Chapter 36 - Chapter Thirty Six: (Season Two)

New Lease on Life
Chapter Thirty Six
Season Two: A different kind of Monday.

Eric Wyre woke up and stretched. His phone started to chirp from the bedside as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and tapped the 'off' circle on the screen. He grunted as he rolled his shoulders and smiled. The last forty-eight hours had been a relaxing relief from his first week as the building's technician.

Moving in had been five days of ups, downs, and a whole lot of back-and-forth. And that was just the sex. His little voice laughed. Eric had to laugh too. He and Belle had spent much of Sunday lounging about, letting Drip play and explore the apartment further, and occasionally getting a visit from one of the other ladies on the floor, wishing Eric well and thanking him for kicking some serious ass. 

Belle's mother had, after returning the spare key to her daughter, returned to the base. She did seem to wait until Eric and Belle were about to have a brief, after breakfast romp before she knocked on the door. It had meant that Eric had to answer it with a half hidden bulge, and Belle had to yank her top back on. After Zoe had gotten her 'Mom' moment, by making things awkward, she'd departed.

Now, it was Monday, again, and Eric was ready to take on the day. He'd gotten a text from his old Teacher, the Husbands were apparently making progress with their business trip. Ed could understand why. If the land sellers knew the land had lost its fertility, they couldn't mark it as farmland. Revitalizing the land cost money and time, and if someone wanted to grow food there, they'd be shit out of luck. 

Rather than risk any deception, sellers had to declare the land's potential in the contract. But that was the trick, up to that point they could say, or not say, whatever they liked. So if they were only bidding to people who wouldn't need the land to support crops, they could sneak by and keep the offers high.

But with the right information, those offers could be... manipulated.

According to the old lady, the 'pretties' had come home after the third night, the first one-on-one talks between sellers and bidders, and seen that their information paid off. It seemed like the sellers didn't want to openly declare the land was no longer crop worthy. At that point, it wasn't illegal, and nobody had directly asked them during the open sessions. 

So, when the two of them had asked in the private sessions; it had struck a chord. 

Eric smiled. It felt good to help the guys. The price difference between a plot that could support land and one that couldn't was one measured in at least eight figures down to six figures an acre. If the boys brought home that kind of surplus, they'd get promotions, if not a bonus, for sure.

All from a kooky old lady who liked to make young men sweat.

After he was showered and dressed, Eric took his first step out of room and smiled at who he saw. Maserati 'Maz' Bora stood in her work clothes, tall and strong. Her golden brown skin was a soft layer over muscles built up over a lifetime of hard manual labor. Her black curly hair framed her sharp features and her deep green eyes glanced up from whom she was speaking with to catch sight of Eric.

“Good Morning, Eric!” She said with a big smile and a wave. Her large breasts shook a little with the exaggerated motion. As she did, the woman she had been speaking with turned to look at Eric as well.

Officer Cornelia Woolrick looked sharp in her uniform. Her long strawberry blond hair was pulled up in a regulation bun, and her athletic body, with its soft curves, completed a look of someone who could chase down a runner with ease. Her gray eyes, steely yet bright, fell on Eric and he saw the smile on her face grow. She waved as well as Eric walked over to bid good morning to his neighbors.

“Good morning, Eric.” She said as he reached them.

“Maz, Cornelia,” He nodded to each of them. “How're you doing?” 

“Pretty good!” Maz gave him a thumbs up. “Big boss is still a fat tit and we're on more regular hours. It seems that his little spat with the Military the other night got some people asking questions and he's not so eager to over work us, anymore.” She grinned.

“That screw up your contract at all?” Eric asked. She shook her head.

“Nope. Original bid doesn't take 'night shifts' into the time table.” She explained. “I mean, it's not a utility repair, so why would it?” Eric nodded. “He was just trying to go for the 'done well and done early' bonus.”

“Which I'm sure he would have shared with all of you.” Cornelia spoke up, and got wry laughs from Maz and Eric.

“And you, Cornelia?” Eric asked. “Not too much paperwork waiting for you today?”

“Plenty.” She began, “The good news is that we did everything by the book so there's no 'extra' work for me to do.” She continued. “We're processing the paperwork for ah... the 'plan' with your ex.” She paused. Eric sighed, but nodded for her to continue. “Julia and Amanda were able to convince her to put off the meeting until Wednesday, what with the Regulator and the military being about and all.” She said, and grinned a little. “They're pretty good actresses.” She concluded. 

