Mike & Karen Ch. 24

"Eyes up here," Andrea said urgently, snapping Freja out of her horny stupor. "If I'm right, the power to the entire estate has gone out. Guess who's gonna want answers?"

Freja swallowed and felt a chill run down her spine and then her inner thigh. She was already in plenty of trouble today with Karen thanks to the rocket-bomb episode this morning. Apparently the Blackwell matriarch did not appreciate being woken up by explosives. One would think someone who had been an officer in the army for nearly a decade wouldn't be so upset about it.

"Get me dressed," Andrea instructed as she futzed with a small control panel she'd found. Why on earth was this the panel that controlled everything? "Forget my panties, just get me looking normal, put my panties in one of my pockets, and then get yourself dressed. Even if I fix this, I doubt we want the boss to find us naked and covered in sex sweat in the basement during a power outage."

Freja dressed Andrea as hastily and properly as she could, given that Andrea was too busy to help her. The taller girl absently stepped into her coveralls, before allowing Freja to wiggle on her tank top. Once she was buttoned securely, Freja put on her socks and heavy boots. That was about as put together as Andrea was getting. She then dressed herself hastily.

"Now gimme my phone," Andrea instructed. Freja complied, and Andrea soon had it hanging from the bandolier she was wearing on her chest, using her own flashlight function to illuminate what she was doing. "Make yourself scarce, y'probably don't want her knowing you were involved after this morning's little mishap."

Freja nodded and scampered out of the room. She was planning on heading for the stairs, but squeaked when she heard the clack of heels descending behind the door. She pivoted and dashed down the hallway, throwing herself through the door at the opposite end and fleeing toward the surface.

She hoped Andrea fixed the problem before long.

***

Upstairs...

Jeanie was moaning in pleasure as she bounced up and down on Les' cock while he sat on the toilet in the fancy bathroom. She had her arms around his neck and she felt his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as his tool slid inside her ass. She'd lubed him up good with her mouth and her pussy, but she was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to have a little bit of stamina. Once he'd made her cum while he was in her cunt, she inched forward and popped him through her tight ring and into her back passage. Not that Les seemed to mind.

"Mmmmm, nice," she purred as she squeezed herself around him while whispering in his ear and then nibbling at the lobe. "Enjoyin' the ride, stud?"

"Oh yeah," he managed to say, using his hands to help move her up and down since he couldn't thrust readily in this position. Her ass was really tight around him, and he wouldn't last much longer if they kept going at the pace. This was obviously his lucky d-

The little room went black. Jeanie and Les paused for a moment in their heated fucking, looking around at the darkness.

"I think your place has lost power," he mentioned.

Jeanie considered and just shrugged. "Ambience, my dude. Keep fucking."

Les nodded and groaned while Jeanie began humping on him again, back in her rhythm. She wasn't about to let a little thing like total power failure cheat her out of cumming. What would they expect her to do about it anyway? She could barely work the designer toaster back in her own condo, forget any of the wizardry around here. No, it was best if she just stayed out of everyone's way, impaled on this nice, warm, throbbing cock that was gonna make her cum again.

"Yesssss," she hissed before pushing her mouth against his and kissing him. "You're doin' good, ace. Wanna try a different position?"

Jeanie felt him nod through the kiss and then she paused in fucking him long enough to brace her feet on the floor while she slowly rose. She shivered as his cock came out of her ass with a pop!, and then she turned herself around, her ass now in his face. Then she settled down slowly, dragging her soft cheeks over his chest and abdomen before arriving back at his rigid member. She reached down and held it steady, leaning forward enough to open her ass cheeks and press the knob on his cock against her pucker again. She groaned in delight as she sank down, feeling him shiver as she enveloped him in her tight warmth.

"Ooooh, hello," she sighed before leaning back against his torso, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "Yeah, this is how I wanna cum again. Play with my tits while we fuck, big guy..."

Les nodded and began fondling Jeanie's breasts while she ground and squirmed sensuously on his lap, spiked to him and not going anywhere until they came together. Their tongues duelled as she turned her head to face his and kissed him, but she could only imagine the look of pleasure on his face since the only thing darker than the room was the inside of her ass. His hands readily groped and fondled her tits, before one hand snaked down over her soft belly to find her clit and tease it, making her squeak and whimper into his mouth.

