Alien Vacation Ch. 13

[You know... if you really trust me, it may be more fun than you think.]

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The reach of Xin's awareness spread throughout the station, quickly sorting and discarding each mind she discovered on queries of gender, openness, and emotional state. No one sensed her presence. Work continued as normal, even for those who passed through her initial search.

They didn't notice her additional queries, either: Do you like sex? Do you like sex with men? If all is safe, would you let go? It all flew past, unheard and unfelt, even by those who unconsciously answered "yes" to all while thinking of other things, resulting in far deeper and more probing questions.

"Suspect appeared visibly intoxicated. He agreed to a breathalyzer test, which registered a .12 BAC reading. When asked again if he had been drinking, the suspect asked if I knew who he was and who his father was." Cori hit the save icon at the top of her desktop and rubbed her eyes. A stray glance at the office window across from her desk confirmed she looked as tired as she felt. With her blonde hair pulled back into the short, tight bun for her patrol shift, nothing obstructed her face. She wasn't thirty yet, but right now she felt eighty.

Cori didn't have much longer to go on this shift. She might well have only gotten started on this whole mess with the movie studio bigshot's son tearing up the street while drunk off his ass only an hour past noon. It seemed obvious he'd get lawyered up, but a plea deal to hush things up might not be her only outcome. The rich punk was already shouting about going after her badge.

Once up on a time, she'd thought about going into movies. More than a few people said she had the chops for acting, and the looks, too. She blew it all off. LA had no shortage of wannabe actresses. Police work seemed like a more stable career path. As it turned out, she still got to deal with industry bullshit after all.

She needed to unwind. Relax. Banish all this stress, and maybe work all the kinks out of her muscles. Yes, I could use some good sex right now, she thought in response to some stray idea in the back of her mind. Naturally, Cori considered stepping on that thought, but stopped herself—consciously, this time.

Her mind turned in pleasant directions. Inappropriate to work, but entirely private and harmless. The mental path was easier than she'd have thought, drawing a rolling sensation of desire at her core. She liked it. She wanted more.

What if the real thing was here right now? came the thought, unbidden and seeming from nowhere but completely welcome. No baggage, no consequences. Just some hot stranger and a guarantee of getting away with it...what if it was real?

"Hey, George," called Matt as he passed in front of her desk. "You know roll call is in like five minutes, right? Don't get wrapped up in anything."

"Relax, it's just a phone call," said the other patrol officer, waving him off.

Cori ignored them both. She vaguely knew they were kind of assholes, but they had their friends here, too. She didn't get into department politics. Private thoughts had her full attention, anyway. Private, erotic thoughts, and the delicious way they made her feel...and the certainty behind each time she said "yes" in her mind.

The best dick you'll ever have...the best you'll ever feel...no consequence...no risk... you will be rewarded, too...

The process took less than a minute. All she needed to do was keep answering with "yes."

Cori locked her computer and got out of her chair.

The pleasant haze around her mind assured her privacy from others, too. No one noticed her as she left. No one knew how horny she was. Within the few seconds it took to cross and leave the office, she was fully aroused. By the time she made it down the stairs, she felt like a bitch in heat. Perversely, Cori liked that thought. She liked the perversion of it, too.

He stepped out of the storage room on the bottom floor, not far from the exit. God, he was hot. A random passerby might only see an ordinary guy in sweats and a t-shirt. Cori knew better. She knew his name and knew she could trust him with anything, including every dirty thing they both wanted right now. Kyle was walking sex, here to fuck her. His simple sweats and t-shirt fit their priorities. Together they walked down the hall unnoticed by anyone else to Interview Room Three and closed the door behind them. They didn't need to worry about the lock.

Kyle kissed her once, hands reaching up to caress her neck and assure safety and consideration if anything felt wrong. She understood it without a word, and consented by kissing back. She wanted this.

When he spun her around and bent her over the table, she wanted that, too. She wanted that fierce grip at her clothes as he unfastened her pants and tugged them down. She wanted to be bared for him, hot and wet and vulnerable. She wanted to be taken and fucked.

The cock that penetrated her wet cunt from behind forced every part of her mind to shut down or devote itself to sex. Sensation and penetration consumed her every shred of awareness. Kyle drew back and pushed in again, blowing her mind with each stroke. A few more thrusts had her almost face-down on the table and moaning in surrender. His hands went to work unbuckling her gear belt and unbuttoning her shirt, discarding everything with a contempt that thrilled her.

Clothes and gear didn't matter anymore. Her badge didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the ecstasy it sent through Cori's body and her mind by that relentless cock, thrusting into her over and over.

"Oh fuck... oh god... so deep... nnf!" He thrust into her again and again, threatening to give her a meltdown already. Cori bit down on her fist and loved it.

