Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Pickup Number Eighteen
Part: 3 of 7
Universe: The Swarm
Summary: The resulting circus when a Confederation Space Marines pickup team
drops in on a diner.

Keywords: ScFi MF Mf MFf Mff reluc ir voy exhib oral anal humil

Chapter 3

	"What's up?" Tom asked.

	"I don't want you to get sold a pig in a poke.  Vickie is nobody's
fool, but she's also a mother -- and as callous as she sounds about this..."

	"Yeah." Tom grunted.  "Still, it takes a lot of moxie to say, 'will
you get kids on my teenage daughter?'  She's gutsy -- and you have a good
eye."

	"She knew we were here several minutes before everyone else did -- and
she was stopping women at the register -- without causing a fuss -- so they
would have a chance," I told him.  "That's SERIOUS guts."

	Tom rubbed his jaw.  "Damn straight."

	"We still have a problem," I told him.  "The kid isn't here.  Even if
she was, she couldn't get through the field."

	"Fuck."

	"Well, I might be able to bend the rules a bit, but it will be
dangerous.  We have everything under control right now, but to get her we'll
need to release the field -- while we're still here -- and go outside and
collect her and transport out.  Those being left behind aren't gonna be happy
about that -- things could get serious.  At the moment, I'm willing to risk it
-- but I'm gonna put her through the wringer, first.  And ultimately, it's
your call -- you're being cool about it, but you don't have to do anything
about her kid."

	"Yeah, I know."

	"If you take her, you WILL have to fuck her -- or give her to someone
else who will," I pointed out.  "Personally, I think it's a good thing -- you
need one really young one in your stable and I know you've been dragging your
feet..."

	Tom merely grunted.

	Vickie was coming back, at the trot, her purse in her hands.  Her
chest had developed a delightful shimmy.  When she stopped, I figured that her
nipples might have dropped an inch or so, but that just argued that they were
all real.  She produced a picture, and yeah, daughter was a babe -- a sultry
brunette with a pout, even in a school picture.  "Do you have her ID number?"
I asked.

	"Yes, give me a second..."

	While Vickie dug in her purse, I turned to Bet.  "Give me that thing,"
I told her, and she surrendered her data link to our AI in orbit.

	Bet shook her head.  "When are you gonna learn?"

	"I'm not," I replied.  "If you do shit by the book all of the time,
you miss opportunities."

	"Opportunities to kill or injure selectees," the AI muttered into my
implant, "if I understand your plan."

	I sighed.  "Are you telling me no?"

	"I cannot stop you," the AI declaimed.  "Besides, you have been highly
successful, to date.  And, as you have indicated, the introduction of an
occasional random element tends to increase efficiency."

	I reached for the address book Vickie was holding out while she
watched me with her head cocked.  "Pretend I'm wearing a headset," I told her.
"I am -- you just can't see it."

	"Ah."  She looked mildly relieved that she wasn't dealing with a crazy
person who talked to himself.  I do, though, of course.

	I input the ID number into the data link and pulled up the girl's data
-- and a picture, which I compared with the one Vickie had produced, to make
sure we weren't being sold down the river.  She was on the up and up.  "Kid
has good numbers, in general," I noted, handing the link to Tom, who held it
gingerly while glancing over them.

	"Like her mama," he muttered.  I hadn't seen her ID, so I leaned over
and punched a couple of buttons.  Vickie had a six point one.  The AI murmured
in my ear, "You DO have a good eye.  This is an excellent specimen, from a
number of perspectives."

	"Thanks," I muttered under my breath.  Tom flicked me a look, but said
nothing.  I turned to Vickie and let Evil Me have the reins, handing the link
back to Bet.  "Okay, I'm being asked to break the rules, here," I announced.
"Your kid is outside, and can't get in.  That presents a serious problem.
Right now, nobody can get in here and disturb us, and we have control of what
is going on.  Normally, when that control ends is when we transport out.  What
you're asking for is for me to release the field and get to your daughter
somehow and THEN transport out -- in the uproar that is gonna occur when we
release the field.  Teams have been shot, knifed, trampled -- you name it --
while trying to operate under those conditions."

	"So the answer is no?" Vickie looked crestfallen.

