The Spermarche Age - Chapter 4

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The Spermarche Age - Chapter 4

The Elevator Pitch

"It won't work!" yells the Indian boy in a heavily-accented voice after spitting out the last traces of vomit "Threatening to kill us makes no difference! Boys won't cooperate! "

The Boss glances at the nude preteen standing with his legs spread and arms held high with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. As if he were a harmless critter that somehow made its way inside the house.

She throws a questioning look at the masked woman who took off the boy’s mouth gag who immediately panics and hurries to put it back on.

"But I know how you can fix it...!" the tied twelve-year-old manages to say before the rubber ball is shoved back in his mouth.

The Boss raises a hand, stopping the woman from fully securing the gag around his head. She pockets the phone and takes a step closer.

"Interesting...” she muses “It's not rare for drones to plead or ask for mercy and other nonsense when we let them speak," she tilts her head "But I think you're the first one in a while who came out kicking with a freaking suggestion!”

She laughs, looks at the other masked women and asks "Do you recall who was the last one who tried to tell ME how to do MY job? Was it the chubby kid from Korea...?"

The three women shrug and shake their heads, not daring to risk an answer. The Boss rolls her eyes and motions at the woman to remove his mouth gag.

"My associates here can atess how much I insist on feedback. I keep telling them how I’m open to ideas on ways to improve our business, yet no one seems to take my offer for some reason…" she waves a hand to the boy "So please! Go ahead..."

The ball gag is removed and the boy spits out. He looks around, sees that everyone on the fishing boat —including the three other boys hanging next to him—, staring expectantly.

He swallows, tries to keep his focus on the Boss’s face.

"Killing us if we don't cooperate is a shitty business strategy. We're your only source of income! You..."

He stops when he sees the three masked women have shifted in place, readying to punish his insult.

But the Boss raises a hand and stops them. She beckons him to continue with an amused smile.

The boy wets his lips, tries to keep his voice from trembling too much.

"S-such policy will force you to kill a HUGE slice of your workforce once they rebel. Which they will! A-and I know it will happen because from the four of us here," he motions at the other bound preteens "I know 'I' won't cooperate! Are you really going to eliminate 33% of your portfolio in one swoop? We..."

He stops again, the Boss has a hand over her face trying to contain her laughter. The other three women relax and chuckle in sporadic bursts, unsure whether to join their employer.

"Alright, alright...” the Boss mutters between chuckles “It seems that ‘someone’ has been watching a lot of Finance Tube lately and thinks they know what they’re talking about.” she suddenly gives in and bursts out laughing. The other women shift uncomfortably in place, unsure how to react.

It takes about a minute for the Boss to continue, still struggling to contain her laugh "Y-you think that… By throwing some buzz words around, a few percentages and whatnot, something may eventually stick? Think you can bullshit your way out of THIS!? Alright, alright...” she breathes and straightens up, gets serious “And by the way, one out of four is NOT 33% you ding-dong..."

She pauses again to sweep a tear off her eye as she catches her breath, fanning air to her reddened face.

"Alright kiddo, I'll bite. Let's say your premise is right —which is NOT just to be clear— and there's an inherent, structural problem with the new zero-tolerance policy at the Farm." she crosses her arms, looks at him defiantly "I'm guessing the next step in your elevator pitch is you telling me your 'Big Idea', right? The genius solution that will counter my decades of experience milking drones for a living. A solution that by the way, will make it easier for me and my kind to exploit you and your kind in the future!"

She smiles a devilish smile, moves her arm in an arching movement as if ceding him command of the stage.

“Go ahead! How can I prevent our drones from rebelling?"

The Indian boy swallows and wets his lips again, glances one more time at the many eyes staring at him.

He smiles.

"Pay us," he says simply. And in the resulting silence of the crowd he adds: "I can guarantee that at least 95% of us boys will cooperate once you do. We're worthless anyway, remember? So if you let us keep EVEN a small percentage of what you get for our sperm, it will do wonders to boy’s morale! We’ll have something to look forward to once we become infertile and are let go!"

He takes a breath, sees how everyone keeps looking at him in silence. He takes this as a good sign and continues talking with raising enthusiasm.

"And that's NOT all! Once you treat us as employees rather than hostages, you can diversify your sources of income! You've been missing out on all the OTHER things we boys can do that could earn you money!" he smiles, his voice trembling from excitement "P-people want to have sex with us not just because we're fertile, but because we are rare! One male out of four females in the latest UN census. So we could for example... Hey! Wait!!!"

