Alien Vacation Ch. 06

Her awareness flew through the halls of the lobby, moving rapidly yet with the sensation of a gentle drift. The glancing brush of her senses brought in a wave of disjointed background thoughts from many people: snippets of conversations, whims of appetite, worries about deadlines and the boss's temper, worries about money, appreciation for the hot barista guy at the counter, thoughts about the kids, a longing for the safe embrace of the couch and the cat and a good book at home.

Xin picked up more thoughts from women than men. Distantly, Kyle understood this was a reflection of his interests. She did not ignore men entirely, but their thoughts were largely of less relevance to her. She broke the rule once in particular for the man at the front desk in the lobby.

His name was Tim. He worked for security. Plainclothes, because he'd gotten the promotion and he was supervisory now and salaried and moving up. He knew the building tenants. He knew the businesses and the contact points. He knew of Cypress Asset Management, the financial services company on the 34th floor that brought Kyle in as a messenger, but he knew of others, too. Xin looked beyond Kyle's knowledge. She wouldn't search only the finance company that Kyle knew. She would search them all.

Her awareness rose away from Tim, floating up floor by floor, idly brushing more minds and more personalities. It felt good. It felt so very good...wait. That was Angela. Kyle kept fucking Angela, plunging his cock into her and tugging her close by the hips. Her mind swam in pleasure as he fucked her, bathing him with much the same through Xin's connection.

More minds. More images. Contracts, deadlines, blueprints, copies, endless fucking emails, meetings, the empty coffee maker, the budget, a cringing reaction to a question on the job interview. Possibilities seen and discarded, interest rising through the building...until the 34th floor and the conference room.

Kyle saw it in Xin's mind, or rather, he saw it through someone else's eyes. They sat around the conference table watching a presentation. A training seminar. Compliance stuff, insider trading rules, annual mandatory chores. The first mind to play host tuned most of it out, boring stuff that it was.

Her name was Alice. She glanced around the room of brokers and managers at Xin's subtle behest, revealing a room of mostly men in button-down shirts and ties. The firm didn't hire enough women, but it was getting better about that. As was so normal, the few women they did hire were twice as good just to get the same job. Alice was one. She knew her stuff. So did Mary, and Sarah, and Miranda.

Miranda was gorgeous. God, look at her. Shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes, that slender figure in a white skirt suit with black accents and black knee-high boots, and oh that accent in her voice, too. Miranda's Australian accent and sophisticated speech caught everyone's attention, and then whatever she said inevitably commanded respect for her intelligence. Alice wasn't into women, but she knew when to envy someone. She definitely envied her figure, athletic and well-endowed all at once, and with an ass Alice would kill for. Miranda could probably have any guy she wanted.

She was sharp. Well-educated. Cold sometimes, but not without reason when Alice looked back on it and never directed at her, anyway.

Alice's thoughts quickly faded away. They were replaced by those of another.

A shudder of pleasure ran through Kyle's body. It was all physical this time. His rhythm with Angela built to the edge of orgasm, but stayed there and rode along as if Xin had flipped a switch in both of them. The connection to her awareness fell away, too.

Gotta concentrate on this now, babe. You're doing your part. This is so much easier with you two providing a constant source of energy.

"Unh! Unh! Oooh, fuck yes," Angela moaned with joy.

You think she'll help us? Kyle wondered amid the rise of sensual input and need.

Xin didn't answer immediately. She was still probing, he knew. It took her only a few seconds. He felt her sultry, satisfied smile in his mind.

I think she's perfect.

* * *

Her mind wandered as their "instructor" carried on. Normally she didn't let herself do this. Her ability to focus had carried her far in life, and that was as much a matter of discipline as it was natural talent. This time, she gave herself a break on the whole thing. It wasn't as if didn't already know all of this material.

Miranda wondered how many of the others were zoning out already, too. She glanced around the conference room table at her co-workers and saw everyone doing a good job of at least faking it...or most everyone, anyway. Jack kept looking at his phone like a teenager bored with class and doing just as bad a job of hiding it. Pinhead.

