Mike & Karen Ch. 13

Alexa considered, frowning slightly. "At all?"

"What I mean to say, my lovely sister," Karen explained, leaning in and whispering in Alexa's ear, "is that it is one thing to tell us your impressions of the rooms, the atmosphere, and the drinks or the staff. But we never talk about the people we've seen, or whom we might have interacted or made love with. It's a club rule, and we've always respected it. The only exception is if someone is a danger."

The blonde pondered her older sister's words and then nodded. If Karen and Mike adhered so rigorously to the rule, there had to be justification for it, after all. She smiled and they kissed lovingly, continuing their dance until the song ended. She found Alex again, and twirled gracefully around the room with him.

"So no talk about Fight Club, hm?" he mused, looking deep into her crystalline blue eyes. "Works for me."

"This whole place, it's like a secret within a secret within a secret," she said quietly, putting her arms around his neck and looking deep into his eyes. "We can be surrounded by scores of people, and still be completely secret and anonymous, even if they all watch us make love."

"Wouldn't blame them," he replied, smiling. "Anyone who doesn't want to watch you make love is clinically retarded, y'know."

She giggled and kissed his nose. "Think we'll ever let the general populace of this place know about us?"

"If we're gonna find instant tolerance, it's here," he said cheerfully, noticing that he felt none of the background stress or worry that niggled at his mind when they were out in the world together. Here, he was completely carefree and concern-free. And he really appreciated that. "So let's make sure we keep this a tradition, right?"

"Yet another promise I'm happy to keep with you, husband ..." she giggled.

***

Earlier that year, late summer, the DeBourne residence ...

Jeanie and Freja were alone in the tub. More exactly, what was left of Jeanie and Freja was strewn across the tub. Jeanie was flopped forward over the side, her knees on one of the seats and her ass in the air out of the water. Her breasts were pressed flat against the cedar wood, as was her cheek while she stared into nothingness. Her hair was sticky with cum, as was most of her exposed body.

"That ... didn't work out quite how I planned ..." she murmured.

"Everything's jumbled higgledy. Kinda whirlypool ..." Freja breathed, her face the only part of her body breaking the churning surface of the water. She stared up at the dark sky blankly. "Creamy black night ..."

"I can't feel my limbs," Jeanie added. "I ... I think he fucked my cunt up into my mouth ..."

"This must be what God feels like ..." Freja trailed off, sinking below the water. "I love dying..."

***

A downtown condominium, the present ...

Dressed in a plush robe, Jeanie eased herself down onto the chesterfield, holding her glass of champagne and feeling very smug. Already sitting on the couch was Freja, also wearing a robe, and seeming very pleased with herself.

"So, yndling," she said, clinking her glass against Jeanie's and taking a sip. "Do you feel avenged?"

"Oh, a hundred p," Jeanie said, sighing happily and stretching out her legs, running her hands through her damp hair. Now was time to celebrate their great victory. "I almost can't believe it worked."

"Once I heard the club policy of never discussing who or what you saw there, even casually, I knew it would work. But your idea for revenge on Mike and Karen for humiliating us back in August, it was brilliant."

"Well, one doesn't like to brag, but yeah," Jeanie said, pretending to wave the compliment off, smiling coyly as she took another sip of her bubbly. "Professor Hulk fucked and came in the same pussy that Alex had cum in moments before, and then Lady Prof sucked Alex's jizz out of me. Total win."

They both giggled as they enjoyed their moment of triumph, because it might be the only one they ever had. If only they'd been able to record it for posterity. Jeanie leaned her head against the back of their massive chesterfield, smiling happily at the ceiling. "Mike mixed his spunk with his son's. One million points for us. Karen sucked that concoction outta me. Two million points. And they'll never know. It feels even better than our BattleTech score, babe."

"Hm, yes," Freja mused, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass. "Anything you might have done differently?"

"Well, no, nothing that we couldn't help," Jeanie answered, shrugging. "I mean, it was pretty wonderful having Alex and Mike's cum in me at the same time, and I was practically sloshing, y'know? I loved that feeling, because they both cum so much."

"Ja, it is a fine trait in them both," Freja giggled, agreeing wholeheartedly with her wife. She went silent for a moment, considering something before she spoke. "There is, however, only one thing that we did not plan for."

"Whassat?" Jeanie asked, lifting her head to look at the Danish girl.

"Well, Mike, he put his cock in Karen, after having cum in you, yes?" Freja stated.

"Yup."

"And his cock, it was therefore not covered not only his own cum, but perhaps also Alex's?" Freja posited.

Jeanie snickered. "So we got Karen twice with the Alex jizz. Bonus points!"

"Maybe, but his sperm is in her now," Freja pointed out. "And we know she is trying to have another child, ja? What if the fertilizing sperm is Alex's and not Mike's?"

"Psh, that's a nothingburger, not to worry," Jeanie said, waving it off. "Alex came in me, and I'm on birth control, remember?"

Freja blinked several times, trying to work her way around her wife's logic and failing miserably. She just shook her head and sighed. Nothing to do now but hope for the best. No one would think of having a blood test, of course, since the only male Karen ever had sex with was her husband. So unless the kid was born with three arms or a flipper on its head ...

"It is in the hands of Sanguinius now, to quote Alex," Freja said finally. "I am very proud of you, my love. And we have a wonderful new club to go to. And our new job as camgirls, we are making so much money."

"I'm glad we won't have to rely on my mom and dad to finance our trip to Roskilde for Christmas," Jeanie mentioned, draining her glass before getting up to pour another. "Our adventures are just beginning, Fre."

