Episode 190: S!RPLUS

Jesse Manley hurried to complete his last delivery of groceries for the day. His career was sort of all over the place making commission and receiving incredible tips for apps like Door Dash, Grub Hub, and grocery store chains under the new app of sHOP2it. He was one of the lucky ones who always managed to get the primo deliveries. Sometimes he wondered if his dad had anything to do with that.

It was nothing for Jesse to bring home four grand a week after taxes if he remained steady. His online rating score for punctuality was nearly spotless unless he took time off such as yesterday and the half a day today to run errands for his dad. Dropping off his final bags from Piggly Wiggly to a little old lady in her 80’s he even received a fresh butter cookie right out of the oven. His sweet demeanor always did find a reward in some fashion. Old folks loved his clean-cut look and pride in himself. Being a healthy young buck didn’t hurt. Dirty old ladies as much as men. Butter cookie to butter him up. Thanks Granny! But No thanks!

“Alright! Off the clock.” He signed out on his cell apps letting those businesses know he needed a break. “11:52! Let me text dad I’m headed to the Army Surplus store and see if he has any last-minute additions to rations and that cot for Nadine Moss.” A rapid-fire text toward his father who at the time was consoling Piper Cherry over her conscience before lunch break, he heard his cell and walked Piper to the door of their office and watched her wiggle away with her yellow leggings exposing nearly half of her ass, the front even livelier with her pubes standing tall over the rolled down waistband. Out of his hair he locked the door to his office intending to beat off in privacy. Going to his desk briefly he turned on his laptop surveillance connection and started to text when he had a bit of inspiration and stepped back to Piper’s desk to locate her stashed bra. From there he returned to his desk and just called his son. “Hey Pop! I’m going to the Surplus now.”

“So, I read! I was thinking more about Cadet Moss and her training. I want to set up a mini boot camp in our back yard. I made a list earlier I’ll email you shortly. I should be done doing what I need to do here by the time you reach the Surplus. So, drive on and I’ll be in touch. I have some shenanigans I’m watching on the cameras right now so if you get there just look around a bit and get the stuff you already know about.”

“Gotcha! You’re really into this military training. Nadine seems like she’s really inspired.”

“She doesn’t have what it takes to join the big leagues, but I’ll give her credit for trying. I’ll at least shape her up into a hard body and keep her around for your mom.”

“And your plaything. You can’t fool me Pop.”

“Your mother’s orders. She is the General’s daughter. Who am I to deny.” Carl grinned watching Piper Cherry standing in line at the serving counter talking to Zoey Harker. On another separate camera square, he watched art teacher Mimi Alexander using under arm deodorant from her purse to freshen up a bit, having missed a morning shower and wearing the same dress as yesterday. As a matter of fact, she was still wearing cum splatter from not just Kevin Fowler but his three neighborly clones. Carl had yet to hear the entire story, but he would catch up with Squeaky later for details. All he knew was that Fowler had blown his chance to be a real man and bend her completely to his will. Pansy as Mimi called him when they got to work late.

“You know I’m cool with all this Pop. If mom wants you to be happy doing this with her caregiver, then I’ll fall in line. Who are you watching? Tawny isn’t acting stupid, is she?”

“In the gym practicing with her squad. Nothing too risqué. Has her clothes on at least.”

“I messaged her earlier that I wanted her to go house hunting with me. I found a few online I want to at least drive by and check out the neighborhood. I also called that Jackie Vines at the realtors, but she was out of the office showing homes. Waiting on her callback.”

“Good! Just let me look too and make suggestions. I want you set up for life son.”

“Thanks! I’m about two miles from the Surplus, I’ll let you go.”

“Look for the email shortly.”

“Yep! Later Pop!” No goodbye just a click Carl Manley unzipped his fly, pulled out Sarge and began stroking with vigor. Piper Cherry had joined a table of Nerd Herder’s and was being pawed up. It took Carl no time at all to nut inside Piper’s bra cup and use it to wipe himself off. Chuckling over it he took a stir stick from his coffee mug and left it inside her cup of jHO and put the bra back where he found it. His dick still fierce and proud saluted his office in moving about. He left it out even as he found inspiration to jam out to the band Meat Loaf over the PA system due to what the cafeteria was serving on the menu. Feeling generous he scheduled two servings of Meat Loaf songs in a row.