“They certainly know how to put on a show,” Eric said and crossed his arms. “That came out more bitter than I meant it to.” He shook his head. He didn't want to think about how soon he'd be spying on his ex-wife as she used his own surname to get them into her potentially illegal escort service.“What about the lead Gene was chewing on?” Eric asked.

“That... is going to take some time. She said she's got to wrap up a contract for another job before she commits to it, just in case the data does something to her hardware.”

“Shiny.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, the word of the Regulator might keep those goons from sticking their noses around here for a little while.” Eric smiled.

The ladies laughed, and Eric shared a little more small chat with them before heading to the stairs, rather than the elevator. “Gotta get warmed up for the morning.” He says, and the ladies bid him well as he walked down the stairs while they took the elevator down to work.

Halfway down the building, Eric saw a pretty slip of a woman talking to the Old Man, the Chief. “Morning, Donna.” Eric waved. Her short brown hair and button nose gave her a cute look. She looked over her shoulder and Eric's eyes traveled down her slender frame to her bouncy ass. Even in conservative work outfit, she found a way to draw the eyes. Her hazel eyes glimmered as Eric's gaze met them. A hearty chuckle drew his gaze to the Chief. He looked old, and weathered, and he walked with the gait of someone who'd been put back together from wounds, certainly more than enough times to have been sent home.

“Hey, Chief; got a busy day for me?” He asks.

“Something like that,” He nodded. “We're heading up to the roof to do an inspection. After the Regulator, the whole district is doing checks to make sure nothing's messed with. Since we actually know the bitch was on our roof,” he thumbed upwards. “We're going be the 'control positive' for the rest of them.

Eric sighed. “And here I was thinking I'd be sweeping floors and washing windows all day.”

“Plenty of that tomorrow.” He smirked. “Damn shame too. Donna tells me the Newlyweds sunbathe on Mondays.” He grinned and leaned toward Donna, who blushed. 

“It was just something I noticed, okay?” She stammered.

“That's right,” Eric nodded “You were carrying on as Tech for my floor, before, right?” Eric asked. She nodded.

“I'm not a full Technician of course, but I can do basic stuff.” She said. “Mostly I just know when and what to order for the Chief so he can fix things between his other duties.” She added. Eric nodded again, and after a little more chatting, continued downstairs.

He was in the lobby when he saw Professor Joanna Landry walking out of the elevator. Her stunning, outrageous curves were contained by her professional attire that made her look more like a lecturer and less, but not completely, like a sex goddess. Her silver hair shone as she let it fall around her shoulders, still wet from a shower, and her cyan blue eyes flicked to the side and caught sight of Eric stepping out of the stairwell. Her smooth lips, painted a subtle red, drew into a smile as she stopped to say hello.

“Eric, how are you?” She said and Eric walked up to her. Then, she surprised him by pulling him into a friendly hug. Still, her breasts, titanic as they were, got to him first as she pulled him in. The warm, comforting feeling of her bosomy embrace caught Eric off guard, and he was quickly returning the hug. She let him go, before things got too tight in his trousers, and smiled. “So?” She asked again.

“Oh, I'm good. Rested up and ready to get back to work.” Ed made a show of clapping a hand on his shoulder, and Joanna giggled.

“You did have a very busy first week here... maybe things will calm down a little from now on?” She offered. 

“Maybe.” Eric says. “Somehow I think this place isn't ever really 'slow' though, is it?” He asked Joanna hummed a little in thought.

“In my experience, living here? No.” She shook her head. “There's always something new coming up.”

“Makes it interesting.” Eric laughed. Joanna nodded in agreement. “So, has your schedule been changed at all, for your classes?” Eric asked. Joanna smiled and shook her head.

“None at all.” She smiled. “Though I thought you were going to be busy?” She asked.

“At least one thing is going to be starting off on Wednesday, but that means I've got Tuesday free, I should think.” Eric said with a grin. “So, if you'd like, I'd be willing to maybe take a stroll around the campus tomorrow.”

Actually... that might not be a bad idea for a lot of reasons. He thought. I'd need to call Captain Rachel. “I might have some things I want to check out there, anyways.” He grinned further.

“That's a naughty grin you've got there, young man.” Joanna observed, with a sultry voice. “Makes me want to sit on it.” She whispered as she leaned close enough that her breasts pressed against his chest. Eric took a deep breath, to steady himself, but in doing so his chest pressed back against Joanna and she smiled at the pressure. “Hmmm.” She stepped back and grinned like a cat eyeing up the canary. “I think this will be a productive week,” She nods. “I'll see if I can get you a pass for tomorrow, Eric.” She said, finally. “Talk to you tonight?” She asked.

