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Closer Encounters (MF, si-fi)
by Brian Foster (c) 1995
Based on "Alien" and "Aliens"
Three dreamers, and one to whom dreaming was an abstract theory, rested
in
individual protective cocoons within the heavy military transport,
Sulaco, hurtling through space on its return path to Earth.
An observer on the control deck would have seen only the brightest
stars
through the ghostly blue corona surrounding the ship, emitted as a
byproduct of the Hyperdrive unit. Occasionally a star came close enough
that appreciable movement in its position could be seen in a few minutes
at the speed they were travelling.
This was a far cry from the way the very first interstellar settlers
had
departed Earth, in slow-moving spaceborne cities knowing they wouldn't
live to see their chosen world. Their Children or even Grandchildren
would finally arrive and start a life initially no better than that they
had left.
The discovery of Hyperdrive techniques reduced the once interminable
voyage
to a few months, and Hypersleep reduced this further, to a few minutes
of dreams. The floating cities were evacuated barely a decade after
departure, and left to drift as they weren't economic to upgrade.
The technology surrounding the dreamers was the last thing on their
minds.
The thoughts of all three were very similar, even if their philosophies
weren't. A mixture of relief at escape from raw horror, sadness, anger
at the unnecessary deaths of friends, and apprehension for the future.
The last thing that went through Ripleys mind before enforced sleep
overtook
her was that a formal inquiry awaited them when they got back, her
second, and this time the facts couldn't be papered over. Those smug
Interstellar Company heads who had presided over her sham hearing
couldn't cover this one so easily. They weren't talking about a few
freighter jockeys with few or no family ties to Earth this time, it was
all except two of an entire colony and a squad of troopers. All recorded
in full color by the Sulacos automatic recorders, with three other
undeniable witnesses to back her up in case the tapes were "erased".
Newts thoughts were of her lost family and friends. She hoped that
Ripley
and not her never-seen relatives on Earth could adopt her. Occasionally
her peaceful expression in the Hypersleep chamber became tense at
flashbacks of the losing battle by her Colony against the Aliens,
followed by weeks of utmost silence to keep the nightmare away. She also
had a measure of guilt to contend with...
Hicks, ever the soldier, was predictably thinking of his next posting.
His
Corporals badge would matter little to the battle-hardened hombres he
would be slotted into. He would have to pierce their initial distrust of
the newcomer in their midst with hard work and action to earn their
respect, the way he had with Apone, Vasquez, Drake, Hudson "the
loudmouth" and the others, now all dead.
Dead in action, as they'd all been prepared to go. But under the
command of
a freshman with a single combat mission under his belt, a Lieutenant at
that, who froze at the crunch. Where the hell did an inexperienced
Lieutenant come from in this Mercenary army? Something stank. He had the
feeling they'd been fed to those goddamned... Things! For live
specimens, as Burke had tried with Newt and Ripley?
Gormans proper course of action would have been to order the return of
their
ammunition and an immediate withdrawal the moment the first part of
Ripleys hitherto unbelieved story was vindicated. Not that taking their
ammo had been necessary in the first place. A "make safe all weapons, no
firing unless attacked" order would have been adequate. Instead, he had
chosen to insult their combat-proven ability.
Money over Men? Preserve the station at all costs? Perhaps his seeming
ignorance was more like following company policy to the letter.
A soldier NEVER officially questions a superior's worthiness of his
rank,
but he wasn't going to rest on this one. He had a measure of rage to
work out as soon as he was able.
For now, sluggish dreams, each moment dragging out for minutes of real
time
while the Ship monitored itself and its fragile occupants.
Several weeks after departing Acheron orbit, an undistinguished yellow
star
appeared directly ahead. This one didn't move aside when the ship
approached, it stayed there, glowing brighter by the minute. Abruptly
the blue hyperdrive corona switched off, leaving the ship almost
stationary about 2 solar system radii away.
Immediately the main drive activated to continue the approach to Earth
at a
more manageable pace, while the Sulaco began transmitting its status and
that of its occupants to the bored Gateway station traffic controllers
and customs people. And several very expectant company officials...
Ripleys first action on waking was to check the ship status panel
opposite.
A prominent green light showed instead of the half-expected yellow
security light. Good, no unexpected surprises to contend with this time.
They were home. She could pick up her promised Flight Officers
certification
and contract and be back plying the freightways. Or she could remain on
Gateway with her new job and raise Newt as her own. Either way, she'd
stay out of the Companys hair so long as they didn't tread on her toes.
She'd seen enough Company property destroyed lately to satisfy her
thirst for revenge, and the coming inquiry would throw a permanent
little spanner in their works.
Ripley detached herself from the Hypersleep monitors and stepped out of
the
protective cocoon. Whether occupied or not, all had opened to release
their waking occupants. She tried to ignore the line of empty
sarcophogii that should have held Hick's vaporized soldiers as she
helped Newt out.
"Wakey wakey, honey. We're home."
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Newt. Time to get up."
"At Earth?"
"Uh, huh."
"Whats Earth like? My parents told me they left because there were too
many
people and it smelled too bad."
"That used to be true, but it's been cleaned up in the last few years.
A lot
of people have left to colonies, like your parents did."
And that was the first good thing the company ever did, she mused. They
made
their money though. The healthiest people were targeted by advertising
encouraging them to move to the colonies. A sizable portion of the
population voluntarily did so to escape the mess, and unwittingly help
expand the Companys empire. In return they strip-mined large parts of
the planet to extract every rock of viable mineral they could find,
planted trees over the holes and pretended they were Earths saviours.
What a joke. The Gaia theorists reckoned Earths environment had been
about to select against mankind, when the Company scientists saw it
coming and acted to save their own skins.
"Do you have a family, down there?"
"A long time ago, yes. I had a daughter about your age." Ripley looked
sad
at the memory. She left her 11 year old daughter, Amy, promising to
return for her 12th Birthday. Instead, she died of old age two years
before Ripley was picked up by a range spanner at the edge of explored
space.
"Did you lose your family, the way I did?"
"I suppose you could say I did. I'll tell you about it another time."
When
the wounds were better healed, she thought.
