“HOLY Crap! I bellowed, “Thank you Lord ... thank you…thank you!” I suppose this might be a typical shocked response for anyone winning $283,000,000 in the Powerball Lottery. I checked the odds once and discovered it was 173,000,000 to 1. Now I had just became the (1) and became extremely wealthy overnight. I had always said it would take Divine Intervention to win, but it was something else. Brin had given me the winning numbers and promised that I would win with them. I played the numbers, even though I considered Brin full of shit, but he was correct. I would now have to change my opinion of Brin and accept that he must be correct in all the other things he had told me.
I met Brin in a Prepper website. I remember I had posted the following:
I am convinced that a catastrophe (from nature or more likely man- made) of some sort will happen in the near future. I believe that the average person is totally unprepared and ignorant in the basic skills of “survival”. I'm thinking the flow of events would happen like this:
Catastrophe happens – panic, fear, uncertainty, loss of hope
Infrastructure collapses – communication, electricity, water stop,... stores stripped clean, looting, the strong/bully segment emerge.
Average person huddles in their home/apartment hoping that everything will somehow 'come back' to normal (..or at least for as long as their personal resources last).
After about 3 days to a week of no food, the layer of 'civilized man' begins to crack and people begin to do anything necessary to acquire what they feel are the 'essentials'.
The initial grouping would be at the church/family/close friends level because of inherent trust.
People begin to carefully 'group' to gain the 'protection' of numbers... Groups will battle each other for available resources or power.
Areas more remote and miles from metropolitan cities should be in better shape because in many cases these are rancher/farmers and as such have a better understanding of living off the land... plus, they stand a much better chance that what they have will not be ravaged by roaming gangs from the city because of the distances.
The folks in these remote areas may very well have the opportunity to come together (as neighbors which have helped each other in the past) and form a protective 'group' of their own which is charged with defending their 'homeland'.
The gangs will grow larger and canvas further out, and no one or group will be safe.
As food becomes more scarce, without the existence of law enforcement or organized armies the gangs will kill to take what they want and become primitive. Civilization ceases to exist.
Brin asked me what I was doing about it?
I said, “Well, nothing. I have plenty of ideas and plans, but unless I win the lottery I don’t have the capital to do any of them. I guess this statement laid the groundwork for everything that followed. We got along well, and his enthusiasm transferred to me. We communicated via e-mails for weeks exchanging ideas, even plans, but it wasn’t until last week that he came right out and asked me to partner with him to build an off-grid complex for survival and defense. I told him I would love to, but nothing had changed, and I didn’t have the capital.
Brin said, “You are still waiting to win the lottery?”
“Yep, that’s the problem.”
His next e-mail shocked me to the core. It said play these numbers in the Oklahoma Powerball Lottery on this date. When you win I will assume you will then be my partner and will follow my guidelines.
Can he be for real or is this some kind of a sick joke? Of course it’s a joke, but the doubt remained in my mind. Certainly, I was curious enough to play the numbers, which I did and incredibly I won! Now what? I’m committed but committed to what? I started to get scared. I better find out just what I have gotten myself into. Obviously Brin had some kind of power, but at least I’m the one with the $ 283,000,000. Maybe I’m the one with the power. Oh well, it’s time to find out.
I sent an e-mail to Brin. It simply said, “I won the lottery. Now what?”
His response simply said, “Now you start building the off-the-grid compound ... quickly. I suggest that you deposit the money in several banks for diversity and protection, set up a$30,000,000 account with a stock broker, immediately start negotiations with several of the major Muskogee/Tahlequah area contractors capable of building fast and, if necessary, can build night and day. I have developed detailed construction plans for the complex you described, which are attached to this e-mail. I have added and improved your plans to accommodate some of our needs.”
