Chapter 29: Dust Off

Capt. McGregor spoke into the auditorium PA system, "For the benefit of those who may be disinclined to present themselves to a sponsor for medical or physical reasons let me say that most conditions can be corrected by Darjee medical technology including the unfortunate conditions of being fat or ugly." Capt. McGregor smiled at his own quip before adding "If you're uncertain about your particular situation, please ask one of the large people wearing a black uniform."

McGregor continued, "At this time I ask that everyone who does not wish to participate in this extraction to please proceed to the hotel's main lobby or lounge and remain there until the interdiction field is lifted. Thank you for your cooperation."

To the left and right the moveable walls began retracting to open the auditorium into the adjacent meeting rooms. Instead of the usual folding tables and chairs, these rooms had substantial tables, overstuffed chairs and love seats, and a large number of very sturdy and comfortably upholstered chaise lounges.

Up on the stage McGregor continued his instructions. "I'm expecting a number of people to join us from other parts of the complex. If those who wish to be extracted as a couple would please step into the room to my right along with any other gentlemen in the room who wish to present themselves to a potential sponsor. Would the ladies who are seeking a sponsor, and who are at least fourteen years of age please make your way to the meeting room to my left. We should be able to begin interviewing everyone shortly. Those of you who are volunteering for Confederacy service please remain here in the main auditorium along with your pre-selected concubines."

McGregor had dispatched four marines to each floor of the hotel. They were going door-to-door advising the occupants that a Confederacy pickup was in progress. Those who wished to participate were directed to proceed immediately to the main convention center auditorium. Those who chose to decline participation in the extraction were advised to remain in the hotel, preferably in their rooms.

As soon as the Marines alerted them that the pickup was in progress, Consuela and Peggy followed the plan and took their children to Lesa's suite. They left them with Sarita and her siblings before heading downstairs with Raul, Maria, Sara Jay, Anita, and Bobby. Roberta Martinez, Consuela's thirteen-year-old, also remained in the suite to help Sarita with the little ones. The Marines assured the mothers than a Marine would be at the elevator and could contact someone who would locate them in the event of a crisis.

Several teams participating in a girl's softball tournament were staying at the Hilton. The Marines were amused by the mixed reactions between the sixteen to eighteen-year-old girls and their adult chaperones. Only two chaperones needed to be stunned when they tried to physically restrain the girls who wished to participate in the extraction.

There was a large event scheduled at the Manassas National Battlefield and many of the less adventurous wives and family of the Civil War reenactors were also guests of the Hilton. Many of them were about to embark on their own adventure.

The group clustering around Lesa began making their way toward the stage when they saw Martha mount the steps and approach her seated husband.

Everyone nearby turned as Leslie shouted, "Marvin! What are you doing here? You look fantastic!" Marvin couldn't answer because Leslie had jumped on him and her mouth was covering his.

Capt. McGregor descended a stairway slightly to the right of the podium and observed, "This lovely redhead appears to be an acquaintance of yours, Lieutenant."

Leslie let him come up for air when he lowered her to her feet. He responded, "Yes, sir. This is Leslie Owens, a very close friend." Leslie extended her hand, which McGregor took eagerly. "And this scrawny looking fellow is Jake Caulfield. Be sure to stand clear if he's holding a notebook computer in his hands." Jake punched Marvin on the shoulder before taking McGregor's hand. "Watch it, Caulfield, assaulting an officer of the Confederacy can get you shot!"

Marvin was mauled by almost everyone in the group, men and women alike. Only when it was dying down the he say, "Back off you hooligans. How am I going to keep the respect of my troops in a rumpled uniform? It's great to see all of you again!"

McGregor took Lesa's hand, "So nice to see you again, Mrs. Crews. May I present Master Gunnery Sergeant Raymond Budzinski?"

