Chapter 7

For the next week, things were quiet, which I should have known was a sign. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t even consider it for a second. I just relaxed and, for a few days at least, pretended I was a teenager.

Next Step was progressing, and by the end of the week, they’d started building, which was great but didn’t give us a lot to do. Work was almost on autopilot, with a lot of the staff taking off for Christmas, MilTech was dealing with everything on their Navy contract, with only minimal input from us on the technical specs for the desalination system. Even the plant being built in Papua, New Guinea, was progressing without any hiccups.

I’d checked in with Damion once, which was not easy, as we didn’t want to compromise him, but he didn’t have anything for us. I’d made sure he knew that any snooping he did for us, I didn’t want him to put himself in any danger, so it was taking time. The Judge had done his part and, unless the syndicate came back to him for something, there wasn’t much he could do for us.

So, early Friday evening found me curled up on the couch with Tami, reading a book. Something I hadn’t done since recuperating from the gunshot last year. Tami had fallen asleep at some point. I was starting to drift off myself, enjoying the moment, when my cell phone started to ring. I was a little surprised, since we generally didn’t use our cell phones that much. It wasn’t so much because the cost per minute for them was high, since all the girls agreed I made enough money and they were happy to spend it, but more out of habit. I almost always called the house, and they generally called the house, or my office, if they needed something.

I, however, didn’t bother looking at caller ID on the screen, since the only people who had the number were members of our family or a couple of people at work. We hadn’t really mentioned it to anyone at the school since we were noticeable enough without flaunting money around, too.

All that came together to pull me quickly out of my relaxing Friday afternoon, when a voice I didn’t recognize responded to my ‘hello.’

“Is this Caspian Grey?”

I froze in place, hearing the voice, but said: “Who is this?”

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Mr. Grey, my name is Frances Keen. I would like to meet with you soon, about a possible donation to your charitable foundation.”

Her voice sounded like the classic ‘rich person’ voice, stereotyped in movies and television, with careful pronunciation and diction as she spoke. She didn’t sound young, but I didn’t have enough experience hobnobbing with blue bloods to have any guess of age other than a very subjective ‘old.’

“How did you get this number?” I asked, still more concerned how someone I didn’t know managed to call me than with anything this woman had to offer.

“A friend of yours, named Megan, gave it to me.”

“You know Megan?”

“My granddaughter goes, or rather went, to college with Ms. Beck. She suggested you might be of some help with a problem I have, and indicated you are involved in some way with a charitable organization that could use donations.”

“What kind of problem?”

“I believe this is a conversation that would be better to have, person to person, Mr. Grey. I understand you have some kind of an office there in town. Would you be available to meet in the morning? I can be in your town by, say, ten AM.”

I gave it all of two seconds thought; but, as my interest was piqued, I said, “Uhh, yeah. I’m free, and I can meet you at ten. The address is...”

“I have the address. I will see you then, Mr. Grey. Goodbye.”

With that, she hung up abruptly.

“That was weird,” I said out-loud to no one in particular.

“Whuzat?” Tami said groggily.

“Nothing, baby,” I said, slipping out from underneath her and gently setting her head down on the corner cushion I’d been sitting next to, “just a weird phone call. Go back to sleep.”

I leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek, getting a sleepy “mmmm” in response, as she curled into a ball and drifted off to sleep. Slipping out of the room, I headed for the kitchen. I found Jawarski with her feet kicked up on another chair, drinking coffee and reading an issue of Cosmo magazine of all things.

“Cosmo?” I asked, looking at the unexpected magazine.

“Mind your own business,” she said with a glare. “Did you want something?”

Since she’d come on board with Carter and declared herself in charge of my personal security, it seemed she was always around. I didn’t mind, really. While it meant getting sneered at and called an idiot on a regular basis, she meant well, and it wasn’t her fault that she hated me.

Alex had begun to test anti-me treatments that were supposed to counter the effects of my presence on the genetically negative people. As far as I was concerned, it didn’t seem to make her disposition to me any better, but Alex assured me that it was working. She made a good point that continued exposure seemed to make the condition progressively worse. Margaret had been a good example of that, and while Jawarski hadn’t become suddenly nice to me, she also hadn’t gone full psycho on me, yet. So there was that.

“Yeah, something weird just happened. A lady I’ve never met named Frances Keen called me on my cell phone, knew a whole lot about me, and asked for a meeting at my office tomorrow morning.”

“She called you on your cell? Aren’t those numbers unlisted?”

“That’s what I thought. She said something about getting my name from Megan, who apparently goes to school with the woman’s granddaughter. She said she wouldn’t tell me what she wanted to talk about, that she wanted to do it face to face. I was about to call Megan, and ask her what this was all about, but I thought you’d want to know.”

“I’m glad you finally did something smart. I want to hear the call with Megan, but let me make a call first.”

She grabbed wall mounted phone and dialed a number.

