Chapter 2 - "I'm not the baby's 'daddy'!" (grr...)
Jerri blinked. The infant was reaching her tiny arms towards her face.
"Eh?" Jerri said. "Come again?"
"She's our child," said Eva.
"Okay. I don't know what page you're on, but whatever you're planning is not going to happen."
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"I am, but this is too much. I don't think I'm fit to raise you and your husband's child."
"You got it all wrong--Evie is a product of our union."
"No, you got it all wrong. There is no way you and I could conceive a child. Unless there was some voodoo-jitsu you performed on me without my knowledge. Or did you sneak a hair from me and used it to create her? Oh, I get it now. You're one of those types. Tryin' to trap me with a forming a child with our genes are you? Your kind is the very reason why I can't permanently settle down. It's not going to work!"
Jerri shoved a now-wailing Evie into Eva's arms.
"I want you two out!" Jerri cried. "Now!"
"I can't go back!" Eva yelled. "I can't!"
Jerri sighed and turned away in frustration. It would be wrong to turn her away, for there was a look of genuine desperation in Eva's eyes.
With Jerri sulking, Eva sat down on the couch slowly rocking Evie to silence. She had slung over her shoulder a large purse that carried necessities for her infant child, Evie, a small notebook computer, and a manila folder full of paper documents.
"Jerri, this may be hard to believe," said Eva, "but Evie's parents are both you and I. It wasn't genetic engineering, cloning, or anything artificial. Somehow, you impregnated me, and the end result is Evie."
"You're joking."
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
It was a big shock, but still Jerri could not believe it. Eva scooted over so that Jerri could sit next her. Jerri looked down at the calm and smiling infant that was not just hers, but Eva's as well. She didn't want to feel any familiarity or any responsibility.
Eva gave Evie to Jerri and said, "Here, hold her."
Then she started to unload her large purse so she could show the documented proof, but Jerri threw her hand out and stopped her.
"There's no need," she said.
"You believe me?" Eva said.
"I still don't believe you. The data you have could be falsified."
"But they are real. I used everything that came off you as a sample, including a trace amounts of your ejaculate."
"Are you sure the testers didn't give you falsified data?"
"They wouldn't because I personally know them."
"Do you know them well?"
Evie suddenly started wailing, and Jerri in all her attempts could not determine on what was displeasing her. Jerri gave up and handed Evie to Eva.
"Here," she said. "I think she might pee."
"She's probably hungry," said Eva as she exposed her breast and nipple. Immediately Evie, began suckling.
"You pack light."
"But I still have to make it up."
"In any case, Eva, you can stay, but not for long."
"Why?"
"It's just that... well... I'm just not suited to settle down."
"With me and Evie, Jerri, I think were going to be on the run for a while."
"Ah, why do you bring this on me! I was starting to like this city."
"You just said that you're not suited to settling down."
"I meant to say that I don't want start a family of any kind."
"Jerri please. Think of your daughter."
"She's not my daughter!"
Jerri huffed, but she took a deep breath to calm herself. Eva, however, remained very calm. It was
"I want all of us to do a live blood test," said Jerri.
"I don't want to go to a normal doctor," said Eva.
"You ran away from your family?"
"Once again."
"I see. We may have to go underground, and I know just the person to go to."
Big Sally--one of the smartest Amazons in the world, and whose intelligence rivaled that of normal females. However, she didn't like being called big despite her height and muscular bulk. She owned a warehouse workshop near the docks at Seattle and runs custom machinery business. However, she was also a queen-of-all-trades, dabbling in whatever interesting science she could get her hands into. She was an honest woman that would not snitch on her friends, provided that her friends were good in heart to begin with. If they weren't good in heart, she would have her normal-sized females escort the client off the premises and then call the police.
On the next day, Jerri had bought a reliable yet used basket-like infant carrier to put Evie in so she could take her along with Eva to Big Sally's Machine Shop. The shop, despite the name, was relatively small compared to the other shops around the warehouse area.
"Big Sally's," said Eva.
"Just don't call her big," said Jerri. "She hates that."
"She is big, right?"
"Yes, but a long time ago she used to be very small before she decided to become an Amazon. She's really nostalgic about it and misses being petite."
They went in through the glass door, and the bell that was attached to it. Sally's assistants, Mina, Rin, Leticia, and Patricia stopped their welding work on the latest performance buggy car Sally had them build as a personal hobby. The four assistants dropped their tools, lifted their masks, and ran to Jerri with smiles on their faces.
"Jerri!" they cried.
"Hey gals," Jerri smiled. "How's the car coming?"
"Quite well," said the black and teenage Patricia. "We'll have running for the races in a day or so."
"Jerri, you didn't..." said Eva, implying something sexual.
"Of course not," said Jerri.
"Oh, and whose your girlfriend?" asked the East Asiatic Rin.
"Which one? The Indian or the baby?"
Eva latched her arm onto Jerri's. "My name is Evangeline," she said. "But just call me Eva."
"And in this cute basket is her daughter Evie."
"Our daughter."
"Shh!"
"How cute!" cried the tall and blond Mina. Including herself, the young assistants took Evie into their possession and began cooing and giggling around her.
