Alien Vacation Ch. 14

Part 14: Permanent vacation syndrome spreads!

Hi all,

Not a huge chapter here but I felt like adding something of an epilogue or "end for now" sort of thing. Will there be more? Eventually, maybe. I have several story irons in the fire right now. This one is minimal plot, mostly character development and sexy fun. As I've warned before, I like to keep my Literotica writing focused on the sex and fun.

As an aside: the "cop" developments here were in my brain from Asami's first appearance, long before the summer of 2020, but um... well, those events sure didn't give me any second thoughts.

Story tags up front: alien, telepathy, consent, male dominant, group sex, mind control, cop, lingerie, blowjob, public sex.

Asami patrolled as assigned. She kept her eyes out and listened for calls on the radio, and did the job...but throughout the first hour, she wondered if her heart was really in it anymore.

It wasn't the wild turns of the last few days. It wasn't the new lovers, the new fortune, or the new home waiting for her to move in, to say nothing of the alien revelations. Those all played a major role in her feelings, of course. Her body still felt amazing. Xin made her energetic and alert even with her mind wandering and her spirits a little low.

The psychic aid and recent adventures only revealed what was already there, and what already bothered her. Asami knew that. She still worried all the shiny new wonders might be in the way of a clear-headed decision. Her patrol car rolled through the street, past a strip mall to one side and small office buildings on the other. The radio stayed quiet. Her mind reached out elsewhere, thanks to a little ready aid. "Xin?"

[Yes?]

"Always there, huh?" Though their connection was telepathic, Asami spoke out loud. It felt a little more normal and she was alone in her car, anyway.

[I'm not as close or constant with you as I am with Kyle, but I'll always be here when you ask for me.]

"Thanks. The others, too, right? Can I...talk to Angela?" Then Asami frowned. "I guess that means it won't be completely private, will it? Does that bother you?"

[You mean if you want to focus on her and not me? No, I'm not bothered. I can read your moods, Asami. I get it. There's nothing wrong with needing to relate to another human. Also, I'm not snooping, but I can't help picking up some of your thoughts when we interact. It's how I'm built, you might say. I can sense some of your conflict. I don't want to persuade you in any direction, but I want you to know I'll support whatever you decide. I adore you, Asami.]

She knew Xin meant more than "adore," but also knew the alien read her every mood. Some conversations could wait. The sentiment was there. "Thank you, Xin."

[Hey, I can work through things at lightspeed and help you do the same. That's all my psychic seduction stuff really is. I only let people work to conscious consent or not. But sometimes it's best if you talk things through, right? Anyway, you won't be interrupting Angela. All you have to do is call for her.]

Instantly, Asami understood the "network" Xin laid out for her. "Lightspeed, huh?" Asami murmured. She took a breath. "Hey, Angela?"

"Huh? Hi! Wow." Angela laughed out loud at herself. Asami saw her in a bedroom in front of a mirror, and then realized she was seeing through Angela's eyes. Angela wore a blue tank top and white shorts, her lush brown hair with highlights glowing like the rest of her. Asami's new girlfriend was super hot even in casual mode. Some of that might have been Xin's favors, but she had been a knockout even before the alien sex came along.

"Still not used to this," Angela continued. Like Asami, she spoke aloud, but they connected purely by telepathy. "Are you at work?"

"Yeah, I'm on patrol. Kyle's off on his own. Where are you? At home?"

"For now, yeah. Packing up some stuff to take back to Chateau d'Orgy." The quip made Asami laugh out loud, but she didn't miss a beat of the conversation. "Thinking about things I actually want and what I don't really care about. It all hits differently when I think about the new digs...and the new bank account, not gonna lie. But with all that, and with how the new place is stocked with better stuff than mine, I'm having thoughts about what to keep."

Asami nodded along, turning a corner in her patrol car and watching the street without losing a shred of awareness. "I haven't given it much thought yet, but it's popped up in the back of my mind, too."

"Not saying I'm gonna go minimalist, but I look at keepsakes and clothes and books I want to keep, and then I see other stuff that might never come out of storage again. There's moving in with a new partner and then there's all this, right? Anyway, that's just my preoccupation. You're the one who had an agenda today. How did that go? Did it work out?"

"Worked out fine, I guess." Asami sighed.