Jeanie found she was getting close and began a short thrusting movement back and forth on his lap, his cock still trapped in her ass. His flattened fingers flew over her clit, stimulating her, or wiggled inside her pussy, sending jolts of electric delight through her. She could feel her muscles rippling and squeezing around him and knew it wouldn't be long now for either of them. She loved the way his cock was throbbing inside her. It was by no means the biggest she'd ever had, but it was enough to scratch the itch she was feeling, so win!

Their tongues slithered and tangled while she bucked on his lap, heedless of the complete darkness they found themselves in now. His fingers strummed her clit and her wanton netherlips, making her whine in need as she began to peak. Her fingers tangled and clenched in his curly hair while her ass squeezed him harder than ever. She hadn't fucked yet today (that she could remember, and this was just what she needed before lunch. She humped harder, feeling him swelling inside her and knowing he was about to blow.

"You gonna cum?" he panted, both his hands now squeezing her tits again and pinching her nipples.

"Yuh-huh!" she gasped through the kiss. "Keep kissing me, because I'm gonna squeal like a stuck pig, and everyone in the place'll hear me if I don't scream in your mouth!"

They kissed harder and he gripped her as tightly as he could, shivering beneath her. True to her word, Jeanie screeched into his mouth as the orgasm engulfed her, making his teeth vibrate. She felt his molten cum pumping into her greedy ass, milking him hard. Darkness be damned, she was surrounded by scintillating colours that careened through her soul and mind. Gravity was gone as she tumbled through all the pleasure that caressed her and carried her to lovely places.

Jeanie settled back, breathing heavily and releasing the kiss. She kept caressing Les' face as she stared into the darkness, feeling limp with bliss. His cock was still in her ass, softening gradually, no longer pulsing now that he'd cum. His hands had slipped away from her breasts and were dangling at his sides. She didn't mind, it just meant she'd made him cum hard enough that he was good and tuckered out. She was pleased with herself.

"Mmmmm, that was exactly what I needed," she purred, just resting in place on top of him. "Was it good for you too, Len? Len?"

She patted his cheek gently, waiting on a response. "Len?"

Was that his name? Len? Lem? Lev?

She turned slightly to face into him. "You okay, my dude?"

No response.

Jeanie frowned and bent forward, feeling around near the base of the toilet for her pants. She found them and fished out her phone. She turned on the flashlight and pivoted in his lap to shine the bright light at him.

Les was sagged against the back of the toilet, his head lolling off to the side, and his eyes closed. His mouth hung open and drool was trickling onto the floor below.

"Oh, no..." Jeanie breathed, her tone anxious as she pulled herself off his flaccid cock and turned, kneeling to face him, heedless of the pearly cum now oozing out of her ass. "No no no no, not again, nooooooo..."

She rested her phone on a nearby flat surface so that she could use both hands, nudging and shaking him, getting no response.

"Nonono, dude," she whispered urgently. "Nooo, don't be dead, we can't have a stiff in the house when the bishop gets here..."

His head just lolled farther to the left, his tongue dangling out of his mouth.

Jeanie groaned in despair, flopping down on her butt in a creamy puddle of cold spooge. She made a keening noise as she looked up at the ceiling, her hands pressed over her eyes.

"Gnnnn, why does this keep happening to me?" she lamented to no one. "It's like the cottage in Buckhorn all over again!"

Jeanie took several deep breaths and tried to think of what to do. She wished Freja was around to help her figure a way out this dilemma, but she had no damn clue where her wife was. Not that she expected Freja to be understanding at first.

"Yndling," she would say in her weird-ass native language before switching to her adorable accent when she tried to speak English. "What have you done to him?"

"Jeg ved ikke," Jeanie would reply in annoyance, forgetting that she spoke Danish whenever she was stressed. "Not like I keep asking for guys to die when they put their dick in me!"

"Jeanie, don't sweat it," Lexi would say, waving off the incident. "Trust me, it's nowhere near as weird as some of the shit Fre's gotten herself into."

And that's supposed to somehow make me feel better? Jeanie grumbled inside her head while she looked at the body of the young man she'd just fucked to death. Count on Lexi to make me feel like I can't screw up hard enough to match my wife...

