Mike & Karen Ch. 24

"Havin' that much luck with the grass you blew up, hm?" Andrea mused, looking down at the shorter girl.

Freja sighed. "It is still cordoned off by the police hazardous unit while they test the samples they took, to make sure I am not poisoning the neighbourhood. I am in no danger of repairing it by three, I have been told us much."

"Meanin' no matter what, there's gonna be a crater in the front yard when the bishop visits," the tall blonde concluded. "That sucks, babe."

"So I ams looking for a place to hide," Freja explained rather forlornly. "Before Karen finds me and eats my inwardly parts in front of me."

"Well y'know," Andrea lilted as she approached Freja and nestled against her, her arm going around the other girl's waist so that they were pressed together. "I know of a tiny, compact li'l room in sub-basement three that never sees any use for anything. I've only been in it once or twice. And since I have nothing to do at the moment, it might be fun to see if we both fit inside it."

Freja considered, but the mere proposal already was making her wet.

"It'll be a real tight fit," Andrea purred, her hand on Freja's tight ass. "We might need to remove our clothes in order to have the room we need. And I wouldn't mind eating your inwardly parts, now that you mention it..."

Freja needed no further encouragement. She took Andrea's hand and began pulling her down the east wing hallway toward the stairs to the sub-basements.

***

A small and quiet office attached to the master bedroom...

She stared at the desktop screen, pursing her lips as she considered her approach to getting the precious funding for the K-19 lab. Resources were somewhat limited this year, and her status as a senior member of the faculty kept her from being able to just make donations to pet projects due to conflict-of-interest. Stupid rules. But the K-19 lab was important, to both her branch of physics, Mathematical, and Michael's, Theoretical. The lab was getting to be out of date, in need of both newer standard equipment, and also state-of-the-art machines so that they could keep pace with other institutions.

It therefore had fallen to her to get the proposal lined up and submitted suddenly, since the professor originally in charge of it had taken a sudden sabbatical after being caught in an indelicate situation with the wife of another professor, both of them wearing animal costumes. Michael was legitimately busy, and it shouldn't take more than a few hours to put together. She considered her husband the more inspirational speaker of the two of them, but she was absolutely his match when it came to the written word. So here she was.

She may have been doing the proposal on the computer, but she tapped a pencil against the desk as she considered her words. Not only was it a simple habit while she was thinking, but she kept writing implements and paper nearby, in case she had any sudden math streaks come out of nowhere that could lead to a breakthrough. She knew the best way to write the proposal was to appeal to the revenue such an investment would generate. Most other groups competing for the funds would try to emphasize the savings involved in choosing their proposal. The board was often skittish about spending money.

So Karen would make it perfectly obvious that giving the necessary funds to improve K-19 would have immediate returns and more than make the money back. She would tease some calculations in her missive, their benefits to the bottom line of the university's budget evident. The university would make money. Quickly. It was a winning formula for getting what she and her husband wanted. True, it might leave other disciplines and departments scrounging, but she could demonstrably prove that this year, K-19 would give the institution the best bang for its buck.

The proposal was very swiftly writing itself.

***

The front lawn...

Jeanie stood in front of the blast crater caused by the accident earlier in the day, frowning as she looked back and forth between the blackened grass, and the tiny bottle of nail polish she held in her hand. The nail polish was a nice emerald green, but she wasn't sure it matched the original colours of the grass exactly.

And how much of this nail polish was she likely to need if she was supposed to paint each blade of grass individually? It didn't help that the police tape still cordoning off the crater was a rather unattractive bright yellow that offended her aesthetic senses immensely. The tape made it harder to tell if the two greens complemented or clashed. How was she supposed to work in these conditions?

And where the heck was Fre? Jeanie didn't exactly blame her wife for the explosion, but this was Freja's fault, so Jeanie figured she should be out here as well. She'd slunk off with some vague excuse about needing to relieve herself, and Jeanie hadn't seen her since. She didn't know how long ago that had been, since she didn't look at her watch when Fre left, nor had she begun counting Massassaugas until her return. She preferred counting boobs, but those often put her to sleep as they jiggled through her mind.