She'd been here three years now, and knew who could do the job and who skated by on old boys' network connections and off-hours schmoozing. Jack was definitely the latter. Thankfully, most of the others were the real deal. They took care of multi-millionaire and mega-millionaire investors, shepherding their money and making it grow. Her time at Cypress added one more impressive note to her professional pedigree. By now if she moved on to another company or went independent, she'd take no small share of her clients with her.

Clients weren't her problem, though. Nor was the company. A few annoying co-workers aside, she liked it here. Once out of the building, though, her personal life continued to frustrate. Living in the US meant being away from family and older friends. She'd made new friends here, but none of her romantic endeavors panned out. Her longest relationship was in grad school, all of six months before she got tired of Terry trying to outdo her at everything. It was all downhill from there.

Michael drank too much. Fes put in almost no effort after that first date, but then acted like an angry child when she said it was over. Ben turned out to be a horrible racist once he felt like he could let his hair down. And Shane turned out to be just...boring.

She'd known from her teenage years that she found women attractive, too. She was willing to explore those feelings, and those attractions, if only she ever found anyone who sparked her desires, and had the same interest in other women, and was available, and, and, and...

The rundown of her relationships and her non-starters flashed through her mind quickly, hardly taking up more than a moment. The unifying themes were enough. The men in her life were all compromises, if she was honest with herself. Each of them fell short in some aspect she really wanted, be it personality or intellect or physicality or even sexually. She knew the world didn't have a perfect pony for everyone. But anyone could have their dreams.

She wasn't even thirty yet, and the good ones all seemed to be taken. She still didn't know where to begin with women and felt uncomfortable taking any plunges into a new identity and a new community, anyway. To make matters worse, even in the dynamics she knew, she intimidated many men before things even got to flirting. Too smart, too successful, too independent, even too pretty a few times. And if they couldn't step up to the plate, why would she want to do it for them?

She'd almost given up on finding anyone who really excited her.

She wanted that, though. God, did she want that. Miranda even missed the feeling of interest in a guy, the excitement of possibility, let alone anything real. But after the last few, she didn't want to settle. Acceptance of a few imperfections, sure. Nobody was perfect. She certainly had her own flaws. But she didn't want to settle ever again.

Her mind turned to thoughts of what she really wanted in a man: honesty and respect and a great smile. Intelligence. Maybe a little adventure. And sex. God, she missed having decent sex. She'd put up with a couple of those older boyfriends a little longer than she should have because at least they were good in bed. Just the thought of having someone truly fun, someone with a sex drive as strong as her own...

Delicious thoughts teased at the back of her mind. It felt arousing and comfortable at the same time. As much as she wanted to sink into that and drift away in fantasy, though, she reminded herself of where she was. The seminar. Right. She had to focus. No sexy daydreams here. She wanted them, but couldn't do that right now.

"...grounded in SEC Rule 105-b, but the nuances here are still open to interpretation..." continued the instructor.

Or maybe she could do that right now. She held back a sigh. Sexy thoughts beckoned to her in the back of her mind, offering comfort and joy. They seemed very real somehow, too. That feeling of interest, of hope, and of arousal passed through her like a gentle wave. Some forgotten possibility teased at the edges of her mind, like a name on the tip of her tongue or a face she couldn't quite remember.

She longed for the real thing. Ached for it, though she was done with compromises.

...although, as the question arose in her mind, she decided she wasn't above crossing a few boundaries if the real deal appeared in her life. Yes, she thought as the next unbidden question arose, she'd be willing to get a little scandalous if the attraction was compelling enough and circumstances were in her favor. Hell, she would even enjoy that.

Glumly watching the lecture of graphs and statutes and regulations, Miranda promised herself if the man—or woman—of her dreams crossed her path today, she'd make it happen. Somehow. Damn the consequences. Damn the details.

If only she had some reason to believe it would happen.

* * *

"Oh god yes," Angela gasped, then repeated it twice more with a weaker voice each time. Still bent over, her face in the mirror revealed eyes halfway between fluttering closed and rolling back.

