Chapter 1

Hello. I’m Thomas Jeremiah Hines, JT, to my friends, and this is my story. I’m a nerd of an emancipated minor who sometimes watches too much Law and Order, You Tube or any available channel that offers some insights. I’m seventeen and have been emancipated for just over five months now. I’m a nerdish brainiac with a talent for AI who developed a cyber-based tool to help the global cyber war on terror. My parents, before their tragic passing when I was just sixteen, were smart enough to get an attorney involved when the government came calling for the tools I had developed. In a nutshell, I can link money to various terrorist organizations and then reel back to the sponsors. Want to know how Israel, after decades of trying, all of a sudden could eliminate the leadership of Hezbollah? Without violating my agreements, it is truly as simply following the money. They all know it and try to cover their tracks. Bloodhounds are wonderful animals.

Like all great hackers who are not state-sponsored, I often peeked around in places where I believed I had left no trace. I was not quite sneaky enough, and there were others with different disciplines that tracked me back through what were untraceable channels. The FEBS didn’t come into my life, guns blazing with search warrants. They wanted me more for my abilities than for where I peeked. Trust the government that they have learned how to bring hackers into their confidence, recruiting assets and tools against the rest of the world. But that’s history, and it is covered up by the NDA I signed with my parents. Of course, they were encouraged to license my work product through my attorney; everyone wants a taste.

The issues started with the accident that took my parents from me on a black, iced road, and my caring uncle and auntie got involved first in my life and then, of course, followed into my finances. They believed they could control for a couple of years and help themselves. My attorney was not agreeable and could be over the top when needed. It’s good to have friends in high and low places. Friends help friends retrieve stolen assets. Low places remember.

I was less playable than they thought, and with my connections, I got help rectifying things that generally took a lot of work. Things move rapidly when your uncle is named Sam, with unlimited resources and connections. Events move how and where you want them to, and people who show they have their interests above yours are excluded from our lives. As a sidebar, I now have a friendly judge as an additional overseer who I added as my personal attorney at the first chance I had, that’s another story.

It’s a long way to say that the Feds paved the way for me to be emancipated, bringing me to the next wild chapter of my life. The friendly Feds have reserved admission acceptances at various universities across the country. I was offered and invited to tour multiple destinations of higher learning. On one flight back that was the most intriguing part of the trip. I did not know what I overheard said by two twenty-something women who would play a part in my life the following week.

I need to backtrack a moment. As an emancipated minor, I can travel independently and take advantage of many adult-restricted ones. Once set free and living in my new apartment, I took a set of my papers and headed out to the counties outside of Clark County, Nevada. Precisely to remove my virginity card and learn the ways of love or lust as it would be. What good is money if you can’t spend it as you want to help in your endeavors.

Once off the flights at the airport, I had to Uber there and lay down my ID and paperwork, first to the madam and then to her business partner. Like my mom would have said we ‘haggled’ over the semantics of this and that. Ultimately, I had enough cash to make it an attractive venture for him and me. Remember, if I got pissed, then I could recoup my money just as quickly as I can track it. Of course, the business partner didn’t know that.

Agreements and deals were worked out, and the transfers of upfront cash were completed. I got a weekend of body education that left me exhausted but sated with more knowledge than I could be expected to acquire as quickly in years of living. Translate: I was taught my way around a woman or multiple women’s bodies. Yeah, I have been around the world without leaving the bedroom. Again, what’s the good of having money if you can’t spend some of it on yourself? I learned that you go on a Thursday and come back early Sunday so you can recover. Yeah, I have been a frequent weekend guest. Like any spoiled teenager, it’s my money, and I get to spend it how I choose as an adult. I get to spend it in ways I would not likely be allowed as that same teenager.

