come close to cheating or wanting to cheat on his wife, but... it had been incredible with her, every single second and ... he was in trouble ...or was he?

Perhaps he was single, and well the timing didn't look good, but the heart and body wants what it wants, and every bit of him wanted every bit of her. He loved how she rode him, wanted it rough, then soft, then rough again, and when she came, she came like a porn star, absent the acting and more like a silent movie, other than the gasps, moans and damn creaking of the bed. Even before it ended, he knew he would want and hoped to have her again the next night, but maybe a blanket on the floor, and no damn springs!

"Thank you, Chris ...Thank you." She was so soft, almost apologetic, and it made him feel sad. "Don't go too far..." He whispered, "I like you here. And no, thank you to you, you were exactly what I needed, and you were... no are, perfect!" That was enough words for then, as both of their bodies needed rest, their very sated, sweaty and happy bodies. He loved how she had not shied of his cumming inside of her, feeding her womb, in the singular most intimate act a man and woman can share. Nope, they had not simply fucked, they had made, passionate, passionate love!

Chris slept like a baby, the first time he had really slept since play-off preparation started. He had awoken twice, both times feeling her there in his arms, and smiled only to fall back asleep content. So when she finally woke him, "Wake up, sleepy head. Antonio said last night he had some chores for you. Time to earn your keep." He batted his eyes only to somewhat notice and remark, "You're dressed?" He put his hand down, now aware and a bit embarrassed at the morning wood he was sporting, a morning treat specially prepared by the night angels for her!

He sat up and then laughed, "Lose the hat, I'll find you something, I promise!" But he was teasing, and filled with mixed emotions, he could not deny how much he liked having her there with him. She knelt down and cradled his face then softly touched his chest, and his morning wood, bad boy that it was, noticed! "I'm sorry, Chris. I ... I hope I haven't hurt you." He tried to make light, "Well not so far, but I am hoping you'll take another shot tonight, if hurting me is what you call that?" He winked but saw how serious she was.

"Pam..." He shortened it, hoping it reflected a certain intimacy, "I knew exactly what I was doing, and wanted every second." He stopped covering himself up, and jokingly said, "I still do, obviously!" But again got serious, "I know I shouldn't be feeling what I am feeling but that is on me, not you. You did nothing wrong, and...I like you, I really, like you. I don't know what kind of world we now live in, but I am glad you are with me, and I hope you are. I don't regret last night, and I won't regret what happens going forward, we are all doing the best we can."

When he got dressed, somehow Maria had found an old pair of jeans, and if he pulled the belt tight enough, he could keep them up. Normal clothes weren't build for men with 30 inch waists, and nearly that large, individual muscular thighs. She also gave him a t-shirt that was so tight it felt painted on, but for now it worked.

Outside Antonio was looking at the damage, and Chris smiled, "I can do some carpentry, should we rebuild some shelves?" Then he remembered a promise, and went outside and up the street to where a bar was similarly facing the day after, but they had hats, baseball caps that read, "Kelsey's His" And "Hers" He thought it was funny and the owner gave him the hats in return for an autograph. He brought them back in and tossed a cap to Pamela, "Here, this is better!"

When Maria came in with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast for all she saw them a smiled, "His...Hers...a couple?" Tony looked at Pamela to see if she was smiling?

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin and Tony at Cabela's; flood waters rising

"...I didn't mean to cross a line, and if I did in your mind... I am really sorry ... this is just ... a tough day ... for all of us."

Kirstin waved off Tony's concern, telling him, "You did nothing wrong. Nothing. And you're right, it's been a tough day."

She went to sleep with the same thoughts her rescue had, about the new world they were facing, about lost loves, and about the possibility of new ones. Kirstin found Tony attractive, of course; all women did. And if he wasn't married, she might have suggested they share a cot or make a single bed to share on Cabela's floor.

