Brewster's Brood - Pt. 38

Part Thirty-Eight

Mrs. Churchill – 3/12/2017 – Monday –8:44 am

            “Boss, I don’t think you’re going to be happy about this,” Lynne said to Mrs. Churchill as she walked into the office for the morning. “A couple of hours ago, someone pinged the Rachel Williams identity, Max’s mom, looking into her Social Security Number.”

            “What the fuck, Lynne?” Mrs. Churchill grumbled. “We expected this kind of problem maybe a month or two down the line, but not within our first two weeks. Who’s looking into her?”

            “That’s the part I think you’re going to be the least happy with. I don’t know. I should be able to know, but whoever’s doing this research, they are some serious blackhat, black bag, dark wizard shit hot hackers,” Lynne muttered. “I mean, this is way out of my level, and I’m one of the best fucking hackers I know. Whoever these people are, boss, they definitely mean business.”

            “Don’t I pay you to mean business?”

            “Boss, I assure you, I’ll do what I can to figure out who these characters are, but you gotta believe me when I tell you it’s gonna take time, and you may want to get Danny looped in sooner rather than later. I can’t imagine this shit’s gonna make his day much.”

            “I’ll let him know in a bit,” Mrs. Churchill said as she walked across the room to the coffee pot, pouring herself some into a mug that read ‘120% That Bitch.’ “How’d we do last night? Where’s Max?”

            “He got back to his place around 4:30 a.m., and both Jenny and Kelly crawled into bed with him, while Gwen and Brooklyn headed back to their AirBnB, just because there was no way they were going to fit into Max’s bed, and Max seemed like he was about to pass out.”

            “Good lord, he must’ve barely had the energy to drag himself out of bed to prep the truck this morning,” Mrs. Churchill said with a chuckle before she glanced over at one of their screens, seeing Max still sound asleep in his bed, Jenny under one arm, Kelly under the other. She almost misplaced “Jacinda, why is Max still in bed this fine Monday morning?”

            “You’re not going to believe this, boss, but he sent Frankie a text when they got back from Santa Cruz, saying he were going to take a week off from the truck, and that Carlos and Joey could run it as many times as they wanted to this week using last week’s menu and if Frankie wanted to help them out, he was welcome to it,” Jacinda said, leaning back in her chair, her bare feet up on the console. “But that he, Max, was taking a week or two off from the truck. He said he was too tired to be able to come up with an actual new menu this week, despite the R&D he’d done, and that he just needed some time away from the truck, so he was taking at least a week’s vacation. He’d figure out about next week later on.”

            “No shit?”

            “No bullshit, boss,” Jacinda laughed. “All it took was, like, 60 women throwing themselves at him all at once to throw him off his game. He finally just wanted to take a break from everything and let himself enjoy whatever’s happening to him.”

            “And to get some sleep,” Carmen said as she was finishing her notes for the overnight log.

            Jacinda snapped her fingers and pointed at her colleague. “And that. I think that more than anything may be the one thing we didn’t properly take into account when we were planning this whole thing. We’re going to have to start adding in more break times, more buffer time, more chances for this guy to recover a bit.”

            “We’d already started talking about this earlier, Jacinda,” Mrs. Churchill said.

            “I know, but it’s got to be more than just talk otherwise he’s going to have a heart attack before we get him across the finish line, and the number one mandate from Mr. Brand was that we keep Max alive,” Jacinda said. “We can’t let anything happen to him, and I think we need to let him sleep in as long as we can today, to give his body time to recover.”

            The entire room had a bit of tension in it, Mrs. Churchill could sense, and she knew it was because everyone was worried she was going to be unreasonable and insist they stick to the plan. But Mrs. Churchill had been playing these sorts of games long enough that she knew when it was important to recognize how pivotal new information could be sometimes, and Jacinda was right – they hadn’t properly taken into account how draining this was going to be on Max. They’d sort of talked about it, but in terms of the workout they were giving him every day, how they were draining him of fluids constantly… It was going to be highly taxing, and they needed to build in periods of rest, even if it meant raising Max’s suspicions a little.

            “Okay, I agree with you,” Mrs. Churchill said. “We need to not overdo it and not overwhelm him, so we’ll let him have the week off from the food truck. Shit, nothing in Mr. Brand’s mandate said he couldn’t take a sabbatical from work. It’s not like he’s going to fucking need the income from the truck once he comes into his inheritance.”