Instead of shaking Lesa's hand, Budzinski bowed and kissed her fingers. "I'm honored to finally meet you." Lesa actually blushed as Budzinski turned to Marvin and remarked as he nodded toward Jake, "He may be dangerous up close, but this lady deserves respect even from a great distance."

Lesa rubbed her massive belly, "Yes, Jake is very dangerous up close!" Budzinski shook Jake's hand as Lesa directed his attention to the others. "The redhead clinging to Marvin is Leslie Owens, and this natural Amazon is Janet Olson."

"Ms. Olson, you have an impressive CAP score. Most unexpected for someone so striking," Budzinski complemented. Turning to Misty he beamed, "Hello again, Ms. Nokamura. You keep turning up at extractions. I trust you'll actually accompany me into orbit this time."

Misty laughed, "You'll need more than a stunner to keep me from coming along this time, Sergeant. This is Ralph Peterman. Hopefully he'll be nearby whenever you see me." Misty noticed that Martha had joined Adm. Grayson on the stage. "Do you know Admiral Grayson?"

When Budzinski shook his head, Misty took him in one hand and Marvin in her other hand and led the two onto the stage. Leaning into the task the flat-chested Misty looked like a little girl as she dragged the large and very large men across the stage toward the row of chairs behind the podium. "Martha, Admiral this is my old friend Lieutenant Marvin Clark and my protector on more than one occasion Sergeant Raymond Budzinski. Guys this is Admiral Benjamin Grayson and his marvelous wife, Martha."

Neither Budzinski nor Clark was accustomed to being introduced to admirals. Both saluted him and waited to see what they should do next. Sensing their discomfort he returned their salutes; then extended his hand. "Misty is a valued friend. Anyone she recommends need not stand on ceremony with me. She has mentioned both of you, but she didn't think you would be on extraction duty this soon."

Martha made both of them distinctly uncomfortable by kissing them on the cheek. "Expect even less formality from me," she warned the pair.

"Aye!" Misty yelled as she spotted Sgt. Miller, "Corporal Miller! How've you been?"

"I've been great! So great, in fact, that it's Sergeant Miller now. I just haven't been aggravating the sergeant and lieutenant here enough, and I managed to get myself promoted." She also saluted Grayson. "It's an honor to meet you, sir."

Capt. McGregor stepped up and saluted Grayson, "Forgive me for interrupting, sir. There'll be time to catch up with everyone after we're onboard the Zephyrus. It may take a while for us to get everyone sorted out, briefed, and transported up. With your permission I'd like to get everyone identified and begin the concubine selection phase of this extraction."

"Yes, of course captain, by all means business before pleasure. However, I believe that a large part of this business is pleasure. If my sources are accurate about these events, then I suspect that things could become very stimulating in the next hour or so." Grayson smiled weakly. He knew there was about to be a large number of naked people doing more than just standing around. There were already a good many naked breasts in the auditorium.

"Perhaps you need to find a quiet place to rest during the bulk of the selection process, my dear." Martha was clearly concerned.

Sgt. Miller spoke up, "Is his condition really that serious, Mrs. Grayson?"

Martha turned to Miller, "He has hardened arteries, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and clogged plumbing just about everywhere. He has already had a near-fatal heart attack. He can normally keep his emotions under control, but all this stimulation is likely to be more than any man not in a casket should be expected to ignore."

Miller offered, "I can escort him to the med bay right now, but he needs to select his six concubines before we leave."

Martha looked at Grayson, "I trust that I'm on your short list, Ben."

"Of course, I couldn't manage without you."

Martha caressed his chin, "It's so good to know you realize that, my love. Will you trust me to pick my five sisters? I promise to be mostly sensible, but we do need to include a couple of toys, don't you think?"

Grayson gave Martha his best commanding look. "Martha, will you please behave yourself! You know I'll find a way to best you later."

Martha smiled, "I always look forward to watching you try, my dear."

Grayson gave his wife an indignant look before turning to Sgt. Miller, "Is it permitted for Martha to have my proxy for the selection of my ... companions?"