“I have also done some research on you and know you currently live in Muskogee, Oklahoma. This is an acceptable area of your country to base our complex. Through Google Earth I have also located a prime location in your area. As you will see on the attached map, this one hundred acres is on the banks of Lake Tenkiller just east of you. This acreage also includes an island, two in fact. The big island provides the perfect protection for the main complex. It has water on three sides and access to the island from land will be by bridge, which will be a draw bridge, also for protection.”
“You need to find an aggressive real estate agent to purchase this property for you. It could be complicated and difficult, so be ready to pay incentives and bribes. I discovered that you are 50% Cherokee Indian and are a member of the Cherokee Nation. This property is within the Cherokee Nation, so it might be beneficial to seek their help, possibly even partner with them.”
“This is a good beginning. Good Luck.”
Talk about panic, I have no idea what I have gotten myself into, and I did not respond to his e-mail. I figured I had plenty to do, and I could figure out what to say later. It took all the next day getting the money. I had to take off work to drive to Oklahoma City to claim it, and was still doubtful until I actually had the certified checks in my hand. The IRS was standing in line to get the government’s share, not to mention the State of Oklahoma. Between the two they took over $100,000,000. I couldn’t believe it, but I finally was approved. Like Brin suggested, I had them give me four checks. I still couldn’t believe I had won that much money and kept looking at the checks. By the time I returned to Muskogee I was a believer, especially when I deposited the checks into the Banks. The bank officials looked at me like I couldn’t be for real, and I felt ten feet tall. I had no idea how to set up a stock broker account, but a branch manager helped me set one up. I still didn’t know what I was going to do with it, but I did as Brin asked.
I was all smiles as I left the last bank. Being a poor man, I was not used to money, but I was learning fast. My wallet was full of $100 bills and blank checks, and the first thing I did was head to the GMC dealer and pick out a new bright red GMC 4/4 extended cab pickup. Well, it was the second thing I did. The first was quitting my job. I always wanted to say, “Take this job and shove it.” I didn’t say it, but it was nice to know I could have. It was fantastic not to have to worry about the price for the pickup, and I didn’t even haggle the price. As a business major in college this was completely out of character for me. Usually I love to haggle price, but I figured this once I could live with it. When they asked me if I needed financing I of course said no and proceeded to write a check. Being a thirtyish looking Indian male, I’m sure they didn’t take me serious at first, but when they called the bank on my check they got serious very quickly.
With my scheduled chores done for the day I found the most expensive restaurant I could find and headed in. I was thinking the waitress would be surprised at her tip today.
It was time to consider my situation. I had tried to keep my mind clear today, but it was time to consider some of the red flags waving in my head from the last conversation with Brin. Things just didn’t seem to add up. Several times he had mentioned the need for speed on our project. I would have to find out more. Another thing bothering me was an apparent slip in the use of a word. Brin had said, “Your country”, like he was not from this country. Just where the hell was he from? But, I suppose the most troubling thing: Brin had delivered on providing the winning lottery numbers. How the hell did he do that?
My attention was focused upon my thoughts, but shockingly, it immediately turned to the gorgeous black-haired waitress. Wow, what a beauty. I decided to put off my concerns and concentrate on some serious flirting. She had long curly black hair that shined in the dim light. Her smiling face lit up her light brown eyes. The tuxedo like white shirt and black skirt were filled out with a stunning figure that totally captured my attention.
Throughout dinner she returned often to check on me, and since the restaurant was slow, she even sat and visited, and I began to learn more about her. Janet Walsh was her name, and she was a senior at NE University in Tahlequah earning a degree in chemistry.
I got brave and asked, “What time do you get off? Maybe we can go get a drink somewhere.”
Janet sort of looked sad and said, “I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.”
I said, “That’s too bad. I would love to know you better.”
When she came back to take my bill, I dished out two hundred dollar bills for a bill of $75.00. When she gave me a questioning look, I said, “The rest is for you. Keep the change.” I always wanted to say that. When she returned with my receipt she leaned over and said, “My boyfriend is working out of town. Maybe we can go for that drink. I get off in an hour if you like.”