He panics, the Boss has turned around and is heading back to the boat’s cabin while typing on the phone. The masked woman near the boy smirks and readies the mouth gag to shut him up.

He speaks in a frenzy before his voice is silenced "We don’t want to return home! We want to be free! That’s what...!

He shakes his head trying to stop the rubber ball from blocking his mouth, but it's useless. He keeps yelling unrecognizable words while the woman breathes in relief and hurries to the Boss's side.

"Sorry about that Boss, we'll soften him before we arrive at the Farm. He won't be such a smart-ass for much longer."

The Boss waves a hand dismissively, he eyes squared on the phone "Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. A moment of levity is always welcomed." she motions at the other three kids "Release and feed them, they seem softened enough. Leave mini Sundar Pichai for later, he’s quite energetic as is."

The woman nods and relays the orders to her crewmates who proceed to free the other boys, leaving the tall Indian kid hanging in place yelling into his mouth-gag.

The Boss steps inside the cabin and reignites the battered diesel engine which thunders back to life. She holds the wheel with a hand and the phone with the other as the vessel resumes its journey.

After some minutes of travel during which she keeps typing on the phone, steering, checking dials, and fiddling with nautical maps, she suddenly stops.

She lowers the phone and looks up at the ceiling, as if pondering an idea. Then just as quickly she shakes her head, dismissing it as silly.

Five mintues later she lowers the phone and looks upwards once again.

Magic Touch

A couple of seagulls peck for food on a patch of floating garbage pressed against a massive seawall snaking across the ocean. The birds notice a small flock flying above and take off to follow them, heading towards the one-mile-long beach inland that’s kept above the water by the hulking structure.

The two birds glide above the hundred-foot-wide sand corridor that forms the beach, their shadows swooshing past the handful of umbrellas peppered around.

On the ground below, a few vendors—both human and robotic— walk between each umbrella under the scorching sun. They offer tourists coconuts, food, artisan jewelry, sunscreen, lube, and other miscellaneous services.

One of them is a robot waitress with a Marriott logo who handles another round of micheladas to a young lesbian couple sitting on a two-person recliner. The women thank the machine which beeps affirmatively and rolls away, passing near the two seagulls who peck the remains of a toppled garbage can under an old billboard that reads:

'HIV, HPV, Hepatitis, Chlamydia, Gonorrhea and much more! — All STD's vaccines and treatments 30% off!'.

The two nude women sigh in relief after taking longs sips of their beverages. They put their drinks aside and embrace each other to resume their passionate making out session. Their hands rub and fondle their partner’s bodies, reaching lower and lower until they cup between their legs.

"Good afternoon!" says the husky voice of a pubescent boy reaching their umbrella.

"No coconuts, thanks. We already had some." says one of the women without stopping her fondling.

"Oh, but señoritas! You haven’t tried the other type of coconut milk sold at this beach!" says Miguel with a big smile.

The two women pause their caresses and glance at the nude eleven-year-old boy standing under the sun with his hips cocked and hands on his waist. His red MAGA cap is turned backward and he sports a QR code on his belly placed between his navel and the base of his erect penis.

He continues his selling pitch in a practiced, friendly tone of voice "Sorry to interrupt your lovemaking señoritas—which is magnificent by the way! — but it looked like you would be interested in our sale offers for today! See, all our services are at a 30% discount for a limited time, with a special bundle of just $499 if you..."

"No, thank you." says one of the women after a cursory look at Miguel’s QR code, her pupils flashing fast with icons and information. She waves him to get lost and continues French kissing her partner.

Miguel's smile falters for a second "S-sure thing señoritas! But are you sure you don't want to listen to the rest of our bundles for today?” he points at their micheladas “I see you’ve already ordered drinks, but did you know that boy sperm is a great way to recuperate electrolytes? Especially during these hot hours!"

The woman who hasn’t spoken yet breaks the kiss and lowers her sunglasses, spying on someone standing in the distance behind the naked tween "Do you have a bundle that includes your girlfriend?"

Miguel follows her sight and sees Carolina standing alone by the shoreline with her back towards them. The Asian girl is holding her hoodie over her head to shield herself from the sun, leaving her wearing only the beige short dress with brown stripes she had underneath.

Miguel's smile vanishes, he scratches the back of his head "Um, I'm sorry señoritas, she's not my, um... she's not part of our sale offers for today."

The nude woman shrugs "What a shame, we were kind of in the mood for a threesome..." they giggle, she points at Miguel and shrugs "Just not with… You know... Someone like ‘you’."

The preteen boy forces a smile and nods "S-sure thing ladies, a-another time then! Thank you for your time!"