Finally, Sally appeared from a separate room of the warehouse. She was indeed big, muscular, and dark-skinned, and had red-orange hair. It was her white coat and small glasses that made her look very intelligent.
"Oh, hi Jerri!" squealed Sally.
"Hey Bi--Bi--Bi--Beautiful Sally!" Jerri smiled.
You were about to say big, weren't you? Eva thought.
Sally giggled. She picked up Jerri and hugged her with her massive arms. Eva nearly panicked, for it seemed like she was squeeze-crushing Jerri. However, Jerri landed on her feet in perfect condition, and then she punched Sally's fists as greeting gesture.
"What brings you to my shop?" Sally asked. "Need your oven fixed? Got a new computer? Or do you want some 'toys' for your and your new girlfriend?"
"Sally, this is Eva," said Jerri, "and your assistants are playing with her daughter Evie."
"Our daughter," hissed Eva.
"Um, yeah. Whatever. Say Sally, you wouldn't happen to have a blood extractor and a gene reader machine would you? I need to run some tests."
"I know I have a blood extractor device, but I'm not sure if I have a gene reader. Let me go check in the back."
"We'll help you Sally!" announced Leticia.
"Thank you."
The assistants gave Evie back to Eva and went off to help their master look for the gene reader. During that time, Eva changed Evie's diapers on one of the worktables, and ordered Jerri to dispose the used one.
"Don't order me around," said Jerri.
"You're supposed to be the perfect gentlemen," said Eva as she playfully shook Evie.
"That's the thing--I'M A WOMAN. And stop insisting that she's our child."
"Then don't refer to her as just my child."
"Whatever the case, she's your child for all I know. And get used to it because we don't want the whole world to know."
"I thought you trusted these people here."
"I do! It's just that you've been acting very bitchy lately."
"Zip it."
"No, you zip it."
Sally and her four assistants came back with a smile on their faces. This made Jerri and Eva cover up their fight with their smile.
"We have one," said Sally. "It's a little old, but I guarantee it will work."
"Good," said Jerri. "I want you and your girls to extract blood from me, Eva, and Evie."
"What for?"
"I just need to check something."
"Whatever you say."
"Thanks."
"This won't harm my baby, would it?" Eva asked.
"The needles might bother her," said Sally.
"Sally," said Patricia, "we could use the baby's feces."
"That would work too."
"No," said Jerri. "I need a live blood sample with no decomposition."
"Jerri, you're cruel!" said Eva.
"I don't want to be, but I don't want any errors!"
"What should we do Sally?" asked the red-haired and red-eyed Leticia.
"Even if we do use feces," said Sally, "Jerri still wouldn't be satisfied."
Sally sighed. Her eyes turned on Eva, who was the only one who had the final decision.
"Fine then," said Eva. "We should probably wait until she falls asleep. Will that be all right Jerri?"
"As you wish my honey," Jerri said with a sarcastic bow.
"I don't like that tone of voice," said Eva.
"Jerri," said Sally, "did you get married?"
"Of course not," growled Jerri.
So they waited for a few hours. During that time, everyone except Eva prepared the blood extractor and the gene reader inside the enclosed office room. Then Jerri assisted with Sally and the other girls in assembling the buggy while delving into idle chatter of their city. Eva retreated to an often-used couch to take care of Evie's every needs. She fed her, but used a baby formula instead. And she also changed her diapers again. Occasionally, the assistants dropped by to check on Eva and Evie, and they would sometimes hold the baby. Jerri, however, did not even visit her once.
Finally Evie fell soundly asleep, and Jerri was the first to notice it. Jerri motioned to everyone else to get ready for the blood extraction. With everyone else moving, Eva followed their lead and headed to the office room. Everyone was inside except for Jerri who lingered behind trying to prolong the revelation of Evie's genesis. She passed by the couch where Eva had left her large purse. Everything that she saw in there was still in there, but then she noticed something else that she had not saw before. She fumbled around it and found a loaded gold-plated Berretta 92FS pistol along with four loaded magazines.
"Hey Jerri!" yelled Mina. "We're about to start!"
"Mina come over here!"
Mina came, and Jerri gestured to speak in low whispers. Then Jerri took out one of the magazines and showed it to Mina.
"Do you have any bullets like this?" asked Jerri.
"We might," replied Mina. "Thirty or more. Not sure of the cartridge magazines."
"Just get what you can. I'll pay you back somehow."
"No need to worry about that. That orgy with me and the others month ago is payment well enough."
"About that..."
Mina winked and puts her index finger vertically across her lips. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't tell your spouse."
"Look, she's not my spouse."
"Sure it is."
"She may insist, but we're not. I just don't want her to get so angry."
Jerri patted Mina's shoulder and headed over into the office, which was a lot more furnished and comfortable. Inside, the blood had been extracted from both Eva and Evie without a noticeable fuss. Evie was still asleep in her birthmother's arms. Sally and Patricia were already looking at the flat computer monitor that was hooked up to the gene reader on the ebony desk, and Rin and Leticia were manning the blood extractor.