Miller nodded, "Of course, sir." She briefly looked as though she was elsewhere; then spoke, "I have obtained permission to escort you directly to the Zephyrus. We can use the transporter in the anteroom. Please come with me, sir." Sgt. Miller led Adm. Grayson toward the biggest adventure of his life.

Marvin stepped up to Martha, "Mrs. Grayson, you'll not be one of Adm. Grayson's concubines, will you? My display indicates that you'll be allowed four of your own if you elect to volunteer."

Martha turned to the young lieutenant, "I'll not be separated from Benjamin. We've been together for almost fifty years."

Marvin nodded, "Of course, ma'am. As I understand the arrangements, this group will have one of the largest non-combatant contingents of any colony to date. No doubt your continued support and encouragement will be deemed vital to the Admiral's continued success. It would be foolish for anyone to consider separating the two of you under any circumstances."

Martha smiled, "Thank you, young man. It's flattering to hear that my efforts are appreciated. Oh my, that means that I'm looking to recruit ten, not five. I had best get started, hadn't I? Where would you suggest I begin?"

Having been raised by a native Atlanta gentleman, Marvin extended his left elbow toward her and waved his right hand in an invitation to accompany him. Martha stepped just close enough to grip the offered arm with both hands, "Oh my, aren't you sweet. I don't suppose you're available are you?"

Marvin expressed his appreciation of the compliments by turning his bright blue eyes on Martha. Smiling he asked, "How well do you know Mrs. Crews? This soiree owes its origins to her, including those of us not officially on the guest list."

Martha laughed, "Well enough for her to encourage me to get pregnant."

This revelation clearly surprised Marvin, "I see. It may be a few minutes before Capt. McGregor gets the available concubine candidates ready for presentation. Perhaps we can speak with her in the meantime."

The attention of the group they were approaching was centered on an angry looking Latin youth. Before they were in earshot of the altercation in progress, Clark called out, "Lesa!" Everyone turned to face the direction of the loud, yet familiar voice. Clark was visibly relieved to have avoided an embarrassing intrusion.

Lesa broke away and led the crowd toward Clark, "Hello again, Marvin. I see that Misty dragged you off to meet Admiral and Mrs. Grayson." The two women embraced, "So good to see you again in person, Martha. How are you feeling?"

Reaching out to stroke Lesa's belly, Martha replied, "Better than you, I'd wager. Tell me again, when are you due?"

"About six weeks, unless this little man is as impatient as his father," Lesa responded.

Marvin turned to his companion, "Lesa, Mrs. Grayson has solicited my help for the selection of companions. Naturally, I brought her to the best advisor in the room."

Martha laughed, "I take it you know my gallant escort?"

"Oh yes," Lesa replied. "He's one of the original co-conspirators and visited my home several times before he suddenly disappeared one morning shortly before Christmas. Although it appears I don't know him well enough to get a message flashed to me periodically to let me know how he's doing. Except for the uniform, you don't look much different, Marvin. I would expect you to be a towering giant like the rest of these Marines."

Marvin blushed slightly from the reprimand, but only addressed the issue of his size, "I'm trying to convince the military that being big is not necessarily an advantage. I've been working with Sgt. Budzinski recently to develop effective tactics for close encounters with dickheads."

Consuela and Maria were among the few who had held back during the reunion with Marvin. Between them Raul Martinez was scowling. Lesa turned to Martha after approaching the trio, "If you're up for a challenge, Martha, this sixteen-year-old fireball is Raul Martinez. Rumor has it that he's quite the stud despite his diminutive stature."

Raul glared at Martha and spat out, "Unlike some of these fools, I don't fuck old women!"

Consuela smacked Raul in the back of the head; then grabbed him by the ear and led him away from the group. There was a lot of gesturing and waving of arms. Raul even collected a couple more swats to the head before things calmed down. It wasn't long before Consuela had her hands on her hips with Raul looking down at her feet nodding is head periodically.

