Alien Vacation Ch. 09

The lobby presented as much upscale class as the outside, with a marble interior and a spacious waiting area. The doorman and a front desk receptionist all smiled and said hello, but didn't engage further. It was just as well. The brunette who stood up from one of the couches by the waiting area's fireplace caught Kyle and Asami's attention immediately. They walked to meet her, noting a couple of bags near her feet. Her red top and white skirt hugged her tall, shapely figure.

"Hey," Angela said brightly. Kyle caught a bit of nerves in her smile, too, along with a couple of unsure glances at Asami. He also couldn't miss her glow. She hugged him tightly as soon as he came in reach. "Glad to see you."

"Have you been waiting long?"

"Like two minutes. I texted Miranda. She's on her way down. Um." She released him, her eyes sparkling again as they caught his, but she turned to his companion. "So I guess, um..." she said nervously.

"This is Asami," Kyle began, but something in the way she glanced past his shoulder cut off the rest of his introduction. He realized a moment later she'd only been checking to see if anyone was watching before she planted a full kiss on Asami's mouth. The other woman met it with surprise, her eyes wide for a split second. As soon as she realized what was happening, Asami tugged Angela close and leaned into the kiss.

Angela was taller than Asami, and also curvier, but Kyle never would have gone down the road of discussing which was more attractive. Especially in this moment, they were both stunning.

Angela released Asami from the kiss, unable to hold back a shy smile. "I wanted to, uh... y'know," she began.

"Break the ice," Asami continued, nodding breathlessly.

"Yeah."

"Okay." Asami kissed her again, not even bothering to look for any observers.

I'm keeping the coast clear for you all, Xin told Kyle. Standard benefits.

He shrugged, watching the two get over their jitters, and thought back: Hell, I don't even care.

"So this is for real," Angela laughed.

"This is for real," Asami grinned. "Hi."

"Hi."

"How much 'talking' did you two do last night?" asked a bemused Kyle.

"Enough, apparently," Asami shrugged.

"Wanted to talk to you more, too," said Angela. With the ice broken between herself and Asami, the gorgeous brunette stepped in to claim a kiss from Kyle. She left no doubt about her continued interest and desires. Peeling away from him slowly, Angela flashed him another incredible smile. Somehow he knew this one was just for him—or perhaps just for their intimate circle. "We're for real, too," she told him.

"How... how in the hell did you get even hotter? Overnight?" He could feel his heart pound. He was certain Angela could feel it, too.

Angela laughed. She almost blushed, but something told Kyle she knew it wasn't mere flattery. She saw it in herself, too. "Banging all the right people, I guess?" she joked.

They heard the bell of the elevator nearby. Miranda emerged from its open doors, dressed a little more casually than she'd been at the office but still put together well in a light, sleeveless white jumpsuit accented in black. Their eyes met immediately. She seemed to know right where he'd be. She even had a laptop bag over her shoulder and a small rolling suitcase at her side.

He could practically feel Angela and Asami trying to hold back equal parts shyness and hunger. Miranda kept her expression a little more neutral, but he could see the sparkle in her blue eyes as she walked up. "I knew you'd all be down here," she said, her words still given an extra shot of allure through her accent. "Somehow. Almost like a little buzz in my head."

"It's not always deliberate. Wasn't this time. But I don't mind," Kyle admitted.

"Neither do I."

"Miranda, this is Asami. Asami, Miranda," said Kyle. He stepped back as they greeted one another, noting the quick smile between Miranda and Angela. They'd already met before. As with the rest of these combinations, something about their eye contact hinted at interest in more than niceties. He knew it was more than the hints dropped in their shared dream last night, too.

The connection between them all was growing stronger off their mutual excitement... and mutual desire.

Told you this is going to work out amazingly, noted Xin.

Angela seemed to agree. She didn't say anything, but Kyle felt her hand slide down his back and grip his ass. Though pleasant, it was still a surprise. The fact that he didn't yelp surprised him even more. Either Xin was helping or he was already getting into the groove here.

Xin didn't tell him which.

"So what's the plan?" Asami asked. "We're following your arrangements."

"It's all set," said Miranda. "Does anyone need a few minutes before we head out? We can go up to my condo if you need. I can get you spaces in the garage, too. We're flying out of Burbank and traffic looks clear, so we're not on a tight timeline."

