Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Pickup Number Eighteen
Part: 4 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 4

	Our AI was apparently reading my mind -- but drawing different
conclusions.  "We're approaching the temporal limits beyond which the
viability of your plan for the second pickup become untenable," it announced.
Very simply put, the longer this went on inside the diner, the bigger the
circus outside became.  And the bigger the circus, the harder it became to
penetrate the mess and extract young Kellie and her girlfriends.

	"We have GOT to pick up the pace, people," I announced, using my
built-in PA system.  "Ladies, STRIP!  Get it all off, so your potential
sponsors can see everything they need to see!  And guys!  Remember -- it's all
editable!"  I headed down to the collection of female flesh, yelling, "Move it
if you expect to attract a man!"  Hustle and bustle got some of them moving,
notably Chiquita's chubby Mexican girlfriend, who actually laid back on the
floor, spread her legs and beckoned Mike.  "Hey, you know, that's initiative,"
I told him.  "Besides, they're girlfriends.  If you want her slimmed down, you
can get it..."

	"Try it!  You're gonna like it!" Mamacita cajoled.  Chiquita came back
from the holding area to lend moral support to her girlfriend, and Mike caved
to the point of shucking out of his Dockers and plugging into Mamacita's
pussy.  Ninety seconds later the pair of women were headed for the gathering
around Bet, jabbering excitedly in Spanish.  Mike passed me, pulling up his
pants and grinning.

	"One down," I mumbled to myself.  "The easy one..."  "You know, you
might as well have finished in her, since you're done."  Mike looked
thoughtful and then hurried off to finish his quick piece.  I headed back to
where Tom was hanging out with Vickie.  "How's it going?"

	"They're almost here," Vickie replied.

	"Tom, you need to get a couple more -- unless you're going to take
Kellie's girlfriends sight unseen.  I thought you didn't feel comfortable with
teeny-boppers?"

	Tom eyed Vickie.  "He's right."

	She shrugged.  "I never claimed that I wanted her whole gaggle of
girlfriends.  Can I help you pick?"

	"Sure."

	"Let's go find something that isn't quite as new and shiny, then."
The pair headed into the fray.

	Jeff was apparently off getting innovative again; he was ignoring the
thinning group of women in the lines and talking to some young twenty-
something chick standing on the sidelines with a toddler on her hip.  As I
wandered over, I heard her say, "My husband would kill me!"

	"That's not relevant," I interjected as I took her in.  She was
blonde, but the shade and the fact that it went to the roots said it was
natural; she was a little bit snaggle-toothed, and needed dental work, but she
had a decent face.  Smart, she probably wasn't, but she had a nice body and
was obviously in production, from a baby-making point of view.  Then I got a
look at what I thought was the REAL draw -- for a chick with a toddler on her
hip, she had incredible tits!  It wasn't so much size as it was shape and how
they were mounted; she 'B' to 'C' cup cones under the scoop-neck blouse that
she was wearing -- and they looked almost grafted onto her chest wall.  This
was a cleavage where you could stick two fingers between her tits, running
your finger along her breastbone -- and you could see where they started to
curve back underneath -- obviously without ANY sag...  "Excuse me, are those
real?" I asked, fascinated.

	"Wow!  You are just about the rudest guy I've ever seen!" the woman
next to her burst out.

	I smiled at her.  "I'd like to think I was a pirate -- but actually,
you have to understand that we have a tough situation to deal with as rapidly
as possible and it just doesn't help to tippy-toe around the realities of the
situation," I told her.  "And you are?"

	"Her mother," the woman replied.  I took in the fact that she was
running to grey in the hair and had on a fairly simple housedress -- but it
was a serious improvement over the fat woman, poor thing; I reminded myself to
try to press someone into an act of charity.  Anyway, Grandma looked decent if
a little careworn.  "So, Jeff, what's up?"

	"It's three generations," he amplified, pointing.

	"So what's this about a husband?" I asked.  "Do you love him more than
life itself?"