	"Actually, it brings us to a question," I replied.  "What's in it for
me?  Why should I risk my skin, breaking a perfectly good protocol, for one
uppity sixteen-year-old?"  I leered at her.  "We can try to make this work,
but she's going to have to pay her fare.  I'm gonna allow you to use your cell
phone, briefly.  At the current rate..."  I swept my eyes over the room, where
the guys were doing God knows what -- but not selecting any women, apparently.
"She has twenty minutes to appear in the parking lot.  She needs to be here
when the last of the others transports out, because the longer we wait, the
worse it gets, outside and in.  If you get her on the phone, you need to
impress upon her that she CANNOT be fashionably late -- if you catch her
coming out of the shower, she should arrive here naked and wet -- got me?"

	"Yes."  Vickie nodded warily.

	"If she gets here, I'll collapse the field after the last of the
others transports out, and we'll take a run at collecting her -- but I won't
let any of us get killed, so it's not guaranteed.  If we succeed -- and you
need to make this clear to her on the phone, it's her one decision in this
matter -- she pays me, personally, for the privilege by allowing me to collect
all three of her cherries -- or however many of them are left, anyway."  My
eyes bored into Vickie's.  "And since you got her her discount ticket, you get
to watch."

	Vickie turned green.  "That makes me a sorry sonofabitch, doesn't it?"
I asked her rhetorically.  "Actually, there's a method to my madness.  Tom,
here, is likely to get chivalrous and avoid doing what he's supposed to do --
screw the little bitch and produce some kids by her.  But if I remove the
various barriers of her chastity, he's more likely to get around to it.
Besides, my women are a month away, and I haven't been laid in a while."  This
was a lie, but I didn't expect Bet to argue.

	Vickie opened her mouth and I raised a finger.  "Don't," I told her.
"In the first place, you no longer own your holes -- he does -- so you need to
go through him to make that offer.  And in the second, I've already told you
the OTHER reason I'm doing it."

	Vickie stepped back and nodded.  "So it's up to you -- you can call
her, and we can go through this rigmarole and she can pay the price of her
ticket, or you can pass."  I held out my hands, making like a balance scale,
"So, death, or a fate worse than death?"  I tipped back and forth, pretending
to weigh the options.

	Vickie eyed me.  "You're a bastard all right -- but you're not nearly
as bad as you want everyone to think."  She flipped open her phone.

	"Bet, open the channel," I directed.

	"Done," Bet replied.  "you old softie."

	"Hey!" I protested.

	"I'm not telling her anything she doesn't already know."

	"I'm gonna fuck her!" I insisted.

	Vickie looked up as she put the phone to her ear.  "And she'd better
tell everyone in sight how great it is, or I'm gonna slap the shit out of her.
And after that, when you've recovered -- if he says it's okay -- I'M gonna
fuck you."  She turned away to concentrate on the phone.  "Kellie?  Where are
you?  Drop your girlfriends like a hot rock and get to the restaurant as fast
as that hybrid Toyota will go!"  There was a half-second pause for jabber.
"Shut up!  There's a pickup going on right here, right now -- understand?  A
Confederacy pickup -- THAT'S what kind of pickup!  No, I'm NOT lying -- MOVE
YOUR ASS!"  More jabber.  "What about them?"

	I put my hand on her arm.  "Girlfriends?"

	"Three."

	"Get 'em moving, we'll negotiate on the way."

	Vickie turned back to the phone.  "Get them into the car.  Let Becky
drive -- she has a lead foot.  MOVE!"  There was a pause.  "Are you moving?
Good.  No, she can't -- do you have any idea how difficult this is?"

	"Put it on speaker," I told her, and pointed her at a corner.

	She did so.  "Yes I do, Mom," poured from the speaker, "that's why I'm
having a hard time believing you!  Tina got caught outside a pickup -- they
use some kind of field, and you can't get in or out!"

	"I'm going to try to get you after the field is released," I said into
the phone.  "No promises -- and if I manage, you'll owe me, BIG time, all of
you -- but your mama is gone, whether you make it or not!"

	"Who is this?"

	"Names wouldn't matter to you, but I'm running this circle-jerk," I
replied.  "Are you peddling your little pink butt over here?  When all of the
acts are over we're folding the tent and saying bye bye -- and if you aren't
here..."

	"We're coming!  We're coming!" someone screamed in the background.
"Five minutes!"

	"I'll leave the delicate part of the negotiation to you," I told
Vickie.  "Their asses are all mine, to dispose of however I see fit -- except
your daughter's -- and I'll be seeing THAT, too!"  I walked away.

	Things were proceeding 'way too slowly.  I wandered over to Hugh, who
was walking the first row -- again.  "What's up?"

