Reunion Dinner

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Science Fiction, Harem, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: A Swarm cycle Story. A simple pick-up story

Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental

"Missy Sinclair. I haven't seen you since Graduation. How have you been?"

"Monica? My goodness, look at you! You look great! I've been fine. I married Fred, just like everyone expected. We got divorced in less than two years. At least we didn't have any kids. Then I met Jacob and things are great. I'm Mrs. Johnson now with two kids. Let's see now. Here is your reunion packet and your seating location. You are at table thirty-seven, so you're sitting with Henrietta Esterhaus, Bill and Sandy Clementson and Mark ... Ohh! Maybe I had better move you to another table. That would be like me sitting with Fred." Missy still looked almost as she did as the best looking girl on the cheerleader squad. She could have been Yell Queen, but her perfect milk chocolate complexion probably flipped a few votes towards her paler friend Sandy.

"No, don't move me. I want to see Mark. I promise I won't cause a scene over it, or strangle his wife or anything like that. My hope for the evening is for all three of us to leave here smiling."

"Well, okay. You were never a confrontational bitch type person in school, so I'll just hope that you haven't changed in only ten years. I should warn you, though. Watch out for Bill Clementson. He gets pretty obnoxious these days after he gets a few under his belt."

"Thanks, Missy. I remember Bill. Good luck tonight."

'Hmm, ' thought Missy as she watched a newly stunning Monica stroll into the dining room. 'I wonder why I would need good luck. It's just a High School ten-year Reunion Dinner.'


Monica Crenshaw walked into the dining room and headed to her table without even glancing at the seating chart. She had known which table she was at and who all of her dining partners were, well over a week ago. In fact, when she had hacked the seating file, she had made the modifications to set it up this way. As she strolled past the other tables she was barely aware of the looks she was getting. Few people really recognized her. She wasn't one of the cheerleaders or part of any of the social cliques. She was an Honor Society member in school, but most people ignored them. People had never paid attention to her in high school. Now though, they looked.

She was five foot seven inches, but the three-inch heels on her designer shoes put her on a par with the average guy. She had some great curves on an otherwise slim frame that was obviously the product of long hours in a gym. Her hair, makeup and clothing were visibly expensive to anyone with the knowledge. The few people that knew her from back then wondered how she had lost twenty pounds and when she had won the lottery.

As she approached her table, she studied the five people already seated. Henrietta Esterhaus was still redheaded, pleasant faced, a little bit overweight but definitely a earth- mother female. She was Monica's favorite teacher. Still only thirty-seven, the young Physics and Math teacher had inspired Monica, Mark and many other students in her first few years at the school.

Bill and Sandy Clementson were the classic stereotypical young couple, the high school star quarterback, who found that he could not make it at the college level, and his beautiful blonde cheerleader wife, who had found out around the same time that she had married the wrong guy. Bill was big. Six foot two inches and well over two hundred pounds. Twenty-eight and it was already starting to spill over at his belt buckle. He was signaling the waiter for a refill. Sandy was still a blonde beauty, but her depressed attitude was taking her looks down a notch. She was wearing pretty clothes, showing quite a lot of skin and curves, as was the current custom, but she was also wearing a scarf around her neck, in July. Probably it was to hide a bruise.

Sharon Kinney. Monica hadn't met Sharon, before. Sharon's figure was a bit curvier than Monica's, with long dark brown hair and shiny dark eyes. Mark and Sharon had been married for a little less than three years. Sharon was obviously pregnant, again. Monica knew that they already had a little girl who was just two years old. Mark. What could she say to Mark? Her high school sweetheart. Her first lover. Her former fiancé. The first guy that broke her heart. Well, not that that was his fault.

"Hello, Mark. It's good to see you again." The look on his face was one of complete shock.

"Monica! Uhh, hi. How are you doing?" Sharon was watching him when he greeted her. She jumped a bit when he said the name and then she looked at Monica. He had obviously mentioned her.

"I'm fine, thank you." Monica slipped into her chair at the round table. She was between Bill and Sharon, across from Miss Esterhaus. "Hello, Sandy, Bill. Miss Esterhaus, it's so good to see you again."

Henrietta dimpled up and immediately put a stop to that. "It's Henrietta dear, or I'll have to send you to the Vice Principal's office for punishment. Hmm, the new VP is pretty dreamy. See if you can get him to spank your bare behind with his hands. You might want him to take his time." Henrietta had always had a free wheeling attitude about sex that got and kept her students attention. No one quite understood how she had not yet been fired, or even reprimanded, but her students always got high marks on the standardized tests, so the office had just left her alone.

"Maybe later. Mark. Aren't you going to introduce me to your wife? Don't worry, I won't bite, bark or even growl."

"Yeah, Mark. Introduce the bitch to your wife." Bill laughed out loud at his own joke. The others just ignored him.

"Sharon, this is Monica Crenshaw. Monica, my wife, Sharon Kinney." Mark was a bit nervous, as was to be expected.

"Sharon, I am so very glad to meet you. Knowing Mark's penchant for honesty, you've already heard of our history." Monica was smiling at Sharon, but Sharon was still not sure if things were going well or going to Hell.

"Yes, you went together during school, and college. You got engaged, then you broke up about six years ago."

"Yes, I don't know if it was best for him, but it was certainly a dumb move on my part. You've got a good man, hang on to him." She threw a quick, wry smile at Mark then started talking to Henrietta in an obvious change of subjects. "Henrietta, would you believe that when Mark and I were in our Math 312 class in Metric Topology, we were the only ones in the entire class to know how to use Symbolic Logic? We had all these mathematical proofs to do on the board to the satisfaction of the class and none of them had a clue as to what we were doing. The Professor freaked that no one else knew about it yet. You got us both a leg up on getting 'A's in that class because you made us learn it in high school Math." Henrietta smiled her dimply smile and the conversation went on to school and old friends.


" ... So, I sold the future royalties and interests to my employer and now they have the hassle of dealing with the people copying my design. I made 250k on that deal. Not bad for a little device I cobbled up at college. However, speaking of devices, Mark, Henrietta, what do you think about this thing?" Monica pulled a small piece of gear out of her purse. It was slimmer than a cell phone; a clear plastic window in the center with some small control buttons around the edge. It was about three inches by four inches, maybe less. There were no obvious charging ports.

"Confederacy?" Mark had looked it over and finding no markings, had jumped to that conclusion before he handed it to Henrietta. She looked it over and nodded in agreement.

"Yup. I found it just laying around." Monica had a bittersweet smile on her face. "The electrical engineering firm I am working at now has had four pickups made on our people in the last two years. I've missed all four. Once I was home with the flu. Next time I stayed and worked over lunch and they hit the restaurant next door. Third time, I was out of town for a client meeting. The last time, I missed getting in the door of the restaurant by about five minutes. When I went in later, I saw it lying under a table. Hehe. By some discarded bras."

"Do you know what it does?" Sharon was curious. Monica seemed to be pleasant enough. Maybe they would get through the rest of this night with no problems.

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