            “Speaking of that, the reporter’s sniffing around again,” Jacinda said.

            “De Silva? She’s handled.”

            “Not her, the other one, Kendall.”

            “He lost interest in the case and moved on, right?”

            “Apparently not, because he’s trying to convince his editor that all of Brand’s money has to go somewhere and the fact that there hasn’t been a public reading of the will means something shady is going on.”

            “I mean,” Mrs. Churchill said with a laugh. “He’s not wrong, but we can’t have him looking into these things. You got something to throw him off the scent again?”

            “We can try and run the ‘conflicting wills’ bit on him, see if he’ll bite.”

            “We already tried using the ‘missing will’ bit.”

            “So it makes perfect sense to go from no wills to too many wills,” Mrs. Churchill said with a grin. “Whenever they expect one thing, we hit them with another. Has the doc had a chance to give Max the once over?”

            “She says diagnosing a patient via television isn’t the easiest, but Max looks like he’s mostly still in a relatively good state,” Jacinda said. “It’s helpful that the girls are making sure he’s drinking a lot of juice and water, but we need to ensure he’s also getting sleep, full meals and having a day or two off here and there.”

            “Basically, the doctor just reiterated everything you were already telling me,” Mrs. Churchill said. “Were you holding all that back in case I didn’t want to believe you?”

            “Of course not, boss,” Jacinda said in a tone that made Mrs. Churchill not believe her one bit. “It’s just helpful and convenient timing. But it’s a good reminder. I know we have to sort of distance ourselves from Max’s humanity a bit for this to work, but we can’t entirely cut off everything that makes us human. Don’t think of him as just another mark in the game, boss, because we’re supposed to be doing this for his benefit, and he gets to know all the inner workings of the gag after it’s done. You don’t want him to be too pissed at you.”

            “He’s not allowed to retaliate against us, so I’m not too worried about it. Besides, he’s going to have such a headspin from all the information when it gets dumped on him, he’s going to need that time set aside for him to decompress.”

            “He does look so peaceful sleeping like that,” Lynne said, glancing at the screen. “Although I’m surprised that bed is holding. It doesn’t look like it’s designed for three people.”

            “Hell, it doesn’t look like it’s designed for two people.”

Danny Garney – 3/12/2017 – Monday –9:32 am

            “He’s gonna sleep the whole day away at this rate,” Liane said, tapping the monitor on the inside of the van as Danny glanced over, making sure Max hadn’t stirred yet.

            “So what if he does?” Danny said with a little sigh. “He’s earned it. He’s slept with twenty plus women over just the week and change he’s been in this game so far, and we’ve still got nearly a dozen weeks left, so he’s going to need to just tap out for a while, otherwise he’s going to lose his damn mind and we’ll never finish the project.”

            “I know you’re not supposed to tell me everything, baby, but didn’t you say they’d made an exception for me so you can tell me everything?”

            “Sure, I thought I told you everything,” Danny said. “You know what the mission goal is – for this guy to get as many women pregnant as possible without him knowing about it. You know why the mission is what it is – because Max had a close relative with far more money than he knew what to do with and no other living relatives, and he was convinced that ‘preserving the bloodline’ was more important than, y’know, being scrupulous or talking with his own family.”

            “You never told me who the old guy was,” Liane said, moving to sit down on his lap.

            “Oh that,” Danny laughed. “I didn’t think you cared.”

            “I didn’t before, but now that I’ve seen it all for myself, I wanna know.”

            “Monty Brand.”

            “Wait, the old guy who owned, like, everything?”

            “Well, he owned a whole hell of a lot, but I think that’s just a byproduct of being worth close to a hundred and fifty billion dollars.”

            “That’s not a real amount of money, Danny,” Liane giggled before looking at the expression on his face. “Wait, you’re serious?”

            “Like a heart attack.”

            “That’s insane, Danny!”

            “Now you know how all this is getting funded,” Danny chuckled. “Between all the equipment, all the hotels and AirBnB’s, all the plane tickets, all the money that’s being offered to these women… it’s all gotta come from somewhere.”

            “So, Max won’t be worth $150 billion when this is all over.”

            “Oh no, he will,” Danny said with a laugh. “Apparently old Monty’d been planning for this for most of a decade. He set up a corporation almost ten years ago that was literally just banking resources in order to fund all of this. It’s worth close to two billion dollars on its own right now, even with us taking out tens of millions of dollars for all of this.”

            “That’s where your salaries are coming from?”

