A-Cup Angst Ch. 03

"Cool," shouted Jamie incredulously. "Cool? Cool with a 'loser' pawing at her daughter?! Cool with me poking my fuckstick into your holiest of holies?! Cool with me being a warlock and you not being a witch anymore?! Cool with me ending your witchy mojo birthright?!" He shook his head and began pacing up and down. He continued in a sarcastic vein, "Oh, yeah, I can already see it! She's gonna hug me, declare her delight at me reducing you to a slave, and then start naming our future children, because you know she's going to be over the moon with the idea of me being the father of her grandkids. Adding my genes to your mighty bloodline. Hell, she's going to sit down with my parents and organize our wedding!" He shook his head and heaved a big sigh. "And what's this shit about seers and vampires and werewolves?! What is this?! A Twilight novel?!"

"According to my cousin, all that stuff in the novels is completely wrong," said Helena.

"I don't give a flying shit," bellowed an enraged Jamie. All the girls flinched, even Sonya. He snatched his clothing from her hands and began dressing. She hesitantly followed suit. "Your mom," he said, with bitterness in his voice, "is a werewolf hunting witchy momma and she's going to hunt me down with a whole fucking clan of witches, and government seers and the motherfucking Navy Seals, for all I know! I am so fucking fucked! She is going to torture me to death, and then your cousin is going to bring me back from the dead, just so your mom could torture me to death all over again!" He finished dressing and paced up and down the room, nervously running a hand through his hair. "I am so fucking fucked!" He stood before a contrite looking Helena and pointed a finger at her. "And it's all your fault, in the first motherfucking place! If you hadn't targeted me with your spell, and then sicced all of them on me, as well," he gestured at the other three girls, "none of this would've happened!"

Helena mouthed a silent apology. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and Jamie forced himself to try and get a hold of his fear. "Jamie," she said, tearfully, "You can handle this. I know you can. I believe in you! All of us do! You can make this all better, and we'll all be ever so grateful to you, afterwards." She finished on a purely sexual note, and the girls picked up on it. They all smiled at him seductively, and it was almost enough to distract him from his vision of impending doom. He breathed deeply and tried to find his center.

"Alright," he spoke at length. "When is your mom arriving?"

"Tomorrow morning," she answered. "She'll be on the red-eye from Seattle, and I'm to pick her up at the airport."

"Does she suspect anything," he asked. Helena shook her head no. "Ok! Here's what we're going to do! Rose, drive Sonya and Sandra home and then go to your house. I want all four of you to pack a small bag with the barest of essentials. Bring all of your books of magic. We're loading everything into Rose's SUV and we're leaving this town in the dust."

"We can't just up and leave without a word, Jamie," complained Helena. "Mom tasked me with a boatload of casting to do before she gets here."

"Fuck that shit, sweetie," he instructed. "All of you, leave some sort of message, or arrangement that makes your folks think you all went on a trip together. A last adventure before college. Do your best to have them not suspect anything. Oh, and don't mention me, or Helena. The official line is that the three of you are off on one adventure, I'm off on my own, and Helena is away on her own thing. Got it?" The four girls nodded. "Good! Rose, when you're done packing, pick up the two of them," he indicated Sonya and Sandra, "and then park at the old mall. Helena and I will walk there, separately. Now go!"

Jamie ran home, vaulting across the fence with his newfound power enhancing his muscles. He put on a fresh shirt and pants, packed another shirt and pants and several changes of underwear, and grabbed the cash his girls earned making lesbian pornos. He set his computer to formatting the hard drive. He didn't know what to say to his family to lessen the burden of his departure, so he used his mind trick power to get them to tell him how they felt. His dad and sister were already glad to see him go, and didn't mind the earlier departure date. His mom was a wreck, she would honestly miss having him there. He used his power on her mind to give her comfort. He suggested she should feel proud for raising a handsome, smart boy and told her to have hope that he would "be somebody", as she often put it herself. Sniffing back his tears, he kissed his mother goodbye and left without a single glance back.

Helena had just arrived at their designated meeting spot, when his phone rang with Sandra's ring tone. He winced. If the government looked up their cell phone records, which they most certainly would, his little ruse was fucked. "Hello," he answered, anyway.

"Jamie," he heard Sandra's worried voice, "Sonya's parents aren't letting her go! They've locked her in the house and they won't come to the door so Rose can charm them!"