Martha laughed, clearly amused by the display. "Let me guess, the small woman is his mother."

Lesa laughed along with Maria who confirmed, "Yes. Mama is giving Raul a remedial lesson in manners." The three of them burst into laughter.

The lesson was drawing to a close. Consuela was pointing in Martha's direction with one hand and shaking a finger in Raul's face with the other. She kept pointing and stomping a foot until Raul started making his way back toward the group.

Raul approached Martha as though she were his executioner and spoke with his face hanging down, "I apologize for my rude outburst. Please forgive me."

Martha barely suppressed her need to laugh. Turning to Consuela she said, "It's so refreshing to meet someone who teaches respect for their mother to her children." Then she spoke to Raul, "Of course you're forgiven. Can you apply such passion to your lovemaking? I'm told you're rather talented at pleasing the ladies. Is that true?"

Raul glared at her, but after glancing at his mother he responded, "I have little experience, senora, but there have been no complaints so far."

Martha laughed and took Raul's hands, "Oh, you'll do. Yes, you'll do nicely. I'm not sure I even want you housebroken. But I rather like having the behave-or-I'll-tell-your-mother-on-you club in my bag." Raul glared at her as she continued, "My husband, for the lack of a more appropriate term for our new relationship, will no doubt be spend long hours away from home. Once I get rid of most of my wrinkles and loose hanging skin, I'll have you fucking me silly on a regular basis." Raul was shocked by her remark, but kept his mouth shut after catching his mother out of the corner of his eye.

Martha extended a hand, "Would you care to assist me in picking a nice body that you'd like to fuck as-is?"

Approaching a thirtyish redhead sporting small pale breasts and tight short-shorts, Martha asked, "What's your name, dear?"

"Nancy ... Nancy Marshal"

Martha looked interested, "Would you mind showing me the rest, Nancy-Nancy?"

Nancy nervously lowered the zipper at her hip, "My name's just Nancy." As the waistband of the white shorts reached her thighs, a pale patch of red could be seen through the translucent white bikini panties.

Martha nodded as the woman stepped out of the shorts, "Very nice, Just Nancy. Please continue."

Nancy blushed as she gripped the fabric clinging to her soft hips. "Not 'Just Nancy', my name is Nancy Marshall."

"I'm just teasing you, dear. It has to be very difficult for you to debase yourself in such a public forum. I'm attempting to distract you."

Nancy stood back up after removing the last of her clothing. She resisted the reflex of hiding herself with her hands and stood straight with her arms at her sides.

"How much experience have you had pleasing men with your lovely body?"

Nancy blushed again, "I have little trouble keeping the men I want. My oral skills are regularly praised. And the few who have had my ... backdoor have begged for it again. I'm very energetic, usually too much for one man to satisfy."

Martha was visibly impressed, "We'll have to test that, won't we, Raul? What about cunnilingus? How would you rate your skills with other women?"

Nancy dropped her face as she turned an even brighter shade of red. "It's been a long time. I'm sorry, but I prefer men."

Nodding, Martha commented, "Don't we all, but sometimes it's just us girls. May I have a demonstration?"

Nancy just nodded; she seemed relieved to be able to be able to hide under Martha's skirts. "Wait, I didn't mean ... me!" Martha began gasping and twitching shortly after her panties became a decoration for her ankles.

"Oh my, you are energetic aren't you, dear? I actually intended that you to demonstrate your skills with someone else." Martha was attempting to push Nancy away from her juncture, but having no success. She collapsed into a nearby chair. "Oh my, oh yes, right there!"

Raul eyed the shapely bare ass protruding from under Martha's dress. When Martha gestured at the kneeling woman's ass, Raul dropped his pants before getting onto his knees behind Nancy. She moaned into Martha's wet slit when Raul began probing her pussy with his slender shaft.