Kirstin was having trouble resolving the conflict of her new friendship. She was going to help Tony locate his family, which included his wife, assuming she was still alive. And yet, for emotional reasons as much as for sexual ones, she found herself wishing she could just stand up now and relocate her sleeping location to Tony's own sleeping bag.

......................​

Morning came, and after they'd risen, Tony suggested, "First things first, let's head next door and see what we can find to eat?"

"Whiskey is not breakfast food," she teased him as they headed for the fine store for liquor and other consumables.

She was surprised at what they found, and combined with some of the camping and hiking foods from Cabela's, they actually ate very well. As they were eating, though, Kirstin began to notice a building smell. She'd been in New York when Super Sandy struck, and she remembered what had happened when the sewers were backed up by the ocean surge striking the city.

"We should take a walk," she suggested, and after they found and forced open an access door to the store's basement, they found what they'd feared: water was filling the store from the sewers, and it looked like it was slowly rising. "How long do we have?"

They went to work finalizing their purchases, and returned to the basement twice to check the marks they'd made on the wall to measure the rising water. The store was flooding at 3 inches an hour, meaning the first floor would be wet before nightfall.

"What now?" she asked once they knew their time in the store was limited.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Suzie, Della, and Jamie; Lake Oswego, OR

"Good night ladies?"

Suzie smiled wide, wondering whether or not Jamie believed that the two friends had gotten busy last night. She didn't realize, of course, that he'd not only watched them pleasure each other but had then returned to his own room to stroke one out while fantasizing about them.

"I hope you are both hungry?"

"Starved," Suzie said, giving Della a push toward the fridge as she said, "Milk, OJ, and look for some tomato juice, too."

Della murmured playfully, "Pushy pussy."

Jamie reported about taking a swim and checking the boats, asking, "Do you water ski?"

Della laughed, looking back to the man. She was tempted to explain that one of the men that both she and Suzie had fucked off and on over the years -- sometimes together -- had had a jet boat. ** Over the last several years, they'd often spent nights or whole weekends with him, sometimes at motels, sometimes at his cabin on the Willamette down south of Oregon City.

He'd send them shopping for beer and burgers and stuff, usually with fifty or hundred dollar bills. They'd pocket the change, something he ignored but knew full well was happening.

Sometimes he gave them credit cards -- never his own, of course -- and they'd buy swim suits, lingerie, and other sexy things he wanted to see them wear. At the end of their time together, they often took the clothes back for in-store credit gift cards that they spent on things they really needed, like food, drink, toiletries, and more.

The three of them sat down to breakfast, which was surprisingly wonderful. Afterward, Suzie asked Jamie to the den for a conversation, suggesting, that the three of them could be very happy living there together. She looked to the home owner's brother and added rather firmly, though, "With you sleeping in your bed and us in ours. I'm not saying that you might never get the pleasure of a taste or one or both of us--"

"Or her," Della corrected. She was still decidedly against fucking Jamie, not knowing that her days of resistance were numbered.

Suzie continued, "Whatever, I'm just saying ... if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself, Jamie ... I think the three of us could do well here together."

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Pamela and Chris

"You're dressed?" Chris said with an obvious tone of disappointment at finding Pamela no longer naked in their bed. He caught sight of the hat celebrating his team's opponents and laughed, telling her, "Lose the hat, I'll find you something, I promise!"

"I like it," she said, pulling away when he tried to remove it from her head. She pouted her bottom lip out playfully, then laughed. "I had an aunt who lived in Cleveland. You wear your KC hat, and I'll wear this."

When she apologized for having trespassed upon his marriage, he told her, "Pam ... I knew exactly what I was doing, and wanted every second."

He flashed his morning wood to her, causing Pamela to squeal and blush and cover him up again, telling him, "Put that thing away!"

He said unnecessarily, "I still do, obviously!"

They talked about what happened between them the previous night, with him telling her, "I don't regret last night, and I won't regret what happens going forward, we are all doing the best we can."

She leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips, whispering, "Neither do I."

