Alien Vacation Ch. 11

His mind quickly turned to their third companion. "What about Miranda?"

"Yeah. Miranda," Xin replied with ominous glee. "Let me not fuck up with her like I did just now..."

"So you're saying she's got feelings, too?" Kyle teased.

She practically sighed in his mind. "Yes. Obviously. Let her handle it. Anyway, Miranda is off in her own dreamland right now..."

A vastly different room filled his senses: bright lights, monitor screens all across the wall, a long desktop, and computers. Miranda sat in a center chair...with her white shirt opened to reveal her breasts encased in a black lace bra. Her stocking-clad legs spread open with her black miniskirt hiked up all the way to accommodate the man sitting beneath her. She rose and fell in his lap, sucking in each breath with lustful intensity.

They weren't alone. Another man crawled between her legs. Miranda kept riding the one in the chair while the other one added his mouth to the fucking she already enjoyed.

"Um. Wow," thought Kyle.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to be inside anyone's head in particular out of the three of them," said Xin.

"No, we're good. That's the security room? There are only two guys in there?"

"Four, normally. One is on a normal break right now. The other one went for a walk when Miranda arrived at my urging. This won't take much longer. I'm coaxing them along to drag it out for everyone's enjoyment as it is." She paused. "Things are gonna be different for Nick and Mike there after tonight. They're focused on her right now, but this will turn into a real connection for them."

"Then I'm happy for them both," Kyle joked, but he mostly enjoyed the look on Miranda's face. "And her?"

"She's having a good time. And since I like fellating your ego, I'll tell you she's enjoying the power trip more than the actual sex. Two guys doesn't add up to a match for you. Anyway, let's just say the monitor staff will have our backs if we need them tonight and no one will be any the wiser. If we get into any on-camera silliness, it'll go straight into full deletion...kinda like this hallway blowjob."

Kyle groaned. It was a really good blowjob. Miranda faded out of his perception again as Xin returned her attention to the upper floor and the matters at hand. Once again, Kyle saw inside the tournament room, this time through Asami and Angela's eyes. "So...where do we start?" asked Xin.

"You mean this isn't a start?" he wondered. Julie was steady and relentless. Back and forth, all the way down, and looking up at him with erotic supplication any time he looked down.

"Hahaha, point. I'm loving it, too. So is she. Guess I mean what's next?"

Kyle thought hard. A little help from Xin helped him think past the pleasure engulfing his shaft without ever diminishing it. His perception of the tournament gallery became clearer, as did his perceptions of the others. So did his priorities. "You said we can manage telepathy, right?"

"More than manage it, given this boost. Go ahead."

As if flipping a switch, Kyle understood a new capability. He understood how it worked, how to use it, and the inherent limits. He even skipped right past single contact and reached out to three. "Hey, it's Kyle. Guess I've got telepathy working now."

"Oh, shit! Wow!" Angela blinked with surprise in person, but thanks to Xin, nobody noticed. Asami received the contact with a new rush of excitement. In the control room, Miranda only groaned out a welcome into her mind.

"I'd ask how everyone's doing, but I feel like that'd be silly," Kyle began. "I'm not digging around in your minds. This feels like I'm standing in the front door, really. But I can kinda tell."

"I feel like I'm getting my dick sucked and I don't have a dick," Asami laughed back mentally. "Right here in the room. It feels real, and I can feel you propping me up so I don't give it away, too. Feels so good I could melt into a puddle but nobody knows 'cause all they see from me is chill. I love it!"

"Same," agreed Angela. "I didn't expect any gender-bending but don't you dare cut us off. And what's up, Miranda? How are you doing?"

Another groan. They knew instantly what Miranda was enjoying many floors below. They knew she was roped into the feedback from Kyle's fun now, too. "I feel like a goddess," she said with unguarded decadence—and gratitude.

"We've got like twelve minutes left on the break," thought Asami.

"Yeah. I can probably nudge it a couple minutes more if we need, but we've got things to do on this break if you're ready to help," thought Kyle.

He felt mental nods from all three, but also a note from Angela: "Julie's gonna finish you off before you're done, right? You're not gonna leave us hanging. I wanna know what it feels like to come like this."

Kyle almost laughed in the hallway. Asami did laugh, but she could play it off as something Angela said for any who noticed. In the lounge, most of the other players and their companions still mingled to kill time. Many were near the bar.