            “Well, it’s more of a fee rather than a salary, although we definitely get paid on a sliding scale and with performance bonuses,” Danny told her. “The better we perform in Monty’s master plan, the higher our team’s payout is.”

            “Is it going to be retirement money?”

            “Quite possibly, assuming we want to retire,” Danny chuckled, nuzzling his face into Liane’s neck. “As weird as this gig’s been, it’s actually been kind of fun. And I like Max as a person. He might need a head of security and that might be a gig I’d be willing to take.”

            “You wouldn’t want to stay with Mrs. Churchill?”

            “That’s another option too,” he admitted. “I could always just stay with the bosslady, assuming she’s not retiring.”

            “Mrs. Churchill? Retire? I can’t imagine that ever happening, Danny.”

            He laughed a little bit, running his hand along the back of her neck lazily. “Yeah, me neither. I don’t think she’s in it for the money. I don’t think she’s ever had to worry about money in day-to-day living. Never had to chase a paycheck, never had to sweat a rent check, never had to worry about where money to fill the tank of the car would come from. She’s from a legacy of money, and there’s something appealing about that.”

            “But aren’t we going to be that kind of money after this gig’s done?”

            “… I mean, I guess?”

            “You said we were talking private island money, right? The kind of money that means you’d never have to work again?”

            “Well, we’d never have to work again,” Danny corrected. “Since you’ve been helping out with managing Max, you get a share for the gag as well.”

            “Fuck! Really? How much?”

            “I mean, your island would be significantly smaller than mine, but—”

            “You dick!” she giggled.

            “But still enough that if you didn’t want to work again, you really wouldn’t have to, babe,” he said, stroking her forearm. “So, yeah, three months’ worth of work… well, I guess four, since I’m technically in charge of Max during his isolation wind-down post-gag… but at the end of that, we can do whatever we want to with our lives.”

            “I’ve been thinking about that…”

            “Uh oh.”

            “What do you mean ‘uh oh?’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

            “It just means that whenever you start a sentence with ‘I’ve been thinking…’ it usually involves my entire world getting turned upside down.”

            “For the better!”

            “Most times.”

            “Okay, 95% of the time, for the better, and we agreed not to talk about that one time anymore.”

            “Proceed.”

            “So I was thinking, why don’t we do what Max is doing?”

            Danny laughed. “I don’t know where we can get a spare 100 girls for you to throw at me, but if you’ve got that many hot friends laying around…”

            “Idiot!” she giggled. “No, I meant the other part. What about you and me having a child?”

            “I thought you were strictly against that kind of thing, Liane…”

            “Well, I was against it when I thought we were going to be scraping by, struggling to make ends meet. I didn’t know we were going to have ‘fuck you’ levels of money before the year’s over, now did I? I was thinking about where we were going to have to move for your next gag.”

            “So what if I wanted to stay with Mrs. Churchill?”

            “I’m fine with that, baby, as long as we’re doing it together, and as long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter where we physically are.”

            “Seeing all these women trying to get pregnant got inside of your head, huh?”

            Liane sighed, tapping her forehead against Danny’s, closing her eyes. “I want to leave something behind that’s going to outlive me, Danny. I want to have some continuing impact on this world after I’m dead, and I feel like you and I would be good parents.”

            Danny chuckled quietly, his hand stroking along Liane’s back. “There’s one major problem with that, though, babe…”

            Liane let out the most overly dramatic sigh he’d ever heard from her, as she leaned her head back in frustration. “This is going to be about the whole Jesus thing again, isn’t it?”

            He smirked a bit as she slid off his lap and moved across to the other side of the back of the van. “If you mean the fact that I’m a practicing Catholic, yeah, it’s about ‘the whole Jesus thing.’”

            “I swear, I know I said I was going to respect your religion, but I’m super fucking sick of it today, because it’s full of stupid fucking rules,” she said, pouting a bit.

            “You know what would make it much easier?”

            “Hm?”

            “I said, you know what would make it much easier?”

            Liane sighed like all the burdens of the world were on her back. “What?”

            Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, tossing it across the van to her. “Will you?”

            Liane almost dropped the box as she stared at in her hands. “This isn’t what I think it is.”

            “What do you think it is?”

            “You know what I think it is.”

            “Well, it might be that. So you should open it.”

            “If I open it, then it’s going to be real.”

            “Don’t you want it to be real?”

            “I want it to be real so much it fucking hurts, Danny.”