"Flying? Oh wow, I thought we'd just drive." Kyle glanced to the clock behind the reception desk. "Are we going to be waiting a while on our flight, then?"

Miranda's sly smile broadened. "This flight waits on us."

* * *

Angela crossed from one side of the jet to the other in a couple of steps, looking through the windows on the right and left with wide eyes and a grin she couldn't hold back. "I've never been able to look out of both sides at once before," she said. "Usually you're packed into one seat with a bunch of people around you."

The cabin held only a handful of plush leather seats on one side and a couple of couch seats to line the other side. Aside from the pilots on the other side of the closed cockpit door, Kyle and the three women had the whole interior to themselves, from the high-definition screen on the front wall to the mini-bar in the back.

As cool as it was to be in a private jet, the other passengers still held most of Kyle's attention. Especially the one who arranged it all. "I can't believe you did this," he said. "How much... if I shouldn't ask, I'll shut up, but...?"

"Oh, it's not cheap," said Miranda. She sat in one of the leather seats in the center, watching the others with amusement. Like Angela, she didn't hold back her grin, but where Angela and Asami were both in awe, Miranda looked sly and satisfied. "It's not something I did lightly. I planned on driving, too. Before our little dream meeting last night."

"You woke up in the middle of the night and arranged this?" Asami blinked, turning away from her inspection of the bar.

"I woke up and logged a reservation online," Miranda said. "My laptop sits right next to my bed. It only took a couple minutes."

Kyle suspected it was a little more significant than that. The sparkle behind her eyes suggested this was her way of enjoying everyone else's reactions. Beneath the smug façade, she was just as excited.

He liked it.

"That's all it takes?" asked Angela. "I mean, that and paying for it, obviously. But for real?"

"A few of my clients are the wealthy party animal sorts. Two of them play for the Clippers. One time at a meeting while going over their finances, I asked about a couple of expenses and we got to talking..." Miranda waved her hand toward the cockpit. "Either they're booked or they're not. It's really that simple. The plane was available, so I booked it and went back to sleep. I'm a little surprised at how easily I got back to sleep, too, I should say," she added, winking at Kyle. "Like a psychic power or something."

"Or something," he said.

"As for the expense? Yes. It's expensive. Round trip, it's a new car. A reasonable one. We're not going far. But this is all so incredible, and it's Vegas, so... I figured I'd gamble a little. On all of you."

The cool and playful smile gave way to something a little more sincere. "I wouldn't say I'm wealthy yet, but I will be. I'm definitely comfortable and I know how to play that game. It'll happen. What I haven't had is... anyone close. Anyone to really trust. I have friends and I've dated, but nothing to really hold.

"Meeting Kyle, I felt differently. Obviously you're not the average first date," she said, grinning at him. "Things accelerated fast. But you were quick to trust me. You were forthcoming. In one crazy afternoon meeting you were better for me and better with me than anyone I've ever dated. And I felt something different about meeting you, too," she said, looking to Angela. "Then there was the dream," she added with a look to Asami. Then her eyes turned back to Kyle on the couch seat across from her.

"I've never felt this kind of warmth. It's all psychic acceleration and that's all crazy, but it's all so up front, too. You laid everything out on the table. You could probably hide it, but you'd rather be honest about everything, no matter how dodgy. It makes all the difference. Between that and the way you shared your power with Angela so she could have her own sexy fun while you and I were together, I know I can trust you. We can all trust each other."

Kyle saw a couple of simple nods. He gave one, too. Nobody else spoke.

"You want to share this," said Miranda.

"Yeah," said Kyle.

"I never felt anything like being with you, Kyle. And then the dream kicked it up to an even higher level. I never felt so appreciated or so sexy or so safe. All the excitement of a first time and all the assurance of trusting someone for years. Like I could have or do any naughty thing I wanted and still be safe. With you. All of you. And it's been, what? A day?

"The thing about my job is I work with very wealthy people. Successful people. I know how opportunity can seem crazy when it comes along. Sometimes it's like that. Your whole deal is crazier than most, I'll grant," she said, smirking at Kyle, "but you're also you. Still a normal guy. Someone decent and warm. I want that. The rest of you, too. Opportunity can be crazy, but I'm not afraid to try."

