Quaranteam - North West Ch. 06

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QT:NW continues the official Spin Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You do not need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity. This chapter includes elements of mind control through chemical substance, mf and mff sex.

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The house was gone in under an hour. Not just demolished, but bulldozed and scooped up into the dump trucks and carted away. Where it had stood was a shallow hole on the hillside, the remains of the crawlspace that I'd hid in as a young kid, and been scared of as a slightly older one because of the spiders and chance of snakes or other animals. And been annoyed by as a teen, getting told to go clean it out as a punishment for something I couldn't remember.

Most of the others had stepped away once the main show was over, Danielle scooping Ivy under her wing to get to know the new girl in our weird little circle as she and Leo said they would make breakfast. Vanessa gave me a pat on the arm as she went back to work.

Erica stuck with me, wrapping her fingers in mine as she continued to lean her cheek on my shoulder.

I took a deep breath and let it out, closing my eyes for a moment and picturing the house, then letting it go. "Alright, that's enough of that," I said.

"If you need more time, it's OK," Erica said.

"No, no," I said, pivoting in place and wrapping her up in my arms, holding her close. "It's done. I had my moment, and we had moments last night. I just need to let it out and be done and move on."

"You're such a guy," Erica snorted, then lowered her voice to mimic me. "Just gotta rub some dirt on it."

"Do you know why people say that?" I laughed.

"No, but I'm sure it's stupid," Erica said.

"Well, most people don't think about it," I said. "But it's got something to do with natural clay being good for wounds and abscesses. Not replace-modern-medicine good, but it can act as a sort of bandage to help staunch bleeding if you have nothing else."

"I knew you were a hot nerd sometimes," Erica said. "But I didn't realize you were a geek, too."

That got me laughing, which felt good. I ended up taking the rest of the morning for myself, telling the Surveyors I needed a bit of time, and then we rode out onto the trails on the ATVs. Erica drove the second one, having had plenty of practice over the past couple of months, and Ivy sat behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

We gave Ivy the tour, taking frequent stops to show off views that I knew were going to be disappearing sooner than later. I had no doubt the hills were going to change shape to make room for roads and flat plots for houses and yards. We ended the tour up near the spring and the graveyard, where I pointed out to the girls where we had decided our house would be, Leo's next to us, and my sister and her family on the other side.

Then Erica got that look on her face, and she started taking off her clothes, and we ended up naked in the spring stream where it pooled into a little swimming hole - barely big enough to really even call it that, more like a cold, fresh tub than a pool.

Ivy walked us through a lot of her tattoos - she was the kind of girl who got them on a whim but was very particular about her aesthetic when she did. The left side of her body was peppered with dark navy ink, the right clean and smooth, and she danced between Erica and I in the water, spinning with a playful smile on her lips.

We ended up fucking, my bare ass on the rocky bank as Ivy straddled me and bounced like a wild child with my cock in her ass, while Erica stroked Ivy's back and side as she sat beside us. Then, once Ivy was satisfied, Erica washed me in the spring and took me in her mouth, getting me hard again so we could have a leisurely fuck in the grass.

Afterwards, as I lay on my back and stared up at the blue spring sky above us, Ivy crawled between Erica and I and snuggled close.

"This is not normal," she said, her French Canadian accent putting a roundness on her words. "And I am scared about how OK I am with it. Just un petit peu. You both are so wonderful, and I am not so used to relationships. Especially ones that feel so big, so fast. Usually, I would run away from this sort of thing."

Erica rolled onto her side, hugging Ivy from behind. "Don't be afraid to feel," she whispered into the shorter woman's ear as she snuggled her chin against Ivy's shoulder. "All you need to do is talk with us. Harrison is almost too respectful, and things are changing quickly for all three of us. Just talk."

And we did. We talked about nothing for a while. Ivy told us about growing up in the bush of northern Quebec - which didn't sound so different from growing up here in the west coast foothills of the Rockies. Erica told stories about growing up with Leo, and let Ivy in on the story of us crushing on each other but her holding to her deal with her brother. Ivy told us about her younger half-sister Séraphine, and how despite the five-year age gap between them they had always had a close frenemy relationship. They would go at each other like cats and dogs, but if someone else tried to say or do anything to one of them, she knew her sister would be the first person to step in and defend her.

Eventually we got hungry and had to put on clothes and head back down to the controlled chaos of the growing construction site. Ivy rode with Erica back down the trails, and I saw on more than one occasion that she was hanging onto the older woman's tits instead of her waist. We ate lunch with Danielle and Leo, and then both Leo and I were getting co-opted into work with the surveyors again.

I lost track of time for the next couple of days - the surveyors were constantly wanting to double-check locations across the property and asking for guidance to and from different landmarks that we'd set up. And if that wasn't happening, we were meeting with Vanessa and moving the RVs and our vehicles while she organized moving the storage containers to make more room for supplies and equipment getting trucked in.