            “So why not open it?”

            “Because what if it’s not real?”

            “You’re never going to know until you open the goddamn box, Liane.”

            Liane looked at the box in her hands, closed her eyes and then opened both her eyes and the box at the same time before she gasped, glancing at the shiny little diamond ring sparkling back at her. “Danny…”

            “Liane Jing, will you marry m—”

            “Of course I’ll marry you, you fucking idiot!” she shrieked in laughter. “How long have you been carrying a ring around in your pocket?”

            “I picked it up a few days before the start of the gag, figuring I’d ask you sometime towards the end of the assignment, but you’re talking about wanting to get pregnant, and you’d kinda been hinting at that for a while now, and since I don’t want our kid to be born out of wedlock, I figured you and me better get hitched,” Danny said with a shy smile on his face. “I’ve been thinking about it for months but wasn’t entirely sure you’d say yes.”

            “Why the fuck would I have said no?”

            “Could’ve been you wanted stability, to not have to ever move, whereas you know me, Li – I’m an action junkie. I gotta be working, even with all my injuries, and I wasn’t sure that was the sort of life you’d be okay with signing up for the rest of your life.”

            “Wherever you are, Danny, I want to be there,” Liane said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto her finger. “I am going to be your wife and the mother of your children, so you’d better fucking get used to me being around wherever you are. I don’t care if you want to stay with Mrs. Churchill, work for Max or go and do your own thing, once this job is done. I’m going to be with you, for all of that, okay?”

            “Yes ma’am,” Danny laughed. “And thank you, for trusting me that much.”

            “Now,” Liane said, moving back across the van over towards his lap, glancing at the screen, seeing Max hadn’t moved an inch. “I think you’d better get to work, don’t you?”

            “What, here? Now?” Danny asked her incredulously.

            “I like it. It’s comfy, it’s cozy and this time, nobody’s watching,” she said with another cute giggle that Danny knew was only reinforcing her case. She was already unbuttoning his pants, kissing his neck. “And look, Max still isn’t even awake yet, although it looks like Kelly’s starting to stir, so he won’t have too much longer to rest.”

            “Ah, she knows better,” Danny said, groaning a little as he felt his fiancée’s hand wrapping around his cock beneath his boxers, beginning to stroke his shaft slowly but surely. “Even if she’s awake, she’ll let him sleep. Besides, her and Jenny have had the most shots at getting knocked up easily at this point. They want him to make it across the f-f-f-finish line.” The end of his sentence had gotten a little ragged as she’d fished his dick out and began rubbing it in the exposed area of the van. They weren’t quite on public display, but it wouldn’t have been too hard to peer in through a window and see what she was doing.

            “Good, because I don’t want to rush this,” Liane said as she slid off his lap to let her shimmy out of her jean shorts and panties before moving back to straddle Danny’s neck. “You know how hard it’s been, watching all those women throwing themselves at one man, not just wanting, needing for him to get them pregnant. It’s made me wanna get pregnant by you so much it fucking hurts.” She slowly slid her pussy down onto Danny’s throbbing cock, her walls moving to grab his shaft like she hadn’t just had him inside of her less than a day ago. “Think how good it’s gonna be not having to pull out this time, how good it’s gonna be, letting loose deep inside of my tight little cunt…” She was whispering in his ear even as she wriggled her ass down into his lap a bit more.

            “Jesus, Li, what’s gotten into you?”

            “You have, dummy,” she giggled again. “But I think it’s also just baby fever, being around all that estrogen. So many women eager to get a man to nut up inside of her.”

            Danny bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his cool, but Liane knew how to press all his buttons. He was a little bit of an exhibitionist and feeling her teeth on his earlobe kept sending shivers along his spine, his hands clawing gently against her back. “You really want this here?”

            “I want it, I want you, anywhere I can fucking get my hands on you, Danny Garney,” Liane said, starting to bounce her hips down in his lap enough to make the van creak a little beneath them. “I’m gonna fuck you so much during the downtime of this gag that you’ll swear I’m a one-woman army, your own personal pussy brigade, a woman who’s primary mission is to make sure those balls never have a drop of cum inside of them.”

            “Fuck, Li…”

            “That’s exactly what I’m doing baby, now give Mommy what she wants… stop holding out on me and lemme have it. Fill me up. Pour it into me.”

            “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck fuck….”