"Doesn't sound thrilling."

"That's just it. I think they're busted, and they're probably done, but only because Xin and I made sure their bullshit couldn't go ignored...and even then, I don't know if it'll really matter. That's the real problem. It's not just those jerks. I keep rolling this around in my head because everything's so crazy all of the sudden with you and the others and Xin, but none of that changes my job or the people I work with. I'm not sure I want to be a cop anymore."

She didn't hear an immediate response from Angela. She could still see Angela's vision as the other woman looked around her room. The view revealed good taste on a humble budget. "Okay, so... have ever had a friend ask if they should dump their boyfriend, and you didn't want to say one way or another, because what if they disagree, and now they know how you really feel about him?"

"Oh my god," Asami laughed. It was appalling, embarrassing, and yet she totally got it. "Yes. Wow. Is that how this is?"

"I mean I doubt you went through all the crap of that job based on a want ad."

"No, I didn't. But it's been slowly building for a long time and now it's bigger than ever. Is it weird if I quit? In the middle of this, with all the new money and all of you?"

"I'm quitting my job tomorrow," Angela laughed. "I'm gonna do the two weeks or something close, because I like my co-workers. I might do more modeling or party gigs if they sound good, but at this point it's only for fun. You don't need the money. Why would you quitting be weird?"

"Because like you said, I went through all the crap to get here. Am I jumping ship just as soon as something good comes along? Will I regret it?"

"Asami, how many people wish they had something come along so they could bail on their shitty jobs? You did the work. You don't owe any of them anything. And if they're all assholes, fuck 'em."

"You seem pretty ready with that answer," said Asami.

"Yeah, and I'm also too honest when someone asks about dumping their boyfriend." They both laughed. "You're the only cop I've ever liked, Asami. I figured you must be okay if Kyle hooked up with you and Xin liked you, but past that it's mostly bad experiences? Even the ones who helped us with my ex-boyfriend had a bad vibe. Pretty Xin helped steer them in the right directions."

[Yes.] The presence seemed almost embarrassed. [Sorry, I felt Angela "reaching" for me with that. I'll go now.] Both women laughed with her psychic "exit."

"So, the real question, then, is what do I do instead?" wondered Asami. "I've always had a job. I know I can afford not to now, but that feels kinda...weird? Isn't it?"

"Y'know, I've only traveled a little, but I always heard people in most of the rest of the world don't identify themselves with their jobs. Maybe we could try that," said Angela.

"Gonna take some effort for me," said Asami. "But I knew you were quitting. That's why I wanted to talk."

"You could do what I'm planning to do. Other than the modeling and party gigs."

"What's that?"

"Professional girlfriend." Angela smirked in the mirror when Asami didn't respond instantly. "What? I've got like five of you now, plus whatever other screwing around I do. This is starting to feel like a full-time job. Don't tell me you don't like being horny and hot nonstop."

"More like I'm wondering if you read my mind," said Asami.

* * *

Kyle and Cori had a very good time together, even if they didn't speak much. The hard, naked fucking in the conference room made up for any lack of icebreaking. That only happened with the telepathy, of course. Telepathy made up for gaps, too. It made up for a lot of things. It made for going from complete strangers to bending her over the table and fucking her within mere minutes.

Relentless pleasure had them almost hypnotized. Every time Kyle thought about talking to her or moving on, the slide of his cock into her welcoming pussy distracted him. Her naked body on the table distracted him, too. She was fit and hot. Cori had much the same problem, opening her mouth to speak only to gasp or groan. They had already gotten off more than once, yet he wasn't even tired, and Cori was glad.

All of his problems were pretty awesome.

[Mmm, that's the spirit.]

"Thank you for this. For everything," Kyle replied, though mostly in his mind. Cori didn't notice the huffed, partial words from his mouth. Xin understood perfectly.

[Thank you. Always. Confession time? If it's hot?]

He kept thrusting, savoring Cori's body just as she savored his. "Huh?"

[I might've been wrong about Cori's long-term thoughts... or maybe you're changing her mind with all this dick.] As usual, sex had her telepathic "voice" heavy with pleasure, too. [She is starting to think slutting it up like this might beat her monogamy and family ideas.]

"That a hint?"

[There's more to say...but you should remember the wildest, hardest stuff we ever do will only be with consent. I'll only put someone under our power because they love it...like now.]