“I would like that very much. I’ll meet you outside in an hour.”
I thought to myself, “Wow! I can’t believe my luck.” I then remembered my small apartment. I couldn’t take her there. It was a dump. I took off to get some wine and a room in a nice place. That went quickly, and I was waiting in my new pickup when I saw her come out. I blinked my lights and got out to wait. I opened her door and helped her into the passenger seat, while I continued to appraise her beauty. She was shorter than I had expected, maybe 5’ 2”, maybe 115 lbs, with a round bubble butt and large breasts. In short, she was a beauty. We talked easily as I drove to the hotel room. It didn’t seem to upset her as I pulled into the hotel parking lot, seemingly expecting this.
Once we were in the room I popped the cork on a bottle of red and white wines. Janet sat on the bed and took the white, while I took the red. All the signs seemed good that this was going to be a good night. Janet had accepted the fact that I had taken her to a hotel, she accepted the wine and even set on the bed. Things were looking up.
We sipped our wine and talked. I was curious about her boyfriend, but I didn’t want to bring up the subject, thinking that I didn’t want her thinking about her boyfriend. She, however, brought up the subject. She mentioned that they had been going out for a few months, but he worked much of the time out of town, and she hadn’t seen him in over a month. Yep, this was going to be a good night. She was here with me and things were going well. I moved from my chair to sit beside her on the bed, and I was ready to make my move. Unfortunately, her cellphone started ringing.
Janet looked at her phone and said, “Shit! It’s my boyfriend.” It looked like she might just let it ring, but finally she said, “He knows I’m off work. I have to take it.”
Graciously, I said, “Go ahead. I’ll stay quiet.”
She said, “Thank you,” then “Hello.” She was nervous but continued the pleasantries with her boyfriend. They were obviously catching up and talked about his work and her job, but slowly the conversation got more personal. I could tell when she said, “Yeah, me too. I miss you. Me too.” Obviously, he was talking sexual to her and after a while she slowly began to respond. She didn’t want it to happen with me there, but there was nothing she could do without him starting to ask where she was and why she couldn’t talk. I watched her and slowly began to massage her neck. She stiffened up, but there wasn’t much she could do. I felt her begin to relax and gently pushed her back on the bed. She resisted at first, then allowed herself to lay back as she continued to talk softly. I heard him say, “My bra and panties.” I knew then that he was undressing her on the phone and allowed my hands to begin undoing the buttons on her white blouse. She immediately grabbed her shirt with her free hand to stop me. She looked into my eyes and I into hers, then she dropped her hand away giving me access. I slowly began to unbutton all the buttons, pull the sides of her blouse back on either side, exposing her black lace bra and soft skin. My hands gently began rubbing and caressing her stomach. As I continued, her breathing got heaver. I’m not sure if it was from me or his phone seduction, probably both. My hands slowly slid over her breasts and began caressing them. Janet was really getting into this now, and when my hands slid under her bra to cup her breasts she moaned loud. I lifted her bra and let her breasts free. Her nipples stood hard, and I rubbed my thumbs over them, then rolled them between my fingers and thumbs. She was breathing heavy and moaning almost continuously. I began kissing and licking all over her beautiful breasts. When I sucked her nipples she screamed.
She said into the phone, “Oh yes, keep talking to me. Keep doing these things to me.”
I took this to mean keep doing what I was doing. I kissed down her stomach and wiggled my tongue deep into her navel. Her body began quivering. I slipped my hands down and under her skirt and began slowly working her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing matching black lace bikini panties. Even though her panties were black I could see and smell her juices, and it was intoxicating. She kept moaning and talking, encouraging her boyfriend as I slipped her panties down and off her legs.
