Alien Vacation Ch. 05

"So about that...?" Kyle asked as soon as he saw the lobby doors slide apart for Angela.

Okay. Here's the thing about Angela: she's perfect. She's absolutely perfect for us. I can give you the data dump in a flash if you want but I think you might like getting to know her. She already has the hots for you except for how she's trying to tamp down on that until she sorts out everything that just happened. She's fun and smart and she knows she's hot and wishes she could have the kind of carefree sexy times we're looking for. Deep inside she wants to get sex-crazy like we do. It's only a matter of finding the right guy, which she knew Jake wasn't. I'm telling you, she's girlfriend-harem material.

Xin's rushed explanation caused a rapid fluttering of Kyle's eyelids. Angela didn't seem to notice from across the lobby, but she saw him already. She really was a knockout. "Girlfriend-harem?" he murmured.

Well, I didn't come down here to play monogamy with my psychic sex powers, obviously, but I'm not saying we can't have some serious connections, too.

How's she gonna feel about that? he asked silently.

Uh, she... will probably take that better than you might think if you handle it right. Bottom line: she honestly wants you to wrap her around your finger and all you have to do is overcome some reasonable sensibilities that would make her hesitate. You can chat her up and get romantic and handle this the slow way if you'd like it or I can give her the Emily treatment and it's gonna be Fuck O'Clock in no time. What do you think?

He found a great appeal in Xin's wham-bam psychic approach, but he didn't want to take the passenger's seat just now, either. It sparked an idea. "How about a mix of Column A and Column B?" he murmured.

He could feel Xin smile inside his mind as she understood his thoughts. Oh, I like how you think. Let's do this.

Kyle stood as Angela walked up, offering her a chair with casual politeness. It got a raised eyebrow and a twitch of a grin. She appreciated the gesture, and the fact that he didn't overdo it. "How are you doing?" he asked as they sat down again.

"I'm okay," she said, though her breath suggested surprise at that. "I really thought they'd want to take me down to the station or whatever before this was over. They're taking my car in for a deeper search, but they're letting me go."

"I figured they would. You cooperated and everything you said was believable. Hey, if you want to go check on the bag or grab it now, you're welcome to, but I'd suggest waiting until the cops are all cleared out of here."

"That's fine," Angela said. "I believe you."

"Thank you for trusting me," he said.

She opened her mouth to speak, clearly wanting to ask him something, but a waiter turned up. "What can I get you folks?" he asked.

"I'm good with water," said Kyle.

"Oh man, I shouldn't, but I need a drink. Vodka tonic?" Angela asked.

"Be right back," said the waiter.

Damn, you should have ordered something with Coke, thought Xin. I could use the phosphoric acid on your insides.

What? Kyle blinked.

"Okay, so who are you?" Angela asked as soon as the waiter left. "Where the hell did you even come from? And how did you know what was going on?"

"My name is Kyle Donovan. I'm sort of local, but I've been working as a messenger so I get around all over LA and Orange County. I don't know if I'm comfortable revealing my sources yet, but I heard about Jake and the skinheads from someone in the know and when I saw you walk away from that table at breakfast I decided to do something about it."

"Sources?"

"It's not that I want to keep secrets from you. I'd rather be open about everything. But that part isn't about me, it's about someone else and I promised to keep it quiet. All I can tell you is it's a secret, but it's someone I trust. Someone who doesn't like gangsters or Nazis any more than I do. I'm sorry I can't tell you more." Kyle shrugged. "If you can't see me keeping someone else's trust, why should you expect me to keep yours?"

Angela frowned in thought briefly, but it made sense. "At least it's better than bullshitting me and hoping I won't find out you're hiding it," she supposed.

"It's a crazy situation, and it could've gotten dangerous. I suppose it still could. People have to be careful."

"So that's it?" she asked, almost amused by the simplicity of his answers. "You're just a messenger and you heard rumors? Who are you a messenger for? The mob?"

"No, I work for a service based in Santa Monica. I'm done as of today, though. I like riding a motorcycle, but all day every day starts to suck after a while."

"Have you got more vigilante work lined up already?" Angela taunted.

Kyle grinned. "Depends. If you're okay with splitting that bag fifty/fifty, then no. But if you want to keep it to yourself, I guess I'll have to find some other big money crime to bust."