Newt still looked like she was carrying half of Archerons dirt on her
clothing and body. Brown hair, brown eyes on a fragile looking 11 year
old frame looked back at her from the capsule. Hidden within was enough
strength to survive much worse than she had. Kids have an amazing
ability to recover and deal with bad memories, given time and patience.
Hopefully she wouldn't be plagued by the nightmare, as she had.
Bishop had shut down all nonessential systems to prevent his remaining
vital
fluids escaping from the massive wound he'd sustained. She'd let the
tech boys take care of him, there was nothing she could do.
Ripley paused to admire Hicks. Sleep smoothed the hardened features and
robbed him of his tough Marine outlook, turning him into the handsome
young man he was. For a moment he reminded her of another young man in
another time, before she shook off the memory. Did he have a lady
awaiting his return somewhere? If there was, she was a very very lucky
Woman, she thought.
Ripley and Newt showered together before Ripley scrounged some food for
the
two of them from the automatic dispensers. Yuk - military food - she
felt that every joke she'd ever heard about it was true. Maybe even the
rumours about bromides. Newt didn't grizzle, she'd survived on little
more than raw vitamins during her nightmare sojourn in the bowels of the
Colony.
The two of them strode to the Control deck to watch the final approach
to
Earth and the docking procedures. Newt was spellbound by her first sight
of Earth looming up ahead. The blue-brown globe was about a quarter full
as the Sulaco approached under its own power and guidance.
Even with 60 years evolution in Starship controls, Ripley had
recognized
enough to set the Sulaco on her return journey and bring her in on
automatic. All she had to do was allow the station computer to guide her
in.
On Gateway station, one of the two traffic controllers had just come on
duty
when the Sulaco appeared on monitor. Their job was largely Automatic,
checking remote sensor reports of activity around the system and
alerting Customs to irregularities. They considered themselves almost
outdated, and might have been insulted if they had known how true this
was. As it was, they sometimes barely managed to come up with enough
paperwork and reports to convince management of the need for their job.
The argument that Human backup was needed won the day whenever the job
came up for review, but that wasn't likely to last forever.
Shortly the Sulaco's automatic report arrived. Alice checked it against
the
expected one, and gave a low whistle of disbelief. Eleven missing crew -
wow! There'd be some good gossip today. The normal procedure was to
return military dead to Earth for burial in hibernation to prevent
further decay. That way inquisitive station controllers couldn't tell
the status of the crew. Colonial army death rates were classified
documents.
She had just reported the discrepancy when the two men walked uninvited
into
the cubicle behind her.
"How long until the Sulaco arrives?", an Authoritive voice asked.
She turned to inspect the newcomers. Two men in neatly pressed suits
disdainfully regarded her, a little like how scientist examines an
insect, she felt.
"Thirty minutes.... Do you have permission to be here? This is a
restricted
area."
"We're with Company administration. Is that enough for you?"
The second newcomer strode over to inspect the Electronic report.
"Eleven missing, nothing on the condition of the rest."
The first intruder thought that over, then came to a decision.
"Bring that ship to a halt 10 kilometers away. Do not, I repeat, do
not,
allow a boarding party to enter it, and open a communication line."
"This is highly irregular, can I ask why?", she replied.
"Official company business. If it concerns you, you'll find out about
it.
Now... would you two Ladies step outside for a minute, please?"
"Sir, It's a major breach of regs to leave ship control unattend...."
"I said 'please'. May I remind you that the Company is paying your
wages?
Kindly leave the room."
They recognized a direct order when they heard one. The door closed
behind
them, making a soundproof seal.
"That guy has a very big carrot up his arse" Josie said to Alice. Alice
quietly agreed, and joined her friend in regarding the corridor.
Newt, always the quick one, noticed the pulsing Red "APPROACH HELD"
light
appear before Ripley did.
"Ripley, what does this mean?", she asked.
"Someones held us up." She frowned, unable to think of any reason to do
so.
There wasn't any emergency nearby, and no other ship within a thousand
kilometers.
Static crackled for a moment as a comm screen activated on reception of
the
incoming signal. Blackness, then the face swung into view.
Now what?
"Ripley...." he recognized her. She'd never seen him before. "Do you or
any
of the other three have a.... medical condition?"
"Is that why you stopped us?" She looked incredulous. "Thats for
Customs..."
"Just answer the question, thank you."
What the dickens was going on? This dickhead wasn't anything to do with
traffic control... The Company!
"No, we don't have a sample of your fucking Alien! You can tell your
boss
that the Colony, the Alien ship, everything was destroyed along with
your precious samples. I'll see you at the Inquiry, and I'm going to see
your precious Companys ass fry! You hear me!"
For a timeless moment, outraged and shaking Ripley and a wide eyed
official
stared into each others eyes, before he pulled the plug without another
word.
The two strangers left the cubicle and swept past the bemused
controllers
waiting outside, who shortly released the Sulaco to complete its
docking. They were long gone by the time the Ship arrived.
* * * * * *
Hicks awoke in the Hospital with a start. The movement brought back the
searing pain of multiple acid burns on his forehead and Chest. All he
could see was a few Biomonitor instrument lights and a moving, dimly lit
cloud deck outside the viewport. His first thought was that he had been
left behind in the dark tunnels of Archeron, then he realised he was in
a bed. The clouds were hundreds of kilometers below the orbiting
station. As he watched, a lightning flash momentarily illuminated a
portion of the distant cloud bank.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark he made out details of the room. A
water
purifier, a dripfeed hanger (thankfully not in use, he hated
injections), his personal effects neatly hung in the tiny wardrobe, the
dimly lit Nurse pager.
He was still groggy from Bishops much needed painkiller injection. The
aftereffects would leave him shortly, not that he was in much condition
to move in any case. Like any Colonial soldier, he wouldn't readily
admit to needing rest. A day or two with a lovely Nurse for company
wasn't above his pride however, and he needed time to collect his
thoughts.
For now, time to rest. The last thing he saw before the first natural
sleep
in months was the spiderlike lights of a city starting to roll past the
window.