	"Oh, Gods, no!" the young one replied, "but Jimmy Lee would kick the
shit out of me if he heard that I got down like one of them in a restaurant
looking to get taken off to the colonies!"

	"Honey, that would only happen if you failed to get picked up," I told
her.

	"Yeah, well, I gotta kid.  Nobody is gonna want me."  Grandma,
standing beside her, looked somewhat doleful and nodded.

	I shook my head.  "Um, ladies, if you would, I'd like to see your
IDs."

	"He said he wanted to look, too, but it's a waste of time," Little
Mama replied.

	"I'm a government official, and I must insist," I retorted.

	"Mama, would you get my purse for the man?" Little Mama asked, adding,
"Jimmy Lee says..."

	"Whatever will keep you in line, apparently," I finished for her.
Little Mama blinked and shut up.  Grandma produced her own ID and then dug in
her purse for Little Mama's.  I eyeballed Grandma's card and passed it to
Jeff.  More sheep.  From my experience, Grandma looked like a Kentucky woman
-- and in my experience, a great many of them looked fine below the neck, but
bore the scars of their conditioning in the form of broken noses and missing
teeth...  I asked Grandma, "And may I enquire as to your marital status?"

	"Elwood's been gone some damned place for a while..." the woman
declaimed.  "Thank God I was already in at the factory..."  Grandma's scores
said she was a practical woman who could make do on her own -- but that she
was used to having others think for her.  A look at Little Mama's card said
that the trait passed from generation to generation.

	"So, Jeff -- another two-for-one sale?" I asked.

	"I'm getting good at it," he replied.

	"Yeah, looks like it," I agreed, turning to Little Mama.  "Honey, if
you succeed at being selected, Jimmy Lee's ability to influence your future
ends.  And whatever he told you, having a kid is actually a good thing,
because we get the bonus of his genes without actually having to put up with
Jimmy Lee."

	"I... don't understand," she stammered.

	"It's pretty simple," I told her.  "This guy is interested in you or
he wouldn't be standing here.  Despite what Jimmy Lee told you, we'll take you
AND the kid," I turned to confirm with Jeff, "AND your mother, if you meet
with the man's approval."

	"But if I don't?"

	"Is Jimmy Lee here?" I asked her.  "Is anybody who knows Jimmy Lee
here?"

	"No."

	"Then how's he gonna know?"

	"Give me the baby," Grandma said.  "What do you want?" she asked me.

	"Ask him," I pointed at Jeff.

	"I'd like to see you nude," Jeff explained, "and assess your sexual
skills, if we have time."  Turning to Grandma, he added, "You, too."

	"I'm drippy," Little Mama said, "He's still nursing."

	"I'm gonna cum in my pants," I muttered under my breath.  Tits like
that -- and they worked?  "We have little time, Ladies -- please?" I pressed.

	"You're still kinda nasty," Little Mama said -- but the top went over
her head.

	"If you want quick, one of you has to hold Harlan," Grandma said.
Jeff ended up awkwardly clutching the toddler while Grandma started getting
out of her housedress.

	Little Mama undid her bra and removed her nursing pads.  "So they ARE
real," I muttered.

	"Of course," Little Mama replied, shaking her head in irritation at my
gall.

	"I'd take her just to be able to look at those things," I sighed, "But
you'd better discover whether she can fuck and suck..."

	"Of course I can!" Little Mama announced, irritated.  "Where do you
think Harlan came from?  Jimmy Lee makes me suck him a lot these days -- he
doesn't want any more kids right away."

	"Hasn't he ever heard of birth control?" I asked.

	"He says it messes up your pussy hole," Little Mama replied, adding
for Jeff, "So you want me to..."

	"Please," Jeff nodded.  "I'm holding... Harlan."

	"Lemme help," Grandma started digging for the meat of the matter; the
housedress hadn't taken long to get out of.