Her eyes widened. "I totally assumed we'd split it. You'd really let me have all that?"

"We didn't have much time to negotiate. You're the one who took most of the real risk. If you want it, I'll never say anything."

"No, splitting it is fine," she said. She paused as the waiter returned with their drinks. It gave her a moment to think. "I'm not really sure how to handle that kind of money, anyway. I can't just put it right into the bank."

"Not so much, no," said Kyle.

"Do you know what to do with your half?" Angela asked.

"Some. I'm gonna pay back one of Jake's victims if I can. And I'm gonna take the rest for some vacation time. A long vacation if I have my way. What about you? Who are you?"

"You don't already know?" she asked with playful suspicion. "Hi, I'm Angela. I'm a receptionist and a part-time freelance spokesmodel. Conventions, party promotions, that kind of stuff. Little modeling on the side."

"That sounds like fun."

"Yeah. I like..." she hesitated. "I don't normally say this to strangers 'cause it sounds stuck up, but I know I look good. A lot of that is luck and I know it, but I work at it, too. So if people want to pay me to show up at their party and just be pretty and sociable, I'm all in. I like being appreciated for it. Wish everyone could be. It's fun. But it's a side gig, though."

"Do you want to go into modeling full time? You've got the chops for acting, too, considering what I've seen."

"No way. I've been close enough to that whole world that I know I don't want to be a part of it. The money would be nice, but I've seen the downsides. I like to glam it up when I feel like it and then go home without having to deal with the politicking and the backstabbing. And worse. Of course, I guess there's downsides to what I do, too. There are douchebros everywhere. It's how I met Jake. Ugh."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Kyle said easily. "Most people have some relationships they regret sooner or later."

"I guess. I knew he was hiding things and I got some bad vibes, but I never expected this."

"How long were you seeing him?"

"A couple months? Not quite three."

Kyle laughed. "Hell, I stayed in an awful relationship for years and I only got out a little while ago. Manipulative, selfish, drained all my money... I can't even tell you how long I knew I should go before I finally did."

"What made you break it off? Did you find out she's running around with skinheads?"

"She hit me. I couldn't talk myself into ignoring that. It was just once, but you're supposed to be safe with your lover. You don't hit them. Ever. End of story." Kyle shrugged. "I didn't care how much she tried to guilt me after that."

Angela grinned. She seemed to like that answer. "So you're saying you're available?" she asked teasingly.

"Turns out."

"Looks like I'm single again, too," she mused. "I haven't actually told the last guy we're done, but he was being carted off in a paddywagon while I told the cops everything I know about him, so I imagine he's already gotten the message. Though if we're still technically together, I imagine a little revenge cheating might be in order."

"You feel the need for a good fling to get over this?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip and pulled a lock of her highlighted brown hair behind her ear. "Never know where something like that might lead, though. Especially if it's with someone in a vulnerable spot. You never know who's looking for some fun and who's looking for a new girlfriend."

Go for it, Kyle. Let her have it.

"I'm looking for a few new girlfriends," said Kyle. He didn't realize his eyes smoldered or that his grin intrigued, but he knew for certain that Xin's psychic charms and sexual magnetism flooded his voice and his words. "I don't have a problem with monogamy, but I've realized it's not what I want. Not if I'm honest with myself. Or with you."

Her breath deepened. She stared back at him. "What do you want?"

"A few girlfriends. Maybe more than a few. For real, but not, y'know, monogamous. I want them to be comfortable and happy with it. No jealousy, no inhibitions, no shame. And lots of sex outside of that. I'm on vacation and I want to go wild. I'd be happy to find someone who's on board with that. Or maybe a few someones." His grin spread a little. "I realize that's asking a lot, but I can make it happen. And I'm worth it."

She had all but forgotten about her drink. Forgotten about everyone but him...except in the abstract. "Is that a two-way street?"

"That's only fair. If others want it to be."

"How long do you plan to be on vacation?"

"For life. I can make that happen, too."

"Worth it, huh?" Angela's grin slowly spread across her face again. "Willing to back that up with an audition?"

