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John
Connor sighs as he looks through the peephole in the door. He waves
Cameron back, but has her keep the gauge handy. He carefully opens
the door, being careful to step back out of the line of fire if it
becomes needed. “Can I help you,” he says to the
forty-something man standing at his door. He'd swear he'd seen the
guy before.

“Hello
Mister Kemph, I'm William Roberts, coach of the JV Rugby squad. May
I come in?” The older man is surprised at the teen's behavior.
He's acting like a combat vet who's expecting an ambush.

The
young man moves back carefully, ready to hit the floor at the first
sign of a gun or Terminator. “Sure, what can I do for you Mr.
Roberts?”

The
coach is confused as he steps into the house, he'd seen the reaction
from hardcore 'bangers but the kid in front of him is too clean cut
and keeps too much to himself to be a gang banger. He mentally
shakes himself, “I'm here to talk to you about the altercation
yesterday. Don't worry, you're not in any trouble, he threw the
first punch. Uh, can we sit down?”

The
Tin Miss scans the visitor and nods to her Master that he's a human.

The
future general sighs slightly at the nod, “Of course, have a
seat. Coffee, tea, pop?”

Roberts
sits down carefully, noting that both of his hosts are still
apparently primed for trouble, and is careful not to make any sudden
or threatening moves. His eyes pick up the movements of the girls
arms, like she's covertly laying something on surface behind a sofa.
He swallows slightly, wondering just how close to death he might have
stumbled, again. However, before he can speak a woman's voice comes
from the back of the house.

“John,
who was that?

The
teenaged male raises his voice as he answers, “We've got a
guest mom!”

Sarah
Connor walks into her living room, one hand slightly-unobtrusively
behind her back, resting on the butt of a 9mm. “Hello,”
she says, “how can we help you?”

The
coach is floored, he can tell from the woman's posture that she's
armed and expecting trouble, but what gets him most is how good she
looks for a single mother raising a pair of teens on her own. She is
wearing an A-shirt and sweat pants. Her hair is disheveled as though
she had just finished working out. “Hello Ms. Kemph. I was
stopping by to see if your son would be interested in a proposal.”

The
two Connors exchange looks for a moment before the woman says, “What
sort of proposal?”

The
older man swallows again at the utter lack of inflection in the
lady's voice, “Your son managed to kick the ass of our star
Varsity Rugby Center. I was hoping I could recruit him into the JV
team, at least for the year until he could join Varsity.”

The
young man sighs, “Thanks for the offer, but I'm planning on
going into the Military after I graduate. I can't risk a crippling
injury just for sports.”

William
nods, apparently torn between disappointment and pride, “I can
understand that. I did my time in the service and I'm proud to hear
a youngster who's willing to protect his country.” He slowly
rises to his feet very carefully, “By the way, Vice Principal
Phelps wants to see you during your lunch period Monday. You're not
in trouble, but she does want a few words with you. I think it's
mostly to make sure you don't go starting trouble in the future.”

John
snorts, “I just want to make it through the day with my skin
intact.”

The
coach barely keeps from arching an eyebrow at that statement and the
subconscious emphasis behind it. He allows himself to be led from
the house without further comment as he determines to find out as
much as possible about this family.

After
their visitor has left Sarah sighs, “Good catch honey. I
hadn't thought of any reason why you'd need to beg off of sports.”

The
young man chuckles, “I honestly expected it sooner or later. I
just picked the most believable, and hardest to check, reason
available. By Monday, the rest of the coaching staff should be
warned off. I may have to deal with a recruiter sometime, but even
that's not likely.”

The
woman smiles at her son, “Still, good work.”

*&*

Several
hours later Coach Roberts is sitting at lunch with his wife.

Sun
Roberts smiles at her husband. The native of Korea Town says,
“Alright Bill, what's got you so wound up?”

The
man smiles softly at the woman he loves, “I told you I was
going to try recruiting the Kemph kid. There are too many things
about that household that don't add up. First I was greeted like
they expected me to start trouble. Then there's the fact that the
mother is in better shape than just about any member of any of the
Varsity squads despite being in her thirties. If they were living
out in the country, I'd say they were survivalists. If it were just
the kids I'd think they were 'bangers. Try and add all these
together and I don't have a clue what the total is.”

The
small woman nods her head, “So what are you going to do?”

The
coach shrugs, “Wait, watch, and try to figure things out.”

Sun
grins lecherously as she slowly stands up, “Well, I can think
of at least one thing to take your mind off of the Kemph's.”

*&*

Sarah
Connor watches her only descendant covertly watching the cyborg. She
sighs, “John, why don't you just look at her openly? She is
your slave after all.”

Cameron
pipes up, “Correct. There
is no need for you to attempt to conceal your observations.”

The human woman snickers before she says, “Though
if you are going to do more than ogle her through her clothes, please
take it into the other room. I'm alright with you two having sex,
but I'd still rather not have my nose rubbed in it.” To her
surprise, her son both blushes and snorts derisively. She sighs and
says, “I think it's time for another John and Sarah talk.”

The young man sighs as he sits down across from his
mother, “Alright Sarah, what can I do for you?”