Another time, another place. Another dark room. He was inspecting the
brand
new Corporals stripe officially awarded a few hours before they were let
loose on Arcturius for a few days furlough. It was no extra weight, but
it was gold to him. Not that he really needed it with his fellow
soldiers, he'd earned their respect by always being in the right spot
when needed. He'd saved two of their lives in tight spots through no
fault of their own, so he'd been proud enough not to tell anyone. But
the camera relay captured it all as always, and he'd had to suffer the
indignity of seeing his name in the next official dispatch.
He undressed and neatly hung up the uniform before putting on the
casual off
duty attire. Tomorrow he'd see the sights of the town with the other
troopers, and rage it up with the women who gravitated towards military
uniforms.
Arcturius was an unofficial military R&R planet, full of all the
goodies
off-duty soldiers headed for the moment their fat paychecks and rare
slack time arrived. The resulting wild scenes often went down in
folklore, to be told and retold (and altered) until they were
unrecognizable to those responsible when they returned.
The initial survey ships to Arcturius had found a planet with an
atmosphere
and climate close to that of Earth. No intelligent native species or
particularly nasty alien disease was found so the world was readily
colonised. Biologists and Zoologists swarmed over the planet for years,
studying and classifying its works of evolution.
As always on new Worlds, curiosities were found. Like the tree
officially
named 'Agathis Australis' after the most similar Earthbound tree, whose
tissue most closely resembled that of muscle. It seemed not to be
attacked by any insect whatsoever, and its wood proved very tough and
weather resistant, hence ideal for building materials.
The Biologists labeled it 'odd' and promptly forgot about it. It was a
farmer who grew a line of them for use as a fenceline who discovered its
most remarkable property. A fence whose supports were hammered into the
tree was flat on the ground in the morning. Intrigued, the farmer found
the trees had literally spat out the nails and healed overnight, leaving
barely a trace. Biologists quickly discovered that tissue movement
forced out anything that penetrated, explaining its resistance to insect
attack.
Promptly someone thought of drilling a hole into it and inserting his
paddywhacker, becoming the first to experience the sensations of the
'Pussy tree', as it became known. For a while it was an initiation rite
for some soldiers to bring the newest member of their unit to a suitable
specimen.
Hicks was lucky, his unit had given up this embarrassing practice long
before he signed on the dotted line.
He was musing over this and other curiosities of Arcturius, when the
diffident knocking on the door took him by surprise. Who was it at this
time of night?
"Yes?"
"Room service. The drinks you ordered, Sir."
What drinks? He hadn't ordered any. Whose idea of a joke was this?
He opened the door to sort the problem out. Eight very familiar faces
stared
back.
"You didn't think we were going to let you spend your first night as a
Corporal alone, did you?", said Drake. They laughed. He knew that laugh.
"Gettim!"
Eight pairs of strong arms took hold and half dragged, half carried him
to
the misappropriated Taxi waiting outside. The locals must hate Colonial
marines, he thought.
"It's party time! The whole towns gonna know we're here!" shouted an
obviously half-drunk Hudson, to a chorus of whoops and yells.
"Take us to the worst place in the city", said Drake.
"Oh man, you don't wanna go there! No fare is worth going to that
place!",
said the nervous driver.
"Don't worry, we'll leave you at the Checkpoint", he replied, holding
up a
fistful of Military scrip easily worth five times its face value on the
local Black market.
"Okay man, you got it", the driver said, looking a whole lot happier.
A few minutes later they were at the yellow and black brightly lit
barrier
manned 24 hours by two armed, grim faced Military Policemen. Beyond was
a poorly lit paved stone street. Movement and music was discernible
ahead.
They paid off the driver, who quickly disappeared the way he'd come.
"Now, you boys aren't going in there, are you?", asked the more
senior-looking MP of the approaching soldiers.
"Surely we are, Sir", Hudson drawled back in his Southern accent as
they
trudged past.
"Enter at your own risk", the MP simply replied. He didn't have time to
argue with off duty Marines. He'd find out soon enough if they bit off
more than they could chew in that place.
Dimly visible figures regarded the little group that ventured into
their
area. Looking Mean and Evil was one thing some of the Soldiers practiced
long and hard at, and consequently they were very good at it. None of
the watchers ventured more than a look after them.
Shortly they reached the better lit area and discretely sized up their
surroundings. Loud music thumped from the entrances to obviously very
seedy establishments along the street. Scantily clad women of all ages
and appearances walked slowly and suggestively up and down their patch
in pairs, a short distance apart from each other for safety. Some were
discussing business with men. Several heavily drugged men and women were
staggering around. Silhouetted by distant lights, another addict was
openly injecting himself with his choice of Narcotic. Hawkers were
pushing little sealed foil packets of drugs among the less reputable
looking people around.
"A Septic spot on the arse of this Planet", was all Wierzbowski had to
say.
"The tourist brochures choice." someone added.
"Perfect for the three off-duty offences. Excessive drinking, brawling
and
sex", Drake replied.
Crowe found what he was looking for.
"Hey, Hudson, you're the one whos been saying he wanted some Arcturian
Poontang. Well, try that girl over there."
He indicated a slim, nice looking girl standing near an entranceway.
Never
one to refuse a dare, Hudson approached her and whispered something into
her ear. She nodded.
"Don't forget to sample the goods first!", Crowe called out.
Hudson put his hand under the girls dress, and discovered..... a pair
of
Balls. A deafening peal of laughter issued forth from his fellow
Soldiers as Hudson reeled back in shock.
"Gotchyer!" Crowe howled back.
"That wasn't funny, man!", he said as he stumbled back to the
comparative
safety of the squad, accompanied by a few last guffaws.
"The Outlaw bar", Drake said, indicating a discreet entrance partway up
the
street. "The perfect place to initiate our new Corporal."
The thunderous music nearly deafened the nine of them as they entered
the
most infamous stripjoint in this Red light area. "Entry is five credits
tonight", the large Bouncer with the busted nose and no-nonsense
expression gruffly said after quickly looking them up and down.
They took up position near the elevated dance floor while the first
round of
drinks was ordered and delivered by a slim topless waitress, who seemed
to ignore the almost continual handling of her Breasts by the patrons.
Onstage was the regular parade of strippers, mostly bored looking,
unsmiling
young women. On every table was a small collection of vibrators and
dildoes for use on the women when they finally ended up naked and
wandered among the audience to sit briefly, legs spread, on each table
in turn to be groped, probed and manhandled by the beaver-eager crowd.
