The Chardon Chronicles: Season One -- The Harvest Festival (42 page)

“Our pleasure. Just a small token of
appreciation for your time. That card has no limit. Buy what you
want anywhere. You can get a cash advance of up to one million
dollars at a time. If you need more just call the number on the
back 24/7.”

Matt dug through his bag. There was a heavy
gold Rolex and another phone plus a black credit card. The Rolex
just showed the position of the sun in the sky and the position on
the solar wheel of the year. It had no hour or minute hand.

Francis pointed at the watch, “That’s
literally one of a kind. I commissioned it myself. Also, your card
is just like hers. Oh, either of you can call that number any time
and get anything you need or want. There’s a password ‘Ragnorok’.”
He smiled. “I picked that.”

“That’s fitting.” Matt laughed.

The chopper settled in the field and they
climbed out. It flew away and they stood there looking at the
setting sun. “Look the watch is right.” Matt said.

“Have you seen Morgan?” Tracy sat next to
Chloe in the lunch room.

“I thought he was here this morning. Did you
hear about Steve? Maybe they left together.” She said.

“Weirder and weirder.” Tracy sighed.

The PA crackled on, a man’s voice spoke,
“Ladies and gentlemen… May I have your attention.... drum roll
please.” A snare drum roll started then faded to a persistent hiss.
“I am happy to present Miss Pamela Wilcott, last year’s homecoming
Queen to announce this year’s homecoming court. Pamela had emailed
in a recording. Her bored voice recited the list of names: seven
boys and seven girls. Berto and Richard were on the court and so
were Tracy and Chloe. The King and Queen would be announced at the
game.

“Oh gawd.” Tracy shook her head, but was
smiling ear to ear. “They did it, somehow.”

The cafeteria applauded as the court members
stood up. Chloe ran around the table and hugged Tracy and kissed
her cheek. “Now we have dates to the dance, too!”

Mrs. Rosewater collected all the court into
her room and congratulated them and walked them through the
process. “I’m the homecoming committee chairwoman. There’s a lot
for us all to do, but it is simple stuff. There’s a schedule on the
desks in front of you. On Friday morning, we’ll do pictures. Girls,
wear a red dress and black shoes. Boys a dark suit. For the
football players, wear your jersey and dark slacks. We’ll announce
the King and Queen at halftime. Congratulations to all of you, what
a special group.” she clasped her hands together and wiped a tear
away.

Berto and Richard bumped fists. Richard
winked hugely at Tracy and Chloe. They giggled. They were excused
from classes for the rest of the day and spent time talking to the
school newspaper, and a local reporter interviewed them all.

The final bell rang and Chloe and Tracy went
out to the lot. “Let’s hope the car is OK.” Chloe said.

“Well, Monica Merchant is on the court, too.
She seemed pretty happy.” Tracy said. “I’ve got to say, I’m happy
too. Giddy even.”

“Me too.” Chloe said.

Morgan was on one side of the enormous bed
and Steve was on the other. Marta was napping in the middle and
Demetria was in the bathroom.

“Dude, I think we just lived every penthouse
forum letter ever written in a single day.” Morgan said.

“The amazing thing is, I don’t think she’s
done with us.” Steve said.

Morgan said, “Marta’s hot.” he stroked her
hair. “I’d like my own Marta.”

Steve nodded, “No doubt. What a life,
right?!” He bent over and kissed Marta’s fleshy butt cheek. She
smiled at him over her shoulder and wiggled her hind end.

She said, “I like you boys very much.”

Demetria called her from the bathroom, “Marta
can you come bathe me?”

Marta rolled off the bed and straightened her
hair then went into the bathroom. Demetria was in a large tub that
was on a dais. The room was softly lit through skylights. The boys
dozed a while.

Demetria hopped on the bed between them. She
was wet and naked. Morgan’s phone buzzed. He checked the text.

“Hey Steve, go have a bath with Marta.” She
said. Steve rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom.