Freja raised her glass and smiled at the woman she loved so very much. "To many more adventures, yndling ..."

***

The DeBourne residence, some days later ...

"So, um ... it's past American Thanksgiving," Alexa stated rather shyly, her hands behind her back and twisting her toe into the carpet. She was wearing a cute little dress and had her hair in pigtails. "And I was thinking about your rule ..."

"There are so many, Heidi," Karen replied, looking up from her science periodical as she sat on the loveseat. "To which are we referring?"

"Well, you and Mike have that super-duper-ooper-shmooper-Nazi rule about no Christmas music allowed in the house until after Black Friday, right?"

"I might contest the light in which you've cast said ruling, but yes, go on," the older sister said evenly.

"Well, it's no longer Black Friday," Alexa announced.

Karen tilted her head. "I beg to differ, sister-mine. By my count, we have another seven hours to go."

"But it's no longer Black Friday in Auckland," Alexa replied, sticking to her assertion.

Karen raised an eyebrow. "Auckland. Auckland, as in New Zealand?"

Alexa nodded.

"What has that got to do with when Black Friday expires here in Toronto?" Karen asked reasonably.

"Ah," Alexa said, stepping into the room and holding up a finger. "Your rule never stated that Black Friday had to be over here in Toronto. You just said Black Friday had to be over. So my point is valid."

"Maybe, but by that interpretation, we might have to wait until Black Friday expires everywhere across the globe," Karen pointed out. "And Baker Island is nine hours behind us, making your wait sixteen, instead of a mere seven."

"Karrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Alexa whined, throwing a cute hissy-fit. "I want Christmas!"

"All right, all right," the older girl said, rolling her eyes and smiling. "Do what thou wilt, woman."

"Eeeeeeee! Thanks, Kar!" Alexa squealed, launching herself across the living room and into her older sister, hugging her and smothering her with wet kisses. Karen giggled and weathered the loving assault before Alexa sprang up and bounced out of the room, heading toward the stairs.

"Alex!" Karen heard her sibling call out. "Get your cutie-patootie down here and meet me in the garage! We've got a million Christmas CDs to find and unbox!"

Karen smiled and went back to her periodical. She loved Christmas.

***

1986 ...

The curtain closed, and the crowd began clapping, rising to their feet in appreciation of a fantastic performance. Mike rose and clapped, but not too loudly, since any strong clapping on his part sounded like cannons going off. Next to him, the lovely Karen Gordon also rose to her feet, her gloved hands clapping.

"Okay, I'll admit it," he said, giving her a wry smirk. "Your private box is better than the ones I had."

She smiled back up at him, still clapping while the cast came out to take bows. "I very much appreciate you inviting me, sir, but my seats are always available, year-round. More to the point, though, if we took your seats you had purchased, you would have been planted squarely in the middle of the aisles, obstructing the view of anyone unfortunate enough to be sitting in the rear half of the hall. And that wouldn't do, would it?"

"Probably not," he chuckled, knowing better than to contest her assertion. "And my tickets went to a good cause, once you presented your alternative."

"I still consider myself your guest to this event, of course, since you invited me," Karen added, making sure he understood her position on the matter. "And I thank you for it."

"Am I to infer that you wouldn't have been here tonight if I hadn't invited you?" he asked, looking at her. She was wearing an exquisite emerald-green gown, with complementary gloves that reached her bicep. A glittering green stone sat in a gold pin in her hair. She looked wholly beautiful.

"To be honest, no," she said, turning to look at the cast taking their bows. "As much as I love Pagliacci, I had some papers to finish, and my mother and father would have readily attended. When I told my mother you'd invited me, she insisted we use the box."

"Give her my thanks!" Mike laughed.

"And then there's another benefit to our patronage of the COC, aside from the wonderful seating," she mentioned.

"Oh?"

"Yes," she said, nodding as the house lights began to come on. "Would you like to come back and meet the performers? We can whenever we like, after all. Membership has its benefits."

Knowing better than to seem struck dumb by the unexpected offer, Mike simply nodded. "I'd enjoy that. Lead the way, Miss Gordon."

She took his arm and led him out of the box and down the hall, toward the rear of the theatre, where the green room waited. She smiled as her silly Christmas wish occurred to her.

So many, many more nights like these ...

***

Author's Notes: Well now: 26,000 words, a new record for this story, and possibly my largest to date in any story I publish on here. I think only a few chapters of another story on a different site are larger. Hope it was worth it!

I know this sprawled a lot of places, but it was necessary for a few reasons -- I've got a plot arc to keep moving, and even though it's now May, next up is the DeBourne Christmas Special. After that, a new year and new challenges await our intrepid heroes.

Also watch out with this chapter's posting for the simultaneous release of Chapter I of my new entry into the Alexaverse, 'Freja & Jeanie.' Centered around everyone's favourite lunatics, it will feature many cameos by familiar faces, but expect there to be a lot of madcap humour, some of which is not always available to us in the central story. Give it a read, I think you'll enjoy it.

No, Karen did not pull a time-travel stunt and reference the recent Lord of the Rings movies with her Uruk-hai crack at Mike; she was referencing the 1978 Ralph Bakshi animated movie. Just in case any of you were having a 'Well, actually ...' moment.

Aside from apologizing about the wait, not much else to say. Gotta crank out the Christmas chapter now, and then keep moving forward. Also getting updated momentarily are My Naughty Neighbour, Sapphic Serenity, and The Great Khan, so keep your eyes peeled.

I hope the spring is treating you well, and the weather is ever in your favour.

Keep your stick on the ice!

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