Several minutes later, as she helped Maria out in the store putting things back on the shelves, Pamela turned to see Chris emerge with his poorly fitting clothing and laughed. "My god! What are you wearing?

They determined that some better fitting clothes for both of them were a necessity, then the two couples went to work trying to figure out where they went from here.

They spent the morning and much of the afternoon cleaning and organizing and talking about the future. The after shocks were still continuing, sometimes as frequently at every 15 minutes. But the most damage these ones were causing was to once again knock some things off the shelves.

Antonio had a crank powered emergency radio on which they were playing a news broadcast emanating from Washington D.C. The earthquakes and tsunamis were happening all around the Pacific Ocean, something Pamela remembered from college as the Ring of Fire.

There were reports that Mount Shasta in California had exploded; that Mount St. Helens in Washington State had come back to life again after several years of mild steam and such; and that not one but three volcanoes in Iceland had now exploded or were erupting, and with changing winds, all of the British Isles had at least three inches of ash while much of Europe was affected as well, as far north as Murmansk on Russia's Artic coast, as far south as Athens, Greece, and as far east as Perm, Russia, which was 800 miles east of Moscow.

But what really concerned Pamela were the reports about what was happening militarily around the globe. Only 24 hours had passed since what the news was calling the World Quake had struck, and already:

• North Korea had nuked cities from South Korea to Japan to the US, including Anchorage and Seattle which were both gone and Honolulu, which had escaped the nuclear blast but which had then been struck by a 100 foot high tsunami that knocked over skyrises like they were Jenga games on a rickety kitchen table.
• The US had struck back, essentially destroying North Korea as a military entity and leaving millions of people in fear of the lasting effects of radiation.
• China had invaded Taiwan with hundreds of thousands of airborne and amphibious troops, just as the World Quake struck the west side of the Pacific.
• Russia was reported to be sending tens of thousands of troops south into the Middle East, presumably to take control of the oil fields of Iran, Iran, Kuwait, and who knows where more.
• And with the US's attention diverted for obvious reasons, Arab forces who had recently built a powerful coalition with a new, militant and seriously anti-Israeli Egyptian Army were about to send everything they had at the Jewish nation.
• Tomorrow, the news from the Middle East would be that Israel had nuked Cairo, Egypt; Amman, Jordan; Damascus, Syria; and Tehran, Iran.

"I'm scared," Pamela whispered to Chris at one point as they were working about the store. They had just heard a report that American, Russian, and Chinese diplomats were in negotiations to ensure that they did not engage in nuclear exchanges and that, thus far, those talks were looking fruitful.

But who knew?

"Are we going to stay here, Chris?" Pamela asked, speaking about their little haven on top of the hill. "I mean, is there any other place to go?"

Below them, much of the LA basin was still under a couple of feet of water, and it would be for quite some time. That much water didn't just go away, as if you were pulling the plug in a bathtub. It would be another six days before they could walk out on relatively dry ground. *

Pamela didn't really have any where else to go, of course, and she didn't have anyone to go searching for. She was unmarried and currently without a significant other; and she had no siblings and had lost her parents years ago to a carbon monoxide accident in their old home.

To be honest, despite knowing that he had a wife who he needed to be certain was dead or alive, Pamela had no where else to be but with Chris Taylor.


* I put that in bold to make sure we remembered it.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Laura Wagner (Candy Stabler's sister), Tony's Children, & Laura's lover, Vicki Lloyd

(OOC: The sexy images of the two girls are, obviously, out of context. This is the last time I'm going to post this note.)

February 13, 2022
Shortly after the Eureka Tsunami
Inland of Eureka, California

Laura, her sister Candy's children Tyler and Taylor, and her new lover Vicki sat on the now opened tailgate of Vicki's Jeep and just stared down from the hill on which they sat. The tsunami that had chased them out of Eureka, California, had withdrawn, leaving the earth behind them unrecognizable: the forest was destroyed, with most of the trees either down or stripped of their foliage; and debris, from cars to boats to rail cars to the remnants of buildings was everywhere, making the terrain below them look like one continuous garbage dump.