Janet said, “Hold on a minute, Danny. I need to remove my bra and panties and get naked for you.” She lay the phone down and quickly set up and began removing her blouse, bra and skirt. She leaned toward me and kissed me hard on my mouth, then wiggled completely back up on the bed and propped her head on a pillow. Janet looked at me, smiled and spread her legs for me. I smiled back and dove between her hot thighs. I wrapped my arms under and around her thighs and spread them wide. She had picked her phone back up in time to moan heavily into it as I slid my tongue through her pussy lips. Her thighs were quivering and her pussy generating an abundance of sweet nectar as lapped it up. I wanted more, so I slid my hands under her butt cheeks and lifted her butt into the air and propped her up on my elbows. The angle was much better and my mouth was able to completely covered her bald pussy as my tongue explored every inch of her center. When my tongue touched her clit her pussy and thighs began to quiver heavily, and I sucked her button into my mouth, while rubbing it with my tongue. She began screaming and her entire body went into convulsions, her pussy flooded my mouth and face with juice, and her thighs clamped down hard on my head. I would say she had one hell of an orgasm. I heard her say, “Hell yes, I had an orgasm. Thanks.”
When she calmed some she released my captured head and twisted off my propped hands to fall face down. Her and her boyfriend were chatting more calmly now, but I was screaming inside for release. I quickly straddled her thighs from behind and began probing my dick between her butt cheeks. She was so wet I had no trouble finding her hot tunnel and sank deep into its depths. Her pussy was still quivering from her strong orgasm as I began pumping into her. She was shocked but seemed to love it. Her butt cheeks and pussy muscles gripped my dick so hard I almost screamed, but I held it. I heard her say, “I made a mess. I have to go get cleaned up. Yeah, it was great. Talk to you soon. Love you, too.”
Janet relaxed and grabbed hold of her pillow and held on screaming, while I pounded into her hot, tight pussy and butt cheeks. I was in such an excited state that it didn’t take long before I exploded into her steamy and quivering pussy.
I finally rolled over beside her, and she cuddled up close and said, “What the hell did you say your name was?” We both started laughing hard.
I said, “My name is Mike Brannon.”
Well, Mike Brannon, that is the most kinky and erotic thing I have ever experienced, and I’m about to show you how much I appreciated it.”
That is exactly what she did for the rest of the night. She rode me like a cowgirl and each time I thought I was finished she always found a way to get me going again. It was unbelievable.
By mid morning we were both exhausted. We showered together, dressed and said our goodbyes. Janet gave me her number with instructions to call her anytime, and I’m sure I will.
Damn the whole evening had been surreal. Certainly, I had forgotten about Brin, but as I dropped Janet off at her car every thing came flooding back.
Sure enough when I returned to my apartment there was another e-mail from Brin. It was simple: “How are things going?” A second later e-mail said, “I have found a real estate agent for you. She actually works for the Cherokee Nation, so she can be double helpful. He gave her name, Nancy Macintosh, and contact information. Please contact her as soon as possible. I have already sent her the map of the property, and she is already working on it.”
This angered me. Damn he was pushy. I fired back an e-mail saying, “Brin, first I have done all you suggested. The money is in four different banks, and I set up the stock broker account for 30,000,000. I hope you know I don’t know a damn thing about buying stock. Next, I will go see Nancy Macintosh tomorrow and see what we can work out on the property.”
Now, for you. You need to provide me more information about where we are going with this and why such a fast rush. You also need to tell me more about you and your group. I have lots of questions which need answering.”
As was normal with communications with Brin, there was no immediate response, and he didn’t expect a fast one. He would just have to wait, so he would proceed with the meeting with the realtor. He hated to be pushed, but actually it was still early in the day and decided to go ahead and take off for Tahlequah and try to make contact with Nancy Macintosh. If he was honest with himself he was actually excited about this project. It offered many challenges, and that intrigued him. He had never been backed with huge capital before, which gave him a tremendous negotiating advantage.
On the relatively short trip to Tahlequah he called Nancy, and she answered after only one ring. Obviously Nancy had already programmed his number into her cell phone and was anxious to talk to him.
Nancy said, “Hello Mr. Brannon. I’m glad you called.”