	"Jimmy Lee is a piece of work," I grunted.  "You might think I'm bad,
but at least I haven't lied to you, repeatedly..."  I shook my head at the
shocked looks the pair of women gave me, then turned to Jeff.  "You got this?"

	"Yeah."

	"I think you've got something here.  We don't have a whole lot of
time, so don't go nuts testing..."

	The look on Jeff's face said Little Mama's fellatio score was going to
be acceptable.  "I won't," he croaked.  I walked away, shaking my head.  Two
down.

	Martin and Dolly were arguing.  "If I take HER," he ranted, "what are
YOU going to collect for your second male?  Some young stud?  I see what
you're saddling me with -- don't you trust me?"

	"You pick him, then," Dolly retorted.  "But we take her, regardless.
She can go on my quota."

	"Fine," Martin growled.  "But I get input into her mods!  I'm the one
who has to sleep with her!"

	"Just remember that you also have to sleep with ME!" Dolly retorted.

	Martin smiled engagingly, "I REALLY don't see THAT as a problem!"

	Dolly went immediately soft and gooey.  "Okay..."

	"I get to pick, huh?"  He pushed through the women to get to the
collected males.  "Let's go, men!  Cards!"  I wondered how ugly this was going
to get, so I drifted closer.

	Males present were as varied as the females and a LOT less in demand
-- there was some pushing and shoving.  I got out my stinger and announced,
"Keep it civilized, or you'll be napping while the rest of us sort this out!"
I watched Martin go through the younger guys, looking at some fifteen cards --
but we both knew that he had other plans.  In a moment, he'd settled on
something, and I figured, 'Here we go...' -- but oddly, I tended to agree.

	Martin walked up to a black man -- a big huggy-bear type who probably
weighed three hundred, with a grey beard and hair.  "Card!" he demanded.  The
man surrendered his.  Martin took a look at it, nodded, and said, "Him," --
then he checked himself.  "Let's see your penis."

	"You're kiddin' me, right?" the old guy said.

	"No.  The woman will want to see..."

	"All right..."  The old guy fished in his painter's pants and released
a pretty serious-looking piece of meat -- oh, it wasn't eighteen inches, or
anything, but it was a good-sized hunk of flesh.  "Don't mean much," the old
guy said.  "I got high blood pressure.  The meds..."

	"You won't, later," I told him.  "Martin?"  How big a man WAS Martin?
He'd just hung himself, possibly...

	Martin sucked in a breath, let it out.  "Dolly?  You should inspect
this..."  He waved the guy forward.

	Dolly's eyes popped.  "It's, umm..."

	"Too much," the old guy grunted.  "I don't think I ever got the fun
out of it I shoulda.  Women were always bitchin' about me goin' deep..."

	"Maybe we could experiment with sizing..." Dolly muttered.

	"Yeah, fine..." The old black guy was waiting for them to quit teasing
him, I could tell.

	Martin handed Dolly the guy's ID and I watched her blink.  "Fine.
We're agreed, then?" she asked Martin.

	"Yes," Martin nodded.

	"Well, then.  Leonard?"

	"Call me Lon, Ma'am," the guy burbled.

	"Lon, please step over there and join the group, unless you have a
serious issue with being selected -- and collect the heavyset woman over
there, too."  Dolly pointed, and I checked off my charity case.  No wonder
Martin had been arguing!

	Lon cocked his head.  "Yes, Ma'am..."  He shambled off toward Bet.  On
the way, he collected the fat woman, much to her surprise.  I watched that
byplay closely; the expression on her face was priceless...

	Hugh was looking over some twenty-something chick -- a brunette.  She
had this puffy look that said she'd just gotten up -- but I suspected that she
always looked like that despite the pajama bottom type pants she was wearing.
Any chick who has a decent ass looks good in those things; watching one walk
down the street in them tended to give me a hard-on.  She looked pretty
sultry; her breasts drooped a little, but they were fun to look at.  Hugh
mauled them a bit and gave Sleepy the nod; she swayed off toward the
collection point.  Puffy and String Bean were gonna have their work cut out
for them if they were gonna try to be top bitch...