Kyle tugged her hips back and slammed his forward, driving his cock into her as he felt sensations heralding him of the point of no return. Some part of him still cared more about Angela's comfort and pleasure than his own, but it was overridden now by his body's need for release. The new urgency of his thrusts served them both well, however, as Angela let out a new groan and her sex clenched around his with the beginning of her orgasm just seconds before he finally blew.

Tension and pleasure exploded and released in two different arcs of ecstasy. Kyle felt an animal satisfaction in flooding her like this, but her voice and the affectionate grind of her ass into his groin were a treasure to his higher brain functions.

"Hi," he grunted, looking at her face in the mirror.

She smiled back at him. Only the faintest hint of sweat touched her brow, but her face gave off a glorious afterglow. "Hi, you," she huffed. "Hey. From now on? Anytime you want to 'use' me, just do it. Don't ever be shy. That was wonderful." Another affectionate grind of her ass and their still-enjoined sex spoke volumes more.

"Even standing up in a bathroom like this?" Kyle grinned.

Angela slipped out of their sexual position, letting her skirt fall down over her legs to stand face to face with Kyle. Her hand slipped over his wet cock to stroke it indulgently. "Even if it's just fucking for the sake of fucking," Angela confirmed with a low, breathless chuckle. "You're the one with the psychic powers. You'll know when I'm not in the mood. I trust you and I feel safe with you...so I can let go and be really slutty with you." Her breath slowed further, coming down from their sexual high. "Did you get what you needed?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "There's...someone upstairs who might be helpful. Maybe point us in the right direction. Maybe more. I need to go meet her. It's gonna be easier if I go alone."

He felt a nudge from Xin, with words coming through in an instant: Trust her. She wants this part of it, too. She wants all of it.

Kyle added, "It might be a while. I might fuck her. I hope so, anyway."

Rather than showing shock or offense, Angela's grin reappeared. Her eyes sparkled. As promised, she was more than okay with this. Much more. "I hope so, too. How long do you think you'll be? Should I hang around here or head home? The cash is still in my rental and we don't know if you'll need it right away or not."

"I can't really say, but I don't think I'll be more than an hour or two. I think I can let you know when I'm headed out again, even without the phone. Hate to ask you to wait around on me while I'm, uh, getting it on."

"Hey, don't rush on my account. I mean that. Take all the time you want. I've got fat stacks of cash burning a hole in my pocket and there are plenty of places to shop around here," Angela replied. "I think this lifestyle is gonna call for a whole lot of expensive lingerie."

I'll be able to coordinate a little. If we're going to be long, I'll make sure she knows before it becomes inconvenient. There will be no hard feelings or miscommunications here.

"You're too good to be true," said Kyle.

"Look who's talking." Angela pushed him back just a little, prompting him to give her a single step of space. With her eyes still locked on his, she sank to a crouch. "But I can't let you go start a new encounter like this."

Her tongue rolled over the head of his cock in a complete circle. Her eyes held his gaze until she brought her lips around the head and descended, cleaning him of the after effects of their tryst. Xin's influence over their bodies allowed them the best of both worlds, giving them nearly explosive sensations with minimal real mess, but even she could only do so much. Angela eagerly took care of the rest.

She'd have all sorts of dirty encouragements for what comes next if her mouth wasn't full right now. But she figures that's the best encouragement she can give.

Kyle shuddered with new pleasure, both physical and emotional. "Now we're back to being too good to be true again," he breathed.

We can move whenever you're ready. I'll prep things as soon as we head out...

Angela's lips sucked hard as they withdrew from his cock, only to slowly plunge back down again with a look of devotion and dedication to his pleasure in her eyes.

Or we can take our time here. I'd be good with that, too.

* * *

"Sorry, I need just a minute to get these slides back on track," said the trainer.

He opened up the menu to his program, flashing it on the screen. Nobody held it against him. It could happen to anyone. Still, everyone took the moment to look away, with most turning straight to their phones, including Miranda.

The message on her phone blinked out before she really read it, like looking at text in a dream, but she understood the meaning of it perfectly. Damn it. A courier with urgent documents? Now? The company expected its people to drop everything else to keep their wealthy clients happy, and this was a big one. In a way, this would be totally normal. Miranda still worried she'd look like an ass in front of co-workers suffering through this dry stuff.

