Episode 374: TECH SAVVY

The rain had finally stopped in Nashville. The sun tentatively returning made life so much better. Especially for driving. Not that traffic was too congested yet, mostly business vehicles and local transportation.

“It’s been a good long while since we’ve been to old downtown.”

“Since you have been downtown.” Brooke Banfield in the passenger seat of her father’s SUV corrected him. “You and mom never let us leave the house. This is all new to me.”

“You were just allowed to use your mother’s Lexus and go for fast food. Close to home, I get it! I understand more than you girls might think. Now that... “ He paused to lift his cellphone in traffic as a message written in text told him, “All good! Speak freely.”

“ ... we have our pet hacker in our corner I’ll grant the two of you more freedom. All I ask is that you both be careful. Since neither of you are no longer virgins, you cannot risk getting pregnant by accident. Your mother would crucify me if she knew what we’ve done. Your grandfather would ruin our lives far more than he already has.”

“Once we get to where we’re going, we won’t have to hide our piercings. Snoopy arranged for this Ernie guy to cover our tracks.”

“His tracks!”

“You left tracks on your daughter’s too.” A text made Harry sneer at his phone as if mocking it. “Just saying! I can’t take the blame for everything.”

“Of course not! As worried as I am I know you have me and the girls’ best interests at heart, or you would not be risking your life to protect us. Thank you, Frederick.”

“Thank you for having faith in me, Harry. GPS says you’re three blocks away from Hayseeds. Ernie’s boss left for the day, so he won’t be any bother.”

“He does tattoos too.” Paisley in the back seat smirked. “Can we get matching tattoos?”

“Your mother would murder me. No! Piercings can be removed if necessary. Tattoos not so easily.”

“We should get fake tattoos then just to annoy mom into thinking they’re real.”

“I said no.” His onboard GPS speaking up led him to the parking lot three spots down from the age-old brick building where Hayseed’s rented. “It’s not very busy down here today due to the rain. Less eyes to visually see us.” Although, they did witness a young ebony girl loading her car with a bulky bird costume, boxes of shirts already filling her trunk. Yes, Odessa Bradley was good on her word in redesigning Bad Bird the mascot for the Horton-Dexter Swallows. On her way to deliver the goods she closed shop and got into her vehicle.

“Cameras do see you, Harry. Every stoplight you went through had one. A few local establishments have them as security. Hayseed’s is not one of them. Whatever happens indoors can only be based on what a cellphone might pick up. That’s why I told you to leave your phones at home.”

“The girls did. I need mine to call Madison later. I’ll inform her we stepped out today and that I agreed to get their ears pierced. Late birthday presents!”

“How do you plan to explain the pussy bling?”

“You tell me, Mastermind. Will this get your pal Ernie in trouble?”

“You have to sign a release form. You take the heat. Just tell Madison you let the girls get to you about growing up and making their own decisions. Now that you’ve stepped it up so to speak, you have the power to make moves on your own.”

“You’re, right! I’ll stand up to her over it.” Big Daddy turned to his daughters. “Tell your grandfather when he visits that you want matching tattoos. I’m willing to bet he allows it just to get your mother’s goat. Tasteful tattoos, is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Two of a kind!

Parking, Harry looked around him and spotted activity across the street. Using his mirror only he watched the stunning Jasmine Stinwicky in of all things a skimpy yoga outfit greet the mailman out on the street. Sadly, before the mailman could park up front a speeding car did the unthinkable and hit a standing puddle of water that splashed a full-on waterfall right over her. The shock had her flipping them off. Not that the mailman objected. He and she inevitably laughed over the assault.

Rubbing his goatee Harry sighed. “I bet she’s a maniac, maniac on the floor.” A Flashdance reference! More Splashdance! Chuckling to himself he shut the engine off. “Girl’s? Why don’t you go on in and meet this, Ernie. I think I’m going to go see what that hobby store has to offer. Frederick? Keep me abreast while I’m gone.”

“Will do, Daddio!”