The Marines were above that sort of behaviour, but cheered on each girl
who
splayed herself on their table. The waitress accepted their invitation
to sit and have a few drinks with them when she went off duty.
As they watched, a man couldn't restrain himself any longer and whipped
out
his cock prior to screwing the girl on his table. Bad move. Two bouncers
materialized and dragged him from sight. The nearer patrons fancied they
could hear the blows and screams prior to ejecting him from the joint.
A few of the Soldiers began a whispered dialogue with the Waitress
while
furtively glancing at Hicks. Soon she smiled and disappeared backstage
for a minute. Hicks groaned when he saw the backstage curtains part a
little as she pointed him out to someone.
The next girl, a pretty Brunette with a nice tan and the stage name
'Danielle', came out and began her dance routine while two other ladies
brought onstage a reclined chair like a psychiatrists couch, with a
towel on it.
Upon completion of the first part of her act she walked offstage, made
a
beeline directly for Hicks, and half-dragged him by the arm onto the
stage to the cheers of the crowd.
She lay back on the couch, legs spread wide for the audience, and
handed
Hicks what looked like a Hospital issue razor with a little protected
electric trimmer. She didn't want him to do THAT, did she? He gulped.
The crowd went wild when they realised what was coming. Some were almost
in tears with jealousy.
She turned to Hicks with instructions. "Go slow and gentle. Don't push
it.
Start at the top and work down."
He turned it on and experimentally applied it to a few strands of the
girls
pubic hair. They came away without any fuss, leaving probably the
smoothest after-shave skin he'd ever felt. The razor humming in his
hand, he kneeled next to her and began shaving the girls hairy parts.
White untanned skin was exposed as the strands of hair fell onto the
towel. Careful not to miss any hairs, he worked his way across the Girls
mound then down between her legs. The top of her slit became clearly
visible, the dark skin contrasting against the now smooth white pubic
triangle. He pushed the vagina lips aside with a finger before nuzzling
in to catch every hair. This close, he could easily see the glistening
pinkness within the Girls cunt. Judging from the obvious dampness, he
guessed the gentle vibration was turning her on more than the probing
fingers and vibrators she'd experienced so far this evening.
Finally he finished, and the two of them stood to thunderous applause.
Hicks
rejoined his friends while the Girl did her obligatory tour of the
premises to let everyone see his handiwork.
About 1am they decided they had drunk and seen their fill for the
evening,
and were about to leave when the announcer came on again to proudly
introduce "Their youngest attraction, the lovely Jasmine."
The soldiers were intrigued. Why had they held her back until this late
in
the evening? They might as well wait a while longer. The overloaded
sound system went wild with the next tune, as 'Jasmine' walked onstage.
"Is this a joke?", Hicks wondered aloud. A ripple of excitement went
through
the crowd. Rough, sweaty hands took hold anew of the various probed
instruments scattered around. The waitress sitting with them blanched
and looked away.
'Jasmine' couldn't have been older than twelve. Shoulder length, almost
black hair, no visible breasts through the T-shirt she was wearing. She
hesitantly began a slow dance routine to the music and loud hooting from
the crowd.
Hicks spotted the nearly invisible earplug in the girls left ear. The
little
waif was receiving instructions via radio, he realised.
Onstage, the Girl searched the Audience for a single friendly or
familiar
face. Not finding any, a tear rolled down her cheek at what was coming.
She'd learned not to cry in the 3 days since being grabbed when she'd
walked too close to this area. Crying invited laughter from the
merciless crowd, and a beating afterwards.
Surprise turned to shock, then sheer outrage in Hicks mind. He looked
away
to his friends, who were rapidly forming the same idea.
"I'm not standing for this", he said quietly.
Their faces told him he had the support he needed for what he was
thinking
about. It was time to earn his badge.
One of the bunch of heavies crowded near the exit noticed the
uncomfortable
movements and expressions from the group of patrons near the stage.
Their build and general demeanour throughout the evening marked them as
Soldiers. He hated soldiers, they were the only real threat to their
grip on the area. Threatening one was like lighting a fuse. Beat one up,
and within an hour you could guarantee to have a hundred on your
doorstep seeking retaliation. He signalled for the others to keep a
close eye on them.
"On my count - Drake, Wierzbowski - grab the girl. The rest, make
weapons.
We're leaving", Hicks ordered. Frost suggested to the waitress that now
was a good time to leave. She turned slightly pale and hurried away.
Onstage, the girl had received the next set of instructions from the
unseen
manager. Reluctantly she took hold of the white underwear and pulled
them down, leaving her bottomless in front of hundreds of leering,
expectant men.
"One!"
Another tear rolled down her cheek as the shouts and screams to "take
the
rest off" reverberated in her ears.
"Two!"
The girls eyes met those of the soldiers. The eyes spoke of concern and
caring for her, something she didn't know existed any more. She stopped
dancing for a moment before the earplug barked with the order to
continue.
"Three!"
Two men sprang from the group and leapt onto the stage. They took hold
of
her by the arms. The girl screamed. With her weak strength, she tried to
push them away.
"It's okay!" one shouted over the din. "We're Soldiers. We're getting
you
out of here. Put your clothes on."
Immediately they moved, the others stood up. Two took hold of the table
in
front of them and with one great heave broke the forward legs off for
use as clubs. The collection of empty and part-full drinks on the table
shattered onto the floor.
The music stopped.
Silence. What looked like a wall of toughs, fourty strong, advanced on
the
little group from the shadows. A few carried knives and clubs.
"You guys aren't leaving here with OUR girl", the one who seemed to be
the
leader said. "Or your pay packets!", another added. The others laughed.
So did the Marines.
The onlookers got clear and averted their eyes. They didn't hear
anything,
and they absolutely goddamned didn't see anything....
A great howling broke out. The sounds of heavy blows raining down.
Screams
and yells filled the confined space.
Something was wrong, one of the watchers decided. Where were the
attempts to
talk their way out, the resulting laughter, the attempt to escape before
the inevitable bashing? He looked back to see what was happening.
It took the patron several seconds to register that the Soldiers had
attacked the mob, not the other way around. The battle didn't last long.