"Tell you what, maybe it's a good moment for a break," announced the trainer, right as Miranda looked to the time. It seemed like an odd point on the clock for a break, but nobody else seemed to notice. It suited her just fine.

As people stood and stretched or headed for the bathroom, Miranda pulled her boss aside. "John, I got a message from one of my clients. He's got a courier on the way with urgent business papers and apparently it's a mess. I'll need to sort it out for him. Might be best if I grab one of the smaller conference rooms so I can spread it all out."

Her boss frowned. "Who is it? The Dietrich account again? Christ, that guy."

"Anything for a client, right?" Miranda shrugged. She didn't bother to correct her boss on his assignment of blame. Most of their wealthy clients had their eccentricities, and many could be very demanding. Most didn't even realize how demanding they were. It was company policy to never let them know.

"It's not a problem," said John. "I just don't want everyone else thinking they can come up with some client-based reason to skip out on this. I know it's dry stuff, but the company mandates it. Legal compliance and all that."

Miranda gave him a sympathetic smirk. She agreed in principle. However... "John, if it makes you feel any better or if it'll shut people up, the next point on the agenda is going to be based on an article I co-authored. And by 'co-author' I mean I did most of the writing and most of the research. I could run the rest of this little seminar myself."

Her boss smiled, holding the door for her as they stepped out into the hall. "How do you find the time for extracurriculars like that?"

"I haven't had many outside distractions lately," said Miranda. "Might as well keep busy."

"Uh-huh. Maybe you ought to burn a few of those vacation days and go find a good distraction. I know you're already at your max. If you don't take a few of those days, you're going to lose them."

"If something interesting comes up, I promise I'll jump right on it."

She headed down to the front desk, figuring she might warn the receptionist there and block off one of the conference rooms for her own use. One of the rooms on the other end of this floor might be best, since everyone in the adjoining offices would be in the training session. Cypress made sure every part of their offices were comfortable and well-appointed right down to the access hallways. Clients rarely saw the whole space, usually being limited to lobby and conference rooms, but the company defaulted to making sure every space was welcoming.

"Hey, Julie?" she said, coming into the lobby. No one else was there amid the couches and chairs besides the receptionist at her desk. "I'm going to need one of the rooms. Can you block off Ivy for me?"

"Sure." The receptionist opened up the planner on her computer desktop to reserve conference room "Ivy" for her. "Do you need a coffee service or anything, too? How many people?"

"Nothing like that, thanks. It'll probably be just me and a few hundred papers."

The elevators only a few steps from the edge of the lobby chimed with a new arrival. As Miranda looked over, Julie's eyes stayed to her computer with complete disinterest. "You have fun with that," she said with a note of sympathy.

"Thanks," Miranda joked back. She opened her mouth to say more. It caught in her throat as the courier stepped out of the elevator. She'd seen him here before, but had never really given him a look until now...and immediately wondered why not.

He was on the tall side, perhaps a little younger than Miranda, but only a couple of years. She liked that face, too. She liked it enough that her heart skipped a beat when she first saw it. Clean shave. Short-cut dark hair. His well-worn leather jacket and simple, weathered jeans told her he wasn't rich—obvious enough given his job—but that he did, in fact, work for a living...and that he had a trim figure underneath. Her gaze passed over his crotch just long enough to make her want to look again, but she held off that urge and kept her eyes moving lest she be too obvious. There was more to appreciate, anyway. Something about the soft thud of his motorcycle boots on the carpeted floor appealed to her, along with the saddlebags over the shoulder and the helmet dangling from his hand.

Appearances only went so far, of course. Somehow, as he took those first few steps from the elevator to the front desk, Miranda surmised much more about him. He seemed bright. Friendly. Warm. Stable. At just a glance, Miranda felt sure this guy took care of his friends, that he didn't drink to excess or drop casual racial slurs or freak out with little jealousies, or any of the other problems she'd had in recent relationships.