	"I've seen the scores, and I've got a couple of favorites, but..."

	"But what?"

	"I don't want to get in anyone else's way."

	"Somebody's got to start it," I pointed out.  The good news was that
Martin and Dolly, hand in hand, were working Row Two -- and talking to some
woman who seemed to be going to some effort to put her tale across.  "Stop
being so damned considerate."

	"Some of them..." Hugh shrugged.  "I could be getting a pig in a
poke."

	"Have 'em skin down, then.  Get what you want -- it's what we're here
for."  I moved to discover what Martin and Dolly had run into.

	"We're a couple," the little redhead was saying, "And I'm two months
pregnant.  That's Tim there..."  She pointed at a decent-looking sort.  "He
doesn't know..."

	"So, what do you want?" I asked, cutting to the chase from behind the
couple.

	"A miracle, I guess," the young woman said, lowering her eyes.  "I
want to go -- and I want to take Tim.   She can do that..."

	"Yes, she can," I agreed.  Turning to Dolly, I asked, "Do you have any
inclination to interview this Tim?"

	"We've agreed that Martin gets to choose the women," Dolly murmured,
"but I get a veto.  Likewise..."  She glanced at Martin.

	"You can't win if you don't play," I grunted, "and nobody is playing
yet.  Martin, this one already has a bun in the oven, which is a plus.  Even
if you don’t want the sperm donor, she looks half-assed decent to me.  Are you
interested?"

	"Well, yeah..."  Martin glanced at Dolly.

	"Good.  Honey, show the man your tits while I drag your boyfriend down
here for Dolly to look at."  The girl gave me a blank look.  "Now, or I
withdraw my support."  She started hauling at her blouse.

	"This is embarrassing," Dolly muttered.

	"It's necessary.  We're at a dead stop here," I told her.  "Do you
want to see the kid she's hung up on?"

	"Yes."  Dolly was looking at Red's exposed chest.

	"Don't worry, whatever dairy farm she comes up with, tell 'em you want
twenty-five percent more," I chided.  "Hey, which one of you weenies belongs
to Red, here?"

	There were a couple of liars, so I got Red to point out the right one.
"Get down here, beside her, and interview with the lady."  While he climbed
down from his perch, I whispered to Martin, "When he gets here, feel her up."

	"But..."

	"Don't argue.  I've done this a couple of times."  I gave Dolly a
look.  "Concentrate on him."  The kid arrived -- a clean-cut, fresh-faced lad.
"Show the lady your ID."  He had it in hand, and passed it over.  I glanced at
Martin who deliberately reached out and started giving Red a breast exam.  The
kid got VERY agitated.  "Look, Hot Rod," I addressed him.  "If this couple
takes on the pair of you, he'll be sticking his dick in her, regularly.  If
you're a good boy, this nice lady will give you something to do with yourself
while it's happening.  If I was you, I'd concentrate on her, because Red can
CERTAINLY leave here on her own merits."

	"Yessir."  His eyes flicked back to Dolly, who asked him a couple of
perfunctory questions.  The kid had good numbers, but I could see that we were
at a stopping place -- again.

	"Show the lady your dick," I told him.

	His eyes popped.  He looked at Red, then Martin, then Dolly, then me
-- and undid his belt.  In a second or two, his trousers were below his ass.
Dolly stood there, ogling it, then looking at me.  "Does it pass inspection?"
I asked.

	Dolly opened her mouth, but nothing came out.  "It's a nice one," Red
offered.

	I glanced at Dolly and shrugged.  "She's test driven it.  You can,
too, of course."

	Dolly glanced at Martin, who looked mildly irritated.  "We'll take
them.  Put yourselves back together and..."

	"Join my associate over there," I finished for him.  Turning my
attention to Dolly, I said, "I gather that you don't have much basis for
comparisons of that nature."

	"No."  Dolly giggled after nearly strangling on the word.

	"Well, it seemed to be adequate to me, and you benefit from knowing it
doesn't fire blanks," I told her, then turned to Martin.  "You can always
order an extra millimeter or two if you think you need it."  I backed off a
bit so my gaze took in both of them.  "Now get a move on -- we need to get out
of here.  If you'll take my recommendation, you need one more guy -- and then
Dolly can hand off her last draft pick to you, Martin.  Get someone who can
strawboss things, but who will pay attention to Dolly, and an older woman with
leadership skills -- they can keep the household running while you're at work.
After that, it's just breeding stock -- if you don't like what you see, I've
got three teenage girls coming in.  Dolly, if things are right with you two,
the others are not competition -- and if one of them gets uppity, you can toss
her out.  Remember that -- you're the queen bee."  I turned to walk off...