The elder Connor says, “Why don't you have your
slave join us John?”

The teen gets a confused look on his face for several
seconds before enlightenment shines across his face, “Cameron,
kneel by my seat.”

The mother smiles slightly at her son, he'd figured out
what she wanted reasonably quickly and with no hints. After the
cyborg is situated, she continues, “Now John, you seem to get
uncomfortable whenever I mention you having sex. I need an honest
and blunt answer to this question. Try to shock me if you wish, but
exactly how much sexual experience do you have? Gropes, dirty
magazines, peeping through window, anything.”

The young man smirks slightly, “Alright, you want
a bare knuckles answers, here it is. I have jacked off a total of
six times from the stuff I saw in Sex Ed and Cam's sucked me off
twice. That's the extent of my experience.”

Sarah's jaw is hanging open, “No gooses? No
peeking into the girls showers? No dirty magazines? Nothing?”

John smiles morbidly as he shakes his head, “Nope.
I didn't want to get a rep for being a perv and drawing attention to
myself while doing so. I might get away with a quick feel in an LA
school or something, but we've only been here a week or so and my
relationship with Cameron has been going on for most of that.”

The human female leans back in her chair, stunned.
“Okay,” she says after a minute, “this is worse
than I expected. I'd have thought you'd be feeling up girls left and
right, peeking in on girls, the works really given how much we move
about. You could develop a small reputation in a town and we could
be gone from it within a week.” She straightens up, “Alright,
I'm going to put forth a few suggestions. Take them or leave them,
it is your prerogative as a master.” after he nods his head,
she continues, “I'd recommend giving your slave a 'play name'
if you will. Something to call her to differentiate between bedroom
games and the rest of the time. Something no less than mildly
insulting would probably be best. Bitch, slut, or cunt would be a
few suggestions. Also, I would remind you of the suggestion I put
forth last time we had one of these talks.”

The young man doesn't even bother fighting down his
blush as he nods his head, “Is there anything else Sarah?”

“Not
right now,” comes the response accompanied by a knowing smirk.

John comes to his feet and says, “In that case,
please excuse us. Cameron, come.”

The Terminator's response is too quiet for her master to
hear, but the other woman can catch is, “I already did.”
She quickly rises to her feet to follow her Master, her eyes locked
on his ankles, her hands folded in front of her.

Once the teens are out of the room, Sarah bolts to her
room. She closes and locks the door before kicks off her boots. She
has her pants and panties off in a second. She bounds for the bed
and jerks open the drawer of her night stand. She reaches in an
pulls out a midnight black vibrator seven inches long and one in
diameter. She kisses the tip and says, “Hello Kyle,”
before rolling onto her back. She spreads her legs and turns on the
vibrator before sliding it up her slick channel. She moans throatily
as the sex toy parts her folds, her head spinning at the vibrations.

*&*

John looks at Cameron who is currently standing with her
head bowed and her hands folded, a very submissive posture all the
way around. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and releases it
slowly. When his eyes open, they are hard, set with purpose. His
voice is firm and even as he says, “When I call you 'Bitch' I
am referring to my slave. Do you understand?

The female's voice is barely above a whisper as she
replies, “Yes Master.”

The young man's posture is almost outright aggressive as
he says, “Alright Bitch, here are your first two standing
orders from me. First, every morning I will pick out what, if any,
under clothing you will wear that day. This starts effective
tomorrow. My second order is that you do not have sex with anyone
aside from myself without explicit permission beforehand. Do you
understand these orders Bitch?”

The Terminator's voice is still low, and her pussy
juices are literally running down the inside of her thighs, as she
says, “I hear and I obey Master.”

The teen steels his nerves as he prepares to give his
next order. He forces his voice to be steady as he says, “Strip
your top Bitch.”

Cameron has her shirt over her head and on the floor
almost before her master has finished giving the order.

John smirks as he takes in her firm, high breasts. He
frowns slightly, they are a bit small for what he has planned, but oh
well. “Bitch, lie down on your back.” While his command
is being carried out, he quickly takes off his jeans and drawers. He
opens the drawer of he night stand and pulls out a bottle of baby oil
before he climbs on the bed, straddling her torso, his butt resting
on her diaphragm. He says, “Cup your hands behind your head,”
as he is pouring a copious amount of oil into the valley between the
female Terminator's cleavage. Once satisfied with the amount he sets
the bottle aside and bluntly grabs her boobs, pressing them together,
smearing the sides with the oil. He frowns as his initial assessment
proves accurate. Nonetheless, he shifts his weight forward and
guides his cock right between her breasts.

Both teens moan throatily as John thrusts between
Cameron's tits for the first time, her mounds barely sufficient to
conceal his dick. The very tip of his member hits the cyborgs chin
before he pulls back. The future general looses himself in the feel
of warm tit flesh surrounding his cock as he thrusts back and forth.
Finally, with a primal groan, he shoots off a load hard enough to
splatter on Cameron's forehead before the other spurts adorn her
cheeks and upper chest. He settles himself back onto her abdomen as
he starts to catch his breath. However, as the female starts to move
to wipe his cum off, he says, “Leave it on until I tell you
otherwise Bitch.”

A/N: Until next time.
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