            “C’mon… gimme what’s fucking mine… that’s my cum you’ve got into those balls… it needs to be inside me, getting me good and swollen… I wanna walk down that aisle with a little a little baby bump, so everyone sees and knows I won, that I got your fucking child, and that you belong to me, that I own you… C’mon Danny… breed me… knock me up… give me your fucking seed… pour it inside of me… god, I wanna feel you cumming so fucking bad… just fucking do it already…. Do it do it do it you marvelous fucker knock me up breed your bitch make me a mommy give me that fucking cuuuuuum in my fucking pussy!”

            Danny had been trying to keep his body in check, but with Liane whimpering and squealing directly into his ear, his resistance melted away like a popsicle on a hot summer sidewalk. His body knotted up as his balls clenched up against his body, and he felt like he must’ve poured a liter of fluids from his body into hers, knowing full well that was impossible, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever cum so hard in his life, feeling how each movement made his cock squish around inside of her, which only made her laugh. He looked and saw tears in her eyes, which gave him half a second’s worth of worry, before he realized they were tears of joy, and his lips pressed against hers. “You okay, baby?”

            “We’re getting married and we’re gonna have a baby, Danny…” she sobbed with a broad smile. “Of course I’m fucking okay. I’m over the fucking moon!”

            “Glad to hear it, you two,” Mrs. Churchill’s voice said over the comms channel in the van, a hint of amusement in her voice. “And congratulations, but maybe next time remember to turn off the radio before you have your needs scratched, huh?”

            Danny flipped the switch off in mortification before the two both started laughing uncontrollably.

Kelly Coleman – 3/12/2017 – Monday –10:19 am

            Slipping out of Max’s apartment had been easy, and Kelly had made sure to leave the door a little ajar so she could slip back in, but the constant buzzing of her cellphone had threatened to wake Max if she didn’t handle it, so when she went outside to answer it, she was a little surprised to see it stop buzzing, only to notice one of the girls from the Golf group, Shu Yeoh, standing near the corner of the building.

            “What the fuck are you doing here?” Kelly hissed in a loud whisper. “Nobody’s supposed to be at Max’s house unless he brings them here! It was in the fucking handbook.”

            “Fuck that thing,” Shu whispered back. “We want to know what you’re doing to get the stud back on track.”

            “Back on…? Are you fucking kidding me? The guy’s had like 3-4 sexual encounters a day for the last week, and so far, we’ve kept him from flipping out or getting too suspicious,” Kelly grumbled. “Something that your appearance here would not fucking do wonders for, I’d like to point out.”

            “You need to get him back to the fucking club.”

            “We’re fucking working on it, you bitch,” Kelly snarled. “But we can’t blow the whole thing just because you bitches can’t wait your turn.”

            “We notice you’ve had plenty of time with him.”

            “Yeah, well, I’ve also taken an assfucking and a load in the mouth to keep him from getting his suspicions raised, both of which I would’ve much rather had raising my odds of getting pregnant, so maybe you just back the fuck off, and let us try and keep him from tweaking out,” Kelly said. “He needed the slow morning, maybe even the whole day off, and I’m sorry if that doesn’t time well for the Golf group, but we’ve still got over eighty days left in the whole thing, and there are a lot of bitches who want a turn at the firehose! Now get the fuck out of here before he sees you, and everything’s blown!”

            Shu looked unhappy but nodded and turned to start walking away from Max’s house, as Kelly bit her bottom lip and turned to head back upstairs to Max’s place, slipping back in, closing the door quietly as she moved back over towards the bed. She was about to crawl back into it when Max opened his eyes to look at her. “Needed some fresh air?” he asked her.

            Kelly smiled a little bit, kissing his forehead. “I just needed to take a bit of a walk, make sure my muscles didn’t cramp up in the night.” She reached down and rubbed the wicked scar on her left calf, wincing slightly. “Sometimes it acts funny if I’m sleeping in a new bed.”

            Max’s face immediately looked like he thought he’d screwed up. “I’m so sorry, Kelly, I didn’t know, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked—”

            “Hey, Max, relax,” she said before moving in to give him a proper kiss. “If I was worried about it, I wouldn’t have stayed. I wanted to stay. I liked being here, in your arms, even if I am sharing you with Jenny.”

            “I thought you didn’t mind Jenny.”

            “Oh, I don’t. I like Jenny, but it might be nice to have you all to myself at some point…”

            “You think we need to get up?”

            “I think I want another hour or two sleep with you.”

            “I think that’s a good idea too…”