And if none of that was happening, we were fucking. Often together, with Ivy enjoying the roleplay of being our little plaything. But just as often apart when we wanted some time alone with each other to figure out how we fit together. Sometimes it was quick; a fast shag after eating lunch with Erica bent over the table in the RV or Ivy shoving my cock down her throat hidden in the storage containers, and sometimes we went back to the spring, or another quiet corner of the woods, and we took our time. I fucked Erica up against the old willow tree where I'd lost my virginity to Kara a decade and a half earlier, and she joked about taking the experience back from her - we also almost got caught by Leo and two of the surveyors walking by. Ivy had a particularly adventurous spirit, and one night when the crews were all gone for the day she found one of the office portables that had been left open and took me in her ass while laying across someone's desk.

Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all - only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa.

I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts - one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman.

"Hey, got a second?" I asked.

"Oh, hey Harrison," she said, looking up as she continued splashing water onto the back of her neck. "Sorry I haven't come to check with you and the girls today, we had three more loads this morning of barracks pilings I had to get sorted, and the fucking surveyors are still bitching about not knowing where the sewage lines are going to come onto the property, as if I can fucking answer that question for them or something."

"When's your Dad supposed to finally get on site?" I asked. Her father was supposed to be the General Manager of the entire construction project, but so far I had yet to have seen him.

"Fuck, a few days still at least," Vanessa sighed. "I'm getting tired as shit of the phone tag."

"Well, sorry if this is a big ask and causes you more headaches - any chance we could project ahead a bit and figure out where we can stash the RVs and everything where we're not going to need to move them for a while? Moving everything around is annoying by itself, but I've also noticed some of your guys are spending a lot of time wandering by the RVs whenever the girls are outside."

"Fucking gorillas," Vanessa grunted and grimaced. "I mean, on the one hand, I get it - they are either cooped up in the motel or here working. I'm not exactly thrilled with the situation either. But they could keep it in their fucking pants too, y'know?"

"Look, if we can find a spot, the way I see it we can use the RVs and Containers to set up a yard for us that's blocked from view. Then we can have some privacy and not feel cooped up in the RVs, and your guys aren't tempted to let their eyes wander," I said. "I figure it's a win-win."

Vanessa smiled and patted my arm. "Harri, as long as you keep the fucking indoors, I'll see what I can do about getting you guys some more privacy."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a little worried that Erica and I might have gotten caught at the Willow tree after all, or that maybe a surveyor had wandered up near the Spring without us hearing.

"Nothing, nothing," Vanessa said. "I just- you know we can see the RVs rocking a bit, right? And I don't know who it is, but someone over in your camp is a screamer. We can hear her when she really gets going. Once the guys even gave you a standing ovation."

"Fuck," I coughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I think it's something to do with the vaccine. I've had more sex in the last four days than I have in the last four years. Honestly, I don't even know how I'm doing it - I ain't old, but I'm not a teenager either."

"Well, god bless the vaccine I guess," Vanessa smirked. "And good for you. Just do me a favour and keep it inside the RVs 'till we can get you that privacy. We don't need the entire site shutting down to listen to you fucking your girlfriends."

I shook my head again with a self-deprecating smirk. "Um, deal. I hope."

That made Vanessa chuckle, and we parted ways for the afternoon.

The next day, she came back in the morning and explained the plan she had worked out with the Surveyors and one of the tree-clearing crews. By mid-afternoon, a new swathe of the back end of the hill was bare of trees, and a bulldozer scooped dirt into the holes left by ripped-up stumps. By the time Vanessa left that evening, two of the storage containers had been shifted around by the 'gorillas' and positioned in an L-shape for us in the new location, and Leo and I moved the RVs to form the other two sides of a square.

When Vanessa came by the next morning we'd hung up some old, heavy blankets at the corners to maximize our privacy, busted out the lawn chairs and barbecue, and were on our way to turning the space into an outdoor living room. Leo and I even went so far as to rig up an old bell we'd salvaged from the barn on a wooden post with a metal knocker on a string to serve as a doorbell.

Erica was the one to answer Vanessa's ring of the bell, and she swept aside the blanket curtain. "Welcome to Casa de Black," she declared.

"Jesus," Vanessa said, walking into our new home base. "You guys didn't want to wait, did you?"

"Why would we?" Leo asked. "We don't know how long we're going to be living like this, so might as well make the most of it." Leo had decided to make one last addition to our current set-up, and had pulled a loose slab of wood from the container holding all his tools and was carving 'Speak Friend and Enter' into it the makeshift sign with his handheld angle grinder. He'd already been talking about using his torch to burn the wood before giving it a clear lacquer coat.

"What can we do for you, Vanessa?" I asked. "Need some breakfast?"

"Actually?" Vanessa chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second and peeked back outside the yard. "Breakfast would be fucking great. They're feeding us at the motel, but it's been the same instant oatmeal every fucking morning."

"Well, we've yet to have our egg hookup dry out on us," I said. Old Mrs Branston lived about fifteen minutes down the highway and had been selling eggs to three generations of my family - through the pandemic and quarantine we'd set up a system where I called ahead and she dropped off two dozen eggs at the end of her driveway, and I left a ten dollar bill in her mailbox. "How do you like them? I think I'm getting pretty good at using the grill with a frying pan."

