Alien Vacation Ch. 12

"Ah. It's like this, then," said Rose. She closed in at Kyle's side, running her fingers through his hair and breathing in his ear. "I think I will like these moments."

Asami broke from her service for only five words: "Call it a power-up." Then she devoured his cock again. On her knees and staring up at him, her eyes and the services of her mouth affirmed much more between them than her affection.

Kyle felt the rush of power it gave Xin. His psychic partner put it to good use, her consciousness rushing through the casino floors in a rapid, last-minute check to make sure the way forward would be clear. His eyes fluttered open to find Katie and Brooke standing a little closer and watching with approval and interest. "I've gotta take care of something on the way out," he explained, the words coming out almost breathlessly as Asami kept at him. "The party's at... our suite... across the street."

Good as her blowjob was, she wasn't going to get him off during the short elevator ride. Not even Xin wanted to push him to that fast a release. The surge of pleasure mattered for Xin's psychic power, though. The sentiment mattered, too. Asami was on her feet and everything tucked back into Kyle's pants before the doors opened again. "We're not leaving you here," she told him sweetly. "We'll wait."

They split up only at the junction outside the hallway to the elevator. The women moved out onto the casino floor. Kyle crossed over past rows of slot machines on his own. "One more hallway, then to your right," Xin instructed. "Don't look left. He's waiting."

Kyle followed her instructions. A telepathic flash from another companion showed him the screen of a security monitor. He only noticed the blink of the screen because he knew to look for it. The blink covered Kyle's passing, ensuring he went unrecorded as he moved into the men's room. No such blink covered Michael as he followed a minute later.

The bathroom offered plenty of room. At least ten stalls stretched down one end. No one else was inside. Kyle waited near the sinks, facing the entrance.

The door swung open slowly and quietly. Michael stepped through with an obvious effort at stealth, but straightened as he saw Kyle waiting for him. He already had his hand inside his blazer.

"There's really no other way around all this?" asked Kyle. "You really want to be this guy for the rest of your life?"

"You won't have to worry about it," Michael sneered.

The gun came out in a rush. Kyle saw it coming before Michael decided his moment. He had Xin backing him up in every way, from warnings to turning his reflexes in the right direction every time. Michael outweighed Kyle by a good forty pounds of mostly muscle. Xin's help and Asami's training overcame that. Kyle got his hands on Michael's grip and his elbow to turn the pistol upward and out of danger. He put a solid knee shot into Michael's groin. It wasn't enough to drop the bigger man but it helped keep Kyle's momentum.

Michael stomped on Kyle's foot. He leaned in hard, going for a headbutt that hurt both men equally. Flashes of predictive warnings from Xin warned of how bad this could get. Riding Asami's training or not, Michael was a hardcore killer. He knew how to fight. Thankfully, Kyle had a plan. He just didn't like it.

Xin poured more energy into Kyle's muscles. Surging with power, he wrenched Michael toward one of the bathroom stalls. They crashed through the door, Michael going first and banging against the barriers until he half tripped over the toilet. Kyle focused every effort on directing the gun where it needed to go. With Xin's coordination, he pointed the barrel under Michael's chin and got his own finger over the trigger.

The gun went off only once. Kyle let go and stepped away immediately. Michael slumped against the stall, limp and unmoving. Kyle staggered out and let the door fall shut again behind him.

He stared at the door with heavy breath. None of the blood splatter rose above the partitions. Kyle felt a jolt of guilt for even thinking to look. The guilt fought with other feelings. Xin agreed with the latter. "He was going to kill you and Shannon. He was never going to prison for all the other people he hurt and killed."

"I know," thought Kyle. "You don't sound like you feel great about this, either."

"I don't. I didn't come here for this. I didn't think our shenanigans would come to this. All I wanted to do was bang."

"Me, too," he agreed.

"...can we?"

"I want to." He settled himself with another breath. Kyle turned away from the stall door to face himself in the mirror. He didn't have a lot of blood on his face or his clothes, but the little he saw was enough to make the point. "I don't know if this was right. It probably wasn't. But I don't think it was entirely wrong, either. It was ugly, though."

"Yeah. Ugly," Xin echoed. He could almost hear her wince with apology. "Can we go back to gorgeous and sexy?"

He reached for the faucet. "Damn right we can."