“I'll be here.” He gestured at the lobby, but implied the building as a whole. Joanna nodded and departed for work, and Eric too a breath before walking into Donna's office, which was the buffer between the lobby and Belle's office.

He knocked twice on the door, and Belle's voice could be heard through it.

“That you, Eric?” She called.

“Yeah.” He said with a smile.

“Come on in.” She laughed, and Ed opened the door to see her behind her desk, a few documents in hand. “Good Morning,” She said with a smile that warmed Eric's heart. “Take a seat, I'll let you know what's on the docket for the day.” She said and put down the papers in her hand to grab another.

“The Chief mentioned doing a test for the regulator's interference on the roof,” He started, “I saw him talking with Donna, on my way down.” He added, as a way of explanation.

“That's what we've got planned for this morning.” Belle nodded. “After that Gene requested a check of her electric systems. She's going to be drawing in a lot of power and wanted to make sure she doesn't fry anything before she gets started.” She read off the request. “Know anything about that?”

“I know it has something to do with something that Officer Woolrick could explain, if she's permitted.” Eric said. Eric referred to Cornelia as Officer to imply the official nature of the situation, and the look on Belle's face told him she understood.

“I'll ask her if she can get permission to read me in on it, this evening.” Belle informed him. “Other than that, things look pretty good. Just a regular cleaning of the floors, the window washers will be here tomorrow so you can help them.” Eric scratched his chin. “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, I was... well. Joanna asked me to stop by her class, and she teaches on Tuesdays.” Eric explained. Belle smirked, her eyes flicked to her computer screen for a moment before looking back to Eric.

“If it's her History class, she doesn't teach that until the afternoon.” Belle said. “And the Washers work fast, in the Morning, you should be done with time to head over there.”

“I'll let her know, this evening, then.” Eric smiled. Belle smiled back, and there was a wordless exchange that official business was covered. “How're you doing?” He asked, and Belle sighed with a smile.

“Oh, sugar, I'm doing fine.” She laughed. “This last week was so up and down, what with everything you were stirring up.” She nodded at him.

“Me stirring things up?” Eric put a hand to his chest defensively. “All I did was my job.” He wagged a finger. “It's the crazy machina that sent this whole thing off.”

“Really?” She cocked her head. “So it was the Regulator who got all the ladies on that floor excited about it; fucked Maz on the floor's private chat room-”

“I did not know Maz had left her camera on.” Eric interjected.

“-and proceeded to sexually reinvigorate every unmarried woman on that floor, my assistant, and me, to boot?” She asked.

“That...no?” Eric blinked. “I guess not.” He laughed. 

“Right.” She smiled. “So you get your butt in gear and head up to the roof.” She winked and ordered.

“Affirmative, Boss.” Eric nodded, and leaned in close. Belle smiled and leaned forward. They kissed gently, their lips pressing softly over Belle's desk. Both lingered and enjoyed the contact, before they pulled back and went back to work.

Eric had a skip in his step as he reached the elevator leading up to the roof. The Chief was already in the airlock, and Ed quickly got the supplies he needed from a locker and followed him out into the daylight.

It was a bright and beautiful day. The sky had only a few wispy clouds passing over head and it was already warm on top of the building. “Where do we start, Chief?” Eric asked, and the old man nodded.

“You tell me,” He laughed. “We're testing for positives, where did you see the Reg?” Eric pointed at the perch where the Regulator had stood the first time Eric had met it. “Right, let's start there.”

“Ahoy!” A man's voice came when they started to climb onto the machines, to get a better reading. Eric turned and saw some people standing on the next roof over. “You're the folks that ran into that Reg, right?” A man in similar uniform to Eric and the Chief called. Eric looked at the Chief, this was his show.

“Yeah!” The Chief called, and Eric kept climbing to get where he needed to be. “What's it to ya?”

“What the hell was that thing even up to?”

“You can read about it in the official report.” The old man said. “It'll be with next month's newsletter.” Eric chuckled. That would be a while. Eric reached the top and saw heavy foot prints embedded into the top of the machinery.

“Come on!” Another man called over. “Give us something.” Eric shook his head as he pulled out a scanner and started testing for Regulator particles.

“How about you give us some peace and quiet, so we can do our jobs?” The Old man replied. The younger men shrugged and went back to their own conversations and scanning. Eventually the scanner pinged softly, letting Eric know it had done its job and saved the recordings on an internal drive. “Right, next spot.” The Chief said.

Eric slid off the machinery and followed the Regulator's path as it had stalked Eric toward the airlock door. He took several more scans of where he'd seen the Regulator, then did a grid like pattern over the roof to cover the bases. 