"I promise," Kyle assured her—once he in turn received assurances from Xin that it wouldn't blow anyone's cover. "Listen, here's the lowdown on the other players and what's going on."

He'd heard the term "brain-dump" before, but he never imagined it like this. In the space of a breath, all three women were caught up with him and everything he'd learned from Xin. It was a new rush for all three ladies. He picked up from there. "So here's what I'm thinking: we need to start by taking care of Sarah first, 'cause that shit she's dealing with isn't cool. I've got a couple ideas for—"

"I've got this," thought Asami. "Lemme take the lead. I'm good."

She didn't try to hide her plans. Kyle felt them come through as she thought it up, even before she had it articulated. It was entirely intentional on her part. The plan meant taking a minor hit on her part, but she was more than ready for it. She felt invulnerable now.

Asami wasn't the only one with her own ideas. "I can tell you which guests are staying here, what rooms they're in, and which cars are theirs," thought Miranda. "If they have anything incriminating inside..."

"Yup. Wow. Aaron and company are staying here," Xin told Kyle. "His operation is based out of Reno so this is an overnighter for him. Naturally he's taking care of some business while he's in town. The incriminating kind. Sarah won't be implicated. He makes a point of not trusting her with details and his guys all know it."

Angela "spoke up" mentally, too. "You can read minds and you can nudge people to do things and ignore stuff, right? Seems like it'd be real easy to pick a pocket. And a password." Kyle understood instantly what she meant: She was looking right at David as he tapped away on his cell phone.

Plans grew into focus in a rush. Details and timing happened in images and expectations rather than words. Much of it was the speed of telepathy, while the remainder came down to Xin's help. She would be available to smooth over any wrinkles as they came up, too.

"Whoa. Um. I'm all about the teamwork. This is awesome, but...don't you have anything you want me to do in all this?" Kyle joked.

"Obviously! You've got the most important part!" Asami laughed mentally.

"Yeah. Keep getting that dick sucked and don't hold out on the climax," thought Angela.

"You'll know if we need you," Asami added. "You're the power source, after all. I'm just glad you like to share."

"Mmmh, don't forget the other ladies, too," agreed Miranda. "You're only getting started. I think we all like this more than ever."

"I've got more for you to do, Kyle," Xin told him privately. "Don't worry about it. In the meantime, they're all on the right track."

Kyle felt their minds turn to their tasks at hand. Julie's services demanded more of his attention, though his role was entirely one of receiving and enjoying. Her beautiful face slid back and forth over his cock, enveloping and releasing him again and again, continuing wave after wave of pleasure and power. Confidence grew inside him. He felt ever more at ease...

...so at ease he didn't even startle when the door opened. Shannon stood in the entrance, tall and shapely in that short black dress that was equal parts sheer and sparkly. The short, asymmetric cut of her hair gave her beauty a confident air. So did her cool reaction to her natural surprise. She surely didn't see this coming, but rather than jumping or shouting out an exclamation, she only tilted her head slightly with one raised eyebrow. Without missing another beat, she came the rest of the way inside and shut the door behind her.

Julie never stopped. Her eyes turned up toward Shannon, but she stayed on her knees and kept at Kyle's dick without an ounce of shame.

"That good, huh?" Shannon asked mildly. It was a rhetorical question, but Julie moaned in confirmation. Shannon's eyes turned to Kyle. "Who are you?"

"I'm Kyle and I'm from LA," he said in a soft, low voice. Xin helped him keep it together under Julie's assault, but she didn't keep his level of pleasure entirely out of his voice. "My girlfriends and I are on vacation."

"Mm-hm. I caught all that when you introduced yourself at the door and they let you into the game," she said. "You know I'm asking more than that."

"Sure, but it's the truth. Don't want to lie to you." He noticed the occasional wandering of her eyes, though they largely stayed on his face. "This doesn't seem to bother you."

"It's not the first I've seen of this sort of thing. Why should it bother me?" Shannon shrugged. "Might bother her man, though."

"Mmh," Julie grunted indifferently.

Shannon's eyes lingered perhaps longer than she wanted them to before she looked at Kyle's face again. "It's a nice show. I'll give you that. But it's only one more reason I'm asking: who are you?"