* * *

They made out fiercely in the elevator, kept clear and private thanks to Xin's influence. Nothing could keep their hands from one another, least of all themselves. With the scheme and then the police investigation, he hadn't quite had his mind on how badly he wanted her, but his body had been on that from the beginning. Now he held her close and kissed her with all his pent-up desire unleashed.

Angela did the same. The closest thing to resistance came when her groin pushed up against his, letting her know just how much he was packing in his jeans. "Oh wow seriously?" she gasped with appreciation, but anything else was cut off by more of his mouth on hers.

Her hands got friendly. They roamed up under his shirt to explore his tight muscles and down to grope his ass. His hands at her back sank downward, too, returning the grope and eliciting a yelp of delight in response.

She doesn't need much foreplay, Xin counseled him almost breathlessly. She's been thinking about you even more than vice versa. She doesn't want romancing. She needs that dick.

The elevator stopped.

We both do.

He kept kissing her as the door opened. Kyle didn't bother looking to see if anyone was around. He reached down a little farther along Angela's hips, breaking the kiss to bend low enough to grab the hem up her skirt. It gave just enough to let him pull it up to her lower hips.

Angela looked at him with confused but eager eyes. "What are you...?" she asked, then yelped once again as those hands claimed her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and let Kyle carry her out of the elevator, kissing him all the while.

He navigated to the room with hardly a thought. Kyle pushed Angela's back against the wall beside his door, allowing him to hold her up with one hand on her ass while the other fished out his room key. As soon as the door beeped, he threw it open and carried her inside. He didn't let her down until the door swept shut again.

"Okay, that took talent," she said with a grin. "I have to fight with those stupid doors."

"Lucky first try is all," Kyle grinned back. He knelt to pull off her low-heeled shoe, sliding a hand up her calf as he did so, and then the next. He took a moment to caress each foot before he was finished.

"Holy shit, how are you not too good to be true?" she groaned, leaning back against the wall.

He rose again, quickly shedding himself of shoes and socks. "You're that impressed with the door?"

"No, seriously," she said breathlessly. "Something has to be a flaw. Is it drugs? Are you a deadbeat dad? Raging homophobia? What is it? Tell me you don't kick puppies."

"I dunno. I left out the part where I'm a total geek and I spend lots of time doing geek stuff with my geek friends. Does that count?"

"Oh my god, I love working Comic Cons," she said. "I love Star Wars. And superhero movies."

Told you she's perfect, Xin chimed in.

"Really?" Kyle blinked.

"Hot guys with abs for days," she pointed out. Then Kyle threw off his shirt. Her eyes lit up again. "Holy shit," she repeated, running her fingers over the faint sixpack he didn't have two days ago.

You're welcome, Xin commented.

Kyle thanked her silently as Angela explored. She only needed a moment. Her eyes lifted to meet his again. He stepped in and found the zipper to her skirt. Her fingers turned to undoing his belt and his jeans. They stepped out of both garments without ever breaking their gaze, though with Kyle's pants went his boxer briefs as well.

Angela wasn't subtle about looking down. Her hand nervously slid over his hip to his groin to take the measure of his thick tool. Again, he gave her a moment to explore before he continued on. Her touch felt good.

A tremor ran through her as Kyle's hands came to her black lace panties. He paused, but she shook her head, then pulled off her top in a wordless gesture of consent. The matching bra that encased her breasts only added to their allure. Kyle didn't look right away. He kissed her again, softly this time, before pulling the last bit of protection away from her wet sex.

The move required him to bend at the knees again. As he rose, he slipped his left hand under her right knee to lift up her leg, still keeping her against the wall. Angela sucked in a breath of surprise, but didn't object. His face came close to hers, but he didn't kiss her yet. He held her gaze as the head of his cock brushed against her wet pussy. They watched one another as he pushed in, spreading her open and drawing out a whimper from quivering lips.

She opened for him slowly, her body welcoming him but needing to adjust to his size. His first few slow, tentative thrusts flattered him as much as they pleasured his cock, assuring him this was already beyond her previous experiences. Her whimpers turned from consensual helplessness to pleas. "More," she whispered. "Please?"

He answered her wishes. Angela pulled him into passionate kisses as he thrust faster, adding the sound of his hips smacking against her groin to the pleasured notes that joined her every breath. Practically on autopilot, Kyle slipped his free hand around her back and unfastened her bra with dexterity and familiarity he never had before. Feeling it loosen, Angela cast it off against the bed.