“Want to scan your porch too?” The old man asked, quietly, but with his back to the neighbors.

“It was watching...” Eric said quietly. “Just to get another reading?” Eric asked. The Chief nodded and they detoured to Eric's apartment to scan the warped railing. Eric tried not to think about how the Regulator had perched there, watching, the first night he and Belle had spent in together. 

“Okay,” The Chief said, “Let's get Belle to sign off on this and we can send the readings out.”'

The two of them gave Belle a basic explanation of what they found. The Regulator had been all over the roof, and the two of them had gathered plenty of positive scans to share with the other landlords and their technicians. It wasn't as if the machines didn't have the ability to confirm if a regulator had been nearby or not. It was a matter of confirming which regulators had been nearby. These scans would determine if there were any other regulators hanging out in the neighborhood.

Wouldn't that just be so special? Eric thought to himself. I become a favorite among women, both the natural and the artificial... He chuckled as he got the tools he'd probably need to measure out what Gene had in mind. But then... there is Rachel... and the Gynoid-Gals who did the heavy lifting on the Farm... and the Dorothy Girls started showing a lot of interest after I 'field repaired' their boss-lady, back on OZ. He sighed and laughed.

The coming days would be interesting. He embraced the inevitability of the strange and headed up to Gene's room, and knocked on her door. He heard the clack of the lock and from inside, Gene's voice called out.

“Come in, Eric!” Her voice had the slight static of a speaker. He opened the door and saw that there was such a device, set up above a mechanism that had remotely unlocked her door. He hadn't noticed that before.. Gene's ass had kept him from noticing much else, when he was coming in.

HA!

And her pot had put him off his balance as he'd left, as evidenced by how he could barely remember his conversation with Jack and Alex. He walked into Gene's room, and the lights were on, but she wasn't in her main, living room. “Turn left.” He heard her voice say, and he did, and saw that her small 'guest' area had been remade into a secure electronics lab. That was the only word for it. On the walls were panels that would block any wireless signals, and there were a number of computer towers lined in rows, with monitors in front of them, and hard copy notes beside those monitors. 

The whole room had a sterile, white, look to it, like a chemical lab. Eric wondered why Gene went that extra mile. It was even a little colder in the room. Then, he blinked as he turned his head and saw Gene standing there, in the nude. “Morning.” She winked at him.

Eric was already familiar with her short stature, and stacked features. Her large, natural, breasts and how they shook as she giggled at his staring, her nipples were slightly stiff, from the cool temperature of the room. But as her hands rested on her wide hips, he saw the curves of her ass from where he stood in front of her, under the gaze of her deep hazel eyes. Her cream colored cheeks pinched into a wide smile as she blushed under his eyes. “Good Morning?” She asked again.

“Good Morning, Gene.” Eric said. “I guess it's your room, and I don't mind -at all-, but why are you naked?”

“I like to be naked when I build computers.” She smiled. “It's not like static discharge is something I have to worry about,” She lifted up her arm and Eric saw a grounding band. “I just like being naked when I work. Don't you?” She asked.

“I work around machines more likely to take a bite out of anything just hanging there.” Eric replied. Gene cringed, but then they both laughed, and Gene gave him the run down of what she needed. The long and short of the brief was that she was going to be attempting the decoding of the information in isolated systems that couldn't even talk to any system outside the room. She hadn't included any wireless transmitters or receivers when she built the towers, preventing the risk of any leak. The 'clean room' was just something she'd built while testing wireless systems that she didn't want to affect the rest of the apartment, or the city block.

Eric set her up with a 'high voltage' breaker system that would be able to handle the sustained amount of power that all the computers would be using at the same time. He did a few tests and gave Gene the green light to do a power test. It took almost two hours to check, double check, tease out a few glitches, replace a socket, test again, and again, until both of them were finally satisfied that the job was done, and done well.

“So.” Gene said with a grin as she sat, naked, in Eric's lap. “What's the rest of your day like?”

“I've got to check in with Joanna about something,” Eric sipped at a drink Gene had brought him. “Once she gets back from teaching.” He added.

“In the evening.” Gene said, pressing her breasts up against Eric's chest.

“In the evening.” Eric nodded, as he slipped a hand down to squeeze into the soft curve of one Gene's ass cheeks. “So I'm... available... for the time being.” He grinned as she leaned in and kissed him, softly on the lips.

It was good to be back. He thought as she wrapped one of her arms around his neck and kissed him longer, and deeper; while she unbuckled his pants with the other hand.
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