Movement on the driveway caught her eye and she looked over, seeing a young man walking toward the house. He was wearing some rather smart clothes, and he didn't seem all that intimidated by the manor. Was he a local?

He was kinda cute, though.

"Hiya," she chirped as she bounced over to him, happy to no longer be looking at the discoloured and fried grass. "I'm Jeanie."

"Oh, uh, hi..." he said, taking her proffered hand and shaking it. "I'm Les. You must be Mrs. DeBourne's daughter."

Jeanie paused, thinking about that. "I..."

"I'm here to pick up the package for my employer, Mrs. Ingram," he stated, not waiting for confirmation of his supposition.

Jeanie blinked helpfully. "A package?"

"Well, it's a brown attaché case, actually," he explained, giving her his full attention, since she was actually pretty cute and had some nice boobs in a tight sweater. She couldn't help but noticing him noticing. "It's got-"

"Oh, I know what you're talking about!" she said with some excitement, taking him by the hand and pulling him toward the house. "C'mon, I'll get it for you!"

She dragged him inside the manor and pulled him down the hall toward the grand library. Now he was looking around, clearly impressed by his surroundings. He'd thought his employers where wealthy, but this place was every bit as grand! The library that Mrs. DeBourne's daughter hustled him into was nearly the size of the small public library in his neighbourhood when he was growing up. And a lot prettier.

"Here it is!" she announced, picking up the brown attaché case and presenting it dangling on her fingers. "All yours!"

"Oh, thanks," he said, taking the rich, buttery leather attaché case from her. "I'm glad I got this outta the way early. I just had to have it done by later this afternoon, so getting it taken care of now really frees up my morning."

"Oh yeah?" Jeanie asked, suddenly interested.

He nodded. "I don't even have to have this back for at least two hours now."

"Hm, y'don't say," Jeanie mused, smiling at him slyly. "So, does that mean you've got maybe an hour to let me suck your dick and get you to dump a load of warm cum in me?"

Les blinked and then swallowed, noticing how close she was standing. "What?"

"I asked," she purred, using one hand to lift her snug sweater and reveal that she wasn't wearing anything beneath, while the other hand snaked down and cupped the front of his pants. "If you might wanna feed on these needy tits while I try to suck your fillings out through your penis and then get you to fuck me. You game, Len? I'm safe and on the pill, and you have time on your hands..."

This was crazy! A hot chick was just offering him free sex! She may've gotten his name wrong, but who cared?

Jeanie didn't wait for an answer, taking him by the hand and pulling him out of the library and toward one of the washrooms here on the main floor. He kept the attaché case loosely in his free hand as he followed her, still somewhat bewildered. "So your mom won't-"

"Dude, first rule of sex," she interrupted, pulling him into the washroom and locking the door behind them. "Don't talk about your parents during sex, unless they're taking part."

"Okay..." he managed as he watched her pull her sweater off, her breasts springing free. Her yoga pants followed, and then she knelt in front of him, unbuckling his pants. She shucked them and his underwear aside before taking hold of his already swelling member and sucking it into her mouth. Les groaned and rested his head back on the wall he was leaning against and dropped the attaché case on the floor.

What a great day to meet a neighbour's perverted daughter.

***

Down in the sub-basement...

Andrea had been right, the room was a very tight fit, not that either woman minded. They were kissing one another greedily now, tongues rolling around while they hugged close and had one leg slung over each other's thigh. They squirmed their pussies together heatedly, thrilling to the sticky sucking noises that filled the tiny space. They'd kept the lone light in the room out, and the total darkness added a lusty element to their fucking.

Their mouths drew back from the sloppy, wet kiss as they panted, their mingled drool hanging in long tendrils between them before dribbling down onto their mashed tits. Their fingers dug into one another's taut butts as they thrust and ground, clits brushing and making them both moan. Freja loved fucking Andrea because of her strength due to her large frame. Andrea loved how strong the smaller Freja was, with her compact, muscular body, brought to this peak by endless field sports and lots of working out. Even if Andrea had the greater brute power, they could both crush a watermelon between their thighs, meaning their sex was forceful and fantastic. Especially in a tiny room like this.

