Chapter 7: Shiny Object

I did not realize how Ariel got bored listening to the bro-babble, teenagers have such short attention spans these days, and as a teenage female she spotted something shiny that was more interesting to attract and hold her attention. In fact, it was irresistible to a teenage girl.

MY PHONE!

It was active, more active than it looked. The security app was doing things in background. More things happened when it she touched the screen. Suddenly the earpiece chirped in my ear as the bluetooth connected. For somebody getting fucked like this the chirp was so out-of-place I did not realize what it was. I heard the phone speed dial, and the other phone rang. This seemed faster than a normal phone, even if the signal went up to space first. My husband’s modified voice answered.

“Evie? Is everything okay?”

Since the phone was on speaker my DP bros and Ariel all heard it as well as I did. Also, nearly silent chirps in my ear said pictures were going out, seemingly at random, with no announcement.

In most respects the phone looked and acted much like a normal cell phone of an obscure Korean brand. The custom phone form was a little bit boxy and thick, the case was replaced to fit the extra battery and a special board full of security features. That was trivial. The app made the phone a security/spy device. The hidden features like sending front and back pictures plus the background record-and-send audio had a stupid name and the only sign it was working was by blinking a single pixel on the screen - something that nobody noticed. The app was password protected. My earpiece was linked by bluetooth, but Ariel didn’t know that, and I had sort of forgotten.

Ariel was more surprised by an amazingly unnatural finding on the phone, while flipping throught the menues she saw I had only one contact listed, and it was without details except for the name “laNc” which she thought was some boring IT tech acronym. So without thought she just naturally started added another contact, “Ariel G,” including all her digits (home, work desk, #1 cell, #2 cell, bedroom) so we girl-buddies could keep in touch. She was being thoughtful. She was about to put down my phone when she realized that “laNc” was connected and talking.

I was in the middle of this brotherly DP fuck that I was just starting to get lost in when I suddenly heard the sound of a phone, and my husband’s modified-to-female voice. I jumped, which caught the attention of the guys. Ariel just stared at the phone trying to figure out what she had done. But she didn’t have a next move, because there was no “hang up” button to push.

“Evie? Is something wrong?” my husband asked again. He was anxious that I had not responded. Soon the pictures would come through. I heard him in my ear, and from the phone’s speaker as Ariel held it.

She looked guilty but had not panicked, talking on the phone was like breathing to her. It was like a constitutional right. So she talked. “Evie is kind of busy right now, who is this? By the way, I am Ariel, well, Ariel Gagne, but nobody calls me that. I guess my clumsy fingers hit the ‘call’ button by accident. My bad. Who am I talking to?”

“My name is Lance and I am Evie’s ... contact.” He sounded worried. “Why do you have Evie’s phone and why are you calling me? Is she alright? Was there an accident...”

“Sorry for the scare, my bad. No problemo, nothing like that, she is in bed an arm’s length from me. As I said she is busy right now, having fun with my two broth ... well, hmmm ... I really should say first that I am the bored teenage girl at the party who is irresistibly attracted to cell phones. You understand that, right? So we are cool? I guess I accidently ‘called’ you while she is ... doing something. Evie is fine ... really fine if you ask me ... cool ... but...”

I broke in before the babble flipped my husband out. “Lance? I’m fine. I did not mean for her to call you.” Actually that might have been the wrong thing to say, because with my physical activity I was panting like I was jogging.

Mick was close enough that he tried to check with me about Lance, speaking softly so he thought the phone didn’t hear it. He was wrong, it heard. “Lance? Isn’t that a guys name? But it sure sounds female. Lance knows ... right? I mean, what you do, doesn’t ... he or she? So nobody gets upset to know you are doing the nasty with two of us? I mean, really with both of us? The details?”

My earpiece microphone was very good, so ‘Lance’ heard it all like it was me talking. Lance and I both answered together.

I said, “Yes, Lance knows what I do as a side-hustle. This is my very enlightened manager who KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE.”