Angela moved a little closer, resting her arm on a chair near Miranda's. "Everything in the dream was real?" she asked.

"Yes," said Kyle. "I can't get every little detail about the power stuff out. Some of it kinda runs on its own. Some of it I don't know myself. But yes."

"Real enough for me," said Asami. The comment sparked a shared grin between her and Angela.

"You want to share these powers with us, too?" Miranda asked him.

"I don't think I can make us all equal. It doesn't work like that."

"But while you and I had sex, Angela was empowered to find her own crazy fun. We'll all get to enjoy that?"

"Yes," said Kyle. "As much as possible."

"So you're gonna bang other women as much as possible," joked Asami.

He couldn't hold back an embarrassed smirk. "I mean... kinda."

"We already know that's how it works, Kyle," said Miranda.

"No jealousy, then?" asked Angela.

"Hell, no," said Asami. "I think it's hot."

"What's the opposite of jealousy?" wondered Miranda. "Whatever that is. That's where I'm at. I want to play. I want to have fun. If it feels this good and this safe to be part of a harem, then I'm all in and I want this harem to grow."

Grinning, Angela slipped onto the couch beside Kyle. She stroked him from his waist to his chest with a slow hand. "Well, we know how to power this all up now," she said.

"That's true," Kyle murmured. She already had him breathing heavier.

"We're gonna be on the ground in less than an hour, right?" asked Asami.

"Yes. Not enough time to get everyone what we all want. We'll need more room and more time for that." Miranda didn't take her hungry eyes off Kyle. "But we won't be disturbed until it's time to land, will we?"

He didn't even have to ask Xin. He knew she'd assure their privacy from the pilots. "No," he answered.

Miranda tossed a pillow down at his feet, sliding off her chair to kneel on it between his legs. Her hands slipped up his thighs to his groin. "Then I guess we'll have to focus on you," she said. Deft fingers freed his hardened tool from his jeans. "That's supposed to be the best way to share, right?"

Her mouth enveloped his cock before he answered, seeming to hover only a second with her hot, warm breath all around it before she wrapped her lips and tongue around him. Kyle inhaled deeply, his mind and body sinking into this pleasure. Xin immediately shared those pleasures around with the others. Miranda let out her own moan of appreciation almost as soon as she started sucking.

He felt heavy breathing from the woman at his side, too. Angela got to work removing his shirt, but otherwise stayed curled up against him. She caressed his upper body, kissing his shoulder and neck...and otherwise seemed to savor this as Miranda kept at him.

Asami knelt behind Miranda. As if completely comfortable with one another, Asami stroked her hair and her shoulders, even kissing the back of her neck. Asami loosened the knot holding Miranda's top together, letting the fabric fall around her waist. That left her wearing only a lace black bra. Miranda didn't mind at all. She simply engulfed Kyle's length once more.

Soon, Asami pulled back and discarded her own top, watching Kyle as she stripped it away. Left in only a bra, Asami moved onto the couch at Kyle's other side. The affection Angela provided on his left now had a mirror on his right. He felt her breath against his skin whenever he didn't feel her lips. Her body gently trembled.

He had his arms around the two women at his sides, gently caressing their shoulders and backs, but other than that he couldn't reciprocate much. As it turned out, that seemed like part of the plan. "Don't do a thing," whispered a voice in his ear. "Relax."

He grunted. Miranda slowly bobbed her head and worked his cock with her mouth and hand. The pair faded between closed eyes and locked, fluttering stares. Blissful breathing filled his ears in stereo. Aside from the steady noise of the plane, their breath and occasional soft moans were the only sounds. The pleasures Miranda lavished on his cock seemed to consume them all.

This is how we share, Xin told him affectionately. This is why you never have to worry about being selfish. They'll like it that way, too.

"God damn this is so good," Angela whimpered.

"I should want a turn, but I don't want you to stop," Asami breathed.

Your harem aches to serve. Are you ready to rule? Xin taunted. Are you ready to play with our powers?

She knew the answer. Kyle's eyes fluttered open, meeting Miranda's. She kept her mouth full out of mutual desire. He knew they agreed without needing to ask. "We're not moving until it's time to land," he said.

