Alien Vacation Ch. 06

Is that a bad thing? Kyle thought. I really like her. I like Angela, too, don't get me wrong, but...

But she's cool with this and you don't have to choose. Kyle. You should know I'm already having an overflow. This is more psychic energy than I can absorb all at once. I'm not back to normal, but I can't soak this all up, either, so I'm throwing it around rather than letting it go to waste.

What's that mean? Kyle wondered, never letting up with his tongue or the caress of his hands along Miranda's thighs.

It means take your time. It means Angela is taken care of. It means I'm putting a psychic impression on this room to let everyone avoid it and ignore the mess until the custodian cleans it up and forgets all about it. And it means I have excess energy to burn on things like this.

His body shuddered with new pleasures. His mind awoke to new connections. He understood just how good Miranda felt under his ministrations, writhing and sighing on the conference table. He understood how she felt about him, mostly because feelings were about all she could handle now amid all this. Her mind was completely devoted to soaking up and experiencing these pleasures to the exclusion of all else. Xin had guided her to this mental state, but left the choices to Miranda as was her way.

Distantly, amid all that, Kyle sensed how genuine Miranda's attraction to him was before they'd started fucking. Xin got him in here and coaxed Miranda to hear him out. She made sure Miranda knew she was safe with Kyle, and that they would go undiscovered and have no negative consequences here, which was all true. The rest was all him.

His words were his own. The personality Miranda now knew was his own. And while his body benefitted so much from Xin's adjustments, giving him every physical and biological advantage along with this talent for pleasuring Miranda's body, the man and alien were a symbiote. It was perhaps unnatural, but not counterfeit. This was real.

The pleasure he now felt along his cock was real enough, too, even if it came from Xin's phantom lips and psychic skills.

It also means thank you, she smiled in his mind. As if to echo Xin's affection, Miranda's fingers slipped through his hair as he ate her out. Her thighs closed gently around his face, but not enough to interrupt. You're wonderful. The only one who might be crazier about you right now than Miranda or Angela is me.

I adore Miranda, too. She's a little more ruthless than you, a little harder-edged, but she'd have been an acceptable host for me if I'd met her before you. And her ruthless side will be good to have in our corner. She won't even blink at our shenanigans. I've already planted a couple of thoughts to ease up the conversation about other women, too. It won't be a problem.

She wants this, Kyle. Everything we have to offer. And she wants you.

"Mmmh, Kyle," Miranda moaned.

He wanted to kiss Xin as much as Miranda. Knowing the connection, Kyle doubled down on his attention to Miranda's cunt, pushing his tongue deep within her and taking advantage of all the unconscious guidance Xin offered with her psychic connections. Miranda grew louder, arching her back on the table as he set off another orgasm. Xin joined her in more wordless appreciation in Kyle's mind.

"So good," his human partner sighed. "So good."

Fuck her, Kyle, Xin urged. We need to fuck her. I need to be inside her. I want to be part of her and she wants me. She wants us. She wants the decadence of our life together. Fuck her.

He rose over Miranda's beautiful body on the table. Kyle paused only long enough to tug off her panties, having left them pushed aside all this time. Their eyes met for only a second before he speared her, selfishly. Conquered as she already was, Miranda lost herself to the ecstasy of being taken and relentlessly fucked. When she could open her eyes, she looked at Kyle in awe. Most of the time, she was too overwhelmed to look.

His powerful orgasm set off her own as if flooding her with his seed touched off a final nerve. Kyle slammed into her once more, then held still, pumping and releasing in the embrace of her inner walls.

It wouldn't be enough. All three of them knew it. To Miranda's amazement, as they came down from their orgasm, Kyle started fucking her again.

* * *

"Okay. I've gotta know. How many other women are there?" Miranda asked. They lay on the table side by side, spent and enjoying the afterglow. Her head rested on his upper arm, relaxing in his loose embrace. "You said you're available, but after all this I cannot believe your talents have been going to waste."

"You say that like you won't be upset if there are others," said Kyle.

Miranda shifted off her back, stroking down his body until her fingers ran the length of his still-stiff dick. She cupped his balls, following the path of her hand with her lips, until she came to the head of his cock. Miranda's kiss slipped over the head, sucking it once before she looked back to him. "Not at all," she said. "Not as long as you keep this going with me."