Now, back to the two characters on the plane. These two decided to discuss their ex-partners and what was wrong with them. It was not a quiet conversation but loud enough to be overheard for a few rows. One was telling how she met one guy and two days later went on a week-long vacation with him to Mexico, and then after they were back, he cheated on her within a month. What do they say? She’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. She chose a troll to take her on a free vacation, was the party toy, and expected more from him later. A YouTube panel group of men and women discussing relationships and their difficulties. The women were all complaining that there were no good men, and one of the men said, “Oh, there are all kinds of good men; they are just not interested in the types of women you all are.” As they discussed their woes, I kept my opinions to myself, but they resonated and reverberated.

I returned to my place later that day, sorting through Uber, the airport, and the rest. The next day, I was up and off to school, minding my business like most days. I lost a lot of friends after my parents passed, and my funk happened. I don’t need to go into it more than it’s a dark place. I was on woe is me for a while and shut out many. People are reliant to a point, and when you just don’t give a fuck to talk to them, they disappear. When you say nasty things when they don’t, it keeps them away later.

My handler from the three-letter agency encouraged me not to let my status change be known. These might have been the people I grew up with, but the reality is that after high school, I won’t see a lot of them as our paths will diverge. He’s older and wiser than me, with a broader knowledge of life. He’s also cool enough for me to discuss my adventures and not judge me too harshly for them. Just keep it wrapped, and you’re all good. It’s nothing overt, but he slips here and there to let me dissect it enough to know Big Brother wants to be informed. Everyone hates surprises, and I’m an asset to the government now, so live with it. That old song lyric I heard one day stuck in my mind. “Every form of refuge has its price.” And that’s the price now, which I am more than willing to accept. I work on projects that fit my skill set now and again, and they compensate me for that extra investment of time. I sweep my place, personal electronics, and systems just the same. But there’s always a tracker somewhere; that’s my motto and what I live by.

Now, back to school and the day a new wrinkle appeared. I was sent a pass to see my counselor. After showing the pass to my history teacher, I left and headed down to her office. I entered her office area and knocked on her door. No secretary was there watching over their offices as budget cuts meaning personnel to put more dollars in the classroom.

“Hello, Thomas; please come in and close the door.”

“Hello, Miss Greene, you sent for me?” I questioned.

“I did; I want to discuss a situation with you.”

“Okay.” I waited for her to tell me the situation, as I had learned, like every teenager, to keep my mouth shut until the adult asked.

“Can I trust you to keep what we speak about confidential?” She bit her lower lip.

“As you know, I am an adult now via my emancipation. I can keep adult secrets.” I had to tell the school what was happening; well my friendly Judge did that for me with the understanding that it was not to be shared outside of the administration and kept on a need-to-know basis.

“I was having a long conversation with my near sister. She works out in Nevada, and she knows you. In the biblical sense.”

“What’s your Sister’s name?” I pondered if she was fishing at something until, she said.

“Sandy”

“Since we are keeping this confidential. I do know Sandy, who works in Nevada and has been helpful in my journey to adulthood.”

“She does not know that I know you, but the circumstances matched up when we had a sisterly discussion.”

“You worked in Nevada also?”

“No, Sandy chose that way; I did not.”

“I’m at a loss as to why you needed to see me then.”

“I’m going to risk my career here and make you an offer I don’t want you to refuse.”

“Hence why the door is closed; it is just you and I here. Yes, if you would sign these documents to show we were reviewing your graduation progress.”

“Cover for you in case I can’t keep this between us.”

“You’re a smart man; my sister said she has helped you know how to be a man.”

“Which tells me you need my being a man with you because?” I signed the paperwork and handed it to her.

“I’m twenty-six, and my relationship with my boyfriend for many years has cratered and ended. I caught him cheating, and my trust in men overall is challenged. I’m a young woman with needs you have met with my near sister in Nevada.”

I missed hearing the ‘near’ twice. I am sure there are blood flow issues between the heads. Did I mention that Miss Greene is a stone-cold fox to a seventeen-year-old? “I am emancipated and have my place where we could meet to discuss our mutual needs in furthering my education.”

“You’re brilliant.” She smiled as she said that.

“You’re very willing to be all I want when the door closes to my apartment?”

“That’s very ominous, let’s define all you want.”