Abandoning the SUV the girls giddily skipped from the lot toward Hayseed’s. No cellphones they relied on Pindrop Fred to use his morse code method via vibrations from their pussy piercings. Every little buzz had the girls squishy between the legs. Fred loved knowing he had the twin blondes horny as hell. To be honest he messaged in code far more than he needed to just to get them warmed up for Ernesto. He had the leisure to be evil. While Ernie did not know much about Fred’s occupation he did send him business, so Ernie was definitely thankful.

Entering Hayseed’s with a ping the girls saw nobody up front. It took a minute for Ernie to step out from the back room. A female voice was also noticed. Spotting his customers he immediately assumed who they were. “Hola! You must be Brooke and Paige.”

“Paisley!” She corrected him.

“My apologies! I’m Ernesto, it is a pleasure to meet you. My homie Fred said you two were hot but woooo ... eeee!” He flirted hard! “Almost as hot as my fiery redhead.” He cast a thumb toward the back room as a certain Rhonda Stinwicky followed him out while on her phone. Skipping college courses, she decided to hang out with her man. Well, tentatively her man.

“Hello!” Rhonda delicately waved then grew invested in her call. “Hey, Mace! It took you long enough to answer. Long night! It sure wasn’t with me.” Giggling she continued! “You know I’m teasing. Listen, my dad found more cloning kits in our storage unit last night. A whole case of them. Do you want me to swipe a few more? Oh, I had a talk with my mom last night, I confessed I took those other kits. She’s not mad seeing as it’s you. I guess some other guy is interested in them too. She said he’s hung like a horse and agreed to make a few and sell them on the shelves next to mom’s vagina.”

“Don’t pay her no mind.” Ernie chuckled! “Her parents own Hardcore Hobbies across the street. They sell adult supplies in the back room.”

“We don’t own any toys.” Paisley pouted at her sister.

“Maybe dad will buy us something.” Brooke whispered directly into her sister’s ear.

“What are cloning kits?” Paisley blurted out stepping directly up to Rhonda. It did not dawn on her that Rhonda’s cellphone could potentially record whatever they said. Hopefully, Fred had even her and this Ernie’s phones distorted.

“Hold on, Mace! A cloning kit is like a cast of a man’s penis or a woman’s vagina. My mom sells her pussy molds to guys right off the shelf. She makes a lot of money on the side without actually having sex with strangers.” Rhonda knew of her parent’s swinger lifestyle and just how many guys her mom had been with but kept that part to herself.

“Why would people buy artificial things like that of a real person’s anatomy?”

“Don’t mind her, she’s naive.” Brooke covered for her baby sister by three minutes.

“If you saw my friend Mace here you might want one of him.” Rhonda laughed! “Wait! Hey Mace, go on FaceTime and show me your dick. It doesn’t have to be erect it’s huge all the time.” The Banfield sisters flared their eyes at Rhonda’s offer. Ernie simply leaned on the store’s glass top counter smirking as he expected it to unfold. A few seconds later Mace Belmont was on Rhonda’s cellphone screen, lying in bed naked but covered up. His hair looked squirrely but he didn’t care. “Trust me I bet you get hard once you see these girls.” That dropped a few jaws but created smiles. “Say hello to Brooke and Paisley.”

Turning her cell to face the twins they studied Mace’s face first and grinned. “Hey there Beautiful and Gorgeous.” Mace chuckled! “Listen, if Rhonda is putting you on the spot just tell her to stop. I don’t have to show...”

“Yes, you do!” Twin verses at exactly the same breath encouraged his ego.

“Ha! Okay! Let me pep him up a little I’ve been asleep.” Stroking his beast under the sheets they still saw how big that predator was by the impression it left. Satisfied, he revealed his dick in all of its massive glory. “It could still get bigger, but this gives you an idea.”

“OMG!” Again, simultaneously spoken! “Can we get a clone of that? We’re rich we can pay you.”

“You two buy the kits and I’ll get out of bed here and drive over to Hayseed’s. How long are you going to be there?”

“We’re with our dad but he went across the street. Our friend can pay you.” Buzz! Buzz! Pindrop Fred aka Snoopy agreed to the purchase but did have both girls dancing in step at how lengthy his coded message was. Lashes were fluttering! Ernie found it amusing, thinking that Mace had both girls enthralled enough to get that turned on.