All four of them were wet from water that had burst into the Jeep as they barely yet successfully outran the surging wave, and now they couldn't help but laugh about it, desperately in need of a bit of comic relief. They made jokes about looking like drowned rats, pointing out the bits of nature -- needles, grass, and mud -- in their hair or on their bodies.

"What now?" Laura asked Vicki, knowing that the woman she'd picked up in Eureka's lesbian bar -- now Eureka's former lesbian bar -- was more of an outdoorsy person than Laura herself was and might, just might, have a better idea of how to proceed. "Do we go back down?"

"No, we stay right here, where we are safe," Vicki told her, hopping off the tailgate and curling around to the front of her Jeep. She dug around, found her cell phone, and returned to the back of the rig. "I've got service, holy fuck."

"Language!" Taylor said for the third or fourth or tenth time, who was counting.

"I'm gonna try my folks," Vicki said after apologizing as Laura was hurrying to go get her own phone. There were no answers at any of the half dozen numbers she called, though, and she assumed that meant that her folks hadn't gotten away from the tsunami. She almost murmured fuck, but then caught the little girl staring at her with a smile, as if waiting for another language transgression. She smiled instead, saying, "Darn. No one home."

"I've got no bars," Laura said with disappointment but not surprise. Her carrier had never had very good coverage in this more remote region of Northwest, but her plan had been cheap so she'd dealt with it. "Can I use yours?"

Vicki handed over her cell, of course, and reading numbers from her Contact list, Laura send a group text to almost two dozen people for whom she cared, including her sister Candy who was in Weed directly in the the shadow of Shastina, which had blown its top so dramatically that the tower of dust, smoke, and gas could be seen from here; and Candy's husband, Tony -- the father of her children -- who was in Inglewood, which soon enough Laura would learn had been destroyed not just by the quake but by the same tsunami that had nearly killed her:

It's Laura Wagner, on a friend Vicki's cell phone. I am safe with Tyler and Taylor in the hills inland of Eureka. We will stay here as long as we can or until we are told there is a safer place to be. Please everyone let me know you are safe. Use this number AND mine. Cell coverage bad here. Better safe than sorry. Love you all.​

Laura almost added something religious at the end but didn't. She had Bible thumpers amongst her friends and family, but neither she nor Candy had been raised religious. She looked up to the sky as she pressed send, thinking, God, if you're there and I've been an idiot so far, please don't take it out on these kids. They're innocent in all this.

"What now?" she asked Vicki again, searching for answers.

"Well, now we look around for something that survived that wave," Vicki told her, beginning to help get the children back into the Jeep. "A cabin, maybe even a little store inland farther."

Her phone dinged, then again and again with three responses to the group message. Excited, Laura waggled her hand for the phone, but then showed less enthusiasm when she saw that neither Tony, Candy, nor Candy and Laura's folks had responded. Over the hours to come, another eight replies would arrive, again not the ones she wanted.

....................​

The day after the quake:

Around 11am, unbeknownst to either Laura or Vicki, the service to Tony's phone would become available for just a few seconds before once again fading to no service. During that time, though, her message -- saved in a queue -- would pop up on Tony's phone.

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirstin and Tony at Cabela's Flood waters rising

He was feeling guilt, based on desire, so even though her words... "You did nothing wrong. Nothing. And you're right, it's been a tough day." ... did make him feel a bit better, he also knew the desire that was fighting its own battle within his body and mind.

Therefore it was a restless sleep, filled with fantasies of a dance that turned into much more. One Kirstin was up, Tony suggested the go find breakfast and laughed at her joke, "Whiskey is not breakfast food," He reached out and took her hand, "But bloody mary's can be, and combine that with maybe some smoked salmon and we've got something." After, they had done their "shopping" at Binny's they ate, and Tony agreed, they had eaten well.

