Alien Vacation Ch. 12

They fucked, still not kissing. Her eyes fluttered as pleasure built, but her eyelids didn't stay shut. Rose wanted to give into this entirely and think of nothing but his touch and his cock inside her. She rallied her wits for one more moment though her mind clouded over with ecstasy. "It sounds like decadence... mh... might require... a bodyguard. And maybe an... assistant?" The corners of her mouth twitched with a smile. "I am available."

"Full time?"

"God, yes."

"You're hired," said Kyle. He kissed her deeply. Kissed her and fucked her, standing upright against the wall, a motion that might have seemed restrictive but for how good it felt and how it got the job done.

Rose surrendered herself utterly. They came together, sealing a new partnership and a new harem lover. Kyle pumped away into her, drowning any remaining doubts or inhibitions with intoxicating cum. Rose melted down in a grunting, throbbing mess as she came. Kyle and Xin carried her through it together.

The wall helped them stay up, but they had little time for the afterglow. "Kyle," Xin warned him gently. "I'm recharged, but a longer delay will still be noticed."

"Right," he agreed. Without expecting it, Kyle inhaled sharply and deeply. Rose mirrored his sudden second wind. They stared into one another's eyes. She didn't understand what had just happened as well as he did, but she liked it. Still inside her, he wanted more of her all over again and knew she felt the same. They didn't have time now. He kissed her grinning lips softly. "We have to finish this."

"Yes. The game. And you want the other woman," Rose guessed with a grin.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"How can I help with that?" she asked. The question thrilled him. It thrilled her, too. All of Xin's "compensation" rewards kicked in the moment she said it, giving her a rush of pleasure and new arousal he could feel through their bonds. She assured him of her sincerity with another kiss. "I think I will like this job very much."

"We'll see how the rest of this plays out. In the meantime, you have new friends to meet."

"Excellent," said Rose.

* * *

The break didn't run long, but it was more than enough for Shannon. She never had any trouble doing math. She knew how to tell which way the wind blew, too. Leaning against the bar, she made all the calculations she needed almost as soon as Kyle disappeared through the hallway door with Rose.

She knew full well what was happening back there. She'd already seen it once tonight. Chances were this would be a bigger deal than his little fling with the first hallway playmate, too. Rose was an incredible catch. So was Kyle. They both seemed more than smart enough to see it... and it wasn't like Kyle was "taken," no matter how many other women he had here.

He had more than a couple now. Turning to put her back to the bar, Shannon looked to his band of dates all chatting and smiling with real friendship. Maybe a little more than that. Four, plus Rose. She could see that coming. The only other woman in sight at this point was one of the bartenders.

The lounge felt emptier without the rest. Normally some of the players hung around to see who won. This time everyone had left after being beaten. Vanquished might be a better term. Destroyed. Every one of them except Tatsuo, who has the brains to bail out.

Only one remained. Shannon looked to the table. He wasn't there, but his chips were. She looked at his stack and the rest of the pot. She knew Michael well enough for this. He wasn't going to quit. Not now.

Shannon had only one big regret in her life. Only one huge mistake. Working in porn and cutting ties with her judgmental family and all the rest weren't mistakes. She made one seriously bad move, and had been stuck with it for a few years now. She watched for chances to run knowing nobody was going to save her. She had to save herself.

Kyle assured her things would turn around tonight—literally while another woman sucked his cock and loved it. A move like that gave every reason to be turned off and walk away...except she didn't feel that way at all. That wasn't arrogance in his eyes. That was the kind of horny, slutty, fun life she missed. She wanted to push the blond out of the way and suck that cock herself. She wanted to rock his world. Watching him handle everything that followed only made her like him for more than his confidence and sex appeal.

She had hopes now. She didn't see how all this would resolve her personal situation, though. Only now, with him out of the room, did things really add up.

Shannon didn't wait for anyone to save her. She never had. She had to do it herself. It was only a matter of seeing the way out.

Michael walked over to the bar, scowling, grunting out an order for a jack and coke. The order took the bartender far enough away for him to mutter an assurance to his wife: "I'm gonna deal with this asshole one way or the other."

"Uh-huh," she said. She knew he didn't like that kind of response at all.

His eyes snapped sideways, glaring at her. "You think I can't?"

