Chapter 307: Seek Me Not

Time to make introductions. Will any of them want to have their ability removed?

I went outside to find that there were dozens of seekers spread out around my house trying, badly, to look inconspicuous. My implant pinged me with their names and locations, as well as those of their “handlers.” In one of the cars, it marked the three girls, who didn’t have names available, that I had “burned out” at the school board meeting. I went right toward them first.

How did these people get to the girls? I thought they went with the man-in-the-machine or some other group of people to keep them from these seeker parties.

They got scared as they saw me coming, but no one moved to intercept me. I opened the door and asked the girls to step out of the car. I wanted to talk to them. I didn’t see who they looked at, but someone must have given the ok.

“Hey, girls. You look a lot better than the last time I saw you after that fake federal agent made you do something that caused you to bleed from your ears and eyes. Are you ok now?” I asked.

I had three girls trying to squeeze in to push as much of their bodies to mine as they hugged me. They didn’t need to tell me anything. I could tell from how they were hugging me. I got them apart from me long enough to get one on my back and the other two up in my arms.

It is time to meet the seeker’s boss.

I walked down two houses to where I saw a late model minivan that looked right at home in the neighborhood except for having all the windows tinted out and all the antennas on top. They didn’t look happy at me walking right up to them and then waiting until they finally got out.

“Thanks for taking in these three girls. That asshole that brought them to the county offices for the school board did something to them that made them bleed from their eyes and ears. I don’t know what he was making them do, or what he did to them, that caused that to happen. Not sure what they are doing with you and the people you have all around my house, but all three look healthy, well-fed, and not scared for their lives like the last time I saw them,” I told the man in casual clothes that got out of the minivan. “So, what’s the deal here? I know you didn’t bring all these people just for the girls to come for a visit. Oh, yeah. I think we may be talking for a while. Do you mind if the girls go swimming in my pool? There are bathing suits in the big changing room, but I’m sure you already know that. They can swim nude if they want too. Only your people will be able to see them anyway. You know what, I think I’m taking them to swim anyway. I’m sure you must call somebody to find out what the heck to do now. Don’t have anyone go into my house. If they want to come into the pool cage from the door around back by the garage, they can’t have any guns. You have a lot of pretty girls here today, and it is damn hot. The guys look too old to enjoy the pool, but the girls are all welcome to swim too. If you are all here for me, since no one else is home around here that I know of, we might as well cut the shit. Have them do whatever you made them come here to do with me right here near them. I hope that it doesn’t make them bleed like these three girls. That made me worry a lot about if they were going to die or something.”

Yes. Call your masters. You have no choice, and you know it.

On the way back to my house, I set the girls down so I could grab the two women jogging around the block, on their third lap, a girl pretending to cut a neighbor’s yard, and three, who looked like Chrissy and her friends, sitting on a blanket the lawn of a home I knew never had any kids. Jess’s family was off on vacation.

“No need for any charades. Let your bosses or handlers deal with their supervisors while you get a chance to cool off. Well, at least get you a few new swimsuits that will fit you perfectly everywhere, even if you also just want to swim in the nude. From the looks of some of you, this is the first time you get to show off having noticeable breasts and a bearded clam. No one is getting any dick from me, and my dad would have his cut off if he did,” I told them.

They already heard me talk to the guy about coming swimming.

Being the proper host, I took the three girls into the changing room, followed by the other girls and women, stripped them, and found them a one-piece and bikini that showed off their bodies nicely. When I saw the others weren’t undressing, I got them each a one-piece that would fit their bodies and told them any going skinny dipping to come over, and I would strip them. If they wanted, I would comment on their bodies as well as give them the right measurements for a bra.

Some went into the shower area or the toilet stalls to change.

“You, you, and you. Find a bench and strip from the waist down. Unless you want to go swim in the buff, you need major garden maintenance,” I said as I got a bucket for hot water, shaving gel, scissors, and disposable razors.

One of the women said she was ok as she was, so I got my phone to take a close picture of the bird’s nest sticking out both sides of her suit. I told her to swim naked or get naked for me to trim her up. It wasn’t my first time trimming the hedges. Since she had on a bikini, I had it off her, her laying back on a bench, and me cutting her muff to inch-long pubes before shaving the tiny area needed for the type of bikini bottoms she chose. I had her stand over a towel as I rubbed over her pubes to have the trimmed ones fall out. Then she was back in her bikini bottoms, at least until she slipped into a stall.

I was trimming one of the girls going skinny dipping, so she could wear her suits later without having to do it herself. We all heard that first woman cum loudly. She staggered out of the stall holding the bottoms. I took them from her, untied her top, and had the girl I just trimmed take the woman out to the pool.