Without a word, Jerri sits down next to Evie on a burgundy leather couch. She held out her right hand so that that Rin and Leticia could clean the index finger and insert the extractor onto it. The blood extractor machine could accept various extractor apparatus, and what was being used now was the finger-type. It was, in a sense, "the world's smallest syringe", but in reality it was a combination of a retractable microscopic needle many times smaller than a human hair and a micro-vacuum system. Literally, the needle snaked its way through the packed skin cells and sucked only the blood that it was wide enough to accommodate. It took a while to extract at least one drop from Jerri. When the process finished, the extractor was taken off her finger. No need to bandage it, for the blood extractor was a marvel of past technology.
Jerri leapt off the couch and stood between Sally and Patricia. The three were now looking at the monitor, but to Jerri, most of the data was gibberish. However, she already saw three window panels on screen of the DNA sequence of Eva, Evie, and hers.
"Congratulations Jerri," said Patricia. "You're a father! Or mother."
"So half my genes are in Evie," said Jerri.
"That's correct."
"It's a clone?"
"The telomeres are at the right age. It's not a clone."
"Oh. Is she a test-tube baby?"
"Doesn't seem like it. The sugar-phosphate backbone has been left untouched. Besides the usual genetic disposition for diseases and certain behaviors, this baby is as normal as she can be. However, the most shocking thing I have ever seen is that I found both yours and Eva's mitochondria in that child."
"You're shittin' me."
"We're not joking Jerri," said Sally. "You really are the child's 'father'."
Jerri calmed down and sighed. "I need to get out for a sec."
"Sure."
"Let me come with you," said Eva.
"I'll be back," said Jerri. "Just stay there."
Jerri walked out of the office. Mina, who was in the warehouse searching through the personal arms bin for bullets and empty cartridges, noticed Jerri walking outside. Not long after, there was a loud scream. It was Jerri's, for it had a tomboyish tambre.
"Is she happy?" Rin asked.
"Do men act like that when they find out their wife is pregnant?" asked Leticia. "Or maybe it's because that Evie's a girl?"
"Eva," said Sally. "You might want to go after her."
"She said she's going to be back," said Eva.
"Trust me," winked Sally. "Oh, and take your child and your stuff. I don't think Jerri would want to come back after hearing all this."
"Okay. Thank you so much." Eva rose and bowed back to Sally and to her three beautiful assistants. Rin and Leticia helped Evie into her carrier, and then gave the carrier to Eva.
Right as Eva left the office, Mina intercepted her with Eva's large purse in her hand.
"Thank you as well," said Eva.
"I only managed to give you three cartridges," said Mina. "One is filled halfway though. This is on Jerri's request."
"I see then."
"Take care."
Taking the purse, Eva made it outside. As Sally had hinted, Jerri was gone. Eva turned the corner of the building from where they came and saw Jerri quietly walking away.
"Jerri," she called out.
Jerri turned around. "I wasn't running away," she said. "I just needed to pace around a bit."
Eva narrowed her eyes back at her. Jerri was lying. From Eva's eyes, Jerri knew that she had been found out.
"Want to get some lunch?" Jerri asked.
The expression on Eva changed for the better. "Sure," Eva said with a smile.
Jerri waited until Eva caught to her. They began walking to the nearest bus stop. Though it wasn't too far, Eva linked her arms with Jerri, and remained that way until the bus finally came. The muscular female driver, whom Jerri vaguely remembered, smiled at her and her new "spouse" and child as they got on. A few other passengers smiled at them as Jerri and Eva sat down.
"I'm sorry," said Eva. "For bringing this all down to you."
"I suppose voodoo-jitsu is the most plausible answer so far," said Jerri. "Does your family do that kind of thing? Like some sutra or something?"
"Despite being in the Brahmin caste, no."
"Oh. Well..."
Jerri looked at Eva, and through her eyes she asked permission to hold Evie. Eva gave the sleeping Evie to Jerri. By then, the bus started and headed back to the innards of the city.
"Was she a lot of trouble for you?" Jerri asked.
"Lots," smiled Eva.
They got off close to Jerri's apartment and nearest to a "mom & mom" diner. Its name was Floralia, and it was owned by two lesbians who were almost always seen arguing in public. It was also said that they also have the hottest sex whenever they got home, something Jerri found to be amusingly romantic. The diner was staffed by pretty women in girlishly pink waitresses uniforms that enhanced their bust and exposed their cleavage. It was a very popular spot for tourists and return costumers, and Jerri had made her presence there.
There were giggling whispers around them right as Jerri and Eva had entered. Jerri had sometimes entered the diner with a woman; even mothers with newborn children. But something about her being with Eva made her somewhat "settled" and "familial".
Jerri and Eva sat down at their own booth-table, and the twin waitresses Aya and Brea took their orders. As they waited, Evie finally woke up and cried. Eva quieted her down with a snack from the milk bottle.
"Is it appropriate to breast feed in this country?" Eva asked.
"If lesbianism's sanctioned, then almost anything is possible," said Jerri. "Just don't show your cunt. That's a big no-no."
"Okay," Eva smiled. "This seems like a nice country to live in. A perfect place to stay in."
"Getting in is very difficult, as you have experienced."
"I snuck in."
"Good thing you didn't get caught--or killed. Did you bring anything else with you besides your purse?"