Shannon shrugged. "I think you can only play the hand you're dealt."

"I'll play it 'til the end, but if the cards don't cooperate I'll handle it outside the game."

"Yeah, I know. I know losing won't bankrupt you, either. But I know you'll play 'til the end, no matter what, 'cause you can't walk away on your own." Shannon dropped her wedding ring in front of him on the bar. "Even if I do."

She walked. He caught her arm. "What the hell is this?" he seethed.

"It's my chance to go and I'm taking it," she told him calmly. "Whatever happens with this game, I don't care. I wanted you to know I decided to leave you before this was settled, because it's not about the game. It's about you.

"You're not going to hold me down in front of all these people," she went on without raising her voice. He didn't deserve to see her get emotional, and she didn't really want to get worked up anyway. "You're not going to hit me. You're not going to shout or make a scene. I know you better than that. I also know you're a monster, so I'm leaving you. And I know you won't chase after me with all that money and your pride on the table. But if it makes you feel better, this isn't a test. I don't want you to follow me. I want you out of my life for good. This is the best time to make that happen. Now let go or I scream. I don't think that'll end well for you."

Behind Michael, the hallway door opened. Kyle and Rose stepped out, unaware of Shannon's move. For her own part, Shannon didn't even have to glance directly at them to know what had played out back there.

"Fucking bullshit, you do not walk away from—" he hissed. She inhaled deeply. He released her, knowing she wouldn't bluff.

Shannon didn't say goodbye. With a mild but warm smile, she walked over to the other women clustered in the otherwise empty audience. "Hi. Kyle invited me to join you all. I want to accept, but I probably shouldn't be in here right now. Is there any way to work around that?"

Asami's eyebrow rose. "Yeah. There's someone else with us downstairs. She'll like you, I think." She offered her hand. "I'm Asami."

"Angela," said another. She introduced Katie and Brooke. "Can I take you down?"

Shannon glanced over the tanned brunette from head to toe. She hadn't hooked up with another woman since her last couple of movie shoots. Michael was as insecure about that as all the rest. Angela was a knockout. She hadn't meant to lay on a double entendre, but seeing Shannon's eyes, the grin that spread over her face showed she didn't regret it at all. "Oh, I think I'll like that," said Shannon.

Asami's mouth twitched with a grin. "We're gonna get along fine."

Before anyone turned away, Rose arrived. "May I join you?"

Once again, everyone was smiling.

* * *

Kyle found Michael scowling and glaring at him as he returned to his seat. Behind his last opponent, Shannon walked out with Angela. Rose took Angela's seat beside Asami. Xin caught Kyle up with the new developments in a flash, but it left them with a bigger problem.

"He'll try to kill you, Kyle," warned Xin. "It's not even a matter of winning or losing now. He's pissed about the game, he's pissed about you showing him up, and he's super pissed off about Shannon leaving him."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Kyle thought as he settled in.

"No. Kyle. I'm not guessing or predicting here. He's too angry and too negative for me to reach into his brain and probe deeply or turn him away from anything now, but I can tell you for a fact: this is a murderer who is planning another murder. He's gonna kill Shannon, too. And anyone else who gets in his way. He's not going to change his mind and this is the kind of thing I can't change for him."

"Gentlemen," said the dealer. "It's down to you. Are we ready for our last game?"

Michael only nodded, still glaring. Kyle nodded, too. "Yeah. Let's do it."

The dealer passed out cards. He didn't hear Kyle's conversation with Xin. "Okay, we need a plan, then, right? Is he jumping me right here? Following me after the game?"

"Probably the latter."

"Seems like the kind of guy who'd plan his nonsense out, though."

"Normally," said Xin. "Right now he's more inclined to take you out tonight and disappear or flee the country. He's got plans in case any of his past crimes come up to haunt him. And a solid lawyer, too. This is a problem."

Kyle stalled through the first couple of hands, buying more time to think through the problem. Even with Xin's hyperintelligence, some things were complicated enough to need a minute or two. "I'm not afraid of him," Kyle thought. "It doesn't sound like you are, either. The question is what do we do about it?"

"Yeah. It seems like catching him in the act like that douche who jumped you in the casino wouldn't be enough."

"Even in the best case, that gets messy and drags out and we can't control the outcome. It also exposes us to scrutiny when we'd both rather lay low," Kyle agreed.