Firing off that email checklist Carl perused the camera feeds further to find Mavis Hale on her desk masturbating, her third climax just since Angus Furlong had left her. While Carl could not see her inner thighs at the angle she sat, he still enjoyed seeing the Viking Bitch and her battle cries. “Nice legs Hale!” Carl beat off a second time. Between watching Mavis fingering herself with violent insertions and Josie McKellen bent over her desk getting hammered by her basketball boys, Carl was cutting loose. Long overdue in his opinion. Finding Piper on top of the cafeteria table dancing naked to Paradise By the Dashboard Light he shook his head. Minutes later she was on her back with Nerd Herder’s devouring her flesh. “Now that’s more like it, Counsellor. Stop holding back and give it your all.”

Moving along while using Kleenex to clean his drooling pecker Carl noticed Mimi missing. Searching for her he found her walking across the school yard. Her original destination was Frankfurthers food truck, but she saw the police car out front and some girl leaning into the passenger side window. “Who the hell is that? Dakota McKellen’s been breaking the dress code wearing dresses that’s probably her. No! Jesus she’s naked on Furlong’s back giving him a massage. She’s definitely her mother’s daughter. So, if that’s not Dakota, who is it? Sweet ass on her I’ll give her that. Mimi is breaking it up.”

Zooming in on the camera feed Carl is taken back by who the guilty party was inside the car. “Is that Andrea Beckett? She is best friends with Dakota, McKellen must have suckered her into going against my rules of dress code. Not that I give a shit, but this rebellion is only going to spread. Piper’s right, I just need to suspend the dress code entirely. Watchtower would sure be happy I finally did that.” He looks up at his office camera to see lights switching colors on it. “Yeah! Yeah! I hope you fuckers liked watching me shoot my load into Piper’s bra.”

He didn’t care about himself being observed, what bothered him most about his job was the younger students exposed to shit. With Josie and Piper fucking a few of those far too young, even though it bothered them just as much, it was getting out of hand. Saying much however was going to put him at odds with the Watchtower Elite. Money shut him down every time. They had been patient with him this last year or so, with Margaret needing the very best of care fighting cancer. Thankful yes, but in the end, he had sold his soul. “What the hell? Mimi took Andrea’s place. Student uprising going to her aid it looks like.” Zipping up he prepared to head outside when his cell rang. Presuming it to be Jesse, he answered it blindly.

“We have it taken care of Manley. Potter and Bannon will be scolded. Remain indoors and deal with things as they arrive.”

“You know this looks bad.”

“It always does. You might not be aware of this, but Miss Alexander is fond of Potter. Since their arrest this past weekend we’ve monitored Potter and he certainly has plans for her.”

“Mimi is off limits.”

“She is not.” Another Watchtower member interrupted them. “Let Miss Alexander mature. You may continue your own set of training but do not persuade her to stop what others instigate. Is that clear Manley?”

“Not happy but yes!”

“Ms. Hale is coming along nicely. You need to have her camera repositioned to the back of the class.”

“I’ll get right on that.” Carl saw a shadow run by his office door and watched his cameras to witness Kevin Fowler running for the police car. “This can’t go well.”

“Let him make a fool of himself. Fowler is nothing more than comic relief. That video he sent you, yes, we are aware, was humorous. His petty attempt at dominance is laughable.”

“Agreed! I’m trying to build his confidence. He and Mimi...”

“Will never be a couple. We will not allow her to be hindered by his weakness. You can toy with he and she all you want but, in the end, it will only be sex.”

“Like I said, Mimi is under my protection.”

“They are all under ours, lest you forget. Our chessboard Manley!”

“Pawns! The craziness is over. Let me get out by the doors to greet them. I’ll do damage control.”

“Young Miss McKellen is defying your rules. Miss Beckett now it seems.”

“I see that.”

“Do not punish them.”

“Hadn’t planned on it. I’ll put up a notice removing the dress code by morning. Let her have her victory.”

“Very good Manley. Oh! And Pajama Day is a wonderful idea.”

“Cherry’s suggestion.”