	... And bumped into Puffy.  I stopped and locked eyes with her and she
swallowed, then knelt and began undoing my belt.  "Get naked," I told her.
"Only naked women suck my dick."  She nodded, stood, and started removing her
apron and uniform dress.  There was a murmur, but I'd already been the focal
point of some aggressive activity.  I looked around; Hugh, Jeff and Mike were
watching, having been distracted from whatever the Hell it was that they were
wasting time on.  "If you've ogled everybody's neat little card," I declaimed,
"you might want to move on to performance testing, guys..."

	Puffy enveloped my cock with her mouth.  I looked down to see
basically what I expected to see; she was over the border to what you'd call a
fat chick, but not really THAT far.  She had a pair of good-sized jugs with
big, fat nipples that sagged a bit and pointed outward -- still nothing to be
ashamed of.  "Decided the kids were more important than the old man, did you?"
I asked her.

	"Ump hmp," she nodded, watching me.

	"Okay," I raised my voice.  "We have here an early thirties female
with a not terribly impressive CAP score, but good sub-scores for sex and
child rearing.  She comes with two children, already produced.  Obviously, she
is obedient and has a good attitude.  Minor adjustments to improve her figure
aren't going to be an issue -- any takers?  Oh, and she gives good head, and
the manager's been fucking her regularly."

	Hugh McClintock scratched his grey-flecked red beard.  "Crawl over
here and show me that."  I snapped my head in his direction and Puffy crawled
off.

	I looked at the other women present.  "Now I know what you're thinking
-- she's absolutely shameless and a total slut.  But you know what?  I bet
she's leaving this place.  Maybe some of you need to get inventive..."

	A bleach blonde soccer mom type in the second row caught Mike
Ferreira's sleeve, "Look, my daughter, over there?  She's gonna be fourteen in
six weeks.  It's a two-for-one sale..."

	Mike cocked his head.  "How many other children do you have?"

	"An older boy and a ten year old," she replied.  "Please, Mister..."

	"Male or female?"

	"Sorry?"

	"The ten year old.  Male or female?"

	"Female."

	"Go get that one."  While the woman moved off, Mike flashed me a look.

	"You'd better make sure she can handle the basics," I told him.
"Desperation isn't sexual capability.  She could be a dead lay."

	"With three kids?" Mike asked.  I shrugged.

	Meanwhile, Soccer Mom was hauling a narrow, brown-haired girl to Mike,
against her will.  "Momma!  For God's sake!"

	Mike, being a young guy, was in heavy weather.  "Look, Honey, your
mother is trying to do something nice for you.  You know about the Swarm,
right?"

	"Yeah, but..."

	"She wants you to go with her to somewhere safer."

	"Well, maybe, but I'm hearing a lot about sex...  That's kind of
yucky, isn't it?" The girl asked.

	Mike glanced at me.  "I guess it depends upon your point of view,
Honey.  Lots of people like it."  He threw up his hands.  "I'm not up for
this."

	"Then you're not," I told him.  "Move on.  Personally, I like the one
over there in the hip-huggers..."

	"B--but..." Soccer Mom started looking truly desperate.

	Jeff Higgins came over to me.  "So..."

	"Are you interested in Soccer Mom there and her offspring?" I asked.

	"Well, maybe -- but I just can't just jump out and..." Jeff mumbled.

	"Hey, I'm a facilitator.  Come here, Sprout, and bring your mama."
The pair of them broke ranks, the thirteen-year-old cautiously.  "When are you
fourteen, Honey?"

	"About a month and a half."

	"That right, Momma?" I asked Soccer Mom.

	"Yes," she agreed.  "Early July."

	"Okay, Momma, Jeff here might be interested -- but isn't buying any
pig in a poke -- so you're gonna strip down to absolutely nothing and you're
gonna teach Sprout what she needs to know about cock sucking.  You're
experienced at that, right?"  Soccer Mom eyed me like I'd grown horns and a
tail, but she nodded.  "Once Sprout seems to have the rudiments, you're gonna
show Jeff that you're not a dead lay on that table over there," I added,
waving to my left.  "Jeff, of course, is gonna hold off on that kind of thing
with Sprout until she hits the wall, but she's close enough for a nodding
acquaintance with a dick.  Do you understand, Honey?" I asked the girl.  "You
need to pay for your ticket, okay?"