“Oh hey, look at that.” Morgan said as he
held up his phone.

Demetria laid her wet haired head on his
chest. “Look at what?”

“Oh my friends Tracy and Chloe are on the
homecoming court.”

“Court?”

He laughed, “Oh it’s just a dance. We
peasants pretend to be royalty sometimes.”

She looked at him and said matter of factly,
“You could be royal. Both you and Steve.”

He showed her pictures of Chloe and Tracy.
“That’s them.”

Her eyes got big, “Oh my, these two. She put
a hand on her chest.”

Steve padded back to the bed. “Your turn.” he
pointed back to the bathroom. Morgan went in.

Demetria said, “I absolutely love these
girls.”

Steve yawned, “yeah, they’re great
people.”

Demetria kissed his cheek. “We will go to
this homecoming dance.”

“We?”

“All of us. Me you Morgan and Marta.”

He laughed, “Might be fun.”

“Steve, will you be
mine
? I’ll ask
Morgan when he gets back, too.”

“Seems like I already am. You did some things
to me, well, that are illegal in some states.”

“No, it’s more than just this.” she grabbed
his penis and balls. “Marta’s my employee, but she’s mine. I love
her. She loves me.”

“I don’t want to be an employee.” He
said.

She pouted, “Oh not an employee. My consort.
It’s like a friend with benefits, but more than a friend. So much
more.”

Morgan and Marta returned. “All clean.” she
said.

Demetria straddled Steve’s head. She looked
at Morgan from underneath her brows. “Morgan, I want us to go to
home…..coming. I want you and Steve to be my consorts.” She crawled
over to him. “I
need you
. Together we can do so much.” She
embraced him.

“OK, let’s go to homecoming. What does it
mean to be your consort?”

“You’ll be mine. I’ll be yours. Marta’s
mine.”

“Si.” she nodded and smiled dreamily.

“I like Marta.” Morgan said.

“I like Morgan.” Marta said.

“If you like Marta, we can get you a Marta,
two, or three, or fifty.”

“Am I right in thinking this is a
real
commitment?” Morgan said. “There’s no consort divorce.”

She shook her head no.

“Demetria, I’m seventeen. You’re 4000. It’s a
hard choice for me to make. Can I think about it?”

She pouted.

Steve chimed in, “Me too. I can’t think about
this here, now.”

Demetria said, “I suppose you’re right. I
felt this passion to ask you both when I saw those girls and
thought I might lose you. Anyway, I would really like to get to
know you better. I want to meet your friends, too.”

Morgan said, “I think they’d like you,
too.”

“Take this car,” she tossed them the keys.
“Just head down to the garage. Come over any time you like. I’ll
call you tomorrow.” She kissed them both. “I’m going to nap with
Marta.”

The boys got dressed and walked down to the
garage. The keys were to an Audi convertible. The driver pulled the
car out of the garage and gave the boys an overview.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Morgan said
to the man.

“Sure. Shoot.”

“First off, what’s your name?”

“Mike.”

“OK, Mike, nice to meet you thanks for
driving us earlier.”

“No problem.”

“Is this normal? I mean, are there guys
coming here all the time and taking cars?” Morgan asked.

Mike looked around to make sure the coast was
clear, “Well, no, not really. She’s eccentric, aggressive. I can’t
tell you how many times she grabbed my ass or my dick. But she’s
actually sort of sweet and loving and careful about the people she
lets in. She hates people who fawn over her.”

Morgan nodded, “Thanks, Mike. I’m sure we’ll
see you again.”

Mike gave them a very subtle knowing look and
opened the car door. Steve said, “I’m driving this beast.”

Mike said, “Oh! wait. Here’s a card. If you
get in trouble call me.”

“Nice!” Steve said. He pulled out onto the
road. They drove away from the house.