Trained and experienced Close quarter combat specialists verses Street
toughs. No match. By various ways and means, mostly extremely painful,
the odds against the soldiers were quickly whittled down.
Four forced Wierzbowski to his knees while a fifth prepared to start
kicking
him. Frosty stepped in with the Hammer he'd appropriated from another
man before landing a Haymaker to shut him up. He swung it full force
into one of the four standing mens kneecaps. The man collapsed howling,
clutching his knee. The fight went out of the remainder after that.
The thugs still standing considered the shrunken odds and retreated
sharply.
Spunkmeyer scooped up the girl from under the table where she'd ducked
for protection and slung her over his shoulder as the group made a hasty
exit before reinforcements arrived.
Just in time. Men armed with a collection of weapons were pouring from
side
streets and entrances behind them as they ran for their lives. Nearly to
the checkpoint. The MP's guarding it heard the commotion and were
squinting into the near darkness when the little group sped into the
light.
The MP's allowed them past before unslinging their Pulse-rifles and
simultaneously chambering the first round then aiming into the path of
the onrushing mob. They knew what that meant, and slowly backed off.
When it was safe to look away, the MP's turned to balefully regard the
Soldiers.
"Now, what the fuck did you guys do...", one began. His voice trailed
off
when he saw the girl. "Christine... her name is Christine. She's been
posted as missing for 3 days. Where did you find her?" The MP's were
incredulous.
"The outlaw bar, Sir."
"You went to that place? You're crazier than I thought. I don't want to
know
what you thought you were doing by going there. Take her to the local
Police, they can handle her. We'll take care of the Outlaw bar. And
don't EVER return here, granted you want to live that is."
"You can count on it, Sir."
The MP's shook their heads sadly as they waved them off. Colonial
marines -
theres nothing crazier, they thought.
Oh sure, they'd be back someday. They didn't take kindly to not being
allowed to go places.
They dropped the still-shaking girl off with the local Police before
trudging through the streets for another twenty minutes before arriving
at Hick's last stop for the night.
The Vapor lounge. Probably the highest class Cathouse in the town, set
in
the middle of a far more reputable Red light area. Two bouncers silently
watched the group from the doorway as they each put 20 credits of
Military scrip into the kitty for Hicks night.
They cheered Hicks as he passed through the entrance. He was on the
verge of
tears. You could search for lifetimes without finding loyalty like this,
he thought.
"Bring back proof that you've been with one", someone shouted as he
disappeared inside.
Outside the Vapor lounge, the group slowly dispersed to their lodgings
for
the night, leaving Crowe and Hudson alone.
"Okay Hudson, that was a bit mean of me earlier. I'll make it up for
you.
You see the girl at the corner there?"
Hudson found the indicated girl. Small breasts, slim legs, Asiatic
features,
early twenties, nice-looking as best as he could tell. She was presently
looking sideways to them. He nodded.
"She's really nice, you'll like her. I went with her the last time out
here.
She gives real mean head, man."
"Done. See you shipside in two days, Crowe."
Crowe slapped him on the back of the shoulders before disappearing into
the
dark and the gathering mist.
Hudson approached the girl and propositioned her. Seemingly without
looking
him over properly, she accepted and led him up a nearby flight of stairs
and unlocked her room at the top.
She looked straight at him for the first time. Hudson nearly puked. She
had
only one eye and no teeth.
Somewhere nearby, Crowe smiled to himself.
"Okay, you're clean", the bouncer said after a cursory patting-down for
hidden weapons and taking the entrance fee.
"First time here?", the other asked.
Hicks nodded.
"Alright, the rules are simple. You choose the ladies you like, then if
they
like you, they'll come over. Do alright by them, and they'll do alright
by you. Any rough stuff, and you'll regret it. Ok?"
Hicks nodded.
"Have a nice night", the bouncer smiled as he waved him through.
True to their word, it was a far more upmarket establishment.
Conservatively
dressed women were chatting amongst themselves or with potential clients
over drinks. Occasionally one would lead a man to a discreet door in the
shadows of the lounge.
Hicks indicated a stunning Redhead who took his immediate fancy and
looked
presently unattached, along with several other women, to the courteous
waiter who asked if he'd like a drink or if he'd made his choice.
Several minutes later the Redhead sidled over and introduced herself as
Michelle. He bought her a drink and they chatted idly for a while before
she popped the invitation to come out the back with her.
As soon as the door of the tidy bedroom had closed behind them,
Michelle was
all business. She showed him her Health card, holographically imprinted
with her photograph, todays date, and the signature of an independent
Authority to the statement that she had tested negative to all known
Venereal diseases.
After it was returned, she asked for his arm, and pressed a vacuum
syringe
against it to extract a minute sample of blood.
"Just routine", Michelle commented.
Hicks hardly felt the tiny jab. The sample was mixed with a solution
before
Michelle drew a line along a piece of paper with more than fifty coded
lines along it, split into three groups. After a few seconds many turned
Green where they'd been touched by the mixture. The remainder stayed
blank.
"You're a Soldier, right? The green lines are what you've been
innoculated
against. If anything was positive, it'd show up red. Most people have
only a few greens."
"What do the groupings stand for?", he wondered aloud.
"The first are the easily curable ones. If any was red, I'd still go
with
you but we'd use protection. The second are the drug resistant ones and
the last are Incurable. You'd be out the door if any of those showed
red."
Hicks smiled. It must be nice for the women to be able to pick and
choose
who they wanted and not have to worry whether a client was signing her
Death warrant. He wondered how they were chosen for the establishment.
"You're one of the guys who trashed the Outlaw bar tonight, aren't
you?",
she suddenly asked.
Hicks became defensive, but answered to the positive.
"Don't worry", she replied smiling. "Word spreads fast around here.
They've
had it coming for a long time. The MP's couldn't touch them without
proof, and you gave them that. Right now the whole area is being
searched."
"Now lets see about those clothes..." She expertly undressed him before
leading him to the shower.
When he returned, she dried him off, before asking "Whats his name?",
pointing towards his cock.
"No name, sorry", Hicks replied, blushing.
"Okay, I'll call him George for the evening."
She indicated for him to lie on the bed, before switching on some music
and
giving him a long slow striptease, finally ending up completely naked,
legs spread wide, while sitting on his legs just above the knees.