Andrea gasped as Freja bit her bottom lips and tugged, while Freja groaned in pleasure while Andrea's strong hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving her a delightful stretch. Their rock-hard nipples stabbed into one another, grazing along sweating, sensitive flesh and driving them both wild. Sex with Andrea was very physical, like with Alexa, but also more of a delightful competition. They wrestled with just about every muscle as they fucked, thrilling to the other's strength, and looking forward to the blissful tiredness that followed their exertions as they basked together.

"That's it," Andrea rasped as they kissed again, writhing against each other. "Fuck me... fuck me with that strong little cunt of yours..."

"You are fucking me back good with your cunt," Freja grunted through the kiss, her hands now in Andrea's sweaty, dirty-blonde hair. It was the same colour as Freja's, but seemed darker when it was wet because it was longer. It was normally in a ponytail while she worked, but Freja had torn that out as they began their wrestling sex, so now it hung down her back. Andrea didn't have the same pronounced, sculpted eight-pack abs that her lover did, but her core was flat, and it was very strong. Freja's time in the gym meant she was more toned than Andrea. But they never ceased to delight in duelling over who was the stronger fuck. Maybe they didn't want to know; maybe it was the ongoing contest of fucking that counted.

Their kiss broke again as they panted and hissed, arms wrapped around each other, gazing hungrily into eyes they couldn't see in the darkness. The space was so narrow that each of them was pressed against one of the side walls. The little room was barely long enough for Andrea to lie down in, and she was nearly six feet. It was short and narrow, perfect for an impromptu sexfight and shared orgasm. They felt their pussylips slithering and mingling together, slippery from their wanton desire. Fingers flexed and kneaded on wet, weltered flesh. They could both tell that when they came together, it was a good thing they were in the lowest sub-basement, because the screams of ecstasy they'd let out wouldn't be heard upstairs in the manor.

"Harder, slut," Andrea hissed, her fingers digging into Freja's flanks as she felt the rapture of orgasm building. "Make me scream."

"Make me scream too, whore," Freja growled, her forehead and nose pressed to Andrea's. "Make me cum so hard that I am condemned to Hell!"

Bodies wedged against each other, despite being slicked with sweat, they fucked and ground in a Sapphic frenzy, lost in the need to cum together. Pants became gasps, and then gasps became keening groans before they jammed their mouths together, grappling on to one another in desperation as their clits throbbed and pussies crushed, as if trying to become one.

Both girls shrieked through the kiss as their bodies shuddered and they climaxed, their orgasms slamming into them like a freight train. They ground fiendishly, their pussies making obscene, greedy sucking sounds as they bathed one another in cum. They gripped one another so hard that bones creaked. Tongues duelled to exquisite exhaustion. Andrea felt her strength ebbing, but once the delirium of orgasm had passed, she felt Freja break their kiss and squirm her way down the tall blonde's rangy frame and pull her legs wide enough to squat between them. Andrea gasped and keened as she felt Freja mash her mouth into her blossoming cunt, lapping at their mingled cum and then snaking her wicked tongue inside.

Andrea wailed in tortured bliss, her arms flailing about and gripping at any available surface, her hand smacking down a long-forgotten switch on the wall at the back of the room...

***

Everything went black. Instantly. On top of that, the desktop winked out. Karen blinked, looking down at the dark screen. If not for the mid-morning light streaming in through the window, she would have been plunged into darkness. Her keen hearing detected no electrical sounds in the sudden silence. She heard calls of confusion from elsewhere on the floor, specifically Dave and Trilby.

"What the Hell?!" Dave's gruff voice shouted indignantly. She knew he'd been working on the guest rooms, while Trilby was making her rounds, making sure bedding was supplied in every room. But then Karen's attention was drawn back to her own plight- the computer had just kicked out completely, meaning all her work had likely just been undone. Where was the power? Where were the backup generators?