	"Yeah," she nodded, glum.  "I get it."

	"Look, Honey -- if you can't get into the spirit of things, just tell
your mama and we'll all call it a day.  She's the one who came up with using
you as a marketing tool." I pressed.  "But we're running rapidly out of time
here.  Jeff has three more women to pick out.  And if Momma isn't a good fuck
or you don't want to play, then it's four."

	"Can I talk to her?" Soccer Mom asked.

	"Jeff?" I offered to take his input.  He nodded.  "You've got thirty
seconds.  Jeff has other fish to fry.  In fact, Jeff, I'm gonna recommend you
spend that time looking elsewhere."  Jeff nodded and moved off to check out
the skinny black chick -- and I'll say this for her, she understood the game.
She was out of her top before he was within reach.

	"Can I see it, Baby?" she asked Jeff.

	"Go for it."  Jeff told her and she went right to work.  Beside her,
her heavyset girlfriend knelt, too, pulled off her top, and reached behind her
to undo her bra -- this despite the fact that Jeff hadn't encouraged her at
all.

	I flicked a glance at Soccer Mom; she was pointing at Puffy, who was
getting her pussy test-driven by Hugh, and at the skinny black woman, who was
just starting to inhale Jeff's cock -- and the heavy black chick, who couldn't
wait to get her hands on it.  I couldn't hear it all, but it was certainly
impassioned and it ended with "Do you want us all to die?  I SAW you with that
Connors boy, almost two years ago!"

	"But Momma, you said..."

	"I lied, okay?  Besides, doing it with a twelve-year-old boy who can't
even cum and doing it with the man who can save your life are two different
things!  It's something you do, Honey -- just not when you're a little kid..."

	"And I'm old enough now?" Sprout asked, dubious.

	"We're stretching the point, Honey, just a little bit.  Actually, if
you've done it before," I horned in, "you've pretty much moved up the timeline
on your own, you know?"

	Sprout grimaced.  "I guess.  But she said..."

	"She said kids shouldn't play adult games.  But now you're on the cusp
of being an adult, so..."  I shrugged.  "In the meantime, you're losing
out..."  Skinny black chick was vacuuming Jeff like nobody's business.
"You're out of time.  Do it or don't -- if he's even interested, any more..."

	Sprout pulled herself up and gave Soccer Mom a nod.  "Go!" Soccer Mom
told her, "I'm right behind you -- I have to get naked!"

	Sprout dashed across the room, skidding to a stop beside Skinny Black
Chick, "Excuse me!"

	Skinny Black Chick pushed at her, "You're done, Honey.  Go away!"

	"Whoa!" Jeff intervened.  "I more or less made a commitment.  You
needn't worry -- go over there and wait."

	"What about Naomi?" Skinny asked.

	"I never expressed any interest in Naomi," Jeff replied.

	Naomi (the heavy black chick) burst into tears.  Skinny cried, too,
but she went and got her little boy and went to stand by Bet.  Jeff glanced at
me apologetically, but I shook my head.  "You were right, Jeff.  This isn't
easy, but you gotta do what you gotta do."

	Sprout, once unleashed, seemed to have no further issues; she dived on
Jeff's cock, sucking, then withdrew and asked, "Like this, Momma?"  Soccer Mom
knelt up beside her and said, "That's a good start, Honey," and shot off into
a technical demo.

	"Don't forget to fuck her," I reminded him.  Things were finally
moving.  Chiquita in the hip-huggers was lipping Mike's erection and
displaying a sweet pair of hooters.  Martin had gotten into the swing of
things and was ignoring the noisy blonde teen while he charmed her slightly
chunkier brunette girlfriend; she pulled her top off while I watched.  My eyes
drifted left and I got a surprise -- Dolly was leaning over chunky Naomi.  I
drifted over to them as Dolly said, "Why don't you show Martin whatever it was
you were going to show Jeff?"  Then she waved Martin over and got down next to
Naomi and took Cock Sucking 101 -- that was pretty hot, in my book!  The
upshot of the whole thing was that Naomi and her kid ended up over at the
gathering of outbound concubines.  Hugh was over with the older string bean
chick with the pointy titties, feeling her up while she reached into his pants
-- which made sense, he was the biker type and she was the ol' lady type.
Maybe we WERE gonna get out of here on time...