“Please, call me Mike. I’m on my way there to see you. Can we meet this afternoon to discuss this project?”
“Of course. Let me suggest we meet at Starbucks just down the street from the Cherokee complex on South Muskogee. My office space at the Cherokee complex is limited. We will have a little more room to spread out there.”
“That sounds great. I should be there in about 30 minutes. I’ll be the one wearing a red ball hot.”
I got there a little early, but I immediately saw her standing outside. Wow! what a beauty she was. She looked to be in her late twenties, smallish, dark complexioned with long dark hair, and as I got closer I saw those big beautiful brown eyes looking and smiling at me. It didn’t take long, however, to discover that she was totally focused on the business at hand.
We spent little wasted time and got right to business. I quickly realized that Nancy was quite competent and totally committed and focused to accomplishing this project. I immediately gained confidence in her ability. In fact, she had already made offers on the property that was privately owned. She informed me that Brin had been correct in his analysis on the property owned by the State of Oklahoma. The only option for a deal on this property involved the state selling to the Cherokee Nation, which then could be co-owned with a Cherokee citizen as the majority owner. Precedence exists, because the State of Oklahoma has a history of selling state property to a major nationally recognized Indian nation. She said it’s a little on the grey side but it could be done with a few carefully selected political contributions. She smiled at this statement and kind of shrugged, as if to say, “It’s up to you.”
We continued our discussion through a couple more coffees and finally a sandwich. Papers and maps were spread out over the table top, but we didn’t seem to have enough room. Finally Nancy said, “You know, I don’t live too far from here. Maybe we should move over there and spread out there. I have a conference table there that will let us view all the maps and documents.”
I said, “Actually that sounds like a good idea, but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience your family.”
Nancy said, “I’m not married. I do live with my sister, but she is out of town, so there is no inconvenience. Let’s do it. We still have a lot to discuss, and we still need to sign some contracts.”
We quickly packed up, and I followed her to her home, which was not very far. I was impressed with the decor, and Nancy had certainly been accurate about having a conference table. It was positioned in an oversize dinning room, which obviously had been purposely planned for a business office. Apparently, she had used this room for her business many times.
They continued to go over maps, documents and contracts for hours. Unfortunately, my busy night with Janet and my lack of sleep began to take its toll on me, and I began to nod off. After jerking awake I said, “Damn, I better head home and get some sleep. Maybe we can continue this tomorrow after I get some sleep.”
Nancy said, “I don’t think you better try to drive all the way back. You will fall asleep at the wheel, and I don’t want you crashing before we get the contract finalized and signed.” She smiled really big when she said that. “You can crash in one of our bedrooms.”
I thought about it for a few seconds and said, “You might be right. I’m really tired. If you don’t mind I will accept your offer. Nancy quickly ushered me to a bedroom down the hall. The bedroom was equipped with a full King sized bed and attached private bath. I was very tired, but I hate to go to bed without a shower, so I quickly showered, dried off and slipped my boxer shorts back on. I was asleep almost immediately after falling in bed.
I have no idea how long I had been asleep, but I awoke with a start to the sensation of soft warm flesh straddling my thighs and a wet and extremely hot quivering pussy engulfing my cock. It certainly was not unpleasant. Actually, it felt wonderful. I was extremely hard and deep in this hot, velvet sheath, and she was riding me hard. I could hear her breathing hard, but in the dark I couldn’t see a thing. Nancy must have gotten aroused and decided to visit me during the night. I was almost afraid to move, thinking it might end, but I was getting really aroused. I lost control of myself when she began pounding down hard and grinding on my stiff cock. My hands moved as if of their own mind to slide up her soft thighs and up to grab her hips. I was building up a massive orgasm and held her hips and began to drive up into this tight pussy gripping my cock. I held her still and began to piston up into her hard and fast, lifting her and bouncing her on my cock. This seemed to surprise her, and her pussy muscles clamped down hard on my cock as she erupted into a massive orgasm. As she did she began to scream through her orgasm. I continued to impale her tight pussy, feeling my own orgasm rushing up.
