Quaranteam
Copyright© 2026 by CorruptingPower
Chapter 21
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21 - When a global pandemic begins to wipe out all the men on the planet, a C-list fantasy author stumbles into a government research program designed to help keep men alive by partnering them up with as many women as possible.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Mult Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Squirting Politics
November 3rd, 2020
When Phil showed up, he looked crestfallen. Andy’s first impression was that his friend had bad news for him, but he wasn’t sure how bad of news, because Phil looked bleaker than Andy could ever remember seeing him. It was either Phil winding him up for some epic prank, or the kind of horrible news like he couldn’t possible even imagine.
“Jesus, Phil, you look like shit,” Aisling said to him. Andy was glad that it wasn’t just him who was rattled by his friend’s appearance.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” he grumbled. Phil had bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. He gave Charlotte a soft smile, his weary face growing kind for a moment. “Heya, Doc. I hear you’re going to be happier with me, so I hope you don’t end up regretting that.”
“Thank you for agreeing to take me in, Dr. Marcos,” Charlotte said to him as he walked up to the porch. “Andy’s a sweetheart, but I’m simply not attracted to white men. You, on the other hand,” she said, moving to wrap her arms around him. “I’m going to take you home and gobble you up whole.”
Phil laughed a little bit at that, leaning down to kiss Charlotte, only for a moment, and clearly not for as long as she would have wanted. “I need to talk to Andy for a little bit first. I’ll be back in just a little bit.”
Now Andy was beginning to get very worried. It wasn’t a prank. It was damning bad news of the worst sort. He was starting to wonder if one of their mutual friends had died and he just hasn’t heard about it yet. “What’s going on, Phil?” he asked him.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Phil said to Andy as Charlotte pulled away from him, starting to load her things into the car.
“Yeah, okay.”
The two men started walking along the side of the house, heading towards the back, when Phil suddenly said “You got a private place we can talk for a bit? Some place where nobody will find us?”
“Sure,” Andy said, as he led Phil into the house.
One of the places that Andy had discovered and kept to himself about the house was that there was a private study with a small balcony. The study was concealed behind a bookcase that popped out to reveal a secret passageway. He hadn’t told any of the girls about it yet, simply because it was something he’d discovered on his own and found it a nice little getaway. He’d only used it once or twice, and never for more than a few minutes, but for the time being it was still his private space. He’d tell the girls about it soon enough, although he was tempted to let them just discover the space like he had.
The study had a couch, two chairs and a desk, and the balcony was concealed from the ground level, so that if you didn’t know it was there, it would be completely overlooked. On the desk when he’d found it was a simple bottle of incredibly expensive whiskey, two crystal glasses and a note that read “good luck” on it. He still wasn’t sure who’d left him the bottle or the note. He didn’t recognize the handwriting, and he asked Nicolette about it, and she hadn’t known either, although she had known about the presence of the room. She’d been the first to arrive at the house, a day before Katie and Jenny, and three days before Andy had showed up. She’d agreed to keep the room secret for the time being, just to give him a little hideaway.
“We going to need a drink for this?” Andy asked him.
“Yeah, and don’t be skimping on the pour.”
Andy poured a large glass of the whiskey for Phil, and a smaller glass for himself, holding out the small one to Phil, but his friend reached over and took the lesser glass instead. “You’re going to need the bigger one.”
“I don’t drink that much, Phil.”
“Trust me on this.”
“Okay. Phil, now you’re scaring me. What the hell is going on?”
“So let me give you the good news first, so you know that there’s something to hold onto,” Phil said with a sigh. “They’re pretty sure they’ve developed another vaccine, one that can be transported cheaply and is going into mass production, unlike the one you and I have been getting for some time delivered second hand from our partners.” Phil shrugged a little. “It’s progress, I guess. We’ll be getting shots of that vaccine too, and as long as the population goes and gets vaccinated, the quarantine will start to slowly get lifted in about three- or four-months’ time. At this point, Congress is so desperate to keep people alive that they’re going to do anything they can think of, what’s left of Congress, anyway.”
“That’s great news, Phil! So why are you so glum?”
“They’re going to announce that vaccine next week, and people should start getting shots in about a month, but with that news, they’re going to also release the death tolls, the actual death tolls ... and it’s very, very bad.”
“Like, how bad, Phil?”
Phil lifted the glass and drank all the whiskey. He waited for what felt like an hour before he spoke again. “Three million women dead. Eighty million men dead.”
Andy poured Phil another glass worth because he didn’t even know what to say to that. He could feel his jaw wanting to drop to the floor. “That’s ... that’s over half the men in America dead. How the hell have they been keeping all this quiet?”
“Lots of suppression at the hospitals, of the media. Anything they can do to prevent a panic. Shit, I know I’d panic. I am panicking. Fuck, I panic each and every day. I mean, fuck, we’re having to do mass cremations just to prevent the whole fucking system from collapsing. Too many people refused the first vaccine and those people each became a Typhoid Mary, infecting thousands of others. Hell, like a third of Congress is dead, although let’s be honest, we won’t miss most of the fuckers who died there from their own fucking stupidity. Teach them to say the whole goddamn thing will just disappear one day. Fucking morons.”
Phil was clearly getting angry about the whole thing, not that Andy could blame him. Phil had had a front row seat to all of the political backseating that had gone on for months now, hearing all the mistakes people had been making in the reactions to the virus, and Andy suspected it had been eating away at him. For months now Phil’s temper had grown shorter and shorter and wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Hell, Andy was certain Phil wasn’t supposed to be telling him any of this, but his friend had clearly boiled over and just couldn’t bottle it in anymore.
Before Andy could say anything, Phil continued. “Why couldn’t they just do their fucking jobs, just fucking tell people to stay the fuck at home, and we could’ve weathered this whole thing with only a couple of thousand people dead instead of this SHIT!”
Andy was half afraid Phil was going to throw the glass to the ground.
“Is it ... is it this bad around the world?”
Phil shook his head. “Lots of places took this threat more fucking seriously!” he shouted loud enough that he was sure people in the house could hear him, although he doubted they could make out what he’d said. “They hunkered down, bubbled up and took the advice of their fucking doctors! Doctors know more about medicine than braindead politicians! So, in the parts of the world not run by fucking morons, we might be looking at countries losing only about five to ten percent of their male population, although there are a few outliers. India has numbers like ours, UK’s got about half our losses per capita, maybe more, and China, well, nobody fucking knows what’s going on in China, but the working theory is they’re about as fucked as we are, if not even more so. Nobody will fucking tell us anything, though. The phone keeps ringing and ringing at their embassy but nobody’s answering, so that’s fucking scary as shit...”
Andy took a deep pull off his whiskey. “Goddamn, who’s going to recognize this fucking country once we’re on the other side of this? Hell, how does this fucking planet go on from this?”
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