She rubbed her face again, still sitting in the jizz puddle, which was now getting tacky on her ass from resting for some minutes on the cold tile floor. Normally this would've irked Jeanie, but she had bigger things to worry about than where to find solvent so she could unglue her butt cheeks from the marble. She scowled as she watched his limp cock flopped between his legs, still dripping cum from the tip. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

Seems like a shame to waste it... oh, wait... I killed him. Dead guy jizz. Yeah, no...

Jeanie was about to simply get up and go find Karen to face the music when the dead man let out a snort and a bit of a lurch, startling her enough that she squeaked and peed a little. He smacked his lips and his eyes fluttered, his limbs moving slightly.

"Oh!" she said, kneeling up again and ignoring the suction sound of her ass cheeks leaving the floor. "Yesyesyes, good! C'mon back, Lem! Don't go toward the light, c'mon back..."

She patted his leg encouragingly, but then thought she'd have more luck if she used his cock to get his attention. She massaged the sticky member in her hand, then leaned in and began kissing and licking at it. Other people might've known what to do, but if it didn't involve sex, it was probably outside her wheelbarrow, to quote Mike. Wheelbarrow? Wagon wheel?

Weeble wobble?

"Heya, dude," she said in a muffled voice, her mouth around his dick. "Welcome back."

Les started to stir, and as he did, he let out a very large yawn. Jeanie tried not to be offended. He righted himself to a sitting position and looked down at her. "Oh, hey. Sorry about that."

"Why're you sorry?" she asked, popping her mouth off his cock long enough to ask the question, her hand pumping his sticky shaft while she did so. "Sorry because I fucked you to death?"

He blinked for a moment, trying to figure out what she meant, then it dawned on him. "Oh... n-no, it wasn't you. I have a mild case of transient narcolepsy."

Jeanie's eyes widened and she looked horrified. "Y-your... your dick's not gonna like, rot and break off in my mouth, is it?"

He closed his eyes for a moment. "I think you mean leprosy. No, I don't have that."

"That thing where you shake uncontrollably?"

"Epilepsy? No. Narcolepsy means I fall asleep very easily and suddenly."

"I fucked you to sleep?" she exclaimed, as she stopped jerking him off. "I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted!"

"Take it as a compliment, I guess," he said, yawning and stretching now while she stood up. "When I exert myself, I often get very tired, very quickly, and I can't help it, I just... fall asleep."

"Sounds kinda dangerous," Jeanie said.

"I normally have it controlled, but I wasn't expecting that little workout, so I guess it caught up with me," Les said, looking around. "I take it they haven't fixed the power issue yet?"

"Guess not," Jeanie replied, shrugging. Frankly, she'd forgotten, since she was concentrating on the dead guy. "But I guess that actually works right now, since it means I can sneak you outta here before anyone catches us playing doctor, y'know?"

"Well, for the record, I had a great time playing doctor with you," he said, smiling and standing in front of her now, his chest just touching her nipples.

"I'm lookin' forward to taking my temperature with your thermometer again," she purred, smiling and tracing a finger along his dick. "In any of my holes. Now, let's clean up and get dressed..."

They wiped up the mess they made before getting dressed. Jeanie scouted ahead, poking her head out of the bathroom, looking both ways down the dark hallway. She beckoned him out and then took his hand, hurrying down the hallway. They reached the big doors in the grand foyer and she turned to look at him, making sure he looked presentable for when he got back to his own workplace somewhere here on the Bridle Path.

"Okay," she mused, straightening out his shirt. "You're lookin' spiffy, you're not wearin' a goofy grin, you're not dead... and you still have the parcel you came for. Aces. Alright, dude, get on back and make sure you're not a stranger, right? Maybe just drink some Red Bull before you show next time."

"I'll try to remember," he laughed while she kissed him on the nose. "Later, Jeanie!"

"Later, Lem!" she replied, waving as he trotted down the steps and then down the long driveway, the attaché case in his hand. She closed the door behind herself, leaning against it and exhaling. Another one survives. That goes in the win column...

Just then the lights all around her flicked back on, and she heard the sound of various bits of technology starting up.

"WOO-HOO!!!!!" she heard Ari whoop from his office.

"Awesome," she said to herself, dusting her hands off from a job well done. For someone who'd started her day by blowing up, things were looking pretty damn good for Jeanie Helena LeTourneau-Kjaer. "Now to find Fre..."