They looked at each other for a few seconds
when they came to the next stop sign. They both just screamed and
laughed like wild animals. Morgan stomped the floor. He got out of
the car and did a little dance.

He sat back down. “I never thought my first
sexual experience would be an orgy with a goddess, her hot maid,
and my best friend. Whatever inhibitions I had, well, they’re gone.
Life is completely fucking ridiculous.”

“No doubt...” Steve said. He sighed. “Man,
that was incredible.”

“That Marta, wow.” Morgan said. “Demetria was
like if you took all the sexy sexiness of every girl in Chardon and
poured it into one person, but there was something about the way
Marta loved her that was mesmerizing.”

“It was intense.” Steve nodded. Then he just
said, “So...” he left that hanging.

“So what?” Morgan said.

“I mean, how do we follow up on that
experience? I mean an orgy every day? Where does it go from
there?”

Morgan stroked his chin, “I see your point,
but dude, you’re overthinking this.”

Steve nodded, “My brain was off that whole
time, and I enjoyed it, but… Man, that might be my one walk on the
wild side. I don’t think I even want to go to homecoming, really.
What’d that be like?”

Morgan was saddened. “Oh no! Bro. I mean,
what are you ever going to do in your life that will be remotely
like that. We could be princes!”

Steve shrugged, “I know if we go down that
road too far, weird, bad shit’s going to happen. It’s back to
normal life for me, well, right after I haul some ass in this
bucket.”

“Ah well. I’m more open to the possibilities.
I want to find out more about this consort thing.”

Steve opened the Audi up all the way. The 10
cylinders barked and sputtered to a roar. They were pressed back in
the leather seats. They both howled in delight.

Robbie, Dana and Johnny were waiting for
Telia and Matt in the house.

“What was that?” Robbie asked.

“We went to New York City.” Matt said. “We
met with the Brotherhood’s head--I guess frankly the King of the
Western World--Seth Khaszzz...whatever.”

“King?” Robbie said incredulously.

Telia said, “To make his point he called the
President like it was no big deal and hung up on him like it was no
big deal.”

Robbie scratched his beard, “Well, we always
thought it was something like that.”

Matt shrugged, “Well we were a little wrong
too.”

“How so?” asked Dana.

Matt said, “Well, he wants to destroy the
organization too.”

Johnny was skeptical, “Sure it’s not a
trick?”

“Yeah pretty sure. Look, after that, it’s
totally obvious to me that we’re small potatoes. They don’t give a
shit about our little schemes against them,” Matt said. “Seth’s
working with Samantha now, and…. I can’t believe I am saying this:
they’re teaming up with… the fucking Sun.” he pointed at the Sun
lamp in the library.

Robbie made an exaggerated “what” face and
said, “Huh? How the fuck does that work?” He was angry.

Telia said, “I feel the same way. Show them
the watch.”

“I’m pretty sure we could buy a few more
farms with this thing.” Matt said. He handed the watch to
Robbie.

“That’s really nice craftsmanship.” He
smiled. “But I don’t get this whole crazy thing.”

“I don’t entirely get it, either. I mean, the
gist of it, yeah, but how do you hook up the Sun to any of
this?”

Johnny said, “When we pointed the reflector
at the sun, you just about blew up.”

Matt nodded. “I know. I brought that up as a
concern, they didn’t explain the plan. Really, it’s just in or
out.”

Telia said, “But they said if we don’t do it
mushroom clouds everywhere.”

Matt said, “I believed him, too.”

“Fuck.” Dana breathed.

Telia gave Dana the necklace. “Here, hon.
This is yours.”

“Holy moly.” Dana said.

“Robbie you keep that watch.” Matt said.

Telia took Matt’s hand. “We’re going to go
out for a while to talk,” she said. She wiped a tear away.

Robbie said quietly, “Yeah, sure…”

Matt and Telia got into the car and drove.
They ended up on Chagrin River Road and went very slow, as if time
would slow down if they didn’t go the speed limit.