Grim distress filled Xin's telepathic tones. "I don't know if I can take him out myself and I don't want to ask you to do it for me, or Asami or Rose."

Kyle's eyes widened behind his cards. "Self-defense is self-defense, but I'm not okay with killing someone preemptively."

"Like I said, this isn't a hypothetical, Kyle," Xin pushed back.

"I know, I know. But I'm not going down that road. You can keep track of him if he's nearby and you've got me physically boosted, right?" Kyle frowned. It wasn't just about him, though. Someone else might get hurt. One of his girlfriends, or some poor random bystander. He couldn't have that.

"He's already got so much blood on his hands he'll never answer for," Xin continued. She sounded appalled. "This guy's a monster."

"You don't sound like you know what you want to do about it, either," said Kyle.

"I don't," she admitted. "I'm not at a loss for choices or plans. I'm having the same issues as you are. I don't know the right thing to do here and I don't know if I have the right to decide it. Look, this is one of your people, Kyle. He's human, like you."

"Normally we have judges and courts to decide this stuff. At least when we can control the situation."

"Uh-huh. He's guilty, Kyle. That's not a prediction. That's a fact. He's guilty as hell of murder and torture and rape and plenty more. Some of it in uniform, some of it not. And he's planning to kill you and Shannon. If not tonight, whenever he can manage it."

Kyle stared at Michael, waiting for his next play at the game. "Yeah, I don't care what uniform he wore when he did all that," he decided. "What about Shannon?"

"I... think a lot of people would judge Shannon for being as 'over it' with Michael as she already is, but they haven't lived her life. Don't worry about Shannon."

He nodded, looking down to his cards. It wasn't like he had to weigh the odds with Xin as his partner. "Okay," he said out loud, and went all in once more.

"Fuck you," said Michael.

"Whining doesn't tell me whether you're gonna play or fold," replied Kyle.

"Ain't about the game anymore, anyway," growled Michael. He went all in.

They both knew Kyle had the better hand before he laid his cards down. Knowing didn't cool out Michael's reaction at all. His eyes flared. His lip curled.

"Kyle," Xin warned.

"I know," he replied silently.

"The flush has it," the dealer declared. "Winner takes all."

No one cheered or applauded. Kyle caught smiles among his little support section—really, the only audience still here at this point—but Asami and Rose both sat up warily. They sensed the trouble, too. Kyle gave the slightest shake of his head as he came around the table where Michael stood fuming. Xin made sure they caught his meaning. They saw it coming but didn't intervene.

Kyle held out his hand for a shake and accepted the punch in return. He nodded in time to catch Michael's knuckles with the thickest part of his skull, blunting the impact and making it worse on his attacker. Michael followed with a tackle, but Kyle was faster thanks to Xin. The training he'd absorbed from Asami helped, too. Kyle twisted with the tackle as both men crashed into empty chairs set out for the audience to make sure Michael got the worst of it.

The fall also put Michael on his back. Kyle nailed Michael with only a couple shots to the face before the bigger man shoved him off. A staffer cried out for them to stop. The host shouted out a call for security. Kyle backed off but saw more fight in Michael's eyes. He caught one of the audience chairs by the hook at the top of the frame and swung it up in the air and back down onto Michael before backing farther away.

"Gentlemen, stop!" shouted their host. "We'll have you arrested!"

"This is clear self-defense, all on your cameras," Rose spoke up loudly. "Only one of them will be arrested, and found guilty. We can all see it." She stepped in closer, turning warily but not yet adopting a fighting stance. "And if this fight continues, you will have more than one opponent."

"A couple more," agreed Asami.

"What the fuck ever, bitches," Michael fumed. He pulled himself out of the pile of chairs and wiped the blood from beneath his lip, but more was already on his skinned knuckles. This time, he didn't attack. He waited, seething at Kyle.

"We don't need cops if he'll just leave," said Kyle. "I've got business with the host."

"Sure, asshole," said Michael. He threw glares all around, but straightened his blazer and backed out. "Go ahead and take care of it."

"He's going to retrieve the gun he stashed outside before coming in here," warned Xin. "He'll be waiting for us. I'm tanked up as I can be right now, but I still haven't recovered enough to override his decision. I can't straight-up control minds like that."