Trying not to tremble at the thought of all the work she'd just lost, she stood from the desk and walked out of the office and through her bedroom. She marched down the unusually dark hallway, being careful not to trip over anything. One small design flaw in the Manor, perhaps, was that with many rooms on any side of the hallways on all three levels, there were few windows allowing for natural light, except at the ends, where the wings of the mansion began. The solariums had sunlight, as did all the rooms, but without electricity...

She opened every door she could to let in sunlight while she made her way down the grand steps to the foyer, heading immediately to see Ari in his office. She found the cyber-guru sitting at his desk, frantically pressing keys and buttons, wondering what had happened. Distantly, from far down the hall, she heard Theresa swearing exasperation, since if the outage was property-wide, that meant the chef had also lost power, affecting whatever she was preparing.

Ari sensed someone behind himself and spun in his chair to look at her in a panic. Karen put up a hand, indicating he should calm down. "Everything's off. Everything. Just stay put, because if the power comes back on suddenly, I'll need you ready to get everything protected instantly."

The young man nodded nervously and turned back toward his many screens and rigs. She could just make out a large sweat stain in the middle of the back of his jewel-tone shirt. Trilby and Valentina would have fun trying to get that mess washed out.

She walked over to the large front entry and swung the doors open, grimacing as the cool air billowed past her and into her domicile, unwelcome but necessary. She pressed the button on her smartwatch, relieved that remote devices were still working, at least. Clearly, the city wasn't under some form of electromagnetic pulse attack.

"Alex," she said into her watch quietly but firmly. "I want every window in the Manor opened, now. Tell anyone you see. Five minutes."

"On it, mom!" he said readily. There was no particular advantage to opening all the windows, but her time as an officer in the army had taught her a very important lesson: always make sure your troops are doing something to keep them occupied when things are amiss. Opening windows and chilling themselves a little bit would keep their minds fresh while she sorted this out, whatever the Hell it was.

She gave the same instructions to Alli and Tatyana. Figuring that she had three people now hastening to carry out her orders, she scowled as she considered calling Mike to tell him what was happening, but if he wasn't already calling her because his smartwatch had indicated something was wrong, how bad could it be? She would prefer not to distract her husband from his task.

Yes, that's the reason, she muttered darkly inside her head. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with embarrassing yourself by telling him that the Manor is being swallowed up by the earth the minute his back is turned, could it?

She went to find more windows to open before going to find the one woman on the property who might know what on earth was going on, and why...

***

Sub-basement 3...

"The lights, they are not working!" a still-naked Freja said worriedly, flipping the light switch up on the wall near the door up and down repeatedly.

"Thanks for the update, Edison!" Andrea snapped, fumbling in the dark while she tried to figure out what the fuck had gone wrong. It had only been one little lever-switch on the wall of a tiny, forgotten room! How the Hell was she supposed to know that flailing around during orgasm is this room was going to crash the power for the entire property?

"Who the motherfuck thought it would be a good idea to tie every single motherfucking circuit in the entire motherfucking place to one little motherfucking switch?!" she groused while she tried to parse out how to proceed. Flipping the switch back into its former position had done absolutely nothing. "I fucking swear, I'm changing that stupid idea the moment I get the chance!"

"I ams hoping you fix this soon," Freja said anxiously, now fumbling about in the dark for her clothes. "Theresa, she is making her Cajun food tonight, I do not want to miss it."

"Here's an idea, then," Andrea growled, getting frustrated by making no headway. "Find your phone, activate the flashlight function, and get over here to give me a little light, dammit!"

Freja grubbed and tripped around, looking for her pants and the cellphone within its pockets. She finally indicated that she'd found it and turned on the flashlight function, almost blinding them both for a moment as it came on, illuminating the tiny space and brighter than the sun.

"Forbandet!" the Danish girl yelped as she covered her eyes and dropped the phone.

"Thanks, henchman," Andrea groused, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head to try to get the photonic dots out of her vision. "Might as well have Tunde down here."

"Unskylde," Freja mumbled, recovering the phone and trying to shine it helpfully where Andrea was fumbling around, still naked. The electrician may have been muddling about trying to figure out what was wrong, but Freja was soon lost staring at Andrea's taut butt. She somehow managed to keep the phone in place where it was somewhat useful.