We hosted Vanessa for about fifteen minutes as I fried her up some over-easy eggs and some toast to go with it, and she started devouring the first two so quickly that I put another two in the pan for her immediately. While I cooked, she shared the most recent gossip running through the construction crews.

"So the latest group to come in said they got testedfour times before even leaving the airport," she said around a mouthful. "They were basically flown into Portland, put in little hygienic pods inside the terminals until they'd tested negative all four times, then escorted to military transports. I guess the army is our taxi service or something, and there are members of the national guard currently standing watch at all of the motels. It's kind of fucked up and feels like a prison, honestly. We're not even supposed to mingle outside with each other, despite the fact that we all work together here all day."

"Who's feeding you all?" Danielle asked. "Just the people already working out there seems like a lot."

"Some catering service is making these prepackaged meals," Vanessa said. "The breakfasts are shit, and the lunches are whatever. The dinners are OK though - microwavable, and waiting for us when we get off shift."

"Have you heard anything else out there about the vaccine?" I asked.

"Mmm-mm," Vanessa shook her head. "But I mean, I spend my time working."

"I'm still not seeing much online," Leo said. "Little whispers on social media, but then it disappears before it gets going."

"That's kinda fucked up," Erica said. "We know it's real. The government must be censoring the information or something.

"Well, whenever it happens, I don't know what I'll do," Vanessa sighed. "I like working too much, being my own woman. I bring in more cash in a year than almost every other person I graduated high school with, I've been doing it for years, and I don't have any debts. I can't just get tied down to some guy."

"You would be surprised, Vanessa," Ivy spoke up. "I am this way too, no? I left home to make my way, and I am happy doing it. But now I am happy here, and am also safe from the sickness. It is not how I saw my life going, but c'est la vie, non?"

Vanessa shrugged, and we moved on to some other topics until her radio squawked and she had to run off back to her work.

By lunchtime I'd already done another two quick guides into the hills for the surveyors and Leo had gotten his nerd-sign carved out and torched, and he was spray lacquering it outside the yard with a facemask and safety goggles on to cut the strong fumes. He stopped the sprayer when he saw me approaching and stepped away from the sign. "Hey, you able to help me out with hanging this tonight?" he asked me.

"Of course," I said. "I gotta help you fly your nerd flag somehow."

"Yeah, says the guy with the Lord of the Rings concept art cycling as his desktop screen," Leo rolled his eyes.

"It's for my work," I said. "Top-notch inspiration." And then I realized I hadn't opened my laptop in days - not since I'd finished the questionnaire that had led to Erica choosing me. And Ivy for that matter. I hadn't checked emails, I hadn't reached out to contacts. Fuck, I hadn't even sent in my last work-for-hire backgrounds.

"Whatever," Leo laughed and punched me in the arm. "Look, when you go in there, just know it wasn't my idea, OK? I only helped them move the stuff."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You'll see," Leo said cryptically.

I ducked through the blanket door and immediately saw what Leo was talking about. Space had been cleared in the centre of our sheltered yard for three of the heavy Adirondack deck chairs, and laying in those chairs were Danielle, Erica and Ivy. Each of them was wearing a bikini and were glistening with sunscreen and sweat from the sun as they tanned. They had a Bluetooth speaker playing songs from their phones - I suspected Erica was trying to convince the younger two women of the virtues of mid-2000s pop punk.

"Oh, good," Erica said, grinning as she saw me coming into the yard. She lifted her glass. "Um, excuse me, waiter? We could use a top-up, please."

I snorted and shook my head, walking over. All three of the women were in two-piece swimsuits, though I suspected Danielle and Ivy's were possibly part of their stripping gear rather than actual bikinis. Both of their suits were more string than fabric and left little to the imagination. Erica's was a bit more conservative, though really not by that much because of her swathe of cleavage. "What are we drinking today, ladies?" I asked.

"I made up a pitcher of sangria," Erica said. "It's in the fridge in our place. You would be the absolute love of my life if you were to go get it for us, please?"

"I thought I already was the love of your life?" I asked with a smile.

"You are," Erica smiled back. "But this will get you to the front of the line for my next life, too. How about that?"

"Does that go for all of you?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Ivy grinned.

"I think I could definitely do worse," Danielle grinned. "But I think Leo might have something to say about that."

"Harri can take my brother," Erica chuckled. "Don't worry, Danni. Just sell your future soul to Harri, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Fine. My future love life for a refill of sangria," Danielle giggled.

I fetched the pitcher and poured for the three women, unable to wipe the grin from my lips as I watched and listened to them bantering back and forth happily. By mid-afternoon, the tanning was over and after a quick fuck in the RV Erica and I were lounging in the Adirondacks, each of us with a sketchbook in hand.

"What are you working on?" I asked. "I know you've been as frustrated as I have over the last month."

"A tattoo design for Ivy," Erica said, her brow creased as she tapped her pencil against her lips thoughtfully. "Now that I have a future canvas, I feel like I can concentrate again. Plus the sex helps a lot."