Nothing could stop her now.

***

Sub-basement 3, a few minutes earlier...

Karen was standing in the doorway of the tiny room, her arms folded as she watched the electrician work frantically on a small power box and switch configuration on the back wall. Andrea could feel her employer's eyes boring into the back of her head, and it was making her sweat. She really hoped Karen DeBourne didn't know enough about wiring to realize that she was mostly faking it at this point.

"I dunno, ma'am," Andrea said, trying to sound laboured. "I mean, who would've guessed that the master switch that controlled everything including the backup generators was here in this dinky little crevasse of a room between two actual rooms? I've never seen anything like it."

"To be honest, I wasn't aware of this fact either, Miss Kachelmeier, so I guess I don't blame you," Karen sighed, relaxing her body. There was no point in being mad at Andrea. The wiring in this place had probably been changed endless times over the past century. She would make it an objective to get a diagnostic done and make sure they knew where everything actually was, not where it should have been. This giant space was built for efficiency, so there was probably something they were missing. "How much of a mess is it in there?"

"Bit of a jumble, ma'am, I'm just looking for any faulty wiring before I close it up and throw the switch again..."

Karen observed as Andrea put the plate back on the wall, screwing it in place and then taking a deep breath. She took hold of the switch and looked back at Karen, who looked on passively. Andrea closed her eyes, committing her soul to whomever might be listening, in case this didn't work.

She almost yelped in relieved triumph as she pulled down on the lever-switch and the lights came on, both in the little room, and in the hallway. They could hear machinery droning to life. Catastrophe averted.

"Well done, Miss Kachelmeier," Karen said, nodding. "Expect a bonus on your next cheque for pulling that off."

Andrea blushed, remembering how she'd caused the entire crisis to begin with while in the throes of orgasm. "Oh, I... I dunno if that's necessary, ma'am. I'm just doing my job, y'know."

"Okay, no bonus for you," Karen said simply, shrugging. "I wish all employees were as altruistic as you."

Well, shit... Andrea thought, trying to not scowl. Good job, Kachelmeier, you dumb box.

"Now I need to get back upstairs and continue with my work," Karen sighed, hoping she hadn't lost everything. "And you, young lady, need a shower."

Andrea blushed again. "I do?"

"This room smells like sex, Miss Kachelmeier," her boss said, gesturing around. "I have a very sensitive nose, I have had since I birthed Alex. I could smell a woman's arousal out in the hallway. So you were occupying yourself in another room when the power went out. Take a break and get yourself cleansed."

"Yes, ma'am," Andrea said quietly, nodding her head and not looking up.

"I leave you to it," Karen announced, turning and heading back down the hallway. Andrea watched her leave, trying to steady her breathing. What if Mrs. DeBourne had figured it out? She might kill Andrea. Who'd wanna fuck a dead girl?

Karen marched back upstairs, muttering to herself. All these distractions were putting her behind. Between explosions and power outages, time was running out. The bishop was due, there was a proposal to submit, a priceless artifact to manage to donate, and a neighbour's sanity to save.

Anything else could bloody-well wait. She had shit to do.

***

The kitchen...

"Well now," Theresa said in irritation to no one in particular. "Since the power outage saw to my lunch plans, I hope they'll all be happy with cold pastrami sandwiches and leftovers. Now to see if my dinner preparations can be salvaged..."

She went back to the large island that dominated the center of the room, and where she did most of her prep work for every meal, muttering to herself. Things almost never went wrong in her job, but Theresa was known for getting vexed easily when things beyond her control interfered with her work. Without power, she couldn't even properly make a carne cruda. Thankfully, the outage hadn't been long enough to spoil any refrigerated food, but what had been going in the ovens and on the stovetops wasn't salvageable. She'd need to improvise. On top of everything else, she had some other special items to take care of, quickly.

She was chopping away at some vegetables when she felt a presence in the doorway. She turned her head and she saw Freja standing in the doorway, looking hopeful and carrying a small satchel. Her eyes narrowed.

"H-hello..." the Danish girl said nervously.

***

"It's been quite the morning, Mistress," Val said as she walked close behind Karen, who was striding down the hallway on the main floor, the look in her eyes piercing enough to part the Red Sea. "At least the power is back on, yes?"