"No."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm staying with you."
"So we're going to form this ad-hoc family thin."
"If that is what you call it, then yes."
Jerri sighed. She rested her chin on her hand.
"I have money," said she, "but it won't last."
"I didn't bring any," said Eva.
"Living here isn't exactly cheap."
"We'll manage."
"I sure hope so."
Jerri pulled out her wallet and looked inside. She made a mistake and discovered that she didn't have enough paper bills to pay for the food. There was just seven dollars.
"Something wrong?" Eva asked.
"No, it's nothing!" Jerri replied with an uneasy smile. "Actually, I have to make a quick call to my doctor. I have to make these regular check-ups for the jobs I do."
"Okay."
Jerri walked off towards the payphone next to the restroom and the employee access that was out of sight from Eva's eyes. It was a lie. She wasn't making a call. She was trying to make a decision what to do in the upcoming embarrassing situation. She could brave it out and confess to Eva that she didn't have enough money on her. In fact, she spent her hard-earned savings on the baby carrier, diapers, toys, a baby bottle, and the baby formula early in the morning. What was in her wallet was all she had left. Then there was the issue of paying off the mortgage bill for the apartment. She needed fast money, or she would never forgive herself for being a dishonorable breadwinner.
Just then, the twins Aya and Brea came out of from the employee access door. Seeing Jerri frustrating herself, they ran to her side.
"Jerri," said Brea. "Are you okay?"
Jerri looked up. "Girls," said she. "Do you have any money on you?"
"Sure. Anything for you."
"So what do you want?"
"What?"
"I have to give you something in return."
"No, that's okay," said Aya. "It's on us."
"That won't do. Look, I'll give you two oral and fingering for ten dollars each. It's a sweet deal! You're essentially getting a fifty-percent discount! What do you say?"
"Well..."
"Please girls? For my honor."
After much thinking, the twins nodded. Jerri's face brightened, and she allowed Aya and Brea to take each of her hands and lead her into the employee's locker room.
Meanwhile in the diner, food was finally served to Eva's table, but by a different waitress named Camille Fosia, who was a tall, lanky, and tomboyish black woman with blond-dyed hair that looked almost neon-yellow.
"Hey, what happened to those twins?" asked Eva.
"Dunno," said Camille. "The two of them suddenly had a bathroom break. At least that's what my manager says. I bet they're sexing each other up."
"That's gross."
"Unfortunately, they only have sex with each other since their teens. The only exception would be Jerri."
"That's not surprising. Say, have you seen Jerri around?"
"She was by the restrooms."
"Where the phone is at."
"Yes."
"Was she talking?"
"I'm not sure."
Eva's heart began to pound with worry. She stood up from her seat and shuffled past Camille.
"Miss Fosia, can you please watch my baby for a while?" Eva asked.
"Okay," said Camille. "But what are you doing?"
Eva was well away from Camille as she frantically dashed across the restaurant. She went past the pay phone and searched both restrooms. Then she burst through the employee access door. The kitchen was ahead, but the short left hallway led to the employee lounge and lockers. A cook and a waitress ran past her towards the employee lockers. Eva followed them and saw that a crowd had gathered at a corner watching a scene and listening to the intense moans of two girls. The air was hot and sensual. Something was going on, and there were a few female-to-female couples making out, while the rest watched the scene with gulping voyeurism with hands dug into their soaking crotches.
"Dear God," gasped Eva.
Resisting the erotic air, she forced her way through the crowd and found a disturbing sight. The twins were naked, and their legs were interlocked so that their identical vaginas came in close contact. Although they would have done tribadism while they were alone with each other, the experience was a lot more pleasurable with Jerri going down on them simultaneously.
"Jerri!" Eva yelled. "Jerri!"
Startled, Jerri turned around but nearly fell backward. The mood was broken, and Aya and Brea started back at Eva with shock.
"Ah, Eva!" Jerri cried as she wiped the clear ejaculate from her mouth. "I can explain."
Eva didn't feel like staring down at Jerri's innocent face. She turned back to the crowd and pushed them away.
"Piss off!" she yelled. "Piss off! Piss off and get back to work!"
"Aw, woman," whined a cook, "why did you have to go and do that?"
"We already paid for the viewing fee," said waitress.
"Viewing fee?" gasped Eva.
"Five dollars per person," smiled Jerri. "It's a one of a time bargain from ten dollars."
Eva then saw Aya and Brea trying to walk away as well as getting dressed.
"You two!" she barked.
"Ah, it's Jerri's girl," said Brea.
"Look, we're sorry," said Aya, "but Jerri came on to us."
"She needed money."
"I can't believe you Jerri!" said Eva.
"What are you getting so worked for?" Jerri asked. "I do this almost every day."
"But you could have..."
"It was just oral."
"Just oral? The nerve of you!"
Eva stepped right into Jerri and began searching her pants' pockets. She took out the wallet and found it to be stuffed with a great number of five-dollar Pacific Mariner bills and some ten-dollar ones.
"How much do you two pay her?" Eva asked the twins.
"Twenty dollars total," replied Aya.
Eva took out twenty and handed it towards Aya and Brea.