Jamie sighed. So much for a discreet getaway. "Tell Rose to stop and come pick me up. I'll deal with this. Oh! And take the batteries out of your phones!" He and Helena removed the batteries from their phones.

"I called Welling in jail," said Helena, off-handedly, "and ordered him to not breathe a word of what happened in my house that night."

Jamie snapped his fingers at her and exclaimed, "Good thinking! Well done!"

Rose drove up with Sandra in the front seat. Helena and Jamie got in the back. "Park us one block from the Mitchell house. Somewhere where we won't be seen." Rose nodded and drove off. After she parked, Jamie got out of the car and calmly walked up to the front door of the Mitchell residence. He winced, as he could hear raised voices all the way from the sidewalk. He pointed his finger at the door and twitched it. The door quietly unlocked and swung open. He walked in, without breaking stride. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, he used his power to make the parents shut up and accept their daughter's imminent departure.

Just as they were leaving, he had a thought. "Hey, Mitchells, do you have any cash lying around," he asked.

"Yes," said Mr. Mitchell, "we have fourteen thousand dollars in cash in the safe."

"Open the safe," spoke Jamie with his power, "and give me the cash." When Mitchell opened his safe and retrieved the cash, Jamie saw that he had a semiautomatic handgun in there, as well. "Give me the gun and the bullets, and the spare magazine," he instructed again.

Armed and flush with fresh green, Sonya and Jamie beat a discreet retreat to Rose's car. "Take us to Cyrus' place," he instructed as soon as he closed the door. "Sonya, remove the battery from your phone!"

Cyrus Pine cracked open his front door to find Jamie and his four lesbian porn stars at his front door. He smiled, threw the door open wide, and exclaimed, "Come in and let's party!" Jamie sullenly led the girls through to the living room. "Can I get any of you ladies a drink?"

Jamie sighed. "Cyrus, man, we've come here for your help," he said.

Cyrus let himself dream, for a moment, that Jamie would say he needed help sexually satisfying his harem, as Cyrus knew well the girls were bisexuals, or more accurately, bi for Jamie. "Uh-huh," he spoke absently. "What kind of help, J.J.?"

Jamie and Cyrus' eyes met. "We need to disappear. No questions asked."

Cyrus saw the despair in his friend's eyes and slumped sadly. It was the story of his life, really. Cyrus meets pretty girl, Cyrus doesn't get to make wild monkey love to pretty girl, ever. He was doubly saddened by the thought of losing Jamie. They had only known one another for three years, but still... "Unfortunately," said Cyrus, gesturing for the ladies to take seats, "a question needs to be asked. Don't give me a precise answer," he admonished with a raised hand, "just tell me which of these three options you are hiding from; the law, the mob, or a group of local, but persistent thugs?"

Jamie looked to Helena. She returned a sheepish look. "All three, actually," he answered.

"Uh," stammered Cyrus, "seriously, dude?"

Jamie nodded solemnly. "It's an employee of the federal government that has a whole posse of independent, competent and motivated trackers on our ass, and ties to the highest levels of, um, how do I put this?"

Cyrus cut him off with a knowing nod. "Ties to the highest of levels of the discreet kinds of power, I got it," he finished Jamie's sentence. "May I just ask to see your mobile phones, please?"

Jamie and the girls presented their disassembled phones. "We took out the batteries a quarter hour ago, different sites across town." Cyrus and Jamie had first met in person, at Jamie's workplace, and soon started communicating through the teamspeak feature on their favorite game server. Those had been their only two methods of communication. Jamie read the question in Cyrus' eyes. "I formatted my computer."

Cyrus heaved a great sigh of relief. IP records were unlikely to lead people to suspect him, as he was on the server far more often than Jamie. "In that case, I can help you," he said. "Do you have anything already in mind?"

Jamie nodded and outlined his plan, "We were going to stick to the back roads, without electronics, for a while. A few days, maybe more. Then we were going to go to a specific place to do a specific set of things, and we'd like to have fake IDs for that. Afterwards, we would need a boatload of money rendered untraceable to us, and new, lasting identities."

Cyrus nodded. He pointed at Jamie, warningly, "Cash payments only, right?" Jamie and the girls nodded emphatically. "Good plan. Solid. The boatload of cash would need to also be laundered, I assume?"