That was the highlight, immediately followed by the lowlight, the smell, and the observation that their little haven was not so safe after all, and given the speed of the water coming in, they were going to be forced to leave somehow or quite literally drown in shit!


Kirstin's question was the right one, and Tony wished he had an answer. "What now?" He looked up, confusion in his eyes, but then a single ping, sounded, almost immediately followed by six more.... It took a second for Tony to realize it was his cell, and for about 7 seconds a single bar had emerged and he had received texts. Thank God he didn't do notifications or he wouldn't have received what he did. Ther first five were nice, queries from CBS execs on their star, but the last meant everything!

It's Laura Wagner, on a friend Vicki's cell phone. I am safe with Tyler and Taylor in the hills inland of Eureka. We will stay here as long as we can or until we are told there is a safer place to be. Please everyone let me know you are safe. Use this number AND mine. Cell coverage bad here. Better safe than sorry. Love you all.​

Tears rolled down Tony's cheeks as he read every word, whispering, "Love you too!" as he finished and looked up. He turned the phone toward Kirstin, shaking it, his eyes no longer confused but full of steely determination. "They are alive, my kids are alive!" He pulled her into his arms and nearly squeezed her to death in celebration, before releasing her.

"What are we doing? We are getting the fuck out of here, now! And I think I know how!" Off he was moving and a half hour later he was back with a winch, nylon rope, a rope ladder , and a hook. "I need your help, we need to haul a boat up here, and then we will use the winch to lower it. I will get a trolling motor, they have the kind here used in the everglades, but we wil take rows too, life jackets, and an extra back pack with water and provisions. We are going to lower the boat, crawl down the ladder and get to the pier....and then, I am going to go get my kids and sister in law!" However, when he tried to respond, "STAY, I will gome and get you!" There was nothing, other than message failure on his screen. "Fuck! He screamed, I can't respond. "We gotta move!"

Tony was a man on a mission, the gears in motion, and less than a half hour later they had the boat in the water, and Tony had scaled down the rope and was about to help Kirstin in as well.... The boat had three backpacks, a small motor and two inhabitants ready to brave whatever might come next!

 

[Homerun2611]

Suzie, Della, and Jamie; Lake Oswego, OR... Day 2

Why he had asked if they water skied, he wasn't sure. It was February, and even his polar swim, while he loved it, almost gave him a heart attack at entry. However, the story it induced, about their friend, told him all he needed to know. His brother had not been their first, and while they were not whores as they interpreted the word when he said it, they were open to using their bodies to get what they wanted, ideally under mutually beneficial arrangements.

So, as they finished the breakfast he had made, and assumably all of them had enjoyed, he was not entirely surprised at the discussion. While Della had not warmed at all, or seemingly so, Suzie was the negotiator, describing how they might find a suitable relationship, with one key caveat, "With you sleeping in your bed and us in ours. I'm not saying that you might never get the pleasure of a taste or one or both of us--"

"Or her," Della corrected. And Jamie cocked his brow as if to say, you don't know what you're missing!

Suzie continued, "Whatever, I'm just saying ... if you can promise to keep your hands to yourself, Jamie ... I think the three of us could do well here together."

Jamie smiled, "And, so...I am providing the house, so far I am cooking, and...if you're nice the drugs and entertainment...so.... what exactly is your contribution? Or your snarling, badger of a girlfriend?"

Jamie didn't expect an answer right away, so he got up, and started to walk away, "While you think about it..." He had already decided he actually liked having them there, last night's performance had guaranteed that, but he wanted them to at least think. "Suzie, would you follow me for a second, I have something for you..." He stopped "Suzie and only Suzie!"

He waited and led her to the other end of the house, and after they had walked through two sets of doors and were a good 40 feed away from Della, he suddenly turned, and shut the door, and pressed Suzie up against it. He pressed his strong body up so it barely touched hers, and his lips inches from hers. "She may not want me, but I think you do...and...I sure as fuck want you. We can have lots of fun, you saw the candy I put away last night...I can get more. We can have one fuck of a good time here, but I need to know...Am I wrong, or do you have a bit more interest in this cock than you are revealing in front of your friend?"