Suddenly, the lights of the bedroom flashed on, which abruptly ended my pending orgasm. I quickly looked toward the door and saw Nancy standing there in shock. Almost simultaneously Nancy and I yelled “What the hell?” I then looked up at the naked lady still impaled on my cock. She was shocked also and said, “You’re not Tom.” She was trying to roll off my cock, but I continued to hold her hips. She was petite and I held here easily. Sure I was shocked, but my cock needed release. I was almost out of control with pent up lust and desire, and after all, she started this, and I intended to finish it.
I said, “Your not going anywhere until I finish.” I remained inside her still quivering pussy as I rolled her on her back. My arms slipped under her knees and pulled them high. My hands gripped her upper arms as I began pumping my cock into her. Initially she started to resist, but that only lasted a few strokes. She was still recovering from her massive orgasm and soon began her climb to another. She began moaning that quickly turned into screams which got louder as I pumped faster and harder. I was pounding hard into her clinching pussy when her second orgasm hit her. Her screech almost deafened me just before she passed out.
Nancy, dressed in a short nighty, had crawled up on the bed at some point and was holding the young lady’s hand with one hand and had her other buried between her thighs. Apparently she had become highly aroused watching me bring the lady to a strong orgasm. Nancy said, “Mike, she passed out.”
I smiled at her and said, “You’re still awake.” She just smiled. I pulled my cock out of the limp woman to recover and moved on top of Nancy. My lust continued to rage and still had not been released. I spread Nancy’s willing legs apart and drove my cock deep in her already wet pussy. She moaned and wrapped her beautiful brown legs around me and drove up to meet my thrusts. We fucked like primitive animals and experienced thunderous orgasms together. I felt her pussy muscles spasming and milking me as I filled her with my seed. We eventually relaxed but remained joined.
As we recovered we lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Nancy finally said, “Sue, are you awake now?”
From behind me I heard, “Yeah, barely, but I’m sure sore.”
Nancy said, “Mike, meet my younger sister, Sue. Sue, meet my client, Mike. What are you doing back, Sue? I thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow.”
“Well, I got back early, and I thought I found my friend Tom in my bed, so I took advantage of him. I guess the jokes on me.”
I said, “More like in you.” We all laughed. “I didn’t mind at all. Feel free to do that any time.”
We all fell asleep wrapped together, and I really enjoyed all the flesh. I was still enjoying the flesh when I awoke in the morning with my morning wood wedged between Nancy’s cheeks from behind. I couldn’t resist. I tried to get my cock fully embedded in her warm and still slick pussy before it woke her. I almost made it. Maybe I shouldn’t have started power driving it in so early, but she didn’t seem to mind. She grabbed my hands and pulled them around her to her breasts, while she pushed her butt cheeks back against me. We must have woke Sue with Nancy’s screaming and the bed shaking, because Sue spooned to my back and began humping against my butt cheeks, matching my rhythm and increasing speed, helping me drive my cock deep into Nancy. I could feel her little hard nipples pushing into my back, feeding my lust even more. Nancy and I climaxed together in a steaming, explosive orgasm that seemed to last for hours. I felt it coming and pushed deep into her and held her tight. When she went over the edge her pussy clamped down hard on my cock and began quivering, which set me off. My cock kept jerking inside her and pumping a copious amount of thick juice deep inside her.
Afterwards we lay cuddled with me sandwiched between these beautiful warm bodies, and It felt wonderful.
Sue said, “Damn, that was so hot.” After a pause she continued, “Mike, are you spending the night again tonight?”
At that statement we all broke out in hysterical laughter. It was quite obvious she wanted more. After we calmed, I said, “I don’t think so. I have some business to do back in Muskogee and after last night’s abuse I need some sleep. We all had another laugh at that. These girls could abuse me any time.