"No," Jamie shook his head, "It'll be obtained legally, we would just need for it to not be traceable to our new identities."

"Well," considered Cyrus, "that simplifies things. We'll still need a couple of weeks to disperse the money and then reassemble it. The charge is twenty percent, straight off the top, and there's a half million dollar minimum." Jamie nodded, taking it all in. "Now, come over here, chicas, I'm going to take your pictures for the new IDs!"

After the brief photo shoot, Cyrus gave Jamie a smartphone that was enabled to communicate with him, untraceably. "We'll need to stay in touch to agree upon deliveries of IDs and cash etc," explained Cyrus. Jamie was delighted at the encryption. Whatever he typed in, the phone turned into mundane conversation, and then sent it through a nondescript webpage. "No one can decrypt it, either," boasted Cyrus. "It's a one time pad, only in use between this phone, and me."

"Cyrus," said Jamie tearfully, "You've been the kind of friend everyone could only wish for. I'm gonna miss you, dude!" They hugged and Jamie warned Cyrus about his pursuers. Well, he warned him as much as he could, without mentioning witchcraft.

Cyrus took the warnings seriously, nonetheless, and called softly to his retreating friend, "Vaya con Dios."

Helena gave Cyrus a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug as she passed him by. She whispered in his ear, "Please keep tabs on our families, here in town, and send word if anything major happens." Cyrus hugged her tighter, compressing her tits against his chest, before agreeing.

"Adios, amigos," Cyrus called after them.

Jamie and the girls got into the car and drove off. He put Helena and Sonya to sleep, in the back seat. Sandra navigated while Rose was driving, leaving him free to thumb through a bunch of volumes they brought, that contained the wards that had been cast on Rose's house by Rose, Sandra and Sonya, back when she had power. The idea was to make personal talismans that would hide all of them from scrying. The sun had already started to set, by the time he quietly gave up. Making a warded talisman to make them undetectable was mission impossible. The amount of power needed was boggling his mind. He could pour his heart and soul into them, only to have them run out the next day and leave him to do it all over again. He looked to the sunset and tried to clear his mind. Despair was of no use to him.

As he admired the colors in the sky and failed to spot the details of the beautiful countryside below, it all clicked in his head. He didn't need to enchant a ward to make them undetectable all the time. Much like the encryption on his new phone, he just needed to make them seem mundane. And, he didn't need a metric fuckton of power, either. His instincts screamed an image of an electrical circuit at his conscious mind. All he needed was to make the bulb, lay the wires, and construct a switch that was flipped by magicians using their power to scry on them. And the whole thing could be powered by the very energy they expended in the scrying. He frantically leafed through the books again, finding absolutely nothing that would contradict his new theory. Quite the contrary, every recorded ward was in accord with Jamie's idea, they were just far cruder and less efficient in their construction.

Just before midnight, Helena and Sonya woke up and they changed places with Sandra and Rose. The trio in the back seat slept, as well as they could, while Helena helped Sonya navigate through the back roads.

The next day found them in a small town. They had lunch in a diner and stocked up on provisions for the road. Cyrus texted Jamie to say their temporary IDs were done and Jamie consulted a map to give him a few locations where he could pick them up the next day. Cyrus texted back the name of a town and the number of the P.O. box the cards would be waiting in. Jamie went to the only jewelry store in town and bought four silver bracelets, two silver placards and one long silver chain. The price was ridiculous. It cost a thousand dollars less than all the money the girls made from porn. He also bought a length of thin, leather thong at the nearby bike and leather store.

He rented a room in a seedy motel, paying the clerk an extra three hundred to keep his mouth shut and forget about ID. In the room, he instructed Rose and Sandra how to cast his wards. He feared it would take him a while to get them to fully understand what they were doing, but they were eager and obedient. The three of them formed a circle, and cast his wards on the silver and leather. Because he had as much power as the two of them put together, their balance of yin and yang made the finished wards look beautiful. They admired their handiwork in amazement. There was one silver warded bracelet for each of the girls, and one leather loop to wear. The wards on the silver prevented scrying and conventional detection, while the wards on the leather prevented blood magic from being used to either find them, or hex them from a distance. Helena's mom, Jamie learned, could try to cast voodoo-doll-like magic on them by use of the blood of their close relatives. Jamie thought about his family back home, unprotected and exposed. He had to remind himself that there was probably nothing he could do to help them if he was still there.