If she said yes, or better, kissed him, really kissed them, he was planning to take them out on the pontoon, and once on the lake, open at least one of his baggies of goodies! He was also curious to see what else this little lake community had to offer, or were they totally alone?

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris and Pamela, Inglewood CA, the Day 2

Chris listened as carefully and with as much horror as had Pam, and when she finally turned to him, "I'm scared," He put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, "I am too, but I will take care of you!" And he meant it. He was feeling tremendous affection, and even love for this sweet, beautiful girl, she had a natural honesty and vulnerability that had drawn him in, and touched his heart and soul.

"Antonio, those guns, do you have somewhere we could shoot them, I think it would be a good idea if Pamela and I, did some practice?" Chris had hunted some, but he wanted Pamela to at least know how to comfortably and effectively use a pistol. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms and hands around her to show her how to hold a gun, the pose was sexy as hell, as was the first time they fired and felt the recoil together. She was a natural, and that was also sexy. The reality was, personality type and physicality, Pamela and Chris were almost perfect complements.

Dinner was once again a combination effort, and afterwards they all sat around. They were now sitting solely by candlelight, sipping wines form Italy, and snacking on delicious cheeses and crackers. Tony was speaking to all, but primarily to Pam. "I don't think it makes sense for Pamela and I to leave until I know you're safe..." He said directing his gaze to both Antonio and Maria, "... and we have somewhere we might go. However, we do need to figure out what is going on, and if we can buy or trade with others for things we might need? I think you are good on toilet paper, water and candles, but what else?"

They talked and made a list, in the morning Chris and Pamela would scavage and see what might be available, including some other clothes for them. It was also getting later, but it was Maria who with a sparkle in her eye said, "Perhaps it is time we all head off to bed?" She handed Tony the bottle where maybe a glass or two remained. "Why don't you young people finish this off in your room, we have had enough. Chris stood up and extended his hand to assist Pamela, "I don't mind if we do, thank you!" And when Pamela looked at him and he said, "Are you ready?" He certainly didn't mean to sleep!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler; Cabela's; morning after the World Quake

"What are we doing?" Tony said with a determined voice. "We are getting the fuck out of here, now! And I think I know how!"

He was off on a mission, and Kirstin eagerly did all she could to help him. The knowledge that his children were still alive and, for now, safe had transformed him. They managed to get a boat outside into the waters that just wouldn't withdraw.

"Aye, aye, Captain," Kirstin teased when he directed her on where to sit and how to function in a boat. For some reason, a line from an old movie came to her, and she blurted it out despite its total lack of belonging in the context, before laughing in embarrassment, "Ship shape, Captain."

Kirstin had already admitted to Tony that she was the water-going type of girl: she didn't scuba dive, didn't water ski, didn't surf, and truthfully barely knew how to swim. She was actually quite petrified as they pushed away from the building into the muck and debris filled water. They were barely away from Cabela's when she suddenly screamed in horror and pointed to a body entangled in a fishing net filled with equally dead fish and dolphins.

Tony did what he could to reassure Kirstin, and she was doing her best to push the horror out of her mind when there was an unusual cracking sound from where they'd just departed. She looked back toward Cabela's to see the front wall collapsing from the stress of the long term water pressure against it. The water between the store and them began rushing back toward the hole, and again Kirstin screamed.

"I don't want to drown, Tony!" she cried, clutching her life jacket and grabbing at one of the spares. The little boat was moving toward the collapsed wall, and she was sure they'd get sucked into the hole and torn apart by the scary looking Lego-like construction of the cinder block wall. She looked back to the man who'd already saved her once before and pleaded, "Tony! Don't let me drown!"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Jamie, Suzie and Della - Lake Oswego, OR - day after the World Quake

Jamie pointed out the situation as he saw it, "And, so...I am providing the house, so far I am cooking, and...if you're nice the drugs and entertainment...so.... what exactly is your contribution? Or your snarling, badger of a girlfriend?"