	Tom and Vickie were sizing up this young thing with a soft, round
face.  She was well upholstered, but looked frail.  Have you ever noticed that
chicks who tend to stand with both of their feet pointed straight forward,
parallel to each other, tend to hunch forward?  They could have hooters the
size of cantaloupes, but you're gonna subtract one cup size because they're so
poorly presented.  They got this one out of her top and bra and her jugs were
a little droopy -- but she turned the sweetest pink... She had a substantial
ass, too, and a couple of small birthmarks, but I'd have passed her -- and so
did Tom and Vickie; Vickie wasn't going to have any trouble with THAT one...
That seemed to finish them up; they headed back toward Bet.  Well, maybe one
of Kellie's girlfriends was spoken for, then.

	"Do you like ass?" some woman piped up in a loud voice.  "I like it
there..."  I turned to find this big chick working on Hugh.  She was a heifer
-- you've probably seen them -- she made Puffy look like a swimsuit model.
She had that strut -- she was always leaning back, presenting her breasts (I
guess -- they weren't that huge) and her belly, which was certainly the
biggest thing on her.  Maybe she was just balancing the thing, but she seemed
to have an attitude, too.

	Hugh said, "No thanks," and she looked offended.  "You took HER!" she
said, pointing at Puffy.

	"So?"  Hugh replied.

	"She can't give you what I can!"

	"A sore back?" Hugh chuckled.

	She drew back to swat him, and I demonstrated my stinger; she fell
onto her back when all of her muscles quit working, and her mouth was open,
but nothing came out.  She could easily have broken something in the fall, but
I didn't give a shit.  Stingers hurt like Hell, too -- she was just realizing
that when she passed out, I think.

	The whole thing probably drove Hugh's final selection -- and got the
third waitress her ride out.  She was standing on the sidelines, a sweaty-
looking, plain, dishwater blonde chick, mid-twenties.  She was kind of homely
-- buck-toothed, a little prune-faced, skinny, with stick legs and
unimpressive titties.  Hugh glared at her and said, "Get out of the dress."
She did -- and she looked like a skeleton in shrink-wrap.  Pigeon-toed, too.
He didn't even wait for her to get out of her bra and panties, just hauled at
the waist of her pantyhose, peered in, and said, "Get over there."

	That left Martin and Dolly.  "Martin!  We're running out of time!" I
yelled.  "I've got a couple of teens coming..."

	"No thanks," Martin replied, eyeing Dolly.  "Let's move, Dear."  They
got moving, and based upon prior research, they collected:

*	An early thirties mother-type with a (probably bleached) blonde page-
boy, sort of pear-shaped.
*	The first one's dining partner, an early-forties hard-luck type who
looked to me to be a smoker.  I may not have mentioned this, but emigrating is
a great way to quit smoking or using drugs -- you're gonna get cured and
you're NOT gonna have any access to a new supply!
*	A pear-shaped brunette towing two young kids.
*	A blocky-looking flat-faced Chinese-looking woman of indeterminate
age.

	The first member of this group spent some time worrying about her pair
of curtain-climbers, currently at day care, until Bet told her that we would
collect them, by and by.

	"All right!  This party is officially winding down!" I announced.  Bet
fished the field terminus out of her 'purse' (more like a small duffle -- I
was always giving her shit about it) and put it on the floor.  "Those of you
who have been selected to ship, please gather around your sponsors so you
don't get lost."  Bet fired up the transporter field and I directed Dolly,
"Why don't you lead -- your gaggle can follow, and Martin can bring up the
tail end."

	"Okay," Dolly husked.  "What do I do?"