The door shut behind Michael. Kyle's girlfriends came closer with concern for him, while the host waited to settle up with a check and paperwork for his winnings. His first thought was for the danger ahead. "Can you nudge him to a place to wait for me?" he wondered.

She read his mind. It surprised him that she hadn't seen his plan before now, but the danger seemed to have her distracted even from that. Though still wary, she responded, "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that."

"Good. We're gonna need some help from downstairs, too. There are cameras everywhere around here."

* * *

They all saw the fight in the monitor room. Angela watched with a knowing smirk. Miranda studied the screens coolly. Her new "friends" who worked the monitors, still disheveled and cooling down from her fun, grunted and sighed like guys who'd seen it all before. Only Shannon watched with any tension.

It was over almost as fast as it had begun, but the results surprised and relieved her. Shannon stood by Miranda's chair, her arms folded across her chest. "I didn't think it would turn out like that," she admitted.

"Are you alright?" asked Miranda.

"So far, sure," said Shannon. "I'm not worried about what happens to Michael. I'm worried about everyone else." She shook her head. "I've been praying for an end to all this for a long time. Even if it's ugly."

Angela put a supportive hand on Shannon's arm. "We've all got your back."

Miranda nodded in agreement, but said nothing. She understood the usefulness of detachment. She also knew what it was to be fully over someone before they were out of her life. Her mind focused on the problem, watching Michael stalk into a hallway bathroom and pull something out of a trash can mounted in the wall - something dark and metallic that quickly went into his blazer.

A voice entered her mind. A familiar, welcome voice. "Hey, Miranda?" asked Kyle.

Her mouth spread into a thin smile. "I'm glad to hear from you like this," she thought back. "I take it tonight has boosted your powers."

"Something like that. Hey, I need to know if your new friends can do something to help us out with this asshole. I don't need much."

Miranda glanced at the men in the chairs to her left and right. She'd only known them for a couple of hours, mostly in the physical sense, but she had her instincts and a little psychic aid lent to her. She knew how to handle this. Besides, the less people in the loop, the better. "Brad, did you ever take your break like you intended?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, right," the guy on her left remembered. Absently, trusting everyone in a post-coital cloud of happiness and ease, Brad stepped out of his chair and out of the room.

As he left, she slipped behind the remaining monitor tech. She liked his performance earlier well enough. "Chang," she whispered in his ear, giving him the smallest kiss on the neck. The young monitor tech shivered. Not for the first time, his thick black-rimmed glasses fogged up. A bit of a hipster, she thought, but he could perform in every way that mattered—sexually and intellectually. "This is naughty, but we need your help. I'd appreciate it." Her hand slid down his chest and abdomen to his crotch.

A grin spread across his face. "I'm okay with being naughty," he admitted.

"We need to find a bathroom on the casino floor...and we need to know which way the cameras are turned."

Chang shivered as the hand rubbed his groin. "I can do better than that."

* * *

"Really only wanted to clean up our money issues and have some sexy fun," Kyle muttered in the hallway with his companions. Asami and Rose walked close at his sides. Brooke and Katie followed, happy and feeling included but taking an unspoken cue from Xin not to get too involved.

"Same here," said Asami. "I've been looking forward to choking on your cock in an orgy all night."

At his other side, Rose quirked an eyebrow. Feeling her reaction before he saw it, Kyle glanced to her. So did all three other women. She tilted her head. "As long as we're speaking of it openly, I had similar wants. Maybe with a little hair-pulling."

"Hot," said Katie.

"I'm down," said Brooke.

"That's something to look forward to, then," said Kyle. "Later."

"You don't have to deal with this part alone," Asami told him as they came to the elevator.

"If it turns out the way I think it will, I do," said Kyle. "Except I'm not alone. Not really." He slipped a hand around her waist and kissed her cheek. "Let's go."

The elevator doors opened right away, with the elevator car right there already. As they stepped inside, Kyle felt a tug at his groin. His pants came undone before his eyes turned downward, finding Asami already crouching with her face at his hips and her fingers drawing out his cock.

She didn't play around or tease. Asami engulfed him in her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing smoothly with her eyes cast up at him. Kyle groaned, leaning against the elevator wall.

"Oh, right on," said Brooke. Katie looked down with wide eyes and a wider grin.