“Four letters start with an S and end with a T.”

“I could so do that.” She smiled at me.

“I would like a physical confirmation.”

“The you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine type of confirmation.”

She stood up and walked to the door, turning the lock. Then, she unbuttoned her blouse and placed it on the desk. Next was her skirt, followed by her Bra, and finally, her thong. She was a true redhead, and the carpet matched the drapes. She stood with her feet apart as I fought every urge to stand and take her in my arms.

I stood, removed my shirt, tossed it on the side table, and undid my belt. My pants were tighter than usual as she was turning me on with that hot body and all these negotiations.

I kicked my shoes off, dropped my pants, stepped out of them, and placed them on the chair. Next were my boxes, and she licked her lips as I pulled them down, revealing my standing proud eight inches of hard leaking wet cock.

“What size?’ I asked

“36C,” she replied. “You?”

“Eight inches,” but your sister told you that.

“Can I touch it?”

“If you touch it, you’re going to want to suck it, and after you suck it, you’re going to need to fuck it.’ Just then, the bell that ended class for the day sounded. Ending any possibility of her and I having any physical connection for now.

She reached for her thong, and I got my boxers. We were both dressed, and she came into my open arms. Sandy also taught me how to kiss, and we did that for a short time, focusing on each other and building our passion for when she was at my place that night.

I reached into my wallet and pulled out the extra access card to allow her to park under the building. “That’s for the entry to the underground car park. Be at my door at eight p.m. No underwear allowed. You will spend the night and leave early to head home and get ready for work.”

“I love a man in control.”

“Good, bring some lube, and I will shave that pussy smooth like all of the sluts I know.” The only sluts I knew were actually whores working out at the ranch and to date they were all shaved.

She shivered in my arms as I said that. We broke our embrace, and she unlocked the door. “Tonight, at eight, Sir. My name is Clarice, Sir; you can call me what you like.”

I returned to my locker and wondered what had just happened. It was just another wild turn in the events of my life over the last year. What were the chances that Sandy would be related to Clarice? I opened the locker, dropped a book bag, and took my phone from the top shelf. The district had a no phone-on-your-personal rule, including backpacks and purses. It vibrated just as I picked it up.

I unlocked it, and Sandy’s smiley emoji was in an SMS. She had put her number in my cell once when we had spent our weekends together.

I sent back a devil emoji.

“Be careful, or I’ll come to take a vacation there, and you will have both of us to deal with.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Thinking your man enough?”

“Thinking if anyone can teach me to be man enough, it’s you.” A bunch of crying emojis were the reply.

“Anything I should know for tonight?” I asked.

“She’s in a delicate position and needs you to be strong and in control.”

“Short or long term?”

“What I did last summer cums to mind.”

“I can reach out to ask for advice and guidance?”

“I would be hurt if you didn’t. Know that she also reaches out.”

“Given how she framed all this at the start, I suspected and expected as much.”

“Any more guidance?”

“Go with the flow, take her where and how you want to, and she will bond tightly to you and open herself to all you desire.”

“Including having you in for a vacation with us?”

“Wicked man” and a bunch of devils with horns. With a Bye at the end.

I closed my locker and turned to find the rumored Lezzie queens of the campus there staring at me.

“Your majesties.” I flourished a bow.

“Such a fine young man; they make so few these days with the chivalry needed,” Trisha said.

“I strive to serve,” I replied, laying it thick at their feet.

“Strive to serve. We need to discuss that, sisters.” Carol, the apparent queen of them all, said to no one in particular.

“I am but your servant, my ladies. I am here to bow to your commands or more if you need me to.”

“More?” Julie questioned.

“One never knows all the details of the quest until it is revealed.”

“We will grace you with our presence tomorrow at lunch and begin the reveal,” Carol spoke, and then the three of them turned and left.

Stranger by the moment, no doubt something was up, or it was a unique series of unlikely coincidences. When that happened before, I knew exactly who to reach out to. I sent a quick text, headed to my car, and drove to the small coffee place near the county seat.