He walks backward waving them goodbye. The women wave back and continue their public lovemaking as if nothing had happened, transitioning to oral sex next.

The boy’s body is covered in sweat as he walks back to Caro who handles him the white NASA shirt without looking at him.

“How was it?” she asks turning her head slightly. Her eyes constantly trying and failing not to stare at his olive hairless body.

"No luck…” says Miguel shaking his head “I was so certain they would be our lucky ones!"

"Yeah, me too..." says Caro with a red face, her long black hair glued to her skin from the sweat "They looked promising from a distance."

"Yeah, I didn’t expect it would be this difficult to find clients. Especially with wet bulb temperatures." he takes off his red cap and scratches the back of his head, throwing little droplets of sweat with his fingers. He sighs “Maybe I’m losing my magic touch…”

Caro smirks “Your ‘magic touch’? Is that a thing?”

“Not anymore it seems.” he says disillusioned sliding his oversized shirt back on.

The Asian girl coos and turns to rub his shoulder, trying to cheer him up. Her eyes instinctively wander towards his half-erect penis tenting the front of his white shirt and she looks away, pretending to search the horizon for more potential clients.

“Guess we keep trying.”

Miguel nods. The two eleven-year-olds continue their walk along the mile-long beach while under the blistering sunlight. The sand below them is so bright and the air so scalding they might as well be walking on the surface of Mercury.

"Maybe the problem isn’t your ‘magic touch’ but your QR code." muses Caro as they march "Maybe people get discouraged from seeing all the times you've had sex."

"Maybe..." the boy says with narrowed eyes, scanning the horizon for tourists "But in my experience it's the older folks who want you to be as virginal as possible. Young people usually expect you to know everything about sex, especially new or obscure techniques." he chuckles "And those two could really use my help! I mean, those were some seriously sloppy kissing!"

The two preteens giggle, but their laughs soon transform into sighs of frustration. Caro looks back and sees they’ve almost reached the end of the mile-long beach.

Miguel turns to watch her and notices there are droplets of sweat falling off her nose. He gulps.

"I'm... I'm sorry I spent our last bucks printing my QR code… We could have bought some instant noodles with what we had.”

Carolina looks at him with a surprised face "Uh? Why are you sorry? Printing the code was a great idea! You know what they say: You got to spend money to make money."

"Yeah, I know, it's just that…” he breathes deep “This whole day hasn't been going as I said it would... I’m sorry."

"Aww, Miguel…" Caro murmurs, mortified. She studies his sullen face trying to think how to best respond when her eyes wander to his penis still contoured under his white shirt and she looks away.

She coughs on her fist "Well, the day is not over yet. I mean… There's still that secret place you wanted to show me after your last house visit, right?” she laughs, then realizes something “That's… still happening… rrrright...?" she asks with growing doubt.

Miguel nods and smiles, slightly more upbeat "Yeah, yeah, that’s still happening."

"See? We can't give up yet!" Caro says with a grin, then notices something in the distance and points "Speaking of not giving up, how about them?"

Miguel follows her finger towards a small cluster of umbrellas past the next dune where a young family has made camp. Two parents rest in recliners while their children sleep behind them knocked out by the heat on top of towels laid on the sand.

He hums, unconvinced "I don't know... families are always a tossup. Some parents find my services insulting, while others welcome you with open arms. I have better luck when I approach the children directly, but those seem too young to be interested..."

Caro nods, absorbing Miguel’s wisdom. She turns as she walks to search for more potential clients on the horizon, but they seem to be running rapidly out of options. If anything, the beach looks even emptier than when they arrived, the soupy heat of late noon shooing away most of the tourists.

She sighs and glances back at the family and stops dead in her tracks.

Miguel doesn't notice her absence at first and continues walking for a couple more steps before he stops and looks back.

"What? What is it?"

Carolina's face is one of panic. She hurries to put her green hoodie back on despite the insane heat, draping the hood over her head and pulling the drawstrings in to hide her face as much as possible.

Miguel watches her in disbelief, then jolts in surprise when she yanks him by the wrist and forces him to walk behind her as they retrace their steps, walking faster and faster.

"What!? What's the hurry!?" he says almost jogging behind her.

Caro doesn't answer, her eyes fixed on the path ahead, not daring to look back.

"Hey! Booooy!" a woman yells behind them.

Miguel looks over his shoulder and sees one of the parents under the umbrellas waving at them. He immediately smiles and waves back, causing Caro's hand to slip away.

He turns and walks back towards the family, now with the Asian girl forced to give him chase.

