Alien Vacation Ch. 07

"It's withholding evidence and obstruction of justice," Asami said, then laughed at his expression. "They're going to jail. And like Miranda told you, yes, this really is kind of a drop in the bucket when it comes right down to it. Violating principles, sure, but maybe not so much with the real harm. Lemme tell you, I've learned to pick my battles. You've gotta save your time and energy for the important ones."

Kyle sighed. "Yeah, so about that... those two cops you were with. Well, three. I guess Isaiah is okay, but the others..."

"God, I know," Asami groaned. She covered her face with one hand. "I can't believe they were gonna do that to you. Except I totally can believe it and that just makes me angrier. And I don't want to be angry. I want to cuddle and fuck. But those assholes. Argh!"

"Gotta be something we can do about them," said Kyle.

"It has to be rock solid, though. You see the news. People in my job get away with literal murder sometimes. Hell, I'm not even supposed to say that. We're all supposed to have each other's backs and assume we're all doing everything in good faith. Blue lines and all that. It's bullshit. Some cops are just bad people. Same as everybody else.

"But the thing is, busting them means it has to be so blatant and they have to be so crazy obviously guilty the bosses can't leave it alone or sweep it under the rug. And it sucks to think of the people they've screwed, 'cause those people deserve to have it fixed now. Yesterday. But we need a real plan and these things take time, and... and you're going to help me, aren't you?" she asked as if that understanding had only just sunk in beyond her anger.

"Yes. Absolutely. With everything I can."

Her face softened with deeper affection and gratitude. She touched his cheek, bringing him in for a soft, meaningful kiss. "Thank you."

"Nothing to thank. It needs to be fixed."

"Can't fix it right away, though. Gotta think it through. And we're all on a four-day time-out." A hopeful grin played at her lips. "Can I come to Vegas with you and your other girlfriends and get all slutty with you?"

He felt that buzz from Xin again. "You're coming to Vegas with me and my other girlfriends. And you're going to get really slutty with me."

"Ooh, yes sir." Her grin broadened. She writhed against him, kissed him again, and then laid back. "And, uh, can I use your bathroom?" she laughed.

"Yeah. It's the only door in here besides the one to the hallway. Take your time. I've gotta go throw stuff into the dryer."

They climbed out of the bed, one going off for her privacy while the other tugged some sweats off the floor. The couple caught one another stealing a dirty, leering glance before they grinned and stepped through their respective doors.

"Oh god, how many ways can I say thank you?" Kyle murmured out in the hallway. The laundry room wasn't far. Nobody else was around. It was still only getting on into the latter half of the evening.

Pounding her pussy and then getting all mushy with her was a good start, answered Xin. In some ways, I feel like I should be thanking you.

"Why?" Nobody was in the laundry room when he arrived. As a bonus, nobody had pulled his clothes from the washer.

For trusting me with this. With Miranda before. With me in your life. Everything. I think...I think I want to come out of my shell a little more with the others tonight. Just a little. The more you disclose, the more comfortable you are. Them, too. We can't do it with everyone we hook up with, but I think we've picked some keepers here. They certainly want to stay.

The proposition surprised Kyle. "You're sure? How do you want to handle it?"

Let me take lead when it's time? You'll see. I'm still considering it. Can't come all the way out and tell them everything. But I think they'll see we're a good team. I think...I think they'll accept our bond without freaking out or feeling like they're trapped or something. If I handle it right.

"Lotta people would jump straight to being suspicious," Kyle noted. He let out a quiet, "Yes!" when he found an open dryer. He even still had money on his card for the machines. The thought put a wry grin on his face. First psychic powers, then sex, then money, then multiple girlfriends, and now this? How much longer could his lucky streak go on?

Let's just say I've picked out women who are particularly amenable to our situation, for whatever reason on their part. It's much easier for me to find unicorns than it is for you. Again, let me handle the reveal. It won't be complete. They may not remember it all. I'm still working it out.

He shoved his wet laundry into the dryer, complete with the dryer sheet from the box he'd left in here earlier. Gosh, everything was coming up roses. "I trust you," he said.

Uh...with everything?

That brought up upright from loading the machine. "What's that mean?"

You have another visitor. Just showed up. It's not the police this time. Nothing to do with me. But it's someone I don't think you want to see.

"Who? Oh no," Kyle groaned. "You've gotta be kidding me."

I can handle this for you if you want.

"No, I'll deal with it," he grumbled. With the machine running, Kyle headed back to his apartment and his unwanted visitor. In truth, he didn't want to deal with this at all, but he didn't want to hide behind Xin over everything.

You're not hiding. We're in this together. We're in everything together. You're not alone, Kyle. Not anymore.

"Thanks," he replied under his breath. He didn't want to be caught talking to invisible people, no matter how much more he might care for this invisible person...or how little he cared for the opinions of the woman he found walking to his door.

"Oh! Hi," said Melanie. His ex-girlfriend looked his shirtless body up and down with an appreciative, wistful grin. She had a nice dress on, flattering for her figure, with her hair pulled back and slightly curled. It all suggested she was trying to make an impression without making it too obvious. She held a small brown paper grocery bag in her hand. "Wow. You, uh, you've been working out."

"Little bit. Lifestyle changes." Kyle sighed. "What's up?"

"I was hoping we could talk," Melanie began. "I wanted to bring back your stuff. You said in your text you didn't want it, but I figured I'd bring it to you."

Kyle accepted the bag as she offered it. He didn't care enough about any of this to warrant a meeting with her, but here she was. "Thanks."

"Is this a bad time?" she asked.

"It's a really bad time, yeah."

"I just figured this is better than texting or email or the phone. Kinda didn't want the new housemates eavesdropping. How have you been?"