* * *

The security monitor "blinked" again when Kyle walked out of the bathroom. No one would ever see the moment on video. Angela and Miranda knew he was safe, but it was only the sight of Kyle walking into the frame of the next camera down the hall that gave Shannon a sigh of relief. She brought her hands to her face. "Oh god it's over?" she asked.

"Yes. Kyle is fine, and he's the only one walking out of there," said Miranda.

Angela's hand came to Shannon's arm again. "How can we help?"

"Can you tell me I'm not a monster for being relieved?" Shannon asked. "Maybe I'm supposed to cry or something and maybe I will, but I just...want to get out of here."

"You want to come with us?" asked Angela. She smirked. "I kinda feel like everyone else will want to put this behind them, too. Might get kind of inappropriate."

"Oh god, I could use that," Shannon confessed.

Feeling much the same way, Miranda slipped in close to Chang at the monitor desk again. "Is there anything more we need to do?" she asked softly in his ear, her hands roaming his body. They both knew he was utterly spent after their earlier fun, but he still enjoyed this.

"Not for this, no," he said with a dreamy smile.

"Then it's best we probably forget about this part."

"Forget about what part?" he asked.

"Exactly."

"No, really, what part?" Chang shrugged. "I don't know what you mean." He blinked as if making a connection. "Obviously Brad and I aren't gonna tell anyone about you. This was awesome, but I'm not dumb enough to brag."

Miranda grinned. Perhaps psychic powers couldn't control outright hostility, but they worked wonders with a friendly mind and a little self-interest. "Thank you, Chang. For everything. We've got somewhere to be now."

* * *

The custodian found the body over an hour later. No one else had been through the restroom since then, nor anyone else for a good seven minutes before, as the security cameras would show. Word spread fast through the usual chain of staff on site. Thankfully, no one panicked. Everyone from the custodian on up handled the matter without getting upset, as if an unusual calm blanketed the restroom.

Casino security was suspicious about signs of a struggle on the body until one of the night managers came through. "Yeah, this guy blew it in a high-stakes game upstairs and started a big fight. Fell through a pile of chairs, too. Guy was a belligerent hothead. Sure we've got it on tape if the cops need to see it." He shook his head. "Look, let's pull the usual strings to keep this quiet. No foul play here. He's not the first asshole to lose all his money and then take himself out in the casino."

* * *

Kyle returned to the penthouse suite with Asami, Rose, Katie, and Brooke, feeling relief but also a little regret. In the short walk to their lodgings, he went over the situation again and again, from the game in the lounge to the last seconds in the bathroom. His enemy was implacable and resourceful enough to keep coming for years. Neither Kyle nor Xin saw any other way around it.

He didn't see how they'd get back to party time after that, either. Not until they made it through the door. Only a couple steps inside, Asami turned to face him and started shedding her dress. She looked straight at him, grinning, inviting his eyes to roam over her beautiful and fit body in nothing but a strapless black bra and lacy panties.

"Ladies, there's only so much of him to go around, but we'll have plenty of fun among ourselves, too. My advice is to give into every urge, especially when it's about him," she said. "Works like magic. Trust me. Also he likes to hear how much you want it, so don't hold back. Also lingerie. And foreplay."

"I like that," said Katie. She slipped up behind Kyle, smoothly ridding him of his shirt. She pasted herself to his back, reminding him of her shapely body.

Brooke sauntered around him to come into his line of sight, stripping herself out of her small dress to reveal luscious tits without a bra to hold them up. "Sounds good to me," she grinned.

Rose stepped in to take care of his belt. She didn't get between Kyle and Asami or Brooke, but she was closest in front and caught her eyes with his. "Give into every urge, you say?" she asked. "I imagine you like having powerful women submit to you?"

Kyle kicked off his shoes and unconsciously even let Katie slip off his socks. He looked from one woman to another. His body came alive with arousal, from low speed to one hundred in seconds. Suddenly all the sex he'd had tonight felt like a wind-up for the ravenous hunger he only now felt. "Xin?" he wondered.

"I'm sinking into the back seat to ride the vibes, babe," she replied. "I'll stop you if you get a misread, but you won't. Go wild."

"You gave me some magic earlier," Rose breathed against his neck. "I want more. All that matters is going forward. I want to put the ugliness behind me. Make me yours."