"Take it," Eva commanded.
"It's okay," said Aya. "We didn't get the full course, but you and Jerri need it for the family, right?"
"I was short on cash actually," said Jerri. "I realized I didn't have enough to pay for lunch."
"How much money was originally in your wallet?" Eva asked.
"Just seven dollars."
Eva took out all of the money save for the seven dollars. The dry bills felt repulsively tainted, and Eva slammed it onto the bench. She then snatched Jerri's hand and stormed out of the employee's locker room and back into the dining area. Evie was loudly wailing, and a confused Camille held her in her arms rocking her.
"Thanks Miss Fosia," said Eva.
"Hey Jerri," greeted Camille.
"Hey Camille," greeted Jerri.
"Jerri, give her the seven dollars," said Eva.
"Sure."
Camille handed Evie to Eva, who then put her into the carrier. Jerri gave the seven dollars, her remaining money to Eva, or reluctantly accepted as a tip for looking after Evie. With Eva all packed up, she took Jerri's hand and made way for the exit.
"Bye Camille," said Jerri.
"Bye Jerri," said Camille.
Eva felt sickened that such a friendly place could be so perverted, especially when Jerri was in their midst. She had to lead her daughter and Jerri away as much as possible, even if she had to bump through other pedestrians, including one police officer. The officer happened to be the Asiatic and purple-haired Aureal Zanzì, who was just visiting her lover Camille back at the diner. Aureal was about to interfere with Jerri and Eva's problem, but Camille showed up and silently communicated to Aureal to just watch.
"You're hurting my hand you know," said Jerri.
"You deserve it," hissed Eva.
Jerri snapped her hand away from Eva, and the two of them finally stopped to face each other.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jerri asked. "This is way more bitchier than usual. You're destroying the nice image I had of you."
"I didn't like it when you whored yourself to them," said Eva. "We have a family now, and it's about high time you get an honest job for our daughter."
"She's your daughter! Not mine!"
"Your genes and mitochondria are part of her!"
"Shh! Not so loud!"
"Whatever the case, you have to be good role model."
"Look, I'll help support her, but I won't raise her."
"How could you not? You're a part of her life."
"Ever since you came back to my life, you've been screwing it up. I hate being ordered around more than anything! You don't command me Eva! I run my own life!"
"Oh really? Not when you sell yourself to the entire city for filthy money. When the price is right, you'll do anything."
"Did you forget that you were also a client? How would Evie react when she knew her other mother lost her virginity to some whore?"
Eva walked up and slapped Jerri.
"You're lucky you're holding Evie or I would have kicked your ass," snarled Jerri. "I despise women like you."
At that moment, Eva became frightened by Jerri's piercing eyes. Then Eva became deeply saddened, as if her heart had been pierced.
"How could you say that about me?" wept Eva. "You're cruel. You're cruel!"
Eva broke down to her knees crying, and her wails overpowered that of Evie's. Soon a crowd gathered around them, but were held back by officer Zanzì and her compatriots. Jerri looked around and saw everyone murmuring amongst themselves.
"She made a girl cry," said a woman.
"She even has a child," said another.
"That's Jerri for you."
Jerri's face became red with embarrassment.
"Eva, stop," said Jerri.
"I love you," wept Eva.
"Oh, not this."
"I love you Jerri. I love you, I love you, I love you!"
"It's not going to work."
"You're a cruel woman Jerri. You may have lots of friends, but you think of nothing but yourself and money."
"But I try to protect them!"
"You're not! You're afraid of getting close to people! You're afraid to trust! You're afraid of falling in love! If you can't accept the complete kindness of others, you'll be nothing more than a selfish and greedy whore!"
"I guess I am," sighed Jerri.
She offered her right hand out almost angelically to Eva, who then began to dry her tears and calm down. At the same time, Evie also quieted down. Eva looked up and saw Jerri smiling very earnestly.
"Come on," said Jerri, calmly. "Let's go home before we further distract everyone from their business."
Eva nodded. She took Jerri's hand and allowed herself to be lifted up back to her feet. Jerri brushed the last of Eva's tears and patted her shoulders. The crowd let out a polite cheer and applauded.
"Jerri, you player!" cried a teenage bystander.
"Rock on!" cried her friend.
"Okay, okay," said Aureal. "Everyone clear off. Show's over. Nothing more to see here."
"Thanks a lot Aureal," said Jerri.
"It's no trouble," Aureal smiled. "After all, it was you that brought me and Camille together."
"The details of how it happened we will not reveal," blushed Camille.
"Of course. In respect for the future Misses Adams and her daughter."
Despite the innuendo, Eva blushed.
"We'll see you later Jerri," waved Camille as she and Aureal began walking back to the diner. "I'm make sure the whole restaurant apologizes for that incident."
"See ya," waved Jerri.
With Camille and Aureal linking arms and advancing their pace, Eva picked the carrier containing Evie and followed Jerri back to the apartment.
"Camille and Aureal met when my client organized a six-girl trib orgy," Jerri said right before the front door.
"Ah," said Eva. She decided not to become angry anymore at Jerri's sexual antics. After unlocking the door, the two and their child entered.