	"Just step into that shimmery area -- you'll end up in orbit," I told
her.  "In fact, once you get there, do me a favor and have them pop you back
-- that will probably save a lot of people some worries."  Disappearing into
nothingness made a LOT of people nervous.  "We'll wait while you do the demo."
Dolly gingerly stepped into the field -- and disappeared; you got a sense that
it was upward.  The field wasn't a Star Trek transporter; instead, the field
enclosed matter in a stable matrix and then shifted it from one end to the
other at relativistic velocities.  The matrix kept the matter embedded in it
from succumbing to the effects of inertia or acceleration.  Technically, I
guess you became energy -- but you weren't assembled and disassembled molecule
by molecule.  There was a nervous murmur; I said, "Wait for it -- she's got a
couple of seconds to get there and get her bearings, then the request to come
back..."

	"I have relayed the request," the AI muttered in my ear.
"Retransmission... now."  Poof -- she was back.  She stepped out of the field,
grinned big, and said, "It's fine, everybody!"  I chivvied her back inside and
she headed out.

	"Next!" I waved the fat woman in.  She entered and disappeared and
after that, I just kind of waved as Red and Tim and the others filtered past.
"I think I see a pattern in the selections," I muttered to Martin.

	"It's just fear," he replied calmly.  "She'll get over it.  When you
have one woman willing to have sex with you, an emotional attachment is likely
to follow.  I have eight -- I'd think under those circumstances a pre-existing
emotional bond is trump, don't you?"  I nodded agreement and he stepped
through.

	Things started getting ugly on the far side of the restaurant as the
unwanted watched us escaping.  Bet reached in her bag and produced a wall-
field generator -- a device that created a flat field about four meters from
the projector.  Touching it was unpleasant -- and the more pressure you
applied, the worse it got, and you got nowhere, anyway...She set it up as some
of the males in the back decided to get gutsy and rush us.  While they amused
themselves by hitting the field -- Bet played with them by flinching a bit so
they thought they could push her by banging into it, which enticed the idiots
to keep hurling themselves at it despite the pain, which was kind of ornery of
her, but what the Hell -- I called Tom and Vickie over.  "Are they here?"

	"Out back," Vickie nodded.

	"We can get out via the kitchen, right?" I asked.

	"Uh huh," she nodded.

	"Okay, have them gather out back outside the kitchen door.  When I
release the field, we'll block access to the kitchen from here and go out
pretending we're just like everybody else.  Point us at the girls and Bet and
I will make the rest happen.  Remember to act like we're escaping, but make it
quick, because once the wall field goes down, there will be pursuit."

	"Okay."

	"Tom, send your other girl through and then you and Vickie head for
the back," I instructed.  Tom pushed the little slip at me and I sent her on
her way.  The light on the terminal went green, indicating that it wasn't in
use, and I shut it down and picked it up.  Bet killed the interdiction field
-- which was being generated by a pod a couple of thousand meters up -- and we
headed for the kitchen.

	The minute the field went down about a thousand people tried to get in
the front door.  There were probably a like number out back, but we were
hoping that the commotion would draw off enough of them to let us out.  Bet
deployed the wall field behind us, so that pursuit from crazed fools inside
the restaurant was dealt with.

	"The back door is also clogged," the AI told us.  "You need a new
plan."

	"No, we'll wing it with this one," I told it -- him -- whatever.
"Bet!  I yelled, stinging the first couple to burst in, "Swing that thing
around and push 'em out the door!  I'll cover the rear!  When it's clear, run
out like you're being chased by God knows what!  Go!"  Bet and I swapped
targets; she stung a couple already inside, then adapted the wall field and
shoved everyone back from the door, using it like a big, square fire hose.  I
stung a couple of brave souls, but they were already keeping their heads down,
so it wasn't that serious.  Once Bet had the door free -- she'd punched a
door-shaped hole in the crowd fifteen feet deep -- she shoved the generator in
her purse and followed Tom and Vickie out.  Tom hit the door and yelled "Run
-- they're coming!" at the top of his lungs and the inbound crowd turned to an
outbound one; by the time I got through the door, they were running all over
each other.  We just kept pelting, moving as fast as we could...