"Go ahead and be loud," Kyle grunted, steadily fucking her through his words. "Nobody's gonna notice. We're safe." Driven deep inside her, Kyle paused to tug her undershirt over her head and free the clasp of her bra with one hand. The feel of his grip around her full breasts exhilarated Cori. It got even better when that cock inside her resumed the pace.

Cori gasped in surrender to whorish urges and savored every second.

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"How was your long weekend, Hirata?" George kept his voice down as he passed her seat in the briefing room, but didn't hide a drop of his venom.

"Awesome, actually. How are your fingers?" Asami smiled back at him.

George only sneered and kept walking to his seat at a row ahead of hers. Trailing behind him, Matt muttered, "Fucking cunt."

"That's all you've got? Really?" she snorted.

"What's going on with you and those guys?" asked Pedro, seated beside her.

"I got in the way of them trying to abuse a suspect last week," Asami murmured. "That, and they both have chronic ruptured asshole syndrome."

Thankfully, Pedro laughed and left it at that. Asami had her mind on other matters as roll call got together for her shift. The watch commander was present, along with a couple of detectives and a prosecutor from the city attorney's office. The latter didn't really need to be here, but he was in the building and got a psychic nudge to attend. He wasn't the only one.

[It's taking a little more than a nudge, but I've got that reporter from the LA times on the way,] Xin told her. [I had to push the sergeant to suggest they come watch the briefing for background on her interview.]

[She'll have her cell phone camera going?] Asami asked.

[Of course.]

[And the Internal Affairs guys?]

[Right around the corner. They'll be here, and nobody will notice them walking in.] Xin kept her telepathic "voice" steady, but Asami was distantly aware of the energy overload Kyle provided with Cori downstairs. [I could bring half the station in here right now and nobody would think it was weird. Might help me burn off some of the excess.]

[Nah, don't want to crowd out the view.] Asami wanted to sink into everything Kyle and Cori provided, too, but she kept it walled off. She didn't want to get distracted now. Besides, she was looking forward to this.

Asami sat back and waited through the usual opening chores. Sergeant Bradley had the podium, giving updates and reminders. It was all normal stuff apart from the higher-than-normal number of onlookers who didn't need to be present. A broad, subtle psychic nudge from Xin made sure no one paid too much attention to that factor.

With a little more psychic pressure at Asami's guidance, Xin made sure the rest fell into place.

"One last note before we move on to our next item," Sergeant Bradley went on. "We're seeing a downward trend on a lot of reported crime. Now, that fits a national trend, but I like to think we keep that going with aggressive police work and keeping dirtbags off the street. In particular, I wanted to recognize a couple of officers on our watch who have led the way in arrests and convictions for heroin for several months. Matt, George, come on up here for a second."

The pair glanced at one another with mild surprise. Scattered notes of approval and good-natured jokes from the crowd followed them up, though not everyone looked happy. Alert already and with Xin's help, Asami could tell who had misgivings about the pair of officers. She could also tell how many in the room took it all at face value. A handful even pulled out their cell phones to record the moment.

Asami waited until they were up on the proverbial stage with all eyes watching. [Now.]

Xin already knew everything she needed from a cursory scan of Matt and George's minds. She gave Matt a telepathic push, brief and simple. He would think it no more than an impulse of his own mind. Matt reached into his back pocket to pull out his own cell phone for a joke about taking a selfie.

Along with the phone, the motion brought a small plastic bag out of his pocket and let it drop on the floor. A dozen pairs of eyes glanced down at the innocuous object, only to realize it wasn't innocuous at all.

Everything stopped.

"What is that?" asked the detective to one side of the podium.

"What?" asked Matt. He turned, looked at it, and froze for a critical second. Beside him, George looked at the baggie with wide-eyed shock and reflexively patted his own pockets. Plenty of others in the room noticed. The clever excuse Matt had planned in case he was ever caught with the drugs blanked out in his mind.

"Did you bust someone on the way to work and forget to turn it in?" Bradley asked darkly. "Or file an arrest report?"

"I mean, uh..." Matt began.

"Hey, how many of your arrests have come from that exact same bag of heroin?" Asami wondered out loud.

The room fell silent.

"Alright, stop this," said one detective. "Shut off the cameras."

"I'm sorry, which cameras?" asked the reporter, holding her cell phone. "Who are you talking to? Why would you want the cameras off?"

"Guys, you're freaking out, it's coffee creamer," Matt began. He reached over to pick it up.

"Leave it," said the detective from IA. "Leave it right there." He looked to Matt's partner. "George? Do you have anything in your pockets?"

[Let's drive it home,] Asami suggested. She felt Xin push one more time.

"What?" George scoffed. "It's a little leverage, so what? Everyone does it. They're all dirtbags, anyway, like the Sarge said." Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, George turned another shade paler. He hadn't meant to be so honest. He also didn't find the approval he was looking for among the rest of his co-workers.