His final orgasm finally approached. He could feel Cori start to spasm in anticipation. It was one more benefit of his powers. "Fuck! Unh!" she whined, and then cried out when his cock unleashed its first hard spurt within her. Cori threw her head back and shook in time with every heavy pulse that left Kyle gasping, too.

He rode it out and pumped away freely. They didn't have to worry about the noise, or the mess. His psychic lover took care of all that. Xin took care of a lot of things, all as part of the deal that made him her lifelong vacation partner. Feeling good was perhaps his share of the deal. He loved her for it.

[Love you, too,] Xin said in agreement to that thought. While he settled from orgasm and Cori panted and bathed in the euphoria of his altered semen, Xin could let him in on the rest without distracting him from the heights of sex. [Let's just say Asami isn't the only one with big second thoughts about her job. Cori's gonna have a lot of free time on her hands once she finds out what happened upstairs. Final straw, y'know?]

"Oh. Yeah," Kyle breathed. "How's all that going?"

[Ugly, and going to get uglier. A lot of stuff is going to fall out of this, and I have to fight the urge to push and make even more fall out. This was a big exception to my rules about interfering with humanity. I don't regret it, but I also can't do more than I have.]

[What I can do, however, is reward a new partner like I always do, and that opens up some new options for Cori here.] From the tone of her words, Xin found that a much easier topic. [The results open up some options for her to follow her likely instinct to take a walk while all the corruption falls out.]

"You sure? If she changed her mind about the family stuff..."

[That's a little more in the vein of things she had never considered. She didn't know she could ever get fucked like this...or make a career out of it.]

"A career?" Kyle blinked.

[They don't all have to be committed lovers to have fun with us. Cori isn't really into women, but she has voyeur leanings I could unlock and enhance and there'd be zero jealousy. Remember what I said about wanting a sexy butler?]

Cori laid in a sweaty, blissful mess in front of him. Her eyes drifted open in wonder at him and shut again to savor her euphoria. Still filled with his length as well as his release, Cori felt good on his cock, and in his power... to both of them. Xin opened a slight window into Cori's emotions and her bleary, pleasure-filled thoughts to let Kyle know just how much.

She would still feel that way once her blurry dreams and wants settled into coherent thoughts. Xin may have planted a fantasy or two, but it was Cori who embraced them. "Work" with better conditions and rewards in every way, wonderful people, and constant fun? For a hot boss who would fuck her out of her mind like this? Where could she sign up and how fast?

Cori liked romance. Cori liked this more. A lot more.

He thought about Xin's first impressions and how those changed. He also thought about expectations. Even if his "sex work" for Xin turned into love, that didn't have to be the same for everyone, and it didn't have to be a limit, either. "We'll take care of her? She can move on easily if her feelings change?"

[Yes. Happily, on all counts. She wants this, Kyle. You like it, too.]

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." In fact, he loved it.

Kyle glanced around the room with a more immediate need. Xin had incredible control over his body and those of his partners, but they still had their needs. Seeing the solution in reach, he gently withdrew from Cori, drawing another little roll of his eyes and a soft breath with that one last slide of his cock.

Cori's euphoria continued, most strongly in her sex but having spread throughout her body. A few minutes passed before she returned to her awareness of the room around her and her partner, even though the physical rewards continued on. She found herself naked and sweaty, lying on her back on the conference room table. Kyle stood over her, already dressed, smiling and holding out a cup of water from the cooler in the corner.

"Oh my god," she murmured in wonder. Glistening with sweat, Cori virtually peeled herself off the table as she sat up and gulped down the little cup. Several more lined the table beside her. She gulped another one and looked back at him. "That was unbelievable."

"Thank you," said Kyle.

She knew his name was Kyle. She knew him without knowing all the details. She knew he had power. She knew she was safe, and that she trusted him. She knew she wanted more of whatever this was. So much more.

"Don't worry about any mess," said Kyle. The sex had gotten wet in more ways than one. "It'll all evaporate on its own. No one will notice. No one will notice you on your way out unless you want them to, either. Take your time."

Cori understood. Her uniform was scattered around the floor. She didn't think she could get dressed just now, let alone walk, and that felt amazing.