Kyle sighed with pleasure. Miranda didn't go into a full blowjob, but she kept slowly fondling and kissing as she listened.

"It's only recently. I've been through some changes in the last few days. There's only one right now we could call serious. Her name is Angela. The other hook-ups don't seem to be more serious than friends with benefits." He saw no fear in his eyes and felt none of his own as he said, "There will be others, though. I want more girlfriends. I want more flings. I want to live like my top priority is sex."

"Is it not?" she taunted.

"Hey, I care about people. I want to be good to anyone and everyone I'm with. If you say it like 'sex is my top priority,' it comes off like you don't care about anything else."

"Ah. Fine. So, taking for granted you properly value people and feelings and all that...?" she teased.

"My top priority is sex."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that a lot. You willing to share that priority?" Miranda asked, already knowing the answer. "Willing to share your partners?"

"Absolutely."

A deeper kiss this time, halfway down the shaft. "Then sign me up."

They both savored the connection. The sensation. The shameless act. Xin said nothing, clearly doing exactly the same. It was Miranda who broke the silence again. "Hey, you said you had some financial matter. What is it?"

"Oh." Kyle grinned with slight embarrassment. Miranda abandoned his cock to slide up and lay on top of him, waiting for his explanation. "I need to know how to deal with a whole lot of cash falling into my lap. And Angela's. It's not the kind of money I can just deposit in the bank."

Miranda's eyebrows rose with mild interest. "How much are we talking about?"

"Half a million, split between us. And by 'fell into our laps,' I mean we basically stole it from some crooks who were going to buy guns from a gang of Neo-Nazis yesterday. Everyone went to jail along the way, but we grabbed the cash before we got everyone busted."

"Are you...?" Miranda began, then laughed. "That was you? I saw something about that bust on the news. They didn't say anything about money."

"No, because the Nazis never saw it and the other crooks are hoping nobody finds it. I'm guessing, anyway. One of them might've broken down and told the cops by now, but I kinda doubt it." Kyle shrugged. "It's not the most ethical thing I've ever done, I know."

"Oh, please. You want to know the things I see happen in this job that are completely legal? As far as I'm concerned, this should be a traffic ticket compared to what real rich people get away with. Or companies like mine. Sometimes I spend half my day guiding clients through technically legal tax evasion."

"Funny thing is, I've got no problem paying taxes on it," said Kyle. "Might even make me feel a little better about it."

"You're serious?" Miranda laughed again. "You're sitting on cash from a criminal conspiracy and you'd feel better if you paid taxes on it?"

"I like roads and schools," said Kyle, also laughing. "Hell, I was in the Navy. I got paid by the taxpayers. Only fair I kick in my part now. Even if the rest of it is shady." He stroked her back. "You don't seem bothered."

"I'm not. Like I said, it's a drop in the bucket in the scheme of things. I'll be honest, I have more than that in the bank myself, but people in my line of work who know what they're doing tend to have that opportunity. And as far as how you got it, you'll have to do far worse than this to bother me."

Miranda thought about the problem for only a moment. "The first fourteen thousand dollars you can claim as a gift from someone. We can certainly come up with a plausible explanation for that before it's tax time, and that's if it ever gets noticed at all. As for the rest, are you in a hurry at all?"

Yes. I want to be filthy rich now, please, put in his psychic passenger.

"Not really."

Argh.

"Then it's simple. Go to Vegas. Buy a couple thousand dollars in chips, hang around for a few hours and barely gamble, and then cash the chips back in and report them as winnings. They'll write you a check for it. Space that out over a few casinos and over time. Build a quiet track record as a successful gambler and you'll have your paper trail."

Kyle's eyes widened. "Holy shit, it's that simple?"

"If you're careful and patient, yeah. The only trick would be to keep a low profile."

"Oh my god. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Do you ever actually gamble?"

"Hell, no. I've never had any money to lose. Never even wanted to."

"Then why would you think of it? Or any other way to hide a lot of cash? You had the sense to find someone who knows how this works, though. Really, what you want to do is get this all on record legally and then let me take it from there."