He had the smile of someone laughing at himself. Unfair advantages by way of a psychic alien told him Shannon knew his reaction was genuine, and that earned him some points with her even if she didn't show it. He wondered if that's why Xin let him know. "The backstory might seem disappointing compared to the plot in progress. Deep down I'm pretty ordinary."

"You walked into the tournament without an invitation. They seated you when you're one player too many. You won the first hand, you made them all back down over the tip—and I've never seen anyone make Michael back down—and now you're in here like this." She gestured to Julie. "Anyone could walk in on you right now. Most of those guys are aching for a reason to throw you out. Half are probably ready to literally throw you out of the balcony. I think you know that, too. But you know they're not coming in here, don't you? You are not an ordinary guy."

"I'm the guy who's gonna win this tournament, and I'm gonna bring down every one of those bastards out there while I'm at it," Kyle told her, his voice still a little dreamy with pleasure.

Her eyebrow rose. "What's that mean?"

"It means if anyone wants to get away from those assholes forever, tonight's their chance. We'll help keep them get out on their feet, too. No strings attached." He let out a heavy breath. "I want the tournament pot, but outside of that my plans are pretty altruistic."

"No strings, huh?" Shannon nodded to Julie again. "Is this altruism?"

The blonde didn't stop. "This was her idea. I think she really likes what she's doing."

"Uh-huh," said Shannon...with less skepticism than he might have expected.

"Five minutes," Xin warned, while sounding every bit as happy as his body was right now.

"You say 'we' meaning your two girls? I take it they know you're back here?"

"Oh, they know everything, yes. And they're part of the plan. Watch what happens out there and you'll see."

"And Julie?"

"We only just met," Kyle admitted. He looked down. His eyes met Julie's as she kept at him. "The guy you're with is a giant asshole. He fences and chops up stolen cars. I'm gonna put him out of business."

Julie made a distasteful noise. Her continued sucking seemed to suggest the noise wasn't directed at Kyle. She even ratcheted up her efforts, drawing out a groan from his throat. Kyle leaned his head back against the wall. "Guess she and Larry haven't been seeing each other long," he murmured.

"You're taking a big risk telling me all this, aren't you?" asked Shannon.

"I think it's worth it."

"Why?"

"Because you know Michael's a monster. Because you want out and it's just a matter of how. Also I'm hoping you'll come with me when this is over," said Kyle.

"Where?"

"On vacation."

Her eyebrow rose. "For how long?"

"As long as you want," said Kyle. "I plan to stay on vacation for the rest of my life."

Shannon folded her arms under her chest. She looked him up and down, including his current partner. She didn't speak. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You sound like you're about to get off. I don't want to distract you." Shannon winked. "Call it a professional interest, even if I'm out of the business these days."

He wondered what she meant by that, but more importantly, she was right. Wet heat and silky friction from Julie's mouth and her stroking hand had his cock feeling ready to burst. The rest of his body trembled right along with it. Kyle gave up any effort at holding back and surrendered to the inevitable. Spasms wracked his groin, sending ripples through the rest of his body as he came hard in Julie's mouth.

Xin's influence aided Julie, allowing her to swallow and breathe and even to keep stroking through his climax despite her own wild ecstasy. The effects of his modified semen took hold almost instantly. Wildly aroused, Julie came while swallowing his load without ever touching herself once. Her motions carried on through their climax, but her mind was swept away.

Finished with her labor of lust and joy, Julie sank back onto her butt with starry eyes. "Wow," she gasped. "Oh wow. That was amazing. Thank you."

"Same. Thank you," Kyle agreed.

"Can't say I've heard 'thank you' from the giver before," Shannon murmured.

He needed only a moment to catch his breath again, inhaling sharply and letting it all out while watching Julie's rapture with no small amount of pride. Despite how much he came, hardly a trace of him escaped her mouth except for the tiny bit she licked off her lips. Shannon was staring, too, watching Kyle's exposed tool.

He took care of that with no more mussing to his pants than there was to Julie's face or her dress. "You might need a minute," he told Julie. "Nobody's gonna come in here. Nobody's gonna miss you. No worries." Kyle gave her a wink. She only grinned at him. Then he looked back to Shannon. "We should get going, though. We're almost out of time."

"Sure. I guess the show's over, anyway. Good job," she said with a small grin at Julie. Then she traced the lapel of Kyle's jacket. "Blind enthusiasm for a hot guy got me in this mess in the first place. I won't make that mistake again. Back up everything you've told me and maybe you'll see how a pornstar can take care of that thing."