At the same time Lance said, “Yes I know what Evie does as a side-hustle. You don’t see a dog collar on her neck, do you? Her choice, she does not need permission from anybody. However, we try to avoid cavemen and their attitudes.”

After my first date with Roger we agreed to call this ‘my side-hustle’ when we talked about it. He also agreed to this pro-whore attitude, staying away from anything that might show a negative judgement. It was better than tying to come up with euphemisms on the fly when we might be overheard, like when one of us was on a cell phone in public. Right now all that casual planning seemed like a fortunate choice. I am so lucky to have him.

Ariel said, “Enlightened ... how cool.” She had ‘wonder’ in her voice. It was amazing how the tone carried both praise (for Lance) and condemnation (for her brothers) so easily. “Does this manager have a brother?” she asked me.

Based on the background sounds of the two guys and me, plus the pictures that my husband was now seeing, I guess there was no question about our activity. I really didn’t want to get into specifics, but the teenager still had my phone in her hand and like most teenagers, that meant conversation.

Mick replied with a sigh of relief. “Cool. You must be real enlightened. I have never had the chance to talk to her friend while I was enjoying a lovely lady in ... hmmm ... mid-hustle. I have to say she is fine. You sure you don’t mind Lance? I mean no offense, quite the opposite. Max respect, you are lucky person if this as your regular ... ah ... main ... squeeze? You sound female, is this your ... lady squeeze? Or are you business...”

My husband took a cool tone to chill Mick out. “It seems you have me at a disadvantage...”

“Sorry my ... man or woman, where are my manners...” Mick replied. “I am Michal Gagne who is enjoying ... well, you probably don’t want me to paint a picture. My brother Gabril is also ... Hmm ... side-hustling ... along with me ... uh ... hmm ... he’s in back.”

“Hello Lance, I am Gabril, it is very nice to sort of meet you,” Gabe called out.

The picture the phone sent was not aimed, Ariel was just holding it and the screen did not show where the cameras pointed. But she had it pointed at the bed because that is where we were, which meant the other camera was pointed at her young naked body. Lance (Tracy, my husband) knew generally what I was hired to do, but it took a moment for him to translate that “in back” thing, along with the unfamiliar sequence of noises, into the two-on-one operation. Then he spoke up. “I knew this job ticket was ... unusual. Do I understand that you have both Michal and Gabril ... inside ... together...?”

Mick replied. “Yeah, that is right, you broke the code. A regular old DP, not a roast or double vag or anything queer-kinky like that. I have to say, Evie here is the best ... maybe that doesn’t need to be said. But yes, we are both exercising with her together, and it is real good. Dad said she was sincere about enjoying good feelings and we both have to agree.”

He decided to clarify. “Right now? You are both ... while doing things with her phone? That seems a bit beyond...”

Mick jumped in. “Oh we would not do that intentionally. The one who dialed was my teenage sister Ariel, she wanted to watch, but with a teenager, that can mean anything. Evie was gracious and allowed watching and touching. I would apologize for her screwup, teenagers and phones you know ... but that is really her job, right sis?”

Ariel was still holding the phone and responded to that. “Again, uh Lance, I am so sorry, I did not mean to call you like this, especially at ... Ouch ... this hour of the night. What must you think of me? I am sure I will be sternly chastised by my father when I confess. A cell phone unattended ... I acted on teenage female impulse, I am sure I will richly deserve whatever punishment Dad decides is appropriate. I was just adding my digits to her phone ... Evie has been so nice to me ... just talking in the shower you understand ... I don’t ... I have never hustled, side or front or anything, female or male ... not yet. I know, I am 18 so that sounds lame. I really feel bad about this, especially at this hour ... and considering what is going on. You must think me a terrible young woman.” She would have gone on, teenage girls are like that, but my husband cut her off.

“Apology accepted, ‘young woman’ and ‘defenseless cell phone’ pretty much covers it. But as I think of it, we did not expect Evie’s ... hustle tonight would involve a crowd.”