"Wait!!! Don't...!" she hisses trying to stop him.

But the boy responds by removing his NASA shirt off and handing it to her, already starting his selling pitch as he closes the distance to the topless, middle-aged white woman on the recliner. She wears sunglasses and holds a book in her hands, apparently in the middle of her lecture when she spotted the kids.

"Good afternoon señorita! How are you today? Pretty sunny, isn't it?” he laughs “Could I perhaps interest you in our one-time offers for today?"

The woman smiles and puts down her book. Next to her, the bearded nude father sleeps on the recliner completely unaware of their conversation. Behind them, their three naked daughters grumble and complain as they start to wake up.

Caro yelps when she sees the petite black girl with a short afro and releases Miguel's wrist. She walks away looking both ways, trying to find a place to hide in the scorched lunar landscape.

"Sure, what you got sweetie?" says the mother touching the rim of her sunglasses and beckoning the boy to get a bit closer to read the QR code on his belly.

Miguel's smile widens "Oh! The full suite señorita! All our services are at a 30% percent discount, satisfaction guaranteed! Handies are $69, orals $119. But if you bundle the two together it's only $169! Additionally, our sperm usually runs at $375 a dose, but given today's discounts —as well as the fact that it’s the second one of the day —, we're offering it for just $249!"

He takes a breath and stands with his hip cocked and hands on his waist, tastefully presenting his hardening penis to the suburban mom "So, what do you say señorita? Why not spoil yourself with a much-needed snack?"

The woman smiles polite, looking unimpressed by his selling pitch. She turns on the recliner and taps the knee of her oldest daughter who sits cross-legged looking at Miguel with narrowed, sleepy eyes. Her two six-year old sisters realize the boy isn’t selling food or snacks and lay back on their towels to continue sleeping.

"So...?" the mother asks in a tone of voice that suggests this is a continuation of an ongoing issue "Is he cute enough?"

The black girl wrinkles her nose "Aww mooom, do I have to have sex right now? I'm not horny anymore. I'm more of… regular hungry in fact." she says with a shrug.

The middle-aged woman rolls her eyes "You spent MONTHS talking non-stop about how much you wanted to come to this beach to have sex with —and I quote— 'a fuck-ton of cute boys'.” she waves at Miguel still posing " Well...! Here they are!"

"I know mom! But...!" the girl moves her hands trying to explain "I was talking about a specific kind of beach sex. More of a… golden hour kind of thing. When the sun is low and the light is orange and soft, sparkling in the ocean." she motions at the roasted landscape around them "These shadows are too harsh! The contrast is terrible! I can't take good photos like this!"

The woman sighs and turns back to Miguel, ashamed of her daughter’s behavior "I think now is not the right time sweetheart. But are you available for later? We'll be leaving for lunch in a couple of hours, but we'll be back after sunset."

Miguel's smile wavers, he struggles to maintain his upbeat attitude "Um, sure thing señoritas! I just… I just need to check my schedule with my business partner." he points behind him towards Carolina. The mother and daughter follow his finger and throw him questioning looks. He turns and is surprised to realize the Asian girl is nowhere to be seen. He forces a smile “I-I’ll be right back! Just one second!”

The nude boy sprints away, throwing little clouds of sand as he rushes to find the missing Caro.

The topless mother sighs. She looks back at her naked daughter and shrugs, compelling her to make a final decision before the boy returns.

The black preteen takes a deep breath and looks like she's about to say no when she notices Miguel in the distance arguing with someone half-buried in the sand. She smiles wide and starts nodding.

"Oh!? Okay, finally!" says her mother praising the heavens. She turns and lifts her purse.

Miguel runs back with Caro's phone in his hands “Thank you for your patience señoritas! I consulted with my business partner and I’m afraid to inform you that we’ll be out of town by that hour. But I’ll give you her username so you can…”

“Oh, it’s fine sweetie, we will be needing your services after all.” says the woman as she rummages inside her purse, searching for her wallet.

“You do!? Great!” the boy says with a-bit-too-much enthusiasm “W-which of our services you fancy the most? Should I list our offers once again?”

The black girl bites her lip and doesn’t listens as as Miguel repeats his whole pitch in a single, breathless sentence, her narrowed eyes trying to distinguish something in the distance.

“Uh? What?” she murmurs when he finishes.

Her mother groans “Seriously Becks? Just tell him which service you want.”

"Um... I don't know.” the girl shrugs “All of them?"

The mother's eyebrows raise together, Miguel hurries to to speak before she can react.

"F-for our complete services, and just for you fine señoritas, that will be... $399!"