Nancy said, “I also have a lot to get done today. I’m glad in more ways than one that you came home with me for the work we got accomplished. Now I need to act on much of it. But, you are welcome to come back tonight, or any night for that matter. We still have a lot of work to do.” This last part was said with a wink and smile.
Sue said, “Well, hell, I guess I will go to work too.”
I showered, found my lost boxer shorts, donned my dirty cloths, and headed back to Muskogee.
**** As I was leaving I noticed a Verizon store. I had a simple Verizon cell phone but decided that since I would be traveling so much, I needed access to the Internet and communications with Brin. I also remembered that there wasn’t a Verizon store in Muskogee, so I quickly pulled in. It is nice not to worry about spending money. I got the best they had and had them set everything up. Nice.
While I was still in the parking lot I accessed my e-mail account, and sure enough there was mail from Brin: Thanks for the quick action on depositing the funds and making contact with the real estate agent. As you will soon see, it’s very important.
Mike, I understand that you have many questions, but you will have to trust me for a while yet. You will have to admit, though, that I have given you a massive amount of money. It’s all in your name, and it’s yours; although we are hoping you will use it to further our plan and goals. You can’t say that I am taking advantage of you. Of course we chose you and expect you to partner with our group as agreed.
Additionally, you need to understand that you were chosen by my group for a reason, because of your original posts warning of future chaos and an apocalypse. Your descriptions of the fall of civilization were and are more right than you know. The apocalypse is coming and quicker than even you know. I tell you this with certain confidence. So you will believe me I must share one of my secrets with you, which must be held in strict confidence. Our group has the limited ability to look into the future, as evidenced by us giving you the correct lottery numbers. I know you will believe this. How else could we have given you the right numbers? Now you must believe that we have seen the future apocalypse. It is real and WILL occur in the near future.
We needed an advanced partner to prepare us all for survival, because our arrival time there will be too late to prepare. We needed someone like you and the group you will gather to assure our and your survival. We must be self-sufficient and be able to defend ourselves before civilization collapses. I hope now you understand the need for rapid compliance toward our plans. There are other secrets I must share with you, but those secrets must wait.
As to the stock broker account for $30,000,000, I am already working via the Internet with it. Because of the previously disclosed secret I have, in fact, more than doubled this amount in the two days I’ve had with the account, and it will continue to grow at an accelerated rate each day.
I hope that you understand better now and will push an accelerated pace, and an important part of that, excluding the physical property and buildings, is the gathering of a vetted group. You will need to advertise for potential members of this group to consist of a hundred members. You will need twenty-five females and seventy-five men, all need to be educated, healthy, unattached and mostly under thirty-five. They will need an incentive to join the team, because they need to commit to be sequestered for two years in a survival study and experiment. I suggest offering them one million at contract end. This will provide the incentive, but the apocalypse will occur within this two year period and money will be worthless afterwards. But, they will survive the destruction of civilization, so it is not like we are tricking them.
I hope everything is well with you. You are important to all of us. Please let me know if you remain a team player.
Mike’s thoughts of Brin’s words began churning in his mind, but one thing that was certain was that Brin had him. He was a believer. Things had been so busy since this started, and he hadn’t given much thought about the magic behind the winning lottery numbers. It made since though ... the only real, believable explanation was that Brin must have been able to look into the future. Really, nothing else made any since. If that was the case, then the apocalypse must also be real, and that was scary. Yes, he believed and was onboard with the plan, and if he believed this, and he did, then he believed far more than he was being told.
Mike immediately began his response to Brin: Yes, Brin I am onboard with this project. What you tell me is believable and what you are not telling me is also clear. I’m not stupid. I believe you are not from Earth! Earth technology does not exist that can view time, and there is nowhere on Planet Earth that you couldn’t get here within a month. Now, before you panic, I really don’t give a shit if you’re an alien. I’m in for survival. Still, I would like to know who you are and what to expect.