I was seated at the table at the back when he walked in. “Your honor.”

“Smart ass, I told you to call me William.”

“That you did, but you know the youth of today.”

“You are smarter than all of them combined, that I see that daily. Handing me the twenty to engage me as your attorney and invoke the privilege in my chambers afterward.”

“I had no matters before the court then, and you are a licensed attorney in good standing with the bar.”

“So, what do you need to run by your attorney so badly that you texted me to meet?”

“Not before your double mocha; I know the elderly have a problem if they miss their nap. I need your full attention.”

“Smart ass kid.” The waitress brought the Judge his usual as he was a regular, and she knew him.

Once she was gone, “Better than a dumb ass.” I replied.

“TJ, stop already. What is happening that you reached out about?”

“You know about Nevada, thanks for that referral. “ Then I went on about what was happening with the two sisters.

He placed his fingers just touching them, and then his index fingers were tied together to his lips.

“I trust the ranch owner and would not have suggested you go there had I not. That trust is not a blanket endorsement, but it’s earned as he keeps his mouth closed and employs women who I hope would do the same. In the same breath, it is a coincidence that sisters would be in such varied employment. Not unheard of, as we are all individuals.”

“You said she is coming by this evening?”

“Strike while the iron is hot.”

“True. Are your paperwork and finances all placed behind various firewalls?”

“Near DoD standards.”

“It’s a grey area of the law, and she is risking more than you in having this.”

“Recommendations?”

“Go with the flow and enjoy your youth. You’re smarter than anyone trying to run a scam and connected enough to jeopardize them.”

“I had thought the same thing, but a smart man never acts as his own attorney.”

“A smart attorney allows the client to pick up the check.”

“You know I already had.”

“Yes, I have to live on a government stipend and pay my taxes. You, on the other hand, get.” He left it hanging.

“Cry me a river, but you know you sleep safer tonight with the tools I provide in the government’s hands.”

“I do and thank you for that. Now I must be off. I have paperwork to sign, and then I’m home for dinner with my wife.”

“We all have our taskmasters.”

We stood and shook hands, and he winked. He gave a large smile and left.

I sat and waited for him to appear. I was not disappointed when Mr. White sat down across from me.

“Something amiss?”

“Coincidences for a horny lusty testosterone-filled man.”

“Something you felt you needed to discuss with your attorney?”

“The joys of making him my attorney and not your watcher.”

“I’ll take that as if you’re not worried, and neither is he, and let it rest.”

“I would prefer you disabled the cameras at my place for the rest of the evening until tomorrow morning.”

“We need...” I cut him off.

“Not in this case. I am certain you have done your background workups on any I come in contact with, and for this evening, you can live without.”

“We...” I cut him off again.

“I sold you the tools I invented and how to use them. I never said that was all they could do. We have an easy truce: I help you, and you help me. I don’t need help with this, and I know that if I did, my beloved uncle would have it already. Please don’t make me.” I left it at that.

“I will honor your request by reserve... ‘ I cut him off one more time.

“In the interest of national security, I fully understand your position and place.”

“She’s that hot?”

“What’s that old saying? Ah yes, I would not throw her out of bed for eating crackers in it.”

“It’s on you then; I’ll honor your request because you have articulated to my satisfaction. You know how to reach out if you have concerns. Where golden.” With that, he got up and took the time to shake my hand after I stood.

“Keep trying to peak and see all you want about me. It’s a game for our techs to keep you out.” He smiled, turned, and left.

After processing, the drinks needed to be released, so I went and did that, left via the back door, and then went down to my car. I stopped at the grocery store and then the Crazy Chicken place for takeout. I headed back, ate, and worked on cleaning the place and changing the sheets. Just after seven, I logged into my computer to assess if I had any inquiries. It was a calm night, so I looked off, sat in my study chair, and thought about Clarice, Sandy, and the three Amigos as I referenced them. Sandy was straight up. The only issue was why she had sent Clarice my way when our business relationship would suffer if I didn’t make my regular trips out there. Then, her sister was hurting, so she gave up a few dollars from me to help out her sister. It was just a sheer coincidence that I was on Clarice’s caseload, and she could piece it together.