'George' was completely erect by this time. Hicks inspected the young
womans
sexual parts, knowing he was going to be allowed full access to them.
The pouting lips of her slit stared back.
"I'm feeling a bit hungry, would you like something to eat?", she
asked. "Sure, I wouldn't mind something. I haven't eaten decent food
for months." Michelle put on a dressing gown before leaving the room.
Hicks was in no
hurry, the night was still young. He passed the time exploring the room,
discovering the collection of equipment stored in the drawers for
assorted sexual tastes. He had no doubt there was an electronic bug
hidden somewhere for the Girls safety, but he didn't find it.
Wasn't she taking a little long? He wondered. He checked his watch, and
discovered to his shock that Michelle had been gone for over twenty
minutes.
Suddenly realising she had left him in the lurch after taking his
money,
Hicks cursed himself. Outraged at being ripped off so easily and
callously, he collected Michelles clothes together in the rubbish bin,
drew the rarely-used cigarette lighter from his trousers and started
burning each item separately.
The room rapidly filled with the acrid smell and blackened fibers
caused by
burning rubber before being sucked up the air conditioning vent. The
last item to go was the lacy bra, which rapidly reduced to a smouldering
pair of straps.
Just then, his trained ears heard unmistakably female footsteps
returning to
the room. He hid the remains of Michelles clothes out of sight under the
bed before she re-entered the room carrying two steaming plates piled
high with a local meat dish.
"Sorry I took so long.... Whats that burning smell?", she asked.
"Oh, I just had a cigarette. Hope you don't mind."
Michelle shrugged her shoulders before sitting next to him to eat their
meals together.
An hour later, he was standing next to the bed with one leg on a chair.
All
the better to expose his manhood to Michelle, who was giving him the
hardest blow job of his life while fondling and cupping his cum-loaded
balls.
He looked down to watch the action in the dim light. She'd turned down
the
light level before engulfing him in one movement. The lipstick was
specially made for the girls it seemed, it wasn't coming off as she
pushed his cock slowly in and out of her mouth while sucking and
swallowing rhythmically.
Before he could come, she pulled back and rubbed her firm Breasts
around his
cock for a minute.
"Now, would you like to fuck me?", Michelle asked.
"If it's ok, can I give you a good licking first?", he asked.
She seemed a little surprised at his request.
"Where.... down there?", she asked.
He nodded.
"How do you want it? Do you want me to sit on your face or lie back?"
"You've done all the work so far, you can lie back, unless you want to
be on
top?"
"No, that's fine", she answered casually.
Michelle lay back, and Hicks moved her legs into a comfortable position
for
both of them.
He leaned close to Michelles cunt and took hold with his fingers for
the
close inspection he didn't want to give the Ladies earlier in the
evening. The fingers gently parted the tufts of red hair then the wings
of Michelles vagina and peered inside.
The little round clitoris sprang out as her innermost secrets were
exposed.
He slowly examined the glistening slit from top to bottom, trying to
memorize every detail before setting to work.
Maybe I should have been a gynaecologist, he thought.
Michelle didn't seem afraid to take her own pleasure while Hicks
flicked his
tongue over her clitoris and fingered her vagina. She started teasing
her own nipples while laying back with her eyes closed. Who was she
fantasizing about, he wondered. He was headstrong enough not to be
worried that it wasn't likely to be him. The only sounds in the room was
the faint hum of the air conditioning, their breathing and the lapping
of Hicks tongue between Michelles red wings.
"I'm ready", she quietly said after about 10 minutes licking.
An idea came to Hicks. Michelles cunt lips were big enough to try
something
he'd heard about but never tried. He shook his head from side to side
making them go 'Pitter patter slappity slap' on his cheeks.
"Stop that!", she giggled.
He blew a raspberry on her clitoris, making a BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP sound.
She
giggled hysterically and closed her legs on his face.
He climbed on top and she guided his cock into her wet hole. It slipped
in
up to the hilt with hardly any pressure. He started pumping gently while
Michelle relaxed with her eyes alternating between looking at his and
the ceiling. For a long time he savoured the feeling of sliding in and
out of a well lubricated vagina, then faster and faster as he approached
orgasm. To his surprise, Michelle reached between them and held his
balls just before he came. The moment she did that, he came violently
and sprayed her insides with his come.
As soon as they disengaged, he took another close look between her legs
to
see the aftermath of their coupling. As he watched, a thin stream of his
come emerged from the wide, wet hole of her Vagina and dribbled down her
thighs onto the towel she'd placed on the bed.
He ordered a few more drinks for the two of them using the inroom
intercom,
and they chatted for a long time in the buff before having another
shower and falling asleep in each others arms. He liked to feel the
warmth of another person next to him as he dozed off.
When Hicks suddenly woke before dawn by force of habit, he remembered
being
asked to bring back a souvenir of the place. Oh, bugger it! He would
have asked if she could sign her underpants for him to keep as proof,
but he'd gone and burnt everything. Ooops...
He scanned the dimly lit room for anything of Michelles that remained
intact.
The only thing he spotted was her Jewellery.
He took it.
---------------
The moment the Sulaco was securely docked to the Gateway station, the
Customs people and Military police were grilling Ripley via comms
monitor.
She recognized the procedure and knew they were only doing their job
properly. They had to be sure the 11 missing Soldiers hadn't been struck
down by a contagious Alien virus or militant boarding party waiting to
attack the station the moment the hatch was opened.
Ripley patiently explained to the anxious officials the events on
Acheron,
and waited while the Sulacos records were transmitted by high speed data
link to check everything was in order.
Finally the hatch was opened. Immediately, a fully armed boarding party
entered the ship and checked it thoroughly before allowing Newt and
Ripley to leave. An official took them aside and explained that, as
witnesses, they had to remain on the station pending the inquiry, and
requested a written report from Ripley.
The troops were impressed by the damage in the Cargo bay, and more so
by the
evidence of colossal force brought to bear on the landing mechanism of
the remaining Dropships forward strut bay. Something had pushed aside
atmospheric plates to make room for itself. Deep claw marks showed where
toughened metal had been torn by hideous forces.