Kyle's hands ran up and down her hips. Asami slipped Rose's blazer from her shoulders, leaving her in a crisp white shirt and black slacks. His desire surged. "I don't think foreplay is gonna help with that." Kyle suddenly all but ripped her pants open. Rose gasped but submitted as Asami used the sleeves of her blazer to restrain her while Kyle tore her out of her clothes with a surge of strength. Unlike the other ladies, Rose hadn't worn anything underneath her outfit to entice anyone. She hadn't come out planning on fun. Kyle tore away her panties with the same rush of hunger; Rose stood in nothing but the white bra that held her ample breasts. Her breath grew heavy with deeper submission and need than she expected.

Foreplay ended with the demise of her panties. Asami knew her cue to pull off the blazer and the remnants of her shirt and back away. Single-minded in his urges, Kyle filled his hands with Rose's ass and pulled her close and off her feet. She grabbed his shoulders, holding to him in shock but also cooperation. Kyle held her up and speared her with his cock, forcing a cry of pleasure from Rose. "Aaaahhh!"

"Oooh, fuck!" Katie echoed. The blonde nearly buckled with sudden visceral pleasure overwhelming her core.

"Holy shit," Brooke yelped. She felt it, too. Standing in nothing but purple panties and heels now, her brow knit as her body went weak. Brooke's hands reflexively went to her pussy. "How...?"

"Like magic," Asami grinned. "Don't ask. Ride it out."

Kyle carried Rose over to the couch, never breaking eye contact with her, his face less than an inch from hers. He fucked her with every step. Katie and Brooke wobbled as they followed. Asami only barely kept a steady stride, shaking with the same psychically-shared thrills. Though distantly aware he was pleasing them, too, Kyle laid Rose on the plush, wide couch without ever disengaging from her. He got one knee under her and one fist in her hair at her scalp.

He didn't know what had come over himself, but he didn't question it. Not with the empathic rush of emotions and the pleasured breaths coming from his partner. Kyle planted his cock deep into her again. Rose spread her legs wide to welcome him. He fucked her in a hard, punishing pace that left her crying for more.

She couldn't reciprocate. She couldn't do anything but lie back and get fucked out of her mind. Others took care of returning some of her affections. Brooke slinked up beside Kyle, all but naked except for lace panties, caressing his side and his back. Katie slid up onto the couch beside him for more of the same. Asami moved in behind Brooke, eager to play with the brunette's body. Her fingers soon slid under Brooke's panties to add to the psychic echoes of Rose's pounding.

The first orgasm to hit Rose exploded in a rush that only deepened her delirium. A chorus of pleasure filled Kyle's ears from all four women. The moment brought him closer to his first edge, but he didn't stop. He kept making Rose his.

* * *

Anticipation built on the way to the suite. Shannon used to chase this feeling. She felt it with her first lovers and her first movies. It wasn't just the sex itself, though she lived for that, too—or at least she did before things went bad with Michael. Even then, she had set her desires aside for...if not love, then a sincere attempt at it. But she wouldn't get fucked out of her mind in a marriage like that. She wouldn't have the wild decadence a movie set could offer, or the occasional real-world debauchery that might come through those connections. But it wasn't just the sex.

She missed the desire, too. The excitement. The thrill of wondering just how good it might get. She had a pretty good idea already. Her body and her emotions ramped up in the short walk from one casino to the next. Miranda and Angela kept her company on the way with the smallest of talk, warm and pleasant enough and welcome after all she'd been through. They were both sexy as hell, too. But they all knew the score without speaking of it. Her company fell silent during their private elevator ride.

The suite turned out to be as posh as she expected. Everything was first-rate. The couch set was big enough to hold a party all on its own, and in fact, it did. To the left, Asami and Katie stretched out on top of one another, naked and kissing, thighs intertwined to grind together teasing at each other's sex. It would have looked good on camera, but there was nothing performative about it. To the right, Rose lay naked and gorgeous, shimmering with sweat. One hand reached down to play with her pussy, stained with dabs of white. She seemed almost dazed with bliss except for the way her eyes tracked the action at the center of the couch.

Brooke rode Kyle in a reverse cowgirl, her naked body on display for the newcomers without a care in the world. She seemed every bit as blissed out as Rose and more, riding up and down on the thick cock of the man behind her. Kyle's hands on her hips guided her motion and her rhythm. Taking in the sight a moment longer, it was clear Brooke was totally lost to the pleasures he gave. She moaned, she whimpered, and she kept rising and falling for more.