While I fit bathing suits, someone brought out bottles of water. Pizza’s arrived shortly after that. The two delivery guys were barely able to walk around the pool cage. Two of the seeker women slipped from the pool, naked, and went over to each pizza delivery guy. From the word go, they got one of the guy’s dicks in their mouth. They were damn good at sucking dick. One made her guy cum almost as soon as she started to suck his dick. The other wasn’t far behind getting her guy to cum. They both swallowed and tucked the guys away. They refused my attempt to give them fifty-dollar tips saying that to get a blowjob as good would cost them over a hundred.

From the front door, I heard a light knock while in the kitchen. I opened it to find five more seeker girls and two barely teenaged boys. The place in my head showed they had nothing special about them at all.

“You don’t know us, David, but we are staying with our grandparents for a few weeks. These girls were sneaking around in our back yard. We followed them and made the tell us why they were sneaking around. They wouldn’t tell me. They did say you were inviting people over to swim, but we had to be naked. We don’t even have a single hair yet but are curious about girl’s bodies, and even if they did get us hard, we aren’t long enough to do it. We tried with some girls back home, and don’t shoot stuff that makes them pregnant,” one of them told me.

I guess they are younger than I thought, but what the hell.

I told them where we did have suits they could borrow, and that is the only place they can be naked here besides the pool. They both promised and swore they wouldn’t tell a soul about swimming naked over here.

I offered to help the five new girls with suits, but three were indisposed. The other two couldn’t swim. Both had a fear of being in a pool more substantial than a baby pool. They did strip and stretch out on the lounge chairs. Each also got the hand of one of the boys. They stripped the boys before letting boys the look, and I suspect touch in a more private setting, as they asked questions about the girl’s pussies.

My phone pinged to give me the message that the guy I talked to was in a bit of trouble and waiting on his superior to arrive. It would be at least an hour. A car pulled in the driveway with boxes of food and a cooler full of sodas and water. He went around to specific places handing guys and three women a container of food with drinks. He gave me three boxes and a bag with sodas and water to take to the minivan. Before I could even try to tip him, he was backing out the driveway.

“Someone sent me a text saying that you had to wait a while for someone, so they were sending food and drinks because you all missed lunch. Most skipped breakfast, too, for obvious reasons, but it isn’t obvious to me. They could have eaten on the way over here,” I told the guy who stepped out of the minivan.

I opened the sliding door to give food and drinks to the two shocked guys in the back as they were messing with a lot of monitors and equipment. “Is it cool for you to eat and drink back there. The boxes have your numbers on them, so I can only guess someone knows what you like, or what they will let you eat.”

This whole charade is beginning to be a joke, and I’m laughing my ass off inside.

I went to the house to wait for Mr. Big to arrive. Hanging out by the pool eating pizza, the place in my head showed me the threads going out from all the seeker girls. I got a ping from my implant saying these people “borrowed” them to have a way to get into my house to bug it and who knows what else.

Shit! Where are the babies?

I didn’t even notice that I hadn’t seen the babies in a while. I went to the nursery to find a note to dad, mom, and I, that someone invited the babies to a playdate across town with someone they met at the mall sometime recently. Annie and Crystal put three car seats in their cars to take the babies over. They would be back later this afternoon or evening.

Someone had this planned to go down and let the girls know to keep the babies safe. Is Molly off doing her thing to deal with this unexpected swarm?

Mr. Big arrived earlier than expected. I got a complete detail of his route here. I was waiting outside when his car came up next to the minivan. He saw me and got right out.

“David. I want to thank you for your hospitality, even if you sort of forced it on the young women. One of the women unable to swim, presently, had been updating me on the fun all the other young women are having presently,” he told me honestly and sincerely. “You’re a teenaged boy with a pool full of naked teenaged young women, so I’m not going to play any games. I don’t like looking like a chump, especially in front of a kid. While not leaping buildings in a single bound, stopping trains, being bulletproof, having super speed, and all those sorts of comic book bullshit, there exist people who have something unexpected happen to them that gives them unique capabilities. I know you’re not stupid and that you have very well-connected friends, even if one has sadly needed to relearn everything again. We have found that on rare occasions that people struck by lightning multiple times, who survive, end up with multiple changes. Some include hypersensitivity to light, the ability to control energy to some extent, and can fill up with energy like a battery until that energy releases quickly like with the pulse of a nuclear bomb. Here we get rumors of a boy that appears to be resistant to death from accidents that would normally kill any other human being. For whatever the reason, a minimum of sixteen lightning bolts strikes him, based on analysis of the lightning bolts seen in his direction by school security cameras. Not only did he survive, but he is perfectly healthy except for being unconscious, having an abnormally high body temperature, and all electrical heart and brainwave equipment shorts out when connected to him. Even when in the hospital, the TVs in the room kept having power surges. The town and your friends went to great lengths to keep these details off the radar. Except for a few unwelcome parties accessing your medical files, you were off the radar. That is until you came home from the hospital. If you don’t already know, the girls in your pool, we refer to as seekers because they can tune into the unique energy patterns the modifications to the brains of those like you. A van with three of them drove past your town on the interstate and picked up on you. They believed you were close to their location only to find you were over five miles away. Both tried to lock in on you, but when they got too close, they experienced the same symptoms as the three darling girls that you rescued from one of the bands of mercenaries who find seekers and those like you to sell to the highest bidder.”