Hicks went to the infirmary and Bishop went down on the next shuttle to
the
Hyperdine systems factory for repair. He was evidence, otherwise he'd
have been deactivated and stripped of expensive parts.
Jonesy balefully regarded Ripley with a "Where've you been?" look when
she
picked up the Tom from a dockside workmate who'd volunteered to look
after him. Newt was excited, she'd never seen let alone held a Cat.
Always a practical Cat, the Orange furball purred at the scratching and
attention he received because it saved him lots of licking and cleaning.
The apartment was tidier than she'd left it, the unobtrusive spindly
little
cleaning Robot that sat in a corner had taken care of that. It's job
hadn't been easy lately, trying to figure out what its master wanted
when she had cared little for how her apartment looked. It's fuzzy logic
programming liked order and loathed continual mess, and showed it in
little ways like, sitting still for hours in the corner trying to decide
what to make of the confusing signals it was receiving.
Ripley noticed the vidphone light flashing when they re-installed
Jonesy in
her apartment. That meant stored messages awaiting her perusal. Not now,
there would be plenty of time later. Some of them would have been
waiting for weeks, a few more hours wouldn't make much difference.
The first priority was getting Newt some new clothes. She stood out in
the
drab, torn clothing she'd lived in for weeks on end. Acheron clothing
was mostly a practical and often sexless affair, as befitted the
environment.
There wasn't much available on Gateway in young girl sizes of course,
but
Newt went crazy over a patterned thermochromic dress whose colours
changed with temperature, which was coming back into style again for the
upteenth time. Together with a few matching shirts and shrink-to-fit
shoes, she was again an undistinguishable part of society.
The first job done, Ripley took Newt on a sightseeing tour of the
massive
station. They spent hours using the Telescopes in the observation lounge
to study the Earth they couldn't visit for now. Ripley pointed out the
gray blotches of cities, the brown scars of strip-mined country, the
mountains and lakes and Oceans, the Snow and Ice covered polar caps and
Mountains, and the Deserts. The little girl was enthralled! She'd never
known anything except Acherons barren rock, completely overcast skies,
and almost unpalatable air driven by the unceasing wind of incompletely
terraformed Acheron. It would be centuries before Acheron could start to
look like this.
From an unlit viewing bubble they watched silently as the orbiting
station
dived into Earths shadow. The crescent Earth narrowed to a sliver as the
Sun dove into a cloud bank, its light going in seconds from white to red
before fading out. Lights came on automatically through most of the
station to compensate for the sudden night.
The world below certainly wasn't dark. Detail became visible in the
moonlight as their eyes adjusted to the dim light. Splashes of light
from numerous towns and cities shone out as the United States coastline
rounded the curve of the planet. Several active thunderstorms were
flashing away over Florida, and every now and then a meteor shot through
the Atmosphere far below, its passage lit by the friction of its own
self-destruction. It was a spectacle people had watched since the dawn
of the space age.
The night lasted just under half an hour. They were admiring the Swiss
Alps
by moonlight when the horizon began to brighten. With their night
adapted eyes they could see the distinct layers of Earths atmosphere lit
by the still hidden sun. Then the light brightened and flared out to
form a thin crescent along the horizon, just before the sun burst forth
again.
Ripley quickly dealt to the waiting vidphone messages when they
returned.
Among them was a call requesting their appearance the next day at a
hearing to decide on temporary custody of Newt. That raised the question
she'd pondered since they had found her in Acherons tunnels. Ripley had
lost her daughter Amy through time, and although they hadn't talked
about it, she felt Newt wanted and needed her company as much as she
needed hers.
Now was as good a time as any to ask how she felt.
"Newt, we've been asked to appear tomorrow morning at a meeting to
decide
where you'll live until a formal hearing. Have you given any thought to
where you'd like to go?"
Newt thought about her reply for a few moments.
"I'd like to stay with you, if thats alright?"
"I'd like that too, Newt. But we'll have to see what they decide."
The little girl hugged Ripley tightly. She'd fought hard for Newts love
and
trust, and she didn't want to lose it as she'd lost Amy, scant months
before in her reckoning, but 58 years in real time. Newt was about the
same age, too. Maybe she'd get to see Newt grow up as her own, and watch
the years she'd missed in Hypersleep. There was a twinge of regret at
the memory of the last time she'd seen Amy, the long wavy Brown hair
swaying as she walked down the corridor, hand in hand with her
Godparents. There was no bringing Amy back, but maybe she could make it
up to herself.
The Gateway station circled the Earth twelve times a day exactly in a
1700
km high inclined orbit designed to take it over the main launch and
landing site in Florida once a day. Other countries had their own launch
sites, but all operated on the basis that, day or night, the launch or
landing time depended on when the station passed over.
Work by day and work by night. 24 hours a day there was activity
throughout
the station. There were twelve sunsets and sunrises per day, but each
section of the apartment areas had to have an official day or night so
they could get peace. At the corresponding time a tickle of voltage
applied to the thick windows turned them into one way mirrors reflecting
over 99% of incident light.
There wasn't room for a spare bed in Ripleys modest apartment, so they
shared hers. Newt and Ripley curled up together in the foetal position,
facing the same way. Newt wriggled a bit, making herself comfortable
before going still. Presently her body gave a small jerk as she fell
asleep.
Ripley was almost asleep also, when Newt stirred and put one leg over
her
thigh, unconsciously seeking warmth. Ripley backed away, trying to reach
a peaceful settlement. Presently the leg returned. Ripley decided to
concentrate on ignoring the minor weight, and had almost succeeded when
Jonesy, watching from the tallboy, decided that the warmest place in the
room was the best place to be. A thump sounded on the side of the bed as
Jonesy landed beside Newt, shook himself and curled up beside the little
girl. Newt moaned and pressed closer to Ripley, now about at the edge of
the bed. Again, Ripley had almost fallen asleep when Jonesy decided he
wanted more warmth, and walked over Newt to put himself between them.
Newt jerked and pressed her elbow against Ripleys shoulder. Ripley
pushed it aside. Jonesy grizzled and dug in his claws. Ow! Fucken
furball. Ripley extracted the claws one by one.