"No, George," said the detective from IA. He carefully picked up the baggie with a handkerchief from his pocket. "Not everyone does this. I think we need to have a talk in private."

[Yeah, this is gonna stick,] Xin assured Asami. [I don't have to push anymore. They're screwed.]

[Good.] Asami sat back in her chair, still with questions about how many sympathized with Matt and George and how many others really did pull the same stuff. With any luck, the pair would spill their guts to cut their sentences. Knowing Xin's limitations, Asami didn't want to push her alien friend for more.

Instead of pushing, she asked Xin to pull back the psychic wall between herself and her partner downstairs. Asami could hold a straight face through the rest of the briefing with Xin's help. No need to let a good ride go to waste.

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Cori no longer thought about her job. She didn't think about where she was or her last arrest or the rest of her day. She thought only about getting fucked.

The pleasures of that cock penetrating her over and over and the man who held her in place to take it consumed every bit of conscious thought. Kyle held her immobilized with his wrist behind her upper arms. His other hand came around her jaw to tilt her head back. The pace of his thrusts were fierce and relentless, filling her with steel-hard flesh almost too big for her to handle. Her inner thighs were already sopping wet after his assault made her come twice.

Her breasts bounced with each slam of his hips into her ass. She grunted and moaned and loved it all. Cori had never been taken like this, and would have rejected the thought with indignation if it had ever been proposed. Instead, her path here guided her into enthusiastic consent and unlocked desires she had never explored.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the interrogation room mirror. They were lewd together, rutting without inhibition. This wasn't how she ever thought of herself before, but god, she felt beautiful now. She loved it.

She wasn't the only one. Cori's every thought, sensation, and emotion laid open for Kyle. He rode the highs of thrusting every inch of his dick into her welcoming cunt and the power trip of the moment. He also felt the depths of her pleasures as she experienced them, from the sway of her tits to the thrills of giving in to her sluttiest emotions.

It felt too good to stop. Even when he came, flooding Cori's womb with pump after pump of hot cum and sending her on another breathless meltdown, he couldn't stop. Xin refreshed everything their bodies required. Kyle fucked her more, and Cori loved him for it.

[I'll hold this room for us all day if you want.] Xin's message caressed his mind without breaking his immersion. [All night, too. I'm even happier than you are. We both are.]

[Good.] He kept fucking her.

[Cori is the monogamy and two-point-five kids type. Don't worry about letting her down easy. She'll look back on this with joy, but she won't yearn or be sad. I've made sure of that. She'll get all the usual rewards, too. In the meantime, she's more than happy to be your slut for as long as you want.]

He grunted. Gasped. Fucked. [I think I like the "brute force" approach.]

[Yeah?] Xin taunted.

[It's amazing.]

[Cori thinks so, too. As much as she understands, anyway. And so do I. Take your time.]

[And...Asami?] he wondered.

Xin didn't answer right away. Whether it was seconds or minutes, Kyle didn't know and didn't care. Cori had his full attention to the point of blurring time. Regardless, the answer came when Asami stepped inside and closed the door behind herself. Even then, Kyle didn't stop. Asami watched with an approving grin.

"Thank you for all this," she said. "For everything."

"It's done?" he grunted.

"All finished."

[I may have burned off some excess energy by making sure people who deserved a break got one here today,] Xin added. [Couldn't help myself. I knew it would mean a lot to you. I can't make a habit of it, but today, the cops get everything right and everyone who should go free will.]

"Yeah, I'll be thinking a lot about what happens after today," said Asami.

"After?" Kyle grunted. The woman in his arms and on his dick swayed on the edge of conscious thought. He slowed, but hadn't stopped.

"Having some thoughts about this job and our lifestyle." She stepped in close, slipping beside Cori to get in close with a grin. "I've got to go run my shift today, though. It's still my job. Have fun without me, okay?"

"Asami," Kyle murmured. A thought pushed through the haze of pleasure and power that had him enraptured. He didn't know how to articulate it, but he could project the way he felt into Asami's mind. She shuddered hard with that same shared pleasure, and it wasn't just the physical echo this time. She knew everything he felt... and how he felt about it: his love for her, the thrills and irresistible pleasures he'd found with this direct telepathy approach. All of it.

"I want more of this," he said, slowly thrusting again and sinking back into dominance and sensual reward. "I don't want to stop."

"Good." Asami kissed him deeply. "Because this is your job now, and your harem is here to help."

With that goodbye, Asami left. Cori and Kyle stayed a while longer. Her shift was over, and he was on vacation.

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Hope you like this! Life has been busy for me lately, and I'm still working, but I wanted to get some stories out for all my readers stuck at home in all this madness. Please take all of this seriously, and please take care. I have more to write soon with Divine, Bottles, and more in this series, along with a couple of ideas for story forks off of Vacation.

Thank you for reading, and for all your comments and feedback. As always, I LOVE to hear from readers. Please don't be shy! I'll try to post again soon.