He didn't hide his surprise as well as she did. He thought he'd seen her somewhere before. Her hair and makeup were just different enough to throw him off, and he hadn't seen her pop up online in a couple of years, but he recognized one of his favorites as she grinned and stepped out.

"Didn't want to tell you and spoil it," said Xin. "I figured it'd be more exciting to find out on your own."

More intrigued than ever, Kyle paused only to check on Julie and on his own appearance one more time before following her out. Shannon rounded the bar, looking to rejoin her man with a smile. Xin prompted him to look elsewhere. It was time.

* * *

"Oh my god."

"I know, right?"

"Oh my fucking god," Asami reiterated, still barely above a whisper as she looked to a similarly stunned Angela. They lingered in a corner near the balcony as others socialized and killed time. To any onlooker, they were only enjoying the view. In truth, they were enjoying something far more exhilarating and unique.

"We need to renegotiate the sex stuff," said Angela. She spoke Japanese—something she couldn't do until this morning—mainly to offer an added degree of privacy in case anyone overheard. Presumably only a handful in the crowd would understand it, and the most likely candidates were on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean?" said Asami.

"I mean I want more of that. I want more of that sort of...I don't know, immersion?"

"You want to feel him come. Again."

"And the whole lead-up, yeah. Is that freaky?" Angela nearly blushed.

"A little, but I'm a freak, too," Asami assured her with a grin. "Anyway, we've gotta focus. Stuff to do, and now's the time."

"Now? I'm almost a puddle right now, and...oh. Oh, I feel it now. Like I'm fucking invincible." Angela took a deep breath and looked around the room. Amid the mingling and the waiting, two of the other players toyed with their cell phones: Brody the mobster loan shark and David the Hollywood blackmailer. Angela's eyes narrowed. "Targets acquired," she joked.

"Good. Let's do this," said Asami. She walked with purpose across the room as the host called a two-minute notice. She needed to get closer to the bar than Angela, anyway. Her partner in crime—or was it justice? A little of both?—hung back a little, right according to plan.

She thought she might need Kyle's direct help to kick this off. Then she felt the rush of power he shared with her along with that orgasmic release and knew she'd be able to get this rolling all on her own. As she closed with the men and women hanging around the bar, Asami looked to her target. Kyle emerged from the restroom hallway in the same instant, but she knew she called this shot.

She reached out with borrowed power and gave him just enough of a nudge, just by willing it, to turn his head. Aaron looked her up and down in exactly the creepy way he knew he would. She'd caught him looking more than once at the beginning of the tournament, and during the break. She also knew his type. One more psychic nudge as she pretended not to notice him was enough.

He didn't need a psychic nudge to prompt him to act. Instead, he only needed half a second of false assurance that he would get away with it. The misperception was far more compelling than any push. The rest came naturally for a guy who'd done this a thousand other times. Aaron grabbed her ass for a single squeeze.

Asami snatched the offending hand just as it withdrew. In one swift motion, she swept his arm up and over in a painful twist and slammed it down onto the bar, shattering a tumbler under his hand. Then she spun into him with her free hand to shatter his nose.

"Asshole!" she snapped. Aaron screamed and staggered back. He wasn't the only one shocked, but he was the only one hurt until his bodyguard stepped up.

"Hands off!" the burly guy shouted angrily. He was silly enough to put his hands on her, or to at least try. The suited man brought both big hands to her shoulders. She blocked with a routine move and brought her leg up into his groin much harder than he could have ever expected. The man staggered back and tripped on his own feet to fall on his ass.

"What's going on? Stop this! Break it up!" demanded the host.

"This fucker grabbed my ass!" said Asami. "You think I'm gonna put up with that?"

"He sure did. I saw it all," said Angela. She turned to face David the blackmail guy standing right beside her. "You saw it, too, didn't you?"

"Well, I, er, um," David stammered. "Kind of?"

"Kind of? Jesus. He did it, Dave," said one of his escorts. Katie huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "He totally did it and you saw it."

"I mean..." David floundered.

"Ugh, come on," grumbled Brooke, his other escort.

"He was quite obvious," said a calmer voice. Rose stood near Asami, drink in hand. "I had only just stepped back to move out of her way. I saw his hand."