The woman’s eyebrows crumple, surprised by the lower-than-expected number. She looks at her twelve-year-old daughter who watches her with growing excitement and sighs in resignation. She handles the boy her wallet which is a plain business card with a QR Code.

"T-thank you señorita!" says Miguel pressing his palms together. He takes the card and scans it with the phone.

The black preteen squeaks and claps “Yay! Thank you, mommy!” she stands up and grabs the adult-sized baby blue shirt to put it on.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't go too far away honey…" sighs the mother reopening her book "Take one of the umbrellas and enough lube. Oh! And rinse yourself before and after! Beach sex is all about keeping the sand away."

The tween girl hums affirmatively, scrambling around the family's camp collecting the items she'll need from the many bags and containers spread around.

At some point in her scramble, her knee stumbles with her father on the recliner, waking him up.

"Hey melon lemon..." he grumbles "Where you going...?"

"Oh! Sorry to wake you up daddy! No, it's nothing. We finally found a clean boy and we'll go have some sex before lunch."

"Oh! Okay, finally..." he says with relief, readjusting to get back to sleep "Don't go too far away."

"Okey dokey...!"

One of the younger daughters scrubs her eyes and sits up, perked up by what little she heard from. "Can I go have sex too?"

"NO! This is for grownups only! Go back to sleep." the black girl hisses back.

The mother chuckles to herself while reading her book. The pre-schooler pouts but doesn’t argues back. She walks towards her father’s recliner and accommodates herself next to him to continue sleeping. He puts a hand on her head and rustles her short hair.

“A couple more years honey, don’t worry…” he murmurs with eyes closed.

Miguel handles the wallet back to the mother who taps the rim of her sunglasses to inspect the transaction. She frowns and glances at him.

"A 50% escrow?"

"Oh! Yes señorita, it’s for the orgasm guarantee. Half the money is held in the blockchain until her cum is confirmed by the bots."

The woman nods and taps her glasses, accepting the terms of the contract “Yeah, yeah, I know how an escrow works. It’s just that I don’t think it’s required in Beck’s case.”

The father chuckles to himself, still following their conversation.

“As you’ll discover soon enough…” he murmurs.

Caro's phone buzzes with the confirmation of a signed contract. Miguel breathes in relief and joins his hands in appreciation once again.

“Thank you señorita.”

The twelve-year-old girl finally approaches them ready to leave. On top her baby blue shirt, she’s now wearing a straw hat, sunglasses, a pink towel over her arm, a satchel with a water bottle and lube, a vintage camera hanging from her neck, and a big umbrella over her shoulder.

She leans with difficulty to kiss her mother on the cheek "Thanks again mommy! I'll be right over there." she says pointing with her nose to the next dune.

"You’re welcome honey. Have fun..." says the middle-aged woman without stopping her lecture.

The girl hums and walks towards Miguel who helps her carry her numerous belongings.

"So, shall we...?" he says with a relieved smile.

The girl nods and the two walk away. When they reach the top of the dune and deposit the items on the scorching sand the girl turns and searches the near-empty beach with narrowed eyes.

"By the way, is your ‘business partner’ joining us?"

Miguel is fixing the umbrella on the sand and is caught off guard by her question. He looks around looking for signs of Caro and hesitates before asnwering.

"I’m… Not sure señorita… Why do you ask?"

The black girl watches the glowing landscape biting her lower lip.

"No reason…"

The Tall One

The constant buzz of the diesel engine saturates the already humid ocean air with an added layer of claustrophobia. Extreme heat and noise add to each other to produce a suffocating atmosphere on the fishing boat’s deck.

The three nude boys sit crestfallen around the folding table eating prepackaged sandwiches and drinking from disposable water bottles in mortuary silence. Now and then they throw glances at their peer still hanging under the gantry with his arms held high and legs spread while the three masked women tease and play with his tanned body amidst loud laughs and chatter. The boys can only watch the grotesque spectacle for a moment before they’re forced to look elsewhere, ashamed by their inability to help him.

"You sure you don't want to cooperate now!?" one of the women yells above the engine’s noise while kneading his buttocks “Maybe share more of your ‘ideas’ with us rather than with the Boss?”

She tickles his anus with a finger and the boy jumps, standing on his tiptoes trying to get away from her. The women laugh and let him calm down for a minute during which one of them finishes a long-winded war anecdote.

After another round of laughs, they return their attention to the boy standing spread and exposed at their mercy. They continue poking and teasing him, stroking his penis in brief bursts while rubbing his erogenous zones until he’s on the edge of orgasm, stopping mere seconds before he can cum. They laugh as he grunts and twitches in frustration.

