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Chapter 67 Penance
“How was it out there today, Sam,” asked Stacy as she helped Sam out of his coveralls.
“Frustrating, ran out of replacement parts, Danica must have took out every transformer in Dade County. But we’ll get there,” replied Sam wearily. He had just come off an exhausting twelve-hour shift repairing the local power grid.
“Let’s get in the shower. I’ll wash your back,” said Stacy pulling his sweat-stained undershirt over his head.
“We got hot water,” asked Sam? The hotel showers had only produced cold water since he arrived from Virginia. Sam and his partner Beryl worked for VEPCO, Virginia Electric Power Company. They had volunteered to go to Miami and help restore power to the millions of home that had lost it due to Hurricane Danica.
“Portia and I persuaded the FEMA director to devote one of those portable turbine generators to the hotel,” said Stacy bending down to unlace his boots.
“Old Charlie’s a pisser. He wouldn’t help his own mother unless he was authorized by Washington,” said Sam.
“Stacy made Charlie an offer he couldn’t refuse,” said Portia from the adjoining room where she was helping Beryl undress.
“It was no big deal, a simple half and half,” said Stacy laughing. “Besides Charlie’s not so bad. He just can’t get past the red tape without an incentive.”
“The incentive was the two of us at the same time,” said Portia slipping Beryl’s shorts down his hairy legs. His already hard cock sprung free when the elastic waistband freed it. “Oh, is that for me,” asked Portia gently wrapping her hand around the swollen shaft and stroking it.
“You bet it is, honey. I been thinking about you all day,” said Beryl.
“Lets shower then I’ll do that thing you like so much,” said Portia referring to his desire to receive oral sex while Portia inserted several fingers in his rectum.
“You girls are awfully nice to take off from school and come here to help us out,” said Sam kissing Stacy as she stroked his hardon.
“Portia and I feel like it’s the right thing to do,” said Stacy reaching into the shower to turn on the water. “Don’t we, Portia?”
“That and we love to fuck working stiffs,” said Portia lathering up Beryl’s penis.
After a night of bobbing in the ocean, the girls woke up to a horizon view of Miami’s skyscrapers. Some determined rowing aided by the prevailing winds and currents inched them closer until by twilight their high tech life raft touched ashore. They managed to scramble up over the damaged sea wall carrying the rescued artworks.
They found incredible destruction left by the hurricane. The ocean front buildings were heavily damaged if not completely destroyed. They wandered down dark and deserted Collins Avenue. Finally in the distance they saw lights. They hurried toward them arriving at the front of the Eden Roc hotel. Temporary lighting powered by generators illuminated the front of the hotel.
The venerable Eden Roc had survived the storm much better than newer buildings. Only the upper floors were damaged. FEMA had commandeered the hotel as their headquarters for the recovery efforts. Hundreds of police and National Guard along with state and federal emergency workers were just arriving.
After recounting to the police, their tale of being the only survivors of a yacht lost to Hurricane Danica, they volunteered to help the understaffed recovery effort.
Stacy and Portia borrowed a satellite phone to inform Sir Charles they were very much alive. He immediately offered to send a plane for them but both girls felt they should stay and help.
“We feel awful about the loss of life when the Inca Dream went down,” said Portia.
“So to make up for it in a small way, we’d like to help out the victims of Danica,” said Stacy.
“How do you plan to help,” asked Sir Charles?
“This place is full of hard working men who need occasional sex to help them relax,” said Portia.
“And we’re going to man the Help Hotline when we’re not on our backs,” added Stacy.
Sir Charles arranged for Carina to return to her native Brazil. Reynolds arrived to take the nearly one billion dollars of art, the girls had saved, back to Boston where Sir Charles planned to anonymously donate it to museums.
Portia and Stacy spent a busy month maintaining the morale of the volunteers at the Eden Roc. While back in Massachusetts, media frenzy broke loose as Sir Charles fed selected dossiers from Mike’s files to the press.
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