I knew he wouldn’t respond right away, even if he got the message. I’m sure he would be a little shocked and surprised that I called him out, but I was quite positive I was correct. Instead, I called Nancy. Again she answered me on the first ring. Motivated as I was I simply told her to proceed with great urgency on the purchase of all property and pay whatever was required and pay whatever extra fees were required, but I wanted ownership by next week.
Nancy said, “Damn, this is the easiest negotiation with a buyer I’ve ever had, but I will get it done.
I said, “Thanks Nancy. You might also pick up any additional land that might be available adjacent to our target plot. Let me know how you do. Oh, by the way, I want to talk to you and Sue about another project I’ m working on. Remind me.” I think these two girls might be my first recruits.
I went straight home, and even though it was only noon, showered and fell into my bed. Even as I drifted off I couldn’t help but smile, remembering my sexual activities over the last two days. Wow, three young and beautiful women. I couldn’t believe my luck.
I slept through the afternoon and night, waking mid-morning refreshed invigorated and horny. I couldn’t believe that I could be so randy after the last couple of days, but I was. I called Janet. When she answered I said, “Hello Janet. This is Mike Brannon.”
She said, “Yes, I see. How did you know that I’ve been thinking about you?”
“I’ve been thinking about you too. Can I come over to your place?”
Janet said, “I would like that, but I only have a couple of hours before I have to go to work.
“That works for me.” She gave me her address, and I was dressed and out the door in ten minutes, which was hard to do considering that I was already hard in anticipation. Janet must have been just as randy, because she met me at the door wearing only a long terry cloth robe, and it was half open exposing her beautiful breasts. As soon as I had the door shut in her small apartment my fingers were opening her robe. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard, snaking her tongue deep in my hungry mouth. Damn, she was hot. As we kissed I slowly backed her toward her bed. I pushed her back on the bed and dropped to my knees, spreading her soft, warm thighs. My mouth quickly found her steaming pussy as my tongue probed deep. My tongue dragged through her hot puffy lips until I reached her clit. I flicked it with my tongue as she began moaning. When I gently bit it and sucked it hard her moans turned to screams. Her thighs squeezed down hard on my head as she began a violent orgasm. I stopped my assault to allow her to come down. When I felt her still quivering muscles began to relax I gently resumed exploring and probing, and she began building toward another massive orgasm. This orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body began convulsing and her hands gripped my head, holding me still.
Janet said, “I need you inside me … now!”
This of course was music to my ear, as I too was more than ready. This was going to be rough sex. We both knew and needed it. I stood, taking her legs in my arms, and walked into her, driving my cock deep and hard into her wet, quivering pussy. We both moaned loud as I began driving into her. I was pounding into her hard, and she was pulling my back with her hands to make it harder. We were like animals. Our orgasms hit us simultaneously and I felt my cock explode inside her tight pussy jerking and filling her with spurt after spurt of my seed. Our combined juice flooded out of her stuffed pussy running down our thighs. I eventually relaxed, laying my weight on her and breathing heavily. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, and she flooded my face with kisses.
I was still inside her when she said, “That was the hottest sex I ever had. I wouldn’t want to have sex like that all the time, but I’m sure pleased we did this time. You know you’re big don’t you. I probably won’t be able to walk comfortably for a while, but I loved it. Thanks, Mike. See, I remembered your name this time.” At that we both laughed. She continued, “I think you can take it out of me now so I can go shower and get to work.” Again we laughed.
I started to get in the shower with her, but I knew we would start again, so I said, “I’ll go ahead and take off. I have work to do also. Can I call you again?”
She yelled from the shower, “You can call me anytime, Mike.”
It might be said, by some, that the following story line may have some components and aspects which may be considered... mmmmm … risqué … perhaps even erotic.
So... now that you have been forewarned... the rules dictating reading further are as follows:
If you're young enough that your mother would feel that reading further would not be appropriate... then you are not allow to read the “Chapter 1” that follows.