Peace returned as Jonesy settled down again. Newt subconsciously
remembered
the ventilator blades circling precariously above her nest deep in
Acherons tunnels, providing air and more importantly, continual covering
noise to help prevent her detection by any nearby monsters... Not
knowing what she was doing, she raised her hand above her head. Normally
it'd have been painfully slapped aside, but not now. Promptly, she
forgot about it and made the subtle transition from semiconsciousness to
sleep. Shortly the arm fell down again - across Ripleys face.
Ripley instantly sat up. There was some movement, then silence
returned. The
new arrangement was satisfactory, and all three dozed off without any
further hitch.
"Ellen, you can come to my party this Friday night, if you want",
sweet-faced Charlene asked 16-year old Ellen Ripley.
Ellen Ripley was a very pretty girl, often sought after for dates. Long
wavy
Black hair, nicely built body, and a cheerful appearance and outlook
made her a sought-after party person. Beneath the disarming smile was a
strong personality that didn't take kindly to being pushed around.
She pondered this unexpected surprise. She had never been to one of
Charlenes parties, but she'd heard they were well organized with lots of
the best people there. She'd also heard but didn't quite believe, the
stories Megan and Michael had told her of what sometimes happened at
them later in the evening.
"Okay, I'm in. I'll see you there... what time?", Ellen replied.
"Great! It starts around seven tomorrow. See you there", Charlene said
as
she made a last minute dash for Communications class.
Ellen had to run to be in time for History. She loved learning about
the
great explorers and journeys of the past. Sometimes she wished she could
have lived in the past, there were far more paths to advancement
available then. The glamour jobs these days were in Computers,
Administration, Space, and Mining. Mankind was on the move, making a
beeline for the stars as fast as ships could ply the spaceways.
The only thing that never improved was the pollution. This morning
there had
been another red smog over the city. With the advent of the Hydrogen
powered vehicle the only significant source of Sulphur fumes was the
mines, and little was said about their output. Someone was making money,
she mused, but none filtered down to where she could see it.
Her parents raised no objection to her going to the party when she
asked at
dinnertime that night. Her Father and Mother were a professional couple
working in Maintenance and Computer-aided design, respectively. Ellen
wasn't expected to follow in either of their footsteps, just to find her
own way in life. Sometimes she regretted being an only child, it meant
her parents aspirations were entirely on her shoulders and she couldn't
go to a brother or sister for help. Her parents had helped by 'letting
her go', to choose her own career or life, and she loved them for it.
When she got contemplative she felt herself at a bit of a crossroads
sometimes. She could find a man to settle with or pursue a career... but
what in? She liked the idea of going into space and joining modern day
pioneers somewhere, but was a little afraid of so completely leaving her
roots behind. She planned on doing something at least theoretically
physical, to leave her mark somewhere, as she put it.
As they ate in their 70th floor apartment she admired the cityscape
through
the floor-to-ceiling one way glass, opaque and not mirrored from the
outside so as not to make someone elses life hell from the massive
reflections. Artifical diamond columns reinforced the 200-300 storey
apartment blocks. Pedestrian access was afforded by walkways every 50th
floor, and jutting landing platforms every 10th floor for ultralites,
many of which cruised and glided on precisely controlled paths around
the city at all hours. Far below, people were just visible in the last
hours of daylight, walking through designated greenspaces and shopping
areas. The odd seabird flashed through the fading light between
buildings, heading inland from the sea a few miles away. Occasional
glimpses of indicator or brake lights betrayed Hydrogen powered
Automobiles filling the roads as always. There was more than enough room
for everyone on under and overground public transport, but predictably,
many had refused to give up the independence of their own vehicle.
The overpowering size of the city, and the number of people occupying
it
with the same dreams and aspirations as her meant that the odds of
making a mark here were slim to virtually non-existent.
Slowly but surely the scales were tipping towards leaving.
The days until Friday passed quickly, between school, friends, study
and
work.
Half an hour early, Ellen bade her parents goodnight before taking an
evening transport to Charlenes block. Ultralites were patiently
recharging, wings folded upwards in the takeoff gangway to save room,
like fighters on ancient aircraft carriers. Ellen had an ingrained habit
of never taking the first available, probably learned from watching too
many spy and gangster movies when she was young.
As soon as she was secure, the ultralite closed and rolled toward the
takeoff point. Motors started and the wings folded down just before it
reached the point of no return. Ellen soared out into the clear air
between buildings. A faint whistling sound penetrated the cockpit, a
combination of air rushing past and wing flaps adjusting position
hundreds of time a second to counter turbulence. Even with thousands of
craft in the air at once there was no possibility of collision with
everything under central control via Radio.
The ultralite was presently taking her towards the distant sea. Almost
directly above was another craft on a similar course. It's destination
wasn't the same; shortly it changed direction and disappeared towards
the reddening sun. Beyond the city were the recycling plants then the
New Forest, dozens of miles of still maturing native and imported trees
segregated by species into miles-long blocks. Part of the company's
"green" image.
Was it really true that adventurous couples had made love in mid
flight? Two
person transports had consecutive seats, precluding climbing from one to
the other. The only conceivable way was if she sat on his lap. But
security people would still be waiting on arrival to check if the
occupant(s) had experienced a medical problem, alerted by sensors to the
unusual passenger movement.
The line of thought brought her back to the upcoming party, only a few
miles
away now. It was months since she'd broken up with Alan. His juicy dick
had filled her mouth and cunt with cum on many occasions in the four
months they'd been going out.... Damn, she was making herself wet just
thinking about it. If only he hadn't been so stubborn about accepting
that she liked to go out with girlfriends by herself sometimes. He was
the first guy she'd ever given a blowjob to. The taste revolted her at
first but she'd gotten used to it and almost liked it after the first
few minutes. Then came the sudden jet of sperm that went straight down
her throat. She was so taken aback that it wasn't until two more jets
landed on her tongue that she realised he was cumming, he hadn't given a
sign he was near. She couldn't decide if she liked the taste or not, but
she'd really have preferred to have been warned first.
Afterwards he'd laid her back and planted his tongue in her crack. It
was
only a few nail-biting minutes before Ellen felt herself about to
climax, and decided two could play his game. She was tiddly enough to do
it, and a jet of natural lubricant shot from her vagina into his mouth
as she came, making him splutter from the salty taste. She wished