“Implement more such themed events. Encourage not simply variety but spontaneity.”

“I’ll get there.”

“You may leave your office now.” No further Watchtower communication, Carl hung up and headed for the exits.

“Looks like this is the year those bastards win. I can’t stop what they expect. Let’s just hope the younger students don’t suffer for our mistakes. Sick fuckers!” It was a good thing Watchtower could not read minds.

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“Man, I used to love coming in here with dad and looking at all of the gear he grew up around.” Jesse Manley entered the store with an entry quote saying BOOYAH! He had to laugh at the call sign to be aware of friendly fire. Nobody was in the store but him at the moment other than two employees. One of them a buff man in fatigues behind the counter. Uniform policy for the workers was a sign of respect. Yeah, a dress code even here behind the lines. Out in the store itself he noted a female worker that looked mighty fine from behind. “Damn! I didn’t know the Army had such hotties. Older but daaamn! Early 30’s maybe!” He explored while the male employee was absorbed with his phone. Navigating the aisles Jesse just couldn’t resist the redhead. Tawny Martin with height he thought, the woman was roughly 5’8 compared to Tawny’s 5’4. Hair pinned back she had a really sweet neckline. “Man alive, I’d kiss that neck all night long.”

As if sensing her would be stalker the woman turned toward him and without expression spoke up, “Can I help you find anything Sir?”

“Hey! My dad sent me on a supply run. I’m looking to buy a military issue cot, rations for a month, and ... hold that thought.” He pulled out his cell to search for his dad’s email. Opening it he lifted a brow to read his list. “Uhh? This stuff.” He laughed and moved closer to share his screen. Reading the lengthy list, she too posed a brow.

“Is your father making his own boot camp?”

“Well, he was a drill sergeant for years when I was a boy. He was based up in Knoxville, Kentucky.”

“Really? So was I. What was his name?”

“Carl Manley.”

“Nooo! He trained me. The Sarge ... kept me on my toes.” She grinned with a hint of hiding something. “Staff Sergeant Twyla Parris. Definitely tell him I did this.” She stood up with perfect posture and saluted with dignity. In response Jesse repeated her form to perfection as taught by his dad.

“At ease Soldier.” He chuckled. “So, how did you end up here in Nashville?” She resumed normalcy.

“I’m from Nashville originally. I spent two tours overseas and decided to call it quits. My dad had cancer and passed away, so I decided my mom needed me here.”

“Oh, man! That hits close to home, my mom has stage 3 cancer now.”

“General Becker’s daughter? So, sad! I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Jesse! Nice to meet you, Twyla.” Her chest was incredible, and Jesse slipped in his respect. Noticing him she smirked.

“Just like your dad.”

“Oh, yeah? Roving eye?”

“Something like that. What does the Sarge do these days? Besides building boot camps.”

“High School Principal at Horton-Dexter. Still tough as nails.”

“He made me tough I’ll give him that. I struggled in the beginning. I enlisted right out of high school a scrawny thing with no future. He had me running twenty-mile trails carrying half of my body weight. Not fun in the beginning but I toned up fast. Ever since then I’ve kept up in the gym and running. Can’t live without it now.”

“You certainly look fit.” Again, he looked her over from head to toe.

“Tip her!” The male employee ventured over out of boredom. “I do every damned night. Twyla takes my money and runs.”

“I earn it Chaz!”

“Never said you didn’t Foxtrot!” He chuckled. “You know this gal?”

“Just met! She knows my dad though.” Jesse confirmed.

“The Sarge kicked my ass in boot camp.” Twyla sighed.

“That the guy who used to slap your ass too?” Chaz was a bit too revealing. “Shit! Sorry!”

“Do tell.” Jesse brightened up. “If you don’t my dad will. We’re tight like that.”

“Thanks Chaz!” She shook her head. “I’ll respect the Sarge if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll just go back to the front counter and Booyah my hoo.” Charles Ethan Arbuckle saluted her and turned boot heel and walked away. Once Twyla waited until he was back out of earshot, she looked at Jesse with a tedious guilty grin. Jesse wagging his cell in front of her showing off his dad’s phone number ready to call it broke rank.

“Fine! Just don’t get me into trouble. Not with your mom as sick as she is.”