"God, you're so beautiful," Kyle grunted, never letting up.

"Ooooh," Angela moaned, melting even further under his praise.

With her ample breasts freed, Kyle's mouth turned to one to kiss her vulnerable nipple. His thrusts continued, too, keeping her trapped with her shoulders against the wall and one leg still in the air. Early pulses of precum escaped from his cock, but full orgasm wasn't so close for him yet. He kept at it. Angela moaned as he turned her into his blissful fucktoy.

His mouth claimed one breast for a while, then the next, finding her sensitive and responsive to his kiss and his tongue. His thrusts were relentless.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god I've never... not like this... I've never... cuuummmmm!"

His lips met hers again, smothering her cries as her body let go. The combination of her spasming cunt, the redoubled wetness within, and the ego trip of setting her off brought his own orgasm to the fore. Kyle fucked her even harder as his cock erupted with its first bursts inside her, seeming to extend her climax along with his. Before it was over, he had to stop, needing to stay still and pump more and more into her as they shuddered together.

He held her close as they settled, gently letting her put her leg down but staying inside her through their mutual aftershocks. "Oh fuck," she breathed. "Oh fuck." Her eyes fluttered open. "I've never come with just penetration before. Always needed something more. Not like this."

She pushed him back gently. The sensation of his cock sliding out of her gave them both another jolt. Still shaking, Angela directed Kyle backward around the corner and to the bed, where he fell back at the corner.

Her eyes fell on the tool that had given her such release. She crawled up onto the bed, claiming it with her mouth. Her eyes flashed up at Kyle's through the falling locks of her hair, but only for a moment before she focused everything on her work. Her mouth felt incredible as she lavished her gratitude upon him.

She's completely ours, Xin's voice breathed in his mind. Beyond consent. Beyond surrender. I'm inside her now and she's in heaven and loving it and wants to never leave. And you're not the type to do any of the things that would drive her away.

Kyle let her suck him off, enjoying her service while he caught his breath, though he was finished with that before he knew it. Can she handle more? he asked mentally.

With me in the mix? Are you kidding? Do your worst, lover.

He stroked her hair as she sucked his cock, loving what she did for him but already wanting round two. Eventually he coaxed her to a stop, watching her look up at him with fascination and affection. Kyle guided her up onto the bed, putting her on her back and moving into position.

"You're really up for more already? Oh fuck!" she breathed as he speared her again.

He was less gentle this time, though not hurtful. His hands mauled her breasts. His kiss crushed against her lips and sucked possessively on her neck, all while his cock stabbed and pounded her cunt to further joy.

* * *

They came again before he relented. More than once. Angela lay in all but a pool of her own sweat on the bedspread. He helped roll her off to get her clear of it all, letting her cool down on another part of the bed, but he wasn't finished pleasing her pussy. Wiped out and flooded with the benefits of Xin's attentions on top of natural satisfaction, Angela laid on her back and looked on with surprise as Kyle crouched between her legs. "Whu...? Mmmhh!" she whimpered again as his tongue lightly caressed her ravaged but still receptive labia.

"You don't... have to..." she panted, but gave up on it as the licks continued.

"I want to," he assured her. "I want you to know I will. And I want you to feel good."

Despite all he'd pumped into her, Kyle tasted none of himself on her lips, nor within as his tongue made its first exploratory probe.

I'm using every bit of you inside her, Xin explained. Full rewards package. Nothing wasted.

Kyle intensified his attention, lavishing her pussy with lips and tongue with telepathic expertise. Angela quivered at his mercy. "What about you?" she managed. It was clear she was too wiped out to do more than receive. "It's not fair."

"Next time," he assured her.

"Promise?"

His tongue penetrated deep within her, pushing her to the precipice of another orgasm. "Maybe," he taunted, and then sent her over the edge. The flood of her juices tasted like honey to him. The tremors through her inner thighs and her core added to his satisfaction.

The sun was setting by the time he rose from her thighs. Enough light still came through the curtains to let him look upon the results of his attention. Angela lay spread and exhausted, ravished and fucked and sensually beautiful for it. Her eyes pleaded with him to come close. He granted her wish gladly, slipping up beside her.