I put that to bed and moved on to Clarice. She was taking a risk in doing this, and she had to be hurting from the betrayal of her trust. It was an edge to be with me even if I was emancipated, and it would likely cost her the career she if the district discovered it. The Judge didn’t think it would be a legal issue as I was an adult, but the school district was another story. I had read that people who have sexual trust destroyed are open to being more on the bounce back to prove that they are desirable and can do more than they have before. Her calling me, Sir, and doing as I wanted to tell me she had some seated issues and how deep the case of them was, would be up in the air. I knew I was not going to reject her; hell, even thinking with my dick would not let me do that. She was smoking hot, and why her old boyfriend cheated? Who knew? I also really didn’t care as it put her in my hands.

I shifted to the three Amigos and wondered what perceived Lesbians would want from me. That was obvious from our exchange; the only question was what they wanted. Without much more to go on, I was at a loss. A light tapping at the door broke my train of thought. I looked at my Apple watch, and it was seven-fifty. I smiled as I walked the short distance to the door; I opened it to find Clarice in a blue summer dress. I opened the door, stood back, and held my arms wide. She walked into the room and right into my arms. I pushed the door closed and embraced her tightly. She stood there, her head on my shoulder, and shivered. I ran my hands up and down her back and found no trace of a bra.

“Anxious to be here?”

“I have been in the garage for half an hour. I couldn’t wait another minute.”

“I’m as anxious to have you as it appears you are for me too.”

“God, I am such a slut, but ever since this afternoon in my office, I’ve wanted you.”

“I told you that I wanted you as a slut and that you’re feeling that makes this all the more for both of us.” I eased her back, reached down, lifted her dress, and ran my hand up her leg. She shifted and stood her legs a little wider as I found a thigh and ran my hand to her snatch. She was wide open and wet as I touched her pussy and used my thumb to make contact with her clitoris. I used my thumb to move it side up and down as she sighed. I took two fingers and ran them across her wet opening from side to side. “I’ll give you all night to stop that,” she said as she began to breathe hard. “Over the couch or on the table. I’m not waiting a moment more to fuck you.”

“Table,” she said in a hoarse voice.

I moved my hand down and lifted the hem of her dress, used my body to help her back to the table. Then lifted her by her ass and put her on the table, put her legs on my chest, her feet in her CFM heels on my shoulders, and pushed her dress up. I reached down and lowered my pants, my cock was hard and ready, leaking a bit. She took my cock and lined it to her pussy, and I pushed in.

She was as hot as a fire and dripping wet simultaneously. I pushed and pulled two times before I was fully seated, my balls hitting her ass.

“Fuck me “ was all she said, and that was precisely what I started. I held her hips, and I pounded her with deep, long strokes as she began to toss her head from side to side.

“You want me to own this pussy?” I said as I was pounding her. Her calling me Sir had that crossing my mind.

“God, yes, fuck it like you own it; it’s all yours. Take it, use it. Make me cum.” As she finished that, her body began to shake, and she whimpered as she came on my cock.

It appeared she was not a screamer as her sister Sandy liked to be when we were together. She took a deep breath as I slowed and put it to her in deep strokes. Her face looked at me, and our eyes locked.

“How do you know how to use my body like you do?”

“Maybe your sister told me.”

“Ha, not what she did; it’s better that she taught you so well. Now, fuck me so you cum in me. I want to feel your seed deep in my pussy.”

“At your service, mam.” I started to focus on fucking her hard and long as she looked at me. Before long, her body was betraying her again, and he head turned side to side as she whimpered through another cum. I looked down at her pussy, and the red hair from earlier was still there. We would take care of that in bed later. Sandy has a shaved pussy, and I had learned to like that.

“Thinking of how you fuck my sister?” She looked at me and giggled.