"Fortunately no woman came up with a bastard child when I came to this city," continued Jerri as she put away Eva's and her own jackets. "That is until you came along."
"I'm sorry," said Eva. "For what I did just now."
"It's all right," said Jerri. "After all, I am nothing but a selfish and greedy slut."
"But you're more than that Jerri."
Jerri headed into the kitchen and searched the refrigerator and cupboards the remainder of any food. There was a pizza box with a two slices in it of unknown age she put in the oven. Then she served out crumbs from a tortilla chip bag onto a stained plastic bowl, two cans of beer, and Evie's filled bottle of baby formula. Eva carried Evie into the kitchen and sat down on the small oval table across from Jerri. All three started drinking.
"Whore with the heart of gold perhaps?" said Jerri. She chuckled a bit and slouched in her chair.
"We prostitutes and escorts aren't meant to have long-standing relationships," she continued. "Some had tried, and some of those who did broke up very tragically."
"Have you ever loved someone with all your heart?" Eva asked.
"You, perhaps."
"Oh," Eva blushed. "I didn't realize."
"At first, I was afraid of falling in love, and denied those feelings since I first met you. I always felt that in the end that the people close to me will always hurt me in the end. You see, the headmistress raped me when I was seven. At ten, I was essentially sold to a middle aged woman and her Amazon who did many things to me. I ran away from the joke of a foster family at the age of thirteen to live on my own on. I sold my presence and body since then, and at first the jobs were quite brutal and bordered to rape essentially. But I kept myself strong knowing that I can escape the hell one day at a time with a few dollars in my hand. Even when I have finally grown up, women looked at me as some exotic pet they want to keep locked up forever. Yet for some reason, you seem different."
"Probably because I'm somewhat similar to you. I'm just used as a bargaining chip for my grandmother's empire. Despite our prestige, we women of the Nataraja family are prisoners. The outside world isn't safe, and neither the inside. Cousins will murder cousins in an effort to win grandmother's favors and eventually get themselves a man. Even then, a man's position in my family is even worse."
"About your husband--did you two do it?"
"Yes."
"How was it?"
"I don't know. My husband is maybe not what I expected."
"His dick is too small?"
"I'm not sure. Making love to him was the first time I seen it in real life, and it took a while to make become erect. No, it wasn't love. We were watched with scrutiny as if it was some science experiment. His penetration of me was mildly pleasurable, but throughout the intercourse my mind was always on you Jerri. You were all I thought about since my marriage.
"After the intercourse, I didn't see my husband again since he was always sick and constantly needed treatment. I became pregnant, but my distant cousin and me discovered that it was not his child. Something compelled me to compare your DNA with Evie's and I discovered that you were the father. From that moment, I knew I was in danger, for if my grandmother discovered that not only the child was girl but also yours as well, she would both disown me and execute me and my child. I couldn't bear that thought! I had to run away to find you!"
Evie began crying. It was about time to change her diapers, and it was about the same time that the slices of pizza of unknown age were reheated. After the diaper change, Eva and Jerri began eating.
"I suppose I'm the same as you Jerri," said Eva. "I couldn't be with you because I wanted to protect you from the prison that is my family. I'm such a terrible woman."
"You know, I thought of you from time to time," said Jerri. "It has occurred to me that while I was having sex with all these women, I saw your face. I nearly got beaten up after I uttered your name in one session. Funny because the woman's name was Eva--at least her nickname was."
"So what are you going to do about work?"
"Beats me."
"You're a good fighter. You can be a bodyguard or a bouncer."
"That's a problem in itself. Because of my reputation, I can't get a normal job nor could I work normally. If I were a bouncer at some nightclub, the girls would flock to me instead of the nightclub in question. Then there would be the employers would simply not leave me alone."
"You're that popular?"
"Oh yes. My fame has spread throughout the whole world, even though I've only roamed around this continent."
"I bet you have a lot of interesting tales to tell."
"Indeed. Let's face facts, I may have to sell my body again to raise funds for you and your child."
"No. I won't allow it."
"My life is flashing before my eyes."
"You're not dead yet. You're just not trying hard enough to find your calling in life."
"A deadbeat father-mother?"
"Jerri, you're going to have to demand to these people that you've quit being a prostitute and escort. I'm sure they'll listen."
"The mayor, the president, and the president's wife are going to throw a huge tantrum when they hear about it."
"They won't. This time tomorrow you are going to look for an honest job."
"Aw..."
"Don't whine. Just do as I say."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'll be a stay-at-home mother."
"Can't it be the other way?"
"Technically, Evie came out of my womb, so I'm the mother--or femme. Or whatever you call it."
"Can't I be the mother? I'm a woman too."
"No."
"You're cruel. I can see where you inherited that trait."
"Don't compare me to my grandmother."
"Whatever."
Their lunch was then finished. For the remainder of the day was concentrated in watching over Evie and wasting their time in between. It was a tough job for the two of them, for Evie cried a lot and loudly, and also pooped and peed a lot. Jerri and Eva were almost always tired of taking care of her, watching her, and playing with her. There were some peaceful moments, such as a moment's nap or when they were watching television together. Despite all this, it was a like serene dream. Jerri watched Evie crawl after the ball she had bought her in the early morning with a smile. She wondered if this was the life families had.