Oh wow we could do so much with this, Kyle, Xin exclaimed in his mind. I never looked at this part of your world before. This could be so much fun.

"There's gotta be more to it," said Kyle.

"Oh, certainly. We can talk this all through now...or you can take me with you."

* * *

Angela sat in the driver's seat of her parked car with the door open. A cool breeze drifted in through the gap in the barrier behind her car, where she could look down at the plaza below. Instead, she scrolled through her phone to see what she'd been missing while playing around with Kyle and...she never got her dressing room partner's name. Just a grateful smile and a heartfelt kiss tasting of Angela's own sex.

Somehow, not knowing her name made the whole experience that much more delicious.

The bust at the hotel yesterday was big news, of course. Her phone began blowing up as soon as the first names were released. Angela had it on silent mode and stuffed into her purse the whole time, wanting to play with Kyle without distractions and only even thinking about it now.

She didn't look for long. Kyle didn't keep her waiting. She knew exactly when to wrap things up at the store, having bought exactly nothing but satisfaction for herself and her lovely stranger. Angela looked up as he came around the corner to her space, accompanied by a beautiful woman with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a killer figure in a white skirt suit with black boots.

They were holding hands. Angela grinned broadly and stood from her seat to greet them. "Hey there. Guess I knew right when to come back."

"Yeah," said Kyle. "Angela, this is Miranda."

"I'm happy to meet you," said the newcomer. Miranda's Australian accent immediately tickled Angela's desires as much as the woman's striking looks.

The pair looked into one another's eyes. Angela felt like she might be feeling the other woman out somehow, or maybe it was the other way around or mutual...but within seconds, any hesitation fell away. Angela felt comfortable with Miranda. Very comfortable.

When Miranda grinned and stepped in to kiss her, briefly and softly but sensuously, Angela accepted and returned the gesture with a thrill. It was the kind of inappropriate, out-of-character thing Angela sometimes wished she could do but couldn't. Kissing random beautiful strangers just wasn't okay...except here, she knew, it was fine. More than fine. Wanted. And she wanted it, too.

She already felt as safe with Miranda as she did with Kyle. She knew things would likely get just as sexy.

"Kyle tells me the two of you have some financial concerns," Miranda explained. "I'm here to help. This won't be a problem at all. In fact, it might be fun."

"Fun?" Angela asked.

"How much more time have you got off from your job?" asked Kyle.

"The rest of the week, and of course the weekend," said Angela. "I'm not supposed to be back until Monday."

The grin spreading across his face promised new thrills. "How would you like to go to Vegas?"

Angela bit her lip, looking to the other woman. "Is Miranda coming with us?"

"As much as possible," said Miranda.

* * *

Kyle sat on his bike staring at the house on the corner. The sun was down now, with little traffic in the residential neighborhood. They were nice houses here. Until the last few days, Kyle never put much hope in owning a home like these. All that had changed...but he still wasn't giving it much thought. He had other things on his mind.

"It's really that simple?" Kyle asked. He kept his voice low, but no one was on the street. Nobody would think he was talking to himself, or to an invisible friend.

Simple is not doing this at all. But yes, I can cover for you here. Try to be indistinct. That helps. The less memorable you are, the less I have to cover.

He nodded. Kyle pulled his bike around the opposite corner and parked, wanting it out of view from the home. Somebody walked by on the sidewalk with their dog, paying him little mind. He hooked his helmet onto the bike and pulled off his leather jacket, leaving it behind in case it might be a relatively distinctive marker. No reason for this to leave anyone with memories that might point to a motorcycle.

He only needed one thing from his saddlebags. For that, he had a smaller plastic shopping bag.

As he came to the door, Kyle heard upbeat pop music from one of the windows. His son still lives here while going to college. Things are tougher to pay for now. There is also the wife and a teenage daughter.

"Can you...?" Kyle began.

Yes. Of course.

"Thanks," he murmured. Then he knocked on the door.

It wasn't long before someone answered. As Xin assured him, it was none of the other people in the house. The man at the door was a Latino in his fifties, still in a shirt and slacks from work but with a loosened collar and no tie. "Yes?" the man asked.

"Mr. Mendez?" Kyle asked.

"Yes."