"Be sure to pace yourself, Raul." Martha advised him, "You have at least eight more women to road test in the next hour. As much as I'm enjoying this, I think we need to move on." Raul was distracting Nancy with the pounding he was giving her tight pussy making it possible for Martha to extract the redhead from her groin. Martha gently stroked Nancy's wet face. "Thank you dear. What do you think, Raul? Is this someone we can enjoy together?"

"Oh yes, senora!" Raul answered as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of the warm confines of Nancy's vagina.

A young copy of Nancy wearing a softball uniform stepped up, "Mom! What are you doing?"

"I'm doing my best to get my naked ass off of this rock, what do you think?" Nancy smiled at her daughter knowingly. "Susan, will you do anything less to attract a sponsor?"

Martha asked, "Would the two of you like to be together?"

When mother and daughter looked at each other and nodded, Martha added, "Then I suggest you strip out of your uniform and demonstrate your oral skills on Raul here."

Nancy helped her daughter undress down to her crew socks and sneakers. Raul relaxed in an upholstered chair as Susan folded her jersey and knelt on it between Raul's spread knees. It was clear to Martha that this wasn't Susan's first attempt at sucking a cock. Susan quickly laved it with her tongue; then slid her mouth over the tip and halfway down Raul's length. When it was liberally coated with saliva, Susan leaned in with her chin almost in line with her neck and took Raul into her throat.

Susan had very little padding on her ass and her low stance exposed both her puckered anus and drooling vagina. Martha's curiosity led her to kneel down behind the young girl and slide a finger along the sparsely covered labia to pick up some of the leaking lubricant before she pressed her finger between the slick lips and around the sensitive opening. Susan squirmed and moaned as Martha explored the partially hidden hole for a minute.

Martha asked Nancy, "Do you know when Susan lost her virginity?"

Nancy was enthralled watching her daughter. It took a few seconds for the question to sink in far enough for her to formulate a response. "It happened last summer at Gulf Shores. My best friend's son took her on a moonlight walk on the beach and nailed her among the dunes. It's a tossup as to which of them was the more aggressive during that particular outing. If she hadn't lost her bikini bottoms in the dark, I might never have known."

Martha laughed, "Yes, she does seem to push everything else into the background and focus on her partner. I'm very impressed with her skill and her enthusiasm."

It took both Nancy and Martha to separate her from Raul's raging cock. Martha assured them both that they would all have their fill of sex before the night was over and they had a lot more candidates to interview before leaving the auditorium.

As Martha and Raul were 'interviewing' Nancy, Sgt. Budzinski asked Lesa, "Have you decided about what you're going to do?" Budzinski gestured to someone in the middle of the room before continuing. "I'm sure it will be a strain to be away from your loved ones if you decide return to Earth. I know from experience just how taxing that can be. However, you may not be separated from your entire family."

Lesa noticed a man making his way through the crowd. She knew who he was, but was convinced she was hallucinating, "Daddy?" She all but ran across the small space between them when her father stepped through the last of the people separating them.

A tall man with curly blonde hair threw his sinewy muscled and weathered arms around Lesa and just held the emotional pregnant woman until she got control of herself. When she pushed away from him, he examined her bulging abdomen and commented, "I should think that you'd know what causes that by now. So, I'll soon have another grandson to buy birthday presents for, huh?"

"You beast," Lesa said as she pounded his chest with the heel of her small fist before using the back of her hand to wipe her eyes. "It's another grandchild you can spoil rotten. Why haven't I heard from you since that mess after Franklin's death?"

"I've been busy, and Interpol is getting better," Dean answered. "Introduce me to your friends. Did those expensive boarding schools teach you no manners at all?"

She hit him again before turning to the small crowd, "For those of you who haven't guessed, this is my father, Dean Gotti, and before you ask; no, we know of no relationship with them." She introduced the group saving Jake for last. "This is my very special friend Jacob Caulfield. He prefers to be called Jake, but this one," she said as she rubbed her belly, "will call him 'daddy'."