“Hey, a woman named Frances Keen called Cas on his cell and asked for a meeting. I ... yeah, that’s what I said. Apparently, she got the number from one of his little friends. We’re going to look into it on this end, but could you work up a background on this Keen woman? I don’t want Cas walking into the meeting without us giving her the once over. Okay, thanks, Carter.”

She hung up and turned to me, “Okay, let’s call your little friend.”

Calling Megan my ‘little friend’ was a little insulting to her, and felt like it was insulting to me, but I let it pass. I’d given up on trying to keep Jawarski from dropping casual insults. Instead, I hit the speaker button on the phone and called Megan’s dorm.

“Hello?” said a voice I didn’t recognize,

“Hi, is Megan there?”

“She should be back in a sec. Who’s this?”

“Caspian.”

“The great Caspian Grey?”

“Huh?” I asked. “I mean, that is my name. Well, not the great part, but the rest of it.”

“So what’s your deal? From hearing her talk, you’re like, Einstein crossed with Superman.”

“I’m neither of those.”

“Come on. You’re in high school, right? Like a freshman or something at her old school? Why is she ... heeey.”

That last was said faintly from the background, her voice quickly fading out.

“Sorry about that,” Megan’s voice said, cutting in, “We’ve been planning on muzzling Darci, but haven’t found one that can keep her fat trap shut yet.”

I heard what was probably a raspberry being blown at her in the background.

“It’s fine. Although when you come back next week for Christmas, I wanna hear what you’ve been telling people about me.”

“Cas, I haven’t said...”

“I know. I’m teasing you. Listen, the reason I’m calling is ‘cause I got this weird call from a woman named Frances Keen, who said she got my cell number from you.”

“Ohh, yeah. I was planning on calling you today and telling you about that. I’m in some classes with her granddaughter, and I’m kinda friends with her, or I was. She disappeared off campus, and her grandmother showed up last week, interrogating me about what she’d been doing. She seemed nice at first, and really concerned, and so I talked to her a while. She said Celia had gotten involved in some kind of designer drug, and become a train wreck. This was, apparently, a relapse, and they’d tried everything, and nothing has worked, and she was terrified that Celia was going to OD in a gutter, somewhere. I don’t know why I did it, but I said I had a friend who could probably fix Celia, thinking about the blood mixing and how it keeps drugs from taking effect.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said.

“I know. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized it was a mistake. But Celia was nice enough when she was sober. I never even saw her high, at least I don’t think I did. And her grandmother was really upset, you know. She asked for your name and information about you, how to get hold of you. I tried to tell it was a stupid idea or that I at least needed to talk to you about it, but she became really insistent. When I still wouldn’t say, she started making threats and, I didn’t know what to do, and...”

The entire explanation came out in a rush, and her voice started to tremble as she spoke halfway through, until the words became unintelligible, coming out as higher pitched mumbles. It was weird actually. Megan had always been super confident and assured of herself, and I couldn’t remember ever hearing her cry.

“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. She just knows that I’m involved with a charity, that’s it. We’ll take care of it, from here.”

“Cas, I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t say anything like that again. You know I would never...”

“I know. It’s fine. Really. We haven’t talked in a while, how’s school?”

We spent the next ten minutes catching up, although she tried to apologize several more times. While I wasn’t thrilled she’d given my name out to someone who, from the sounds of it, was going to be a pain in the ass; it wasn’t even in the same league as some of the boneheaded stuff I’d pulled over the last year or so!

“You need to keep your groupies on a tighter leash,” Jawarski said when I hung up.

“That’s not fair. She screwed up, it happens. Tell me you’ve never let something slip or dropped the ball before? She realized she messed up as soon as she said it, and I don’t think we’re going to have to worry about her doing it again.”

Jawarski made a face, but I knew she wouldn’t yell at Megan. When I wasn’t around, she was apparently a really nice person. She just didn’t like to miss an opportunity to give me shit.

“Well, it’s still going to be a pain in the ass.”

“Probably. I assume you’re going to be at the meeting?”

“Yes. I’m also going to ask Jonathan to be there. From Megan’s description, the woman sounds like an entitled battleaxe, and might end up being a problem.”

“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.”

“Of course it isn’t, I had it. Now get lost. I need to look into this lady, and you annoy me.”

I rolled my eyes, turned, and walked out of the room to rejoin Tami on the couch. I couldn’t do anything about the woman until tomorrow, or at least until we found out more about her. And a nap with Tami sounded like just the thing to pass the evening.

I must have needed more rest then I thought because when a hand pushed on my shoulder, waking me up, the sun had gone down and the only light was coming from the hallway. Tami, was still asleep, her head resting on my stomach.

“Hey,” Zoe’s voice came from above me, “It’s still early, but how about you two move upstairs so Vicki, Emily and I can join you?”