They could barely eat, let alone make dinner. While Evie was well fed, Eva and Jerri were starving, and they ate the last bits of leftover Chinese-style food and drank the last pints of beer. Evie cried again, but they simply left her on her own on the couch. Both Eva and Jerri slumped on the floor, exhausted.
"On second thought," said Eva, "maybe I should look for a job, and you take care of Evie."
"No can do," said Jerri. "I've declared that I'm the breadwinner."
"Think of me for a change. I've had to bear the burden of carrying her in my womb for almost nine months. And I wasted all my money on her while looking for you."
Evie wailed even louder.
"Do something about her," Jerri said.
"I'm too tired," moaned Eva.
"Damn it woman. You're the worst wife."
"Takes one to know one."
"Fine. We'll settle this gun, claw, and hammer."
Gun, claw, and hammer was like rock, paper, and scissors in the old days, but the format hadn't changed much. However, Jerri had the unfortunate luck of underestimating Eva, who was bred in her family to win at everything.
"I hate you," wince Jerri.
So Jerri got off the floor and picked up Evie off the couch. She rocked her back and forth with a droning moan.
"Sing something to her," said Eva.
"Sheesh, all right."
Jerri cleared her throat, and then sung the most obscene lesbian-erotic lullaby ever. Then again, it wasn't even a lullaby in the first place. It was a hip-hop song that she liked. Eva would have slapped her for singing such a song, but she was too tired. So she simply stared and glared.
"You can't sing that!" she hissed.
"I don't know any other songs," said Jerri. "Doesn't matter what I sing. These babies don't know words anyway."
"Didn't they sing you something like that in the orphanage?"
"Love songs--the kind they play when two people are about to make love."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Oh look! Evie's asleep now."
"Really?"
Evie was indeed asleep, and Eva got up to look at her peaceful face. She and Jerri sat together on the couch just looking at her. Simultaneously they felt a sense of calm entering their bodies. It may not look like it, but they could feel that a part of Eva was in her, as was a part of Jerri.
"She really has your eyes," smiled Eva.
"You're just saying that," said Jerri.
"I guess I am."
They cleared the floor and put some kind of barrier as a makeshift crib. After laying blankets and on the ground, they gently lay Evie in the middle. Yawning, they slowly walked away to the only bedroom of the house while keeping their eyes on their child.
"I guess we should go to sleep too," said Jerri.
"I guess so."
"Good night."
"Good night."
It was an awkward moment. Both Jerri and Eva stood at the doorway of the bedroom glancing at each other and looking around. Jerri seemed to forget to ask Eva if she wanted to sleep on the bed with Evie, while she slept in the living room. Or perhaps she secretly wanted all three to sleep on the same bed. Such thoughts gave way as Jerri was entrenched by Eva's motherly beauty, as was Eva entrenched by Jerri's subtle masculinity.
They closed their eyes and kissed. They pulled back staring into each other. Then they kissed again. The kisses became passionately longer. During which, Jerri's hands ran across Eva's buttocks, and Eva's hands running up Jerri's blouse and into her breasts.
Clutching their bodies, Eva and Jerri spiraled each other into the bed. They continued kissing, and while doing so their grabbed tufts their hair as well as their breasts. Eva managed to become on top first, and she parted for a short while from Jerri's lips so she could remove her long-sleeved blouse and her bra. Her breasts were larger than before, and it excited Jerri to a smile. Eva aggressively took off Jerri's sweater and bra, and then lowered herself down for a kiss that allowed them to mash their breasts and nipples. As they continued kissing, they two women slipped off their pants and their panties to expose their lubricated vaginas into the cool air.
There was no routine to follow and no time deadline. Jerri could do what she wanted and how she wanted unlike her many previous clients. She allowed herself to be thrown into Eva's intimate presence. Never before she felt so free and euphoric. Eva was now the woman Jerri completely surrendered to.
First Eva moved forward so that her vagina was right above Jerri's face. Jerri immediately set to work in pleasing it with her tongue. Eva moaned lustfully and maintained her balance by holding to the wall. It was so great that she literally scratched deeply into the wall.
"Jerri."
"Hm?"
"I want to do it together."
"All right."
Remaining on top, Eva turned around and went down onto Jerri's vagina to titillate it. She soon started lapping up her sparkling ejaculate while Jerri sucked up Eva's. After one or two orgasms, Eva turned around and vigorously kissed Jerri, during which they exchanged and mixed their own pleasant-tasting cum into their mouths.
Without realizing, their legs were interlocked. Jerri rolled over so that she was on top and Eva was happily on the bottom. Clasping their hands onto one another, Jerri began humping her vagina onto Eva's, and finally increased in speed and intensity as they started moaning. Absorbed in this pleasure, the completely lost track of time. The bed rattled noisily and they screamed over and over as they orgasmed for a great many times. During this time while humping, Jerri's upper body fell onto Eva's so that her breasts could mash against hers and so that she could kiss her. When they thought they were getting tired or felt it was the last one, they became hot humped some more. Their sex lasted many hours. Eva felt as if a lot Jerri had poured through her vulva and into her uterus.