For himself, he warded the long chain and hung two leather wrapped placards from it, like a pair of military dog tags. It was the only type of "jewelry" he could bring himself to wear, under his clothing, and he added some extra protection on his wards. Helena was immune to mental magics and Sonya was all but immune due to her constitutional inability to concentrate on suggestions long enough for them to take hold in her mind. Rose and Sandra's devotion to him made them highly resistant to mental magic as well. He, the master, was, ironically, the most susceptible and needed far greater protection. He sternly ordered each of the girls to never remove the warded items. He knew the wards worked because, the instant Rose and Sandra put them on, he could no longer see their internal magic shine through. They were exhausted by the casting, and they spent the day in the small room, keeping out of sight. After a brief blowjob from Sonya, he, Rose and Sandra slept the whole night in the bed.

Helena and Sonya slept on the floor and were already awake and limbering up their sore backs when the clerk came to alert them of their check-out time. They had breakfast in the same diner as yesterday and then drove to the place where their new IDs were supposed to be waiting. They parked down the street from the podunk town's post office and watched it for a long time, before Jamie reluctantly ordered Sonya to go in and retrieve them. The tall, sexy brunette was in and out in two minutes flat, without any interference. They all breathed a sigh of relief when their new identities were pulled out of the small, manila envelope.

"Ok," said Rose, "Now what?"

Jamie smiled for the first time in days and said, "Vegas, baby!"

They drove for half a day more and then found a used car lot that bought Rose's car for a fair price, using her original identity. A popular truck stop was their venue for lunch and there they found a gruff trucker, with a sleeper cab, that was going to Nevada, but had no interest in picking up hitchhikers. Jamie "convinced" him to make just one little exception and they were off. The trucker drove through the night while three girls were squeezed into his bed. Jamie slept in the seat, with Rose in his lap. By noon, they were in Nevada, buying tickets for a Greyhound to Vegas. Nightfall saw them arriving in Sin City, feeling beat up, exhausted and thoroughly covered in the grime of the road.

The hotel was quite a ways off the main strip and had no casino on the premises, yet even its cheapest suite cost a bundle, particularly as Jamie was paying cash up front. Rose unlocked the door and they all filed in. The main room was big and incorporated the kitchen and dining areas as well. Directly opposite to the front door was the balcony. To the left were a bathroom, a large closet and a bedroom, and to the right, past the dining area, was the master bedroom with its ensuite bathroom. Sandra closed the door and they all dropped their bags as one.

Jamie shuffled tiredly towards the master bedroom and the bathroom beyond. "Sandra, Helena," he mumbled, "come on, let's wash up." The girls pricked up and swooped under his arms to rush him to the shower. Rose shrugged and led Sonya to the other bathroom.

Sandra unbuttoned his shirt while Helena undid his trousers. Helena bent down and took off his shoes and socks. He leaned on her shoulders for support while he stepped out of his pants. While Sandra was sweeping his shirt off him, Helena started the water. Sandra rolled his boxers down his legs and he stepped under the warm spray. He let out a mighty groan of delight. Behind him, the girls shucked their clothing in an instant and stepped into the roomy shower. At first, they actually took the opportunity to get clean but, as soon as Helena was rubbing shampoo into Sandra's scalp and the shorter girl was smiling and grunting in delight, Jamie got hard. The girls noticed and smiled in appreciation. Their shower ran long, each taking the time to thoroughly grope the other two under the pretext of soaping. When their fingers started to prune, they shut off the water. All three of them were breathing hard and the girls were flushed.

Jamie was the first to reach for a towel and wrap it low around Helena's ass. He tugged it back and forth, eliciting little sobs of approval from her. The girls joined in and they continued their teasing with soft cloth, instead of suds. When Helena grabbed each of Sandra's big boobs in a towel-covered hand and started squeezing, Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head. Jamie thought he'd pop off right there and then. He went to the bed and lay back, interlocking his hands behind his head. The girls knelt on each side of him and pressed their warm, firm breasts into his sides. Helena started to stroke him and Sandra focused on gently tickling his balls. Their mouths took turns on his glans. One would cover it with spit, and then the other would lick the spittle off and engulf him with her mouth to run her tongue all over it. They shared his organ between them until he heard Rose's deep, silky voice howl her orgasm from across the suite. He came in Sandra's mouth and went to sleep nearly immediately.