	Unfortunately, Kellie and her girlfriends were part of the mass
exodus.  We needed to get them and get out of sight of anyone who might
recognize us, so I pointed Tom at the next parking lot.  "Vickie!  Get on the
phone!" I yelled.  Vickie nodded and jerked out her cell, still at a dead run.

	Somehow, she got Kellie's attention -- maybe her ring was
personalized.  I saw a girl ahead and to my left slow and dig her phone out,
then start yelling and pointing -- and I hoped I wasn't one of a thousand
people to see it.  We were fairly lucky, apparently, because she and several
others cut to the right and headed for the far side of the next building from
the restaurant.  There was already probably a hundred fifty meters of parking
lot and parked cars separating them so we were basically out of sight when we
whipped around the corner.

	Unfortunately, we weren't alone -- there were probably forty people in
the immediate vicinity.  I was trying to figure out how to handle this when
the AI popped up with, "I am repositioning the interdiction field drone and
tuning the aperture.  Please collect your group."

	"Tom!  Vickie!" I yeIled.  "Get 'em over here!"  Kellie and Vickie
were in a clinch, which handled some of the mess, but not all.  I moved to
halve the distance, knowing the AI would adjust -- a couple of meters, more or
less, wouldn't matter.

	"Stand fast!" the AI directed, though, and I realized I wasn't
helping.  Bet stiff-armed some guy behind me -- we were both trying not to
draw any attention by using advanced weapons, more or less by instinct.
Several girls closed on us -- and females were much harder to isolate than
males, as we had no idea who was who -- then things turned grey again.

	Bet and I went back to back, stingers up, and I said, "Did we get
everybody?"

	"Yes!" I recognized Kellie from her picture.  "But there are extras!"

	Once again, males -- aside from Tom -- weren't on the pickup list.
Bet and I got one apiece, but there were still seven unaccounted for females
present.  "Bet, deal with it!" I directed, fishing out the terminus.

	"Show me!" Bet yelled, and I heard stinger fire, then things got
quiet.  "Actually, you shot Tina," Kellie said quietly.

	"She'll be fine -- just sore for a little bit," I replied.

	"Shoot 'em all and let God sort 'em out," Tom chuckled.

	"We might want one or two of these," Bet muttered.  "How many spares
are we authorized?"

	"Five," I replied.  "Two are accounted for."  I reached in my boot for
my combat knife, eliciting a gasp. But I ran it up the blouse of the twenty-
something redhead nearest me, cutting away the blouse and bra.  "Is this one
someone on your list?" I asked Kellie.

	"No."  Obviously, she expected me to gut the woman.

	"Well, she looks hot, so she gets a free ride," I retorted.  She had
light pink, puffy areolas -- I just love that shit...  "Anyone else, Bet?"

	"I dunno -- what makes you horny this week?"

	The second jackpot winner was a nineteen year old who looked like that
chick in Spider Man in the face but had her hair pulled back and up in the
curly, brushy style.  She had a big, soft ass in stretch pants and big, soft
titties spilling out of her peasant blouse.  For me what makes a woman hot is
an individual thing; she was too chunky for classical tastes, but I liked her
smooth, rounded curves.  Looking around, I said "Screw it" -- I didn't see any
others I was interested in and Bet didn't press.  Bet fired up the transport
terminus and I waved at Vickie.  "You first.  Help me by pulling the
unconscious ones out of the field on the far end, will you?"  Vickie nodded
and stepped into the field.  I popped Spider Chickie in as soon as the green
light lit, then waved Kellie in next, then we did Tina (who was still out),
then Kellie's girlfriend Becky, then puffy nips, then Kellie's other
girlfriend Marie.  That left Bet, Tom and me -- and a couple of hundred people
outside the field and more coming.  I nodded Tom in, then Bet, and beamed out;
the AI shut off the field and retrieved the drone using it's own built-in
terminus.