“Okay! Stall your dad to give me time to drag my ass out of bed.” Crawling out he stood tall while facing the camera, behind him in a mirror the twins got a good look at his tight buns. Swoon City! They were all kinds of giddy at this new possible plaything. Of course, doing so without freedom to roam might prove difficult. They prayed Fred could make a miracle happen.

“I’ll be there as fast as I can. Nice meeting you girls.” His camera cut off leaving them to flare eyes at one another. An “OHMYGOD!” moment sang as if angels were holding chorus practice. Sing! Ping! Buzz! Rhonda Stinwicky laughed over it.

“You said your dad was going across the street.”

“Yes! The hobby store.”

“I need to run over for the kits. I’ll help keep your dad there for as long as I can.”

“So awesome!” Twin speech was just so very sexy!

Rhonda leaving after a quick kiss to Ernie, he rubbed his hands together briskly.

“Ears and nipple piercings?”

OHHHH, YEEEEAH!

Hardcore Hobbies! Across the street! Five minutes prior! PING! Again!

Harrison Banfield had checked out the interior through the windows just prior to opening the front door. No sign of the beauty wearing yoga tights he worried that her being wet she had gone to change into her regular clothes. Today seemed to be as if a pair of great minds thought alike day. A certain bombshell blonde over at Horton-Dexter High School was also donning a towel. Yes, Jasmine aka Jazz Stinwicky was wrapped in a towel as she cautiously crept from the back office.

“I’ll be right with you.” She called out just as her husband Burt stepped in from the back door where he had parked his truck to unload. It wasn’t only cloning kits from storage, he had a few other surprises he had forgotten he had even purchased over a year ago. “Honey! We have a customer. I just got drenched by a car running through a puddle. Can you take care of the counter until I put on something decent.”

“Since when has that stopped you?” He frowned! “Business might start booming if you wore that towel while you work. Hell, the bank wears less these days.”

“Are you giving me permission to work in the nude?”

“Fuck it! Until we get fined go for it. It’s not like I don’t know half of our business isn’t dropping by here just for you anyways.” He swooped in for a kiss and undid her towel, whipping it off of her and coiling it up like a snake. Using it to snap at her bare bottom she fled for the store itself. Chuckling, Burt caught her wrist just before. “Here! Dry your hair at least. No wearing it!” A point of demand she shivered with excitement and twirled in step. Dab while you gab!

Waltzing out pretty as she please Jasmine located Harrison and made an appearance. “Afternoon!” Harry looking at possible gifts for his wife looked to his left and stared with a smile.

“Good afternoon to you. Now this is what I call service with more than one smile.” Ego now that he had a bit of Watchtower power Harry just went for suave.

“Aww! Compliments will get you a discount.” Towel over her shoulders she playfully posed like a Playboy Bunny. Funny! Piper Cherry was still wearing her bunny ears. What a coinwinkiedink!

“No need! I’m quite well-to-do without such kindness.” Coin! Winky! Dink! Taken back by his outspoken admission she went for something unexpected.

“In that case can I interest you in a slightly used hobby store so I can retire early?”

“Only if you continue to run it dressed ... well, undressed as you currently are. I saw the driver drown you earlier. I have his plate number if you want them pulled over.” Pindrop could easily zoom in on street camera footage and get that plate.

“Oh, really! For all the good that would do. The police in this city are useless. I could run this place like I am and never get a fine. As a matter of fact, I do believe I will take your advice.” She giggled then froze in expression just as readily. “I suppose I would need to at least keep a robe handy for when young children are here with their parents.”

“Touche! Make it a very short, very tight robe. Kimono style!”

“I like how you think.” She batted her lashes then cast a hand of friendship his direction. “Jasmine Stinwicky but you can call me Jazz.”

“A pleasure! Harrison Banfield.”

“Banfield! I feel as if I know that name.”

“Oh? Perhaps you know my wife, she is the principal at Filmore High School.”

“Where my daughter goes.” She puckered her lower lip, connecting dots. “Our oldest graduated there two years ago.” Before it got too insane! Beginnings at best!