"Sir, you don't know me, but I know of what you went through a few months ago. I know about the people who kidnapped you and held you for ransom." Kyle watched Mr. Mendez's eyebrows rise. The older man was immediately wary, but kept listening. "I know the police weren't much help and your family had to give over a lot of money to get you released."

"How do you know all this?" asked Mr. Mendez. "Are you with the police? A reporter? Do you know those men? What do you want?"

"I'm none of those." Kyle shook his head. "I can't explain. I'm sorry. But I'm someone who did something about those men. They're going to jail. If you watch the news, you might find them. Look up the gun bust in Long Beach yesterday. You might recognize them, or at least their associates. They won't be hurting anyone else. Not for a long time, anyway. If you want to try again with the police for your own case, that's up to you. They're going to jail anyway, but if you want them to answer for what they did to you I sincerely wish you luck."

"They took sixty thousand dollars from us and two weeks of my life," Mr. Mendez replied. Though he was upset, he held his anguish back enough to listen, and to speak. "My wife had to beg our friends and family for help. Of course I want them to answer for it."

Kyle nodded. "Like I said, I wish you luck, but I can't help much with that. I can't give back the time they took. But I can give back the money." He held out the shopping bag, using both hands to keep it open for Mr. Mendez to look inside. Six stacks of bills sat at the bottom.

The older man looked up in shock. "Where...how? Who are you?"

"Please don't ask, sir. I need to stay anonymous here. But I'm not one of them, and I'm not one of their friends. I'm just the guy who got hold of some of their money, and this part of it is yours. Or from the people who paid to have you released."

Hesitantly, Mr. Mendez took the bag from Kyle. He seemed at an understandable loss for words.

"You won't hear from me again, sir. I would appreciate it if you kept this quiet, but that's up to you. I just had a chance to make some part of this right."

"Thank you," said the older man. His lip quivered. Nothing else came.

Kyle nodded a farewell and walked away. He heard the door close behind him. Before he was at the corner, he heard shouts of surprise and amazement from inside the house. The words didn't carry well enough to understand. Within a few more steps, Kyle realized he shouldn't have been able to hear them in the first place. That was the doing of his invisible partner.

It'll be fine. I made sure his nightmares will stop now, too. His and his family's.

"Thank you, Xin," he said at his bike. He threw on his leather jacket and motorcycle, ready to head home for the first time since Monday morning.

I mmmiiiight be enjoying the lift this little errand is giving your spirits. You feel better for having done this. I like it. And I might like a little more crime fighting or doing some good if it comes our way again as long as we can keep it reasonable and small scale.

And especially if we can work out some personal enrichment from it. Or, y'know, just some kicks.

He smiled. "Thank you," he said, then gunned the engine on his bike to head out.

She was quiet for the ride back. He knew she was there, almost like having her on the back seat, but she left him alone with his thoughts. He did feel better for having finished this. Now he could look forward to tomorrow and the days to come without this on his mind.

The only flaw in his current plan was the lack of anyone to have fun with tonight. Angela wanted to go home and pack up some different things for the trip. Miranda needed to pack, too, and before that she would be working late to make sure her clients would be all set for her absence. Her boss gave the okay for taking the rest of the week off without a second thought.

Two gorgeous, thrilling women, both from very different walks of life, eager to intertwine their lives with his. Eager for more sexy fun. Eager for decadence. All that, and the psychic girlfriend in his mind promising much more. The ride home took a little while, bringing him halfway across the LA metro sprawl, but his situation kept him smiling the whole time. The ride passed quickly.

His apartment building wasn't much. One more three-story building on another residential street, with air conditioning units poking out of some windows but by no means all. The gated parking lot in the back was probably the most it had to show for itself...especially since the landlady gave him a break on his own space. It wasn't as if his motorcycle took up a whole spot. Kyle tucked the bike in behind a row of parked cars and pulled off his saddlebags.

At the rate things were going, he wouldn't have to come back here again more than a couple of times. Miranda and Angela had both offered to take him home with them, though they had their own things to do tonight. Somehow, he doubted they'd only want him to stay for one night. Apart from them, he had money enough to move someplace better already, and even that would probably only be a stopping point along the way to Xin's ambitions.