Evie had been awake the whole time silently watching with innocent curiosity her mothers mating.
Seattle had always been a free city where people can come in, but not necessarily to stay in. The country that it was in, however, was highly secured and nearly impenetrable, though it had no walls, barbwire fences, and land mines. Pacific Mariner had one the most cost-effective and deadly border security in the continent of North America, or perhaps the entire world.
Pacific Mariner supposedly had control of a spy satellite of long ago, but they don't solely rely on that. They also had a fleet of helicopters, small airplanes, a couple of airships, and border security on motorcycles, buggies, robotic horses, or hover bike. There were large towers with an array of security cameras and a lost technology known as the Entity Targeting System. Sometimes the towers automated sniper gunners would shoot any unauthorized trespasser or any suspicious person or persons who were running to and from the city with deadly accuracy. Most of the shootings were done by human female snipers (and sometimes female androids and Amazons) equipped with guns that not only could shoot far away, but could also follow a target until it had silenced it.
The twenty year-old Jeremiah Charity Nataraja and his company, despite their familial lineages, would be considered very suspicious, and Pacific Mariner would have them shot them down if they attempted to enter through the road gates, air gates, or cross through the tundra-like wilderness. A while ago his caravan of three SUVs, one van, ten robotic horses, six mono-bikes, two hover bikes, and one hulking Garuda Interceptor Mk. II-SZ, an aerial attack robot, had went off the road and made an encampment.
He sat in the van in his bed coughing and wheezing. He was covered head-to-toe in dark red robes, and his face was veiled so that only his blue and brown eyes were shown. Underneath these robes cover almost his entire waist was a composite-metal belt "cup", something like a chastity belt that protected his sperm from force harvesting and his body from outright rape. His belt rattled and sometimes clanged whenever he moved. In this special van, he was hooked up to a chemical pouches that constantly pumped his medicine into his veins as well as a sensors that constantly monitored his health on the monitor equipment that surrounded him.
His personal doctor, Anila Nataraja, was charged in taking care of him. Thus, she was forcibly sterilized to prevent her from mating with him. She sat very close to him constantly watchful and always concerned. Despite being in an armored van, she feared for his safety. Their driver, the Amazon Kelly Richardson, was also alert of the surroundings. Sitting next her was the hired mercenary, the middle-aged Farrah Drake with her assault rifle in her hands. Seemingly distracted was the bespectacled Devi Kunigo tapping her away in her silver-aluminum laptop computer.
She wanted to touch him, but refrained herself from doing so even though she had complete authorization from the Congregational Corporation and Nataraja Agriculture. Then again, she and Jeremiah were not supposed to be here. Though they weren't marked for expulsion or death, more than likely they would meet their dooms if they returned to their matriarchs. Jeremiah was nothing more than a bargaining chip like his wife, Eva. If he didn't produce a male at first mating, his medical support would be withdrawn from him and he would die. Even so, he did not have long to live anyway. He had to seek out the wife he was forcibly married to and find out why she ran away and if she was still alive.
Jeremiah coughed again.
"Sir, don't push yourself," said Anila. "We should go to a city in Dakota for your treatment."
"Not when I am so close," said Jeremiah.
"Reports say that Eva is doing fine and living with another woman."
"I see. Given the circumstances, I don't blame her."
"Jeremiah, don't say that about yourself. You are a great man."
"You're being paid to say that."
"No one's paying me, remember? It's just that..."
"Mona's come back," said Farrah.
The dark skinned Mona Runner had come back on foot from her scouting. She approached the side window of the van wheezing, and Anila opened up the window.
"Can we get in?" Anila asked.
"Even with the Garuda, there'd be no way," said Mona.
"Perhaps we should send one of us in there," suggested Farrah. "Then we can use her to lure Eva out."
"That could be an option," said Anila.
"We've got a problem," announced Devi. "The Congregational Corporation and Nataraja Agriculture have just launched their airship fleets and are heading into Pacific Mariner as we speak. Eva has been found out."
"But I destroyed the data."
"They must have been tipped off."
"What is the time of estimated arrival?"
"Five days from now."
Jeremiah began to cough violently, and Anila rushed to his aid.
"Jeremy, hold on!" Anila asked.
"The nerve of my grandmothers!" he growled. "Why can't they leave us alone?"
"Is this an honor thing?" asked Farrah.
"Something like that," replied Devi.
"We're going to have to into hiding in the town we passed," said Anila. "Mona."
"Yes?" Mona answered.
"You have a special assignment. You have to go undercover into Seattle. Find Eva and warn her."
"Yes ma'am."
Mona ran off to one of the SUVs and changed into her civilian clothes. After donning a backpack containing her fake identification, a personal guard of Anila and Jeremiah gave her a mono-bike. Mona rode off. Then, everyone hitched onto or got into their vehicles. The Garuda Interceptor hovered off the ground as Jeremiah's caravan drove slowly into hiding.
"You know they'll have difficulty getting in as we are," reported Devi. "They'll probably delay the force for a couple of days."
"They could arrive in two days and sent their spies already," said Anila.
"Let us not idle," said Jeremiah. "My spirit will keep this broken body alive until I see my wife once more."
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