“Where is everyone else?” I asked, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

While the house wasn’t small by any measure, we had so many people living here now that it was unusual for it to be so quiet before the middle of the night.

“Judy has some kind of Christmas performance thing for school, and Tina, Mom and Mrs. Hollabrand went to see her.”

“Aww, man. How did I miss that? I would’a gone and supported her if I’d known about it.”

“I don’t think she thought it was a big deal. It’s some class-wide performance thing, and she only mentioned it tonight. They decided to let you and Tami sleep.”

“Did they take...”

“One of Carter’s guys went with them. They’ll be fine.”

“Okay. I guess since I apparently have a meeting in the morning, let’s go ahead and call it a night. Hey,” I said, shaking Tami. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“When did it get dark?” Tami said sitting up.

“The normal time. You’re just being a bum today and sleeping all afternoon.”

“Don’t blame me. You’re always doing a million things. If I get the chance to curl up and sleep with you, I’m gonna take it.”

“That was our plan, too,” Vicki said, standing behind Zoe and giving Tami a smirk.

“Goodie,” she said, hopping up.

Laughing, I followed the girls up the stairs to our room.

“Hey, Tami, you know your sister is in some kind of school thing tonight, right?”

“Yeah, she told me yesterday, but she said she’s just in the background and didn’t care if anyone went. She said if it wasn’t required, she would’a bailed on it.”

I shrugged and headed into our room.

“Okay, so let’s get changed for bed, and do this cuddling thing,” I said.

“It’s so cute when he thinks he’s in charge,” Emily said coming around me, grabbing my ass for good measure as she passed.

“Sweetie,” Zoe said, as she and Emily each grabbed a hand and led me to the bed, “‘cuddle’ is a euphemism.”

With that, she pushed me down onto my back. I had barely hit the mattress when I felt my pants being tugged down. I couldn’t see what she was doing however, because Emily had pushed herself on my chest as soon as I was horizontal, leaning in to kiss me.

This was how the girls usually went about things when more than one of us got together at a time. One would keep me occupied, while the other, or others, would have their way with me. I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious strategy on their part or not, but they really liked being in control when we had sex. My two-cent pop psychology guess was because of the way the change affected them, it gave me the power in our relationship. This was a way for them to get it back.

Not that I minded, and not that the pattern ever got boring. One thing about being genetically bonded to four mates, for lack of a better word, was that variety was never in short supply.

The bed depressed behind me, and I could hear the sounds of Vicki and Tami kissing. Reaching back I found that Tami, who had notably smaller breasts than Vicki, had lost her shirt before joining us. I gave her a soft squeeze, flicking my thumb over the already erect nipple, receiving a moan in response, although if it was in response to something Vicki was doing or what I was doing, I didn’t know.

I was starting to have problems focusing, as Zoe’s warm mouth engulfed me and Emily started kissing me with more vigor. Giving Tami one last squeeze, I slipped my hands under Emily’s shirt, forcing her to back away so I could pull it off her. Using the superpower all women are born with, she reached behind her with one hand and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and letting her breasts bounce free.

Tossing it over a shoulder, she leaned back down, pushing her mouth against mine again, while my hands roamed over her skin. I got lost in her lips and felt myself start to tense up under Zoe’s machinations when a hand tugged on my shoulder.

“My turn,” Vicki said, getting a groan from Emily, whose ear I had been biting. “Tami’s got me worked up, and I need it now.”

Emily rolled off me, and Zoe stood up and stretched while I scooted up on the bed. Vicki wasted no time getting what she wanted.

“Uhhh, that’s the spot,” Vicki said in my ear as she seated herself on me and leaned forward, smashing her chest into mine.

For a moment I gave her my entire attention, rising my ass up in time with her bucking hips, getting an ‘oooff’ each time our pelvises mashed together. She hadn’t been lying when she said Tami had worked her up. I was already worked up from Emily and Zoe’s attention. After only a few minutes our pace was ramping up, the sound of flesh slapping into flesh becoming louder.

“Ahhh ... goodddd,” she grunted as she came, the words being cut off when she locked her teeth on my neck.

“Gaahhh,” I echoed, the surprise and slight pain pushing me over the edge right after her.

“Biting? Really?” I said as she rolled off me and pulled my arm under her head so she could lie on my shoulder.

“I got lost in the moment,” she said, a smirk in her voice.

“She can sleep, but you have more work to do, mister,” Zoe’s voice said from the other side of me. “Make room.”

Vicki made protesting noises but rolled off my arm, clearing room for Zoe to throw a leg over one side of my head and lowering herself into reach, hands pressed against the headboard for balance. My view was blocked, so I wasn’t sure who, but one of the other girls started working to get me ready to go again. I winced but didn’t complain at the contact with the still sensitive nerves, mostly because at the moment anything I would have said would have been muffled. Thankfully youthful resilience won out, and I was being mounted again in no time.