“Aw! Come on now, no need to be so dramatic! Here, this may help!” says one of the women taking off his mouth gag. She raises her mask a little, takes a big gulp of water from a water bottle, and tries to pass the liquid to him via an open-mouth kiss.

The Indian boy turns his head sideways trying to refuse but ends up spilling the warm liquid all over himself, triggering a coughing fit. The women laugh and press the ball gag back on his mouth.

“There! Much better now!” yells one patting his head “Hey guys, think he’ll be able to cum now?” more laughs in response.

Inside the boat's cabin, the Boss watches the scene outside with a bored expression. On the phone in her hands, a flurry of heart emojis and other cartoon images scroll fast by. She waits until the woman with the buzz cut glances in her direction and waves her to come. The thin woman nods and exchanges a quick look with the woman with braids whose demeanor changes almost instantly. They exchange worried looks.

The woman with the buzz cut steps inside the cabing and closes the door behind her. The engine noise diminishes to the point she can talk without yelling.

"You wanted to see me Boss?" she says coughing on her fist, trying to hide her nervousness.

"Yes Corporal, just a quick query.” says the Boss typing on the phone “Tell me more about the group home you got these last two drones.”

The skinny woman hesitates. She glances outside at the woman with braids who stares intently in her direction.

"P-pretty standard location Boss..." she begins, her voice struggling to remain professional "Rural location, two-story cottage, concrete perimeter. As for the inner defenses: A couple of dogs, a couple of bots —second-gen—, guardians with small firearms... Overall, nothing we haven't seen before..." she stops to gulp "Is this related to the drone outside? Because the only reason he managed to kick me in the face was..."

"Yes, this is about him." the Boss interrupts. She pockets the phone and steps closer to the window, studying the tied twelve-year-old sandwiched between the two women "What can you tell me about his room?"

"His... Room?"

The Boss sighs and closes her eyes "Make me repeat myself Corporal and we’ll be forced to change the topic of conversation. We could talk for instance about the motile sperm you stole from the containment area."

The woman tenses up. She shuffles in place and talks in a flurry of words.

"W-we broke into his room last, so we were already in a hurry to leave. On top of that, there was the darkness, the frenzy of battle, and..." the Boss glances at her, the woman speaks faster "Which is all to say I don't recall all the details Boss! B-but I DO remember some things about his room. Like how... empty it was."

One of the Boss’s eyebrows raises, the slightest hint of genuine interest in her face. The woman with the buzz cut relaxes a little.

"Y-you know how drones love to hoard all sorts of garbge in their rooms or decorate them in excess? Well, the room of the tall one was... the complete opposite. Bare walls and ceiling, almost no personal items in sight. Just a couple of books, some photos, some old toys from when he was smaller. Even his clothes were all neatly folded on a corner." she shrugs "It looked as if he had just arrived."

"Or just getting ready to leave..." muses the Boss staring at the floor.

"Boss…?"

The old woman shakes her head, extracts the phone out of her pocket.

"That would be all, thank you Corporal..." she says typing again. But before the skinny woman can open the cabin’s door she adds "As for the motile sperm you stole..."

The woman freezes. Her hand clenching the handle.

"It will be discounted from your next paycheck at current market value," says the Boss without taking her eyes off the phone "Plus a penalty for the time the accountant wasted trying to figure out why the numbers on the latest shipment didn't add up. Understood?"

The woman with the buzz cut looks like a spring under pressure, ready to burst at a moment's notice. She manages to nod.

The Boss clicks her tongue "Good." and a second later "Oh, and Corporal…?"

"Y-yes... B-boss...?" the woman says with clenched teeth.

"What gender did you and your wife chose for the baby?"

The woman drops her shoulders and sighs in relief.

"A girl, Boss..."

The elder woman nods, her attention squared on the flurry of cute emojis scrolling across the phone's screen.

"Good."

Mars Pirates

The sand bubbles and fizzles as the waves recede, leaving a hardened, compact surface for a couple seconds before it’s drowned again by the incoming water.

Carolina's face is bright red and her hair is peppered with sand grains as she walks barefoot on the wet road left by the crashing waves. She holds her mismatched tennis shoes in one hand and her Zelda hoodie up in the other, struggling to protect herself from the sun.

She walks forwards and backward along the near-empty beach as if patrolling the area, traveling for a couple of minutes in one direction before turning and retracing her steps, repeating the journey over and over.