"If you want more, you'll know where to find me," Kyle told her with a warm confidence that threatened to rev her up all over again. "If you want a whole lifestyle of this, it's yours for the taking."

"I'm not sure I can call that an 'if,'" she answered breathlessly.

Kyle just smiled, warm and welcoming, and walked out of the room. He left her naked, well-fucked, throbbing with pleasure, and safe...and already eager to repay it all, and eager for more.

* * *

He walked out of the station feeling pleasantly drained, but not tired. The release of tension and all the rewards of such a good time left him perfectly happy to walk a bit rather than finding a lift from a phone app or Xin's help. In the back of his mind, she made a sort of pleased rumble. Though he could talk to her anytime, she seemed contented to process the rush of power his fling with Cori gave her at the moment.

Given the plan for the station, Kyle had only worn sweats and a loose t-shirt. His wallet and his phone were all he needed. He didn't even have his keys. Technically, other than the clothes, he didn't even really need what he did have.

[If it wasn't for all the cameras in your society, you wouldn't even need the clothes.] Xin's psychic murmur came with an affectionate stroke through his body, but she wasn't trying to persuade him into anything.

Smiling, Kyle walked on. Once he came out of the residential blocks and onto the busier street, business signs reminded him of his hunger. Fast food would work, but the restaurant in the hotel not far down the road would be better. He made the walk, drifted in, and soon settled into a booth seat. It was a nice place.

Kyle had spent most of the past few nights in one hotel or another, having one great time after another. At this point, he loved hotels.

"Afternoon, welcome," said the waiter, a guy close to Kyle's age. He handed over the menu. "Start you off with anything?"

Xin piped up again in the back of his mind to request specific drinks entirely for biochemical reasons. Kyle grinned. "This might sound weird, but could I get water, a Coke, and a rum and Coke?"

"No worries. It'll be right up."

Xin passed along her desire for more mushrooms and protein when he picked up the menu, but otherwise settled back into silence. This "afterglow" thing from her was a little new, but she seemed happy and alert when needed. She also knew how to give him space even while sharing his biology and his mind.

While he was comfortable with his permanent companion, Kyle hadn't had much "alone" time even apart from Xin. Other than some short trips on his motorcycle, the last week or so had been one fling after another, one lover after another. He liked that a lot and saw no reason to change, and he was also happy to have several lovers only a thought away. But he was glad for the chance to stop and breathe.

Normally, Kyle didn't like eating alone. His courier job led to a lot of it while he was out on the road all day. He tended to pull out his phone to occupy himself and also to keep from looking awkwardly alone. Oh god, I've barely even looked at my phone for days, Kyle thought. Wonder what's going on with everyone?

The waiter returned as Kyle pulled the phone from his pocket, delivering his drinks and taking Kyle's lunch order. That left Kyle to catch up while he waited and ate. He had seen headlines a few times during his adventures, but he hadn't checked in with his closer circles. The private chat forums had plenty of traffic, with a little more on top of that on wider social media.

That D&D game he missed on the night he met Xin sounded hilarious. Lisa had an interview coming up at a studio. Doug got yelled at for the boss's mistake. Kelly had a fandom shitpost go viral. Lori's car was dying. Matt went on a funny rant about Star Trek captains. Jeff tagged him with a photo of his dog, whom Kyle adored.

Life had gone on without him. He found the direct message sent from Lisa yesterday: "How are you doing?" If Lisa was asking, so was Matt, and the rest of his crew knew about his breakup with Melanie and his move to the studio apartment.

This would take some explaining. Obviously, Xin was top secret, but the rest wasn't anything he wanted to hide. He just didn't know where to start: the part where he quit his job and moved into a huge house in the hills, or the part with the five hot girlfriends? Granted, only four were here at the moment, because the porn star was still in Vegas...

"Here you go," said the waiter, delivering his mushroom cheeseburger and fries. It looked like a lot of food, but Kyle burned through calories differently than most folks now. It went to much more productive uses.

With his eyes up to thank the waiter, Kyle noticed a few more customers in the restaurant. A small group in business casual took up a couple of tables, looking like some corporate delegation on a trip and fresh out of their meeting or conference or whatever. They seemed happy to relax. A blonde in a grey and white skirt suit stood out, mid-thirties and with a confident air. She wasn't the only pretty one in the mixed group, but her casual scan of the room met his.