Miranda sucked harder. Spasms ran through Kyle's groin, less intense than a full climax but pleasurable and heralding more. Like a tease of an orgasm, Kyle came in Miranda's mouth for only a moment. The taste of him blew her mind, sending her into a deeper state of submissive pleasure and desire for more. The lovers to his either side shook hard with a sensual, sympathetic joy shared through their bond.

"Oh holy fuck," whined Angela. She smiled against his neck.

Asami licked his ear. "We're gonna fuck as soon as we get to the hotel, aren't we? All of us."

"If you want this whole vacation to be all cuddles and foursomes and sexy psychic bonding, I'm down with that," said Kyle. "As long as we don't forget the money laundering."

"So you mean yes?"

"Damn right."

Miranda said nothing. She didn't want to stop.

Damn right, echoed Xin.

The bond deepened through the flight, keeping all four in a state of intimate bliss with one devoted blowjob. No more words were spoken. Shared pleasures and telepathic caresses brought them closer than ever. Though they still had much to explore, shyness gave way to comfort and desire.

* * *

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking," announced a surprisingly gentle voice. "We're on final approach and should be down in a few minutes."

He didn't say the rest. Miranda built Kyle toward a final release, one a certain psychic entity wanted as much as any of them. The stroke of her fingers and the sucking of her mouth intensified, bringing him to the edge with his body trembling.

Asami and Angela panted along with him. With his sex hitting the point of no return, they let out grunts and moans that were music to his ears. His breath shook to herald a final release before he shuddered hard and came in Miranda's mouth.

She drank him down with delirious pleasure. Like the others, Miranda panted, too. It didn't stop her from pushing herself to consume every drop, right up until the last. Riding their bond, Miranda clamped down on Kyle's rod for his last gift. When it was finished, she slowly released him, then sank to one hip on the floor in starry-eyed wonder.

Angela slid from Kyle's side to kiss her, deeply and longingly. Kyle's eyes fluttered open as Asami joined them on her knees. Miranda turned from one to the other, kissing both and shamelessly sharing the taste of him.

As if she'd exhausted the last of her willpower, Miranda slumped backward against the bottom of the chair behind her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she trembled, disheveled and breathless and lost to rapture.

Kyle composed himself first, sorting out his pants so he could help the others without falling over himself. With only a taste of him and a little extra help from Xin, Angela and Asami weren't nearly as overcome as Miranda. They returned to their seats sharing a naughty, eager grin. Kyle helped Miranda off the floor, settling her into a chair and tying her top back together with care.

Though still high on the effects of his release, she had enough of her conscious mind to take it all in. "You're so tender with me," she murmured.

"Well, yeah," he replied. "Of course I am."

"With all of us."

"Yeah." He fell into another seat and got his seatbelt together. Is it always gonna hit them that hard? he asked silently.

Nah. Not every time. We were all in pretty deep there. Normally it'll only be an intense afterglow. But they'll always feel it. You like?

You don't even have to ask.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're on final approach..."

* * *

The hotel sent a driver in a comfortable SUV to the airport to pick them up from the runway in a hint that Miranda's extravagance didn't end with the jet. The driver's arrival and introduction alone gave Angela a new surprise. "Wait, we're staying where?" she asked. "This place is... not cheap."

"Ah. Was this a surprise?" asked the driver, smiling brightly at Miranda.

"You could say that," said Kyle.

"Yeah. Little bit," agreed Asamil

As if the driver had read them all perfectly in this one exchange, his demeanor shifted away from distant formality to the broad warmth of a man delivering Christmas. "We prefer to use words like 'exclusive' and 'premiere,'" he joked as he stowed their bags in the back. "But you're not wrong."

"I didn't see any point in going cheap," said Miranda. She looked over her shoulder at Angela with a grin and added, "Not for any of you."

Asami flicked her gaze around the corner of the SUV to watch for the driver. Her voice fell. "This is just a ploy to make sure you get lots of attention from all of us, isn't it? A really, really smart ploy."

"Is it working?"

"Yes."

"Excellent." Miranda climbed into one of the back seats.

Before he could join her, Kyle felt a tug on his shirt. He turned to find the other two women leaning in close.

"First you," said Asami.

"Then her," finished Angela.

"Doesn't have to be me first," he pointed out.

"Oh, it does," said Angela. "We haven't had nearly as much of you today as she has already."

"Okay, that's not true for both of us," Asami teased her.

"Then we all know where to start, don't we?" said Angela.