He had to take a call that I found out was from the boss two above him. Someone on the phone tore this guy a new asshole for being anywhere close to me. I overheard them saying that they couldn’t afford to burn out any more of their seekers by getting near me. They were surprised that Mr. Big was having a conversation with me right now, and all the female seekers were currently naked, sunning themselves, including three unable to swim currently, are also bare. Mr. Big explained that I had gotten them food and sodas. A bit later, meals arrived for those still outside, by agent number and name.

I asked for the phone, and surprisingly, I got it.

“Sir. You’ve probably been within a few feet of me many times, but I don’t think we’ve met. Text the person that called you on your unlisted, private, encrypted cell phone, and tell them that everything is good. Note that your female seekers are swimming happily in my pool,” I told him and then hung up.

“As you were saying,” I said to Mr. Big.

“Well. I’ve heard you are well above average where it counts. It seems you have big balls too. No one hangs up on my boss. Whoever called him scared the living shit out of him,” Mr. Big told me after laughing for a bit. “I was explaining how two seekers found your general location. We sent a team to work toward the source of the energy they were detecting. Once we were sure who you were and where you lived, we dispatched a team to collect you for the safety of everyone around you. Our seekers were detecting you from so far away greatly concerned us about your discharging all that energy in a single pulse, doing damage to people and electronics alike. The three girls getting close had their seeker ability burned out, as that is how it looks on brain scans, but it was different than how the ones that tried to get close to you. The closest any of them got to you was two-hundred feet. You weren’t doing anything to harm them, but after moments near you, the seeker parts of their brains suffered permanent damage. Others had their abilities reduced dramatically, and yet they still couldn’t get close to you. Shortly after that time, you went dark. We feared that someone captured you only to find nothing of the sort. Then you vanished at the same time as your four friends were in a horrible car crash. We had absolutely no way to prove any of our suspicions, but I know damn well that the driver did not survive that crash. Her brain and skull smashed like the yolk of an egg run over by a steam roller. She was a meat sack of broken bones and organs. You were a scrawny kid enjoying all the pussy you could handle. You reappear with your friend alive, moving around, and able to speak. It shouldn’t be possible, but the proof was undeniable. Then there is you. I checked out your story of being in exoskeleton prototypes. Your claims were highly probable. If not for your personality, we would have claimed someone downloaded your brain and reprogrammed you into another brain in a bigger body. Honestly, I didn’t give a shit anyway. I was just curious more to get rid of my desk-driving fat. What put you back on our radar is that you didn’t need anything to protect your vision from any level of light any longer, and we couldn’t detect you. I’ve watched you closely, and the seekers who normally detect people like you didn’t detect anything. The young women here today are here on my orders alone. They have a wider range of capabilities. I can’t confirm anything, David, and I will deny ever saying any of this, but you scared the living fucking shit out of me last night.”

We walked out of sight of the van, and he turned off his radio.

“Last night all these girls, all of them, and they are mine. I found each one, cared for her, made sure they had the best education and wanted for nothing. The op planned to have them in place to ensure that our suspicions about you no longer having any capabilities, which we find in about half of those surviving multiple lightning strikes. That storm last night had the meteorological data to fully explain what happened in the place people around here call the bowl. Usually, thunderstorms don’t have any effect on my girls due to how their capabilities work. Last night picked up on something from that direction stronger than anything any of them have ever felt before. They all stripped and collapsed on the nearest safe surface. For the entire duration of that storm, they were having constant, intense, powerful orgasms. I suspect you were at the center, possibly with what some legends call weather witches, or, more specifically, storm witches because the three young girls you met at the school board were right there squirming all around in orgasmic pleasure. I’ve heard of that happening, rarely, when someone can pull the storm energy through them, any seekers near them will experience the intense sexual pleasures, at least until their brain liquefies to the point their body is physically unable to respond. My girls were fine and very affectionate when they awoke this morning. I...” Mr. Big started saying and then stopped in mid-sentence.