Della murmured loud enough for both of them to hear, "Fuck you."

Suzie in turn whispered, "Be nice."

Jamie asked Suzie to join him, and as she stood to do just that, she leaned over and kiss the other young woman on the mouth before telling Della, "I'll be back. Why don't you do the dishes?"

"Fuck you, too," the slightly older girl growled.

Suzie whispered with a serious expression on her face, "You wanna go out there into the world and try to find a place like this?"

Della said nothing in response, only staring into her lover's face with an anger that was actually meant for Jamie. Suzie kissed her again, this time a bit more erotically, then repeated, "Why don't you do the dishes?"

"Fine," Della conceded, before saying, "See if you can get some pot."

A moment later, Suzie found herself up against the wall being told by Jamie, "She may not want me, but I think you do...and...I sure as fuck want you."

He spoke of the fun they could have, and Suzie found herself getting so excited that she could feel her nipples swelling and -- before this was over -- would notice her panties wet as well.

Jamie asked, "Am I wrong, or do you have a bit more interest in this cock than you are revealing in front of your friend?"

"Maybe," she said without commitment either way. She didn't fight him or push him away, which was probably more of an answer than those two words anyway. Suzie gave Jamie a quick peck of a kiss on the lips, then turned her head away when he tried to follow it up with one of his own. She said softly, "No. Not yet."

Then, reaching to his belt and beginning to very slowly unfasten it, she began negotiating: "You give me that baggie of pot for Della ... and the baggie of coke for me ... I'll share with you, of course..."

The belt came undone, and finding the fob for his zipper she began pulling it down slowly as she said, "And I'll give this cock of which you speak a visit."

She bent her knees just enough to indicate to Jamie what sort of visit she was speaking of.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Chris and Pamela, Inglewood CA -- Day 2 (Feb 14)

Pamela had been unsure about the target practice Chris had suggested. She'd never shot a gun before, except for those BB guns at the fair that ripped the star out of the paper. Maria had suggested her own little .22 caliber semiautomatic, and Pamela had enjoyed that so much that they plinked through two full clips.

"I'll try that once," she said later, though, gesturing to the scary looking monster of a revolver that Chris and Antonio had been shooting.

Chris held her this time, his strong arms wrapped around her, his frontside pressed against her backside. It was just as sexy for her as it was for him, but she'd had enough of the much stronger kick after just two rounds. When she turned to hand it off, she looked Chris up and down with an ogle and -- presumably talking about the gun -- said with a sultry tone, "So much power. I didn't know if I could manage it."

Pamela couldn't help but blush, particularly since Maria had heard her and giggled to herself. They finished their practice, had some dinner, and spoke of her and Chris staying around for a while. The store had had many visitors during the day, locals from the neighborhood on the hill who had brought things to trade for food, toilet paper, and other needs. Chris's idea of continuing with trade and also going out the next day to scavenge made perfect sense.

When the two of them retired to their little bedroom with their bottle of wine, Pamela told Chris, "I have a surprise for you."

She left the bedroom, and when she came back, she had changed out of her casual wear of the day and was wrapped in a silk robe with a pattern and style that seriously dated it as being much older than she herself. Pamela laughed as she turned fully around once, saying, "Maria said Antonio bought this for her in 1972, for their anniversary. Don't know which one, but it had to have been early. Kinda hideous, isn't it?"

She stepped closer to him, untying the belt wrapped about her waist as she asked, "Do you know what today is, Chris?"

He obviously didn't, which didn't surprise Pamela as she'd only just remembered it this afternoon. Opening the robe and letting it fall away from her, she reminded him, "It's the 14th of February ... Valentines Day. Maria and I snuck down the block this afternoon to a little boutique, where I got you a present. Do you like it?"