Brooke bent forward, as if heeding some silent command, allowing Kyle to see the newcomers. He seemed a little swept away by passion, but no enough to lose track of his surroundings. Shannon grinned. It meant he could watch and keep fucking as she slipped out of her dress, swaying and unconsciously showing off her curves.

"Mmmh! Yes! Fuck me, yes!" Brooke whined. Kyle came off the couch to get aggressive, which left Brooke bent over and taking it. As if he'd hit a plateau and couldn't linger any longer, Kyle fucked the hell out of Brooke with the sight of Shannon in her purple lace panties and bra beyond her.

Shannon sensuously pulled her bra off her full, glorious breasts. Brooke yelped and pleaded as Kyle fucked her even harder. Seeing the effect she had, Shannon only teased the fall of her panties, gently tugging downward and swaying with practiced skill. The show might not have been for Brooke specifically, but the results gave Kyle the last push necessary to send his partner over the edge. He held Brooke up in her bent-over stance as she shook and gasped through a hard climax.

A hand stroked Shannon's back, from shoulder to the lace over her hip. "We'll take care of her." Given the show and her role in it, Shannon had all but forgotten Miranda and Angela, but now they stepped out from her either side, also wearing only lingerie. The two gorgeous women came to Kyle, helping Brooke ease away from him and guiding her to another of the couches. Kyle stood naked in front of Shannon, watching and waiting. He was slick with sweat. That incredible tool was slick with more.

She sauntered forward. "I like a man who knows he's wanted and doesn't get cocky about it."

"You okay?" he asked softly once they were close enough to touch. More than close enough for touch.

"Maybe more than I should be. I don't want to think about it." She pushed him back gently, putting him on the couch again, and sank to her knees between his legs. "I want to forget. I want you to make me forget."

She tasted plenty of Brooke on his cock. In a rush of awareness, she thought she tasted more than her alone. The fucked-out blissful look on Rose's face seemed to support that idea. Hyper-aware or not, she savored every sensory input instead of pondering it. She tasted his women and she tasted him, inhaling and sucking as she went down on him.

She'd missed this. She missed the decadence and the intimacy and even the joy and excitement of perversion, if it really was that. Kyle groaned and sank back as she gave him her best blowjob. She liked pleasing him—liked it even more than she'd expected.

Plenty of things here made no sense: the tournament, or the money he had just to walk into the game, or all the girls, or how he could quite obviously keep them all satisfied like this. It didn't explain how the cock in her mouth felt so good...though maybe that explained the satisfied women. Shannon felt really god damn good right now.

A little voice in her head assured her it would all make sense. She went with it.

* * *

He had girlfriends to his left and to his right. He had devotion and trust and plain, unadulterated, fuck-me-now fun with two others. He had a body and a cock that wouldn't quit on any of them, along with safety and now the end of his concerns about money. All that, and now a blowjob from a pornstar from his fantasies with the clear interest in more than just tonight.

His questions fell away. After all they'd been through, after every objection and every concern was met and assuaged, his life was still full of this. Kyle felt like a king, or perhaps something much better. The mouth working his cock kept him from trying to think of a better word. He relaxed and enjoyed it. The only other things that mattered were his gratitude and affection...or something more.

"Xin?" he thought.

"Fuck. Kyle. Mmh," his psychic girlfriend moaned. She knew his thoughts, of course. Even immersed in sensual overload like he was, she knew. "Say it."

"I love you, Xin," he told her silently.

"I love you, too, Kyle. Completely. This isn't just a vacation anymore. I love you. And...it's not just me."

Another body loomed in over him, naked, tanned, gorgeous. Angela leaned in with her hair lightly brushing his shoulder. "Hey. Don't move. Don't stop. I wanted to tell you something in just this sort of moment," she said. He turned to her, his body still preoccupied with Shannon working his dick and her hands caressing his groin. Angela's intimate, mischievous grin threw an extra skip into his already thumping heart. "I love all this. I love this lifestyle," she said, caressing Shannon's head. "I'm in love with you, Kyle. All of you."

She kissed him deeply. Shannon kept sucking, all the way down to the base just to improve the rush of the moment. Angela pulled away before he could draw her in further. "Fuck me later, lover. Anytime you want. Asami-style, even." She winked. "Meantime I'm gonna enjoy some of this."