“I was thinking of how much you will enjoy the shaving and how wild you would be later this evening.”

“Oh, you like the little girl look; well, I’m grown and need your cum in me.” She lifted her ass as I was fucking her. “Get that cum in me now.” I grabbed her hips, leaned over her tilting her hips back, and pounded to cum. It was a few minutes and another head-turning whimper before I pushed deep and shot into her.

“God, Yes. Cum in me. Claim me.” I stood straighter and held her hips as I shot blast after blast into her.

She started to cry then, and I pulled out and helped her up and back into my arms. “Why was I not good enough to keep him?”

“Some men are fools and never appreciate what they have until it is gone.”

“I’m not near done with you tonight,” she said through sniffles. I pulld back and out and she was off the table.

She pushed me back to my chair, and I sat down. She was on her knees then, and my soft cock was in her hand and then her mouth. She stopped and then looked at me. “We taste good together.” She stood up and pressed her lips to mine, and we swapped tongues.

“We do indeed.”

She reached down and stroked my cock back to hard as we continued our tongue battle. When we slowed, she pulled back and said. “I so want you to eat my pussy and shave me bare. I’m all yours, but now you told me that you would have my ass. I did an enema earlier and used the lube you told me to bring. It’s greased and ready, and you’re standing tall again. She turned around. She lifted her dress and then sat on my lap.

“Put it in.”

I reached down and held my cock steady and tried to point it at where I thought her asshole was. She moved her hips and eventually felt the tip of my cock at her hole, then started her way down, and I thought it tapped her.

“I’ve had anal before but didn’t like it much. Then, why was I using the enema and the lube. I got turned on that I was making it ready for you. Now, I want to see if you can make me crave it as much as I do you cumming in my pussy already.”

I let her set the pace, and she pushed her way down, stopping two times to get comfortable. She held me there once I was fully seated in her tight chute. “I read that you need to allow it to open you fully and that it is best to seat it deep and wait. “The pain is subsiding now, and they also said there are more nerve-ending in my ass than in my pussy.” She started to wiggle her ass back and around as she was taking deep breaths. Slowly she began to lift her ass and push down again.

“This feels better than I remember it.”

“Feels great to me, too.” I flexed my cock and lifted my ass on her down stroke. “Set your pace now so you’re ready when we do it again.”

Clarice set her pace and then began to rotate her ass around to add to the feeling of my cock in her. She stopped, took my cock out and then put her feet on the outside of my hips on the chair, and then got back to fucking me. I watched as her face would cringe and then grin as the different sensations of fucking me washed across her.

“Gawd,” she cried out as she pushed herself down and then rotated her ass around and put her head on my shoulder and bit me. “Oh my Gawd, I bit you” she cried out as the orgasm she was having washed deeper over her. “Put me on the floor and fuck my ass.”

She was up and on her back, laying on the floor, holding her legs back to tilt her ass for me. I lined up and sunk in and started to fuck her ass.

“Harder, deeper, take it, take it, make me cum again.”

I fucked her on the floor until I got to that point, she had cum two times again and was building to another as I pushed hard and deep. Sandy loved to have her ass pounded and taught me how to use my hips to rotate in her ass to add more stimulation. Her sister is now getting benefit from that training. “This is how your sister taught me to fuck a whore’s ass. It works well with my slut too.” I said with a harried voice as I was getting close to cumming in that ass.

“Take my ass you, Bastard. Own it. Make me yours.”

I took hold of a handful of her hair, twisted her head to mine, and looked her dead in her eyes as I came in her. “I own every hole slut, and now I own you. There are no others for you until I allow it.” I don’t know where that idea came to me from, but it resonated in her mind as she was cumming when I filled her ass.

“You want to own me?” She questioned after she had calmed down and I had pulled myself out.

“I don’t know where that idea came from, but the words just popped into my mind and mouth.”

“So, you don’t want to?”

“I’m a young male with a hot older woman that is my slut. Of course, I want to own you and that hot bod of yours.”

“It’s all just sexual ownership?”