Kyle bit back several of his first responses. Did she not hear him when he said it was a bad time? Yes, he answered as soon as the question arose in his mind, of course she did. She didn't care. It wasn't anything new.

"I've been busy, and it's not a good time."

"When would be...?" Melanie asked with the flirty smile that used to work on him.

"It won't. I'm sorry, Mel. I'm not interested."

"How can you be not interested in just talking?"

"We used to talk a lot. Or tried, anyway. I tried. You always told me I was wrong. Whatever I was feeling, whatever problems we had. They were my problems and I was wrong. Every time. I'm kinda done with that conversation."

"Okay it'll be different this time. I promise. If you'd just give me a chance..."

"You had all the chances I can give. It ended with you hitting me. Should've ended before that, but I guess I'm a sucker."

"That was an accident! It was one little slap, I just lost my temper. You're making such a big deal out..."

"Who gave you my address?" interrupted Kyle.

"What's it matter? I had stuff to give back to you."

"It matters."

It was Doug. She fed him a bunch of lies and pressure about it being important stuff like bills going out of date. She also told him she already had your address but deleted it. And she got weepy. Oh, and also...

"Look, I wanted to talk to you about things. Also the house. The, uh, power bill came and I didn't know if you had already paid up because of the billing cycle."

"Christ, you are here about money. Why am I surprised? I paid out everything when I left. The account shouldn't even have my name on it anymore. It's you and your housemates now. Can we call this good?"

I don't think I can send her away without being heavy-handed about it, Xin informed him.

No, that's fine, but if I just go inside and close the door on her face she'll stand out here crying and the walls are too thin, thought Kyle. She has to decide to go away on her own.

"No, it's not about the money, it's about us!"

It's totally about money, by the way. Underneath all the stuff about you she's hoping you'll at least pay the bill out of a sense of guilt or obligation so she can afford to do some gaming stuff next weekend. Oh, and I see you aren't surprised by that, either.

"Not really," Kyle replied to both of them.

"What do you mean, not really? Kyle, how can you be like this? You used to take care of me. We had a commitment."

"Yeah, and you treated me like shit, and I'm done. We're done. How many times do I have to say it?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. Kyle almost sighed. He knew this was coming. She knew he hated to see anyone cry. Particularly her. God, what's it gonna take? Kyle wondered.

"Can we just go inside and talk instead of standing out here in the hallway?" Melanie pleaded.

The door opened. Asami slipped up along the doorframe, wearing only her panties and the only dress shirt Kyle had unpacked for an interview. She hadn't bothered to button it. "The walls here are pretty thin. I don't think coming inside will matter," said Asami.

Melanie's jaw dropped at the sight of the lithe, stunning woman. "Who...oh my god, who are you?"

"Oh, it's totally obvious who I am," Asami answered without a care in the world. "You can jump straight to that conclusion. It's cool."

Kyle said nothing. He was surprised, too, though for him the moment was far more positive than it was for his ex.

"I...you...you asshole!" Melanie snapped at Kyle. Her hand flung out to swat him in anger. Kyle stepped back. He wouldn't be caught by Melanie's rage a second time. Despite his effective dodge, though, Melanie's hand was caught...by Asami.

"Bitch, my badge and handcuffs are right inside. I will arrest you for assault and drag your ass in myself."

His ex-girlfriend let out a second shocked gasp. She looked from Asami to Kyle, quickly putting together the implications of it all in her head. When Asami released her hand, Melanie gave Kyle one last look, only this time it was full of daggers. Then she turned and stormed down the hall to the stairs nearby.

She's not nearly as hurt as she is angry. And she's already thinking of a couple of other guys from your mutual social circles she can go cry to about this. Wow, your ex is a real piece of work. I'm sorry, Kyle.

He acknowledged Xin's sentiments with a thought, but his real attention turned to Asami. "Wow," he said.

Asami shrugged. "I've got your back."

"What was that move?"

"That? That was just street brawling cop stuff." Asami grinned. "Never had more than a couple of months of karate as a kid. Everything I know about fighting I learned courtesy of the state of California."

"Wow," he said again.

"You want to talk about all that?" she asked, tilting her head toward the stairs. "You okay?"

Kyle shrugged. "I knew I was right to break up with her. Should've done it a long time ago. But I was still feeling a little guilt over it until this. I knew that was because she's manipulative, but that didn't stop the guilt. Not 'til this. After this shit, I feel better about leaving her than ever. I don't want to talk about it, no. I want to forget about her."

"Good." Asami's face lit up with a naughty, hungry grin. "I have a good way to help with that." She snatched the top of his sweat pants and pulled, openly leering at the tool inside. The tug on his pants pulled him inside, where Asami closed and locked the door and pushed him against the wall. By then, his sweatpants were down to his knees.

Asami sank to hers. She took his cock into her mouth. Kyle gasped at the warm wetness that consumed him. Within seconds, he was fully erect. Asami kept sucking, her eyes looking up at his the whole time. All he wanted to do was breathe and feel.

Whatever had troubled him before faded away in seconds. He didn't even remember anything had troubled him at all when the seconds grew into minutes. Many minutes.

"Are you going to be my partner when I need?" Asami asked, then slowly, seductively sucked. "Are you going to have my back?" Another long suck. "Respect me?" Again. "Be open with me?"

"Yes," Kyle breathed.

More sucking. Deeper this time. "Are you going to own me and treasure me?"

"Yes."

She guided his hands to her head. "Then use me all you want and I'll love you for it."

He pushed her head down, gently but meaningfully, and enjoyed the devoted service of her mouth. "Thank you," Kyle groaned.

You're welcome. From both of us.