“I see! Wonderful!” Even Harry wondered if this gorgeous woman knew what her daughter faced there on a daily basis. He would remember that name Stinwicky and learn more. It was better to change topics. “Our, you say. I presume you are also married.” She wasn’t shy about flashing her wedding band his way. Harry performed the very same stunt with a chuckle.

“Twenty years now. Our oldest is recently nineteen, our youngest almost sixteen. Do you have children?”

“Twin girls, both eighteen.”

“I bet that must be a handful going to school where your mother is in charge.”

“Oddly enough, I homeschooled our girls. My decision!” Sure! Madison would never expose her own kids to the insanity which she let happen. “I work from home, so it made sense. Nashville schools can be shall we say unsafe.” Don’t let Maddy hear you say that. True however! Violence was still running rampant but, in most cases, the brightest were paid to behave.

“Interesting! We probably should have done that for our girls. What is it you do?”

“Wall Street Investor. I buy cheap, nurture, and sell strong.” PING! Eyes wide Jasmine hid behind Harry in a hurry until she knew who her latest customer might be. He had no problem her hands on his shoulders, breasts crushing up into his back. Those perky nipples felt wonderful.

“MOM?”

“Shoot! Speaking of the Devil’s children. That’s my eldest, Rhonda.” Walking through the store looking Rhonda located her mother in hiding. “Why aren’t you in school? She attends college not far from here.”

“Rain made me lazy. I can make up any work. Why are you naked?”

“Blame me, Kitten!” Hubby Burt had heard Rhonda’s arrival. Stepping out of the back he walked up behind his daughter and mirrored Jasmine in holding her shoulders. Eyes flaring Rhonda felt her father’s erection along her grey leggings. Whimpering she waved at Harry.

“Harrison? My husband Burt, my daughter Rhonda.”

“Let’s get past the strangeness here. I’m quite fine under these conditions. Good to meet you, Burt. Your wife was just trying to sell me your store.” He laughed over it then paused to lift his palm. “No worries! I think you folks are doing just fine on your own.” Burt lured Rhonda aside and shook Harry’s hand. “While you’re here, Kitten, go finish unloading my truck. There is only three more cases.” He then leaned in close to whisper. “Those cloning kits are in the backseat.”

“Fine!” She rolled her eyes knowing her admission might not have met her mother’s ears. This odd situation at least gave Rhonda time to run those kits back to Hayseed’s. Once out of sight Burt stepped around Harry and took the towel from Jasmine.

“So, what can she do for you Harry?”

“Pardon?” Harrison turned to face Jasmine who playfully did a little dance with her hands in her damp red locks. Burt’s determination to show his wife off always had him hot and bothered. “Oh! Well, as appealing as that might be my daughters are across the street getting piercings. I would hate for them to run over here and catch me in a compromising situation. A raincheck perhaps!”

“Rain stopped finally! No pressure, Harry! Even if you don’t want a hook up. The wife and I are swingers is all. Before you get the wrong idea, I’m not gay in any way.” Ehhh! Pondered!

“Nor am I!” Definitely not!

“My wife ... I suppose I need to watch what I say about, Madison.”

“Harry’s wife is Rhoda’s principal at Filmore.” Jazz bubbled up caressing Harry’s shoulders without overdoing her attraction. “She was there when Rhonda was attending.”

“No shit! We went to a student/ teacher thing two years ago. We’ve met your wife. A looker, Buddy! Congrats!”

“I love to think so. Between us,” He twirled a finger about as an emphasis on secrecy. “My wife and I explore swinging too. Have you been to the club up in the mountains?” Heard of, not even Harry had ever attended. Madison however often went up there when supposedly on business to become her Watchtower identity Harness in private.

“We have not! You should give us directions to the place. Maybe an invite.”

“I’ll have the wife arrange that and get back to you.”

“Perfecto! So, what brings you here?”

“Me!” Jazz giggled! “Harry saw me get showered on the street corner. I think he hoped to get a better visual.”

“Partially true, I’m afraid! Definitely worth my mischievous curiosity. Like you Burt, a lucky man indeed! I hope we haven’t upset your daughter.”