Despite the droning crash of waves, the salty whirl of wind, and the annoying caws of the seagulls above, the only sound the Asian preteen seems to notice are the two voices coming from under a lone white umbrella on top one of the dunes. As she walks up and down the shore the voices alternate between a mere murmur to the more distinct sound of two kids being silly, inter-cut now and then with moans of pleasure or giggle tantrums.

During one of these approaches to the gravitational field surrounding the umbrella, Caro stops and rubs her aching shoulders. She grumbles in pain, takes a breath, and after a moment of self-encouragement, looks at the two nude figures laying underneath it.

Miguel's hand is busy between the black girl's legs as she lays on her back on her pink towel, taking selfies with her camera. They whisper words to one another and laugh, the boy smiling and posing for her pictures with his hand still buried inside her.

Caro looks away and groans again, albeit not because of her aching shoulders. She raises her green hoodie and resumes her patrol, walking along the beach for a few dozen feet when she suddenly hears her name being shouted in the distance.

"Hey!" Miguel yells waving at her to come closer. Caro looks around and sees the black girl walking towards the restaurants and hotels further inland, leaving the boy alone under their umbrella.

The eleven-year-old girl waits until she’s certain the girl won’t return soon and walks in his direction. When she’s a couple of steps away she throws her tennis under the shadow and lays her green hoodie on the sand a healthy distance away from him.

"Hey, how's it going?" she asks sitting on her knees on top her hoodie, trying not to stare too much at Miguel’s body covered in sweat as he sits on the pink towel hugging his knees. His penis is erect but mostly out of sight, nestled between his skinny legs.

"Okay so far...” he says passing her the big water bottle. “She just came and went to the bathroom to clean before the second one.”

Caro thanks him with a hum and takes a long, desperate gulp of the warm liquid. After what seems like an eternity she exhales in relief and passes the now half-empty bottle back to the naked boy.

He takes a gulp too and puts the bottle aside. He opens his mouth and moves his jaw sideways, preparing himself.

“I need to make her cum two more times if we want the rest of the escrow. Hopefully she cums quick.” he chuckles “And hopefully I cum quick too so we can go eat at that place I mentioned. It's so good!"

Carolina nods, her stomach growling "Well, at least you'll be getting an appetizer soon." she says with a chuckle.

Miguel rolls his eyes "If anything eating pussy makes me hungrier." he suddenly remembers Caro’s phone half-buried in the sand nearby. He perks up and shows it to her "Hey, you already have the first half of the payment! Why don’t you go eat while I finish here?"

The girl shakes her head, refusing the phone "Nah, it's okay, I'll wait for you. I don't like eating alone." she taps her fingers on her knees, hesitates before adding "I hate eating alone…"

Miguel nods, knowingly "Yeah, me too..."

The two stay silent for a moment, watching at opposite sides of the scalding landscape, feet tapping sand and fingers drumming on knees.

Carolina looks around, sees no sign of the black girl yet, and moves closer to Miguel so the umbrella's shadow covers her completely.

She huffs from the heat and watches how he’s now massaging his hands, the tips of his fingers still moist with the girl’s juices. As she watches him her eyes constantly drift downwards to stare at his hairless penis which is now soft and nested between his thighs. She shuffles in place.

"Can I ask you a question?" she ventures.

"Um... Sure."

"How do you do it?" she motions in his general direction "You know... To have that much sex?"

He tilts his head, not understanding her question "Um... I watched some tutorials, asked other boys for suggestions." he shrugs "Lots of practice I guess..."

She rolls her eyes "No menso, I'm not asking how you have sex with 'this'," she points at his crotch "But with 'this'." she points at his head "I mean, isn't it all super... Impersonal? Cold...?"

He laughs "I don't think I've ever had sex in a cold place. I wonder how that’s like… It would have to be on a movie theater, or inside a fridge, or..."

"You know what I mean." she interrupts, changing her position to sit hugging her knees "Come on Miguel, answer my question."

The boy wrinkles his nose, not knowing where to start. He looks at the ocean and the sea barrier further out with squinting eyes. The seagulls have found another garbage patch and are flocking around it.

"You have to, um... disconnect yourself from what you're doing, you know? As if your thoughts are an App running in the background… Or something.” he shrugs, continues rubbing his fingers “So when... when I'm here with the client having sex, I'm not actually... 'here'... You know…?"

Miguel shrugs again, not sure he's making sense. Caro nods as she ponders his words.

"And... Have you ever had sex with someone who made you feel like you were, um..." she shrugs too "'Here'?"

Miguel looks up, recounting his long history of sexual encounters. He shakes his head.

"No, not really," he says. Then he realizes something “And I know I haven't because sex has never felt like this. How we are right now, just talking. Right now I feel… 'here'. You know…?"

Caro's smile widens, she nods.

“Yeah, I think I know…”

He nods too and adds as a side note "That's another reason why I like you." he immediately realizes what he just said and hurries to add "B-because of all the adventures we have!” he laughs “I-I mean, visiting houses is much more fun when I do it with you than with abuelita. She gets tired real quick..."

His voice trails off as he inspects Caro's face, worried he may have screwed things up.

But Caro's lips curve up into a gentle smile, her eyes fixed on his.

"I'm having fun too..." she says simply, then reshuffles to sit on her knees and exhales out loud "I mean, I'm melting here and my stomach is rumbling like crazy.” she raises her arms “But at least we're not being chased by pirates or something."

Miguel chuckles, cautious. Caro joins him, cautious as well. But soon they're both genuinely laughing as they start to bounce more outlandish scenarios.

"Yeah, we could be chased by pirates... from Mars!"

"Uh, uh... And instead of a pirate ship, it's a pirate... submarine!"

"A nuclear-powered pirate submarine!"

"That transforms into a rocket!"

"Which the pirates will use to escape to Mars with... a princess they took hostage!"

"And only WE can stop them! And that's why they're chasing us!"

By now their excited yells and fits of laughter have overcome the sounds of the ocean so much they don’t notice the black twelve-year-old girl appearing without warning.

"Hello! Seems you're both having fun!" says the petite girl sitting under the umbrella, derailing their conversation. She immediately extends a hand to Caro "Hey! I'm Rebecca! But everyone calls me Becks. What's your name!?"

Caro struggles to control herself, battling with both the inertia of her laughter and the overwhelming instinct to run away and bury herself in the sand. She coughs with a hand on her mouth and manages to shake the girl's palm with the other.

"C-Carolina. Hey..." she pants out of breath, recoiling her hand almost immediately when their handshake ends. Without waiting for an answer she turns and motions to leave.

Rebecca doesn’t flinch from seeing her stand up. She just smiles and moves closer to Miguel and places her hands on his shoulders, causing him to jolt.

Caro stops in her tracks.

"Pleased to meet you!" says Rebecca hugging the naked boy "I've been meaning to talk to you and perhaps get to know you better, but things got in the way… Like his hands!" she says with a laugh, shaking Miguel’s shoulders slightly. He smiles but looks away from Caro, embarrassed.

Becks waits for a reaction but neither of the two preteens say a word. She continues, unfazed.

"Anyway, me and, um... what did you say was your name was again...? Miguel! Yes! Miguel was about to eat me out if that's okay with you. But hey! I noticed you've been waiting for him out under the sun!” she pouts “You sure you don’t want to wait here in the shadow...? There’s plenty of space!"

Rebecca motions at the sand with her arm as if she were a real estate agent introducing a hot new property to a potential client. She hugs Miguel again and bites her lower lip.

"And while you’re here, perhaps join us...?"

The boy glances at the Asian girl who stands frozen like a deer under headlights. She looks at Rebecca who stares back with hungry eyes, then at Miguel who shakes his head almost imperceptibly.

A drop of sweat falls off Carolina’s nose. She turns to the ocean and is forced to squint from the powerful glare of the sun. She nods.

"Um... Y-yeah, I can stay until you finish...” she says placing her hoodie back on the sand and sitting slowly on top of it. Then hurries to add “But I WON’T participate! Um, no offense..."

But Becks doesn't seem to mind, a mischievous grin across her face. She giggles in excitement and hugs Miguel closer.

"None taken! We can talk and get to know each other while he works his magic on me. My God, he's so good! You wouldn't think so from just looking at him, am I right?" she laughs "I'm so envious of all the sex you guys have."

Both Caro and Miguel stiffen at the same time. They shake their heads almost in synchrony.

Rebecca jolts, genuinely surprised "Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn't know you were siblings...” she pauses as the two continue shaking their heads “Oh, you’re not? Uh… So you're just... ‘friends’."

She stays quiet for a moment, her hands wandering around Miguel's chest, fiddling absentmindedly with his nipples.

Caro stares at Rebecca’s hands with fiery eyes, then realizes the black girl is watching her and looks elsewhere.

"Hope I can be your friend too..." says Becks in a whisper. She presses her face against Miguel's cheek and speaks by his ear just loud enough for Caro to listen "Hey wonder boy, I'm all clean now and ready when you are. Do you need to rinse yourself first? No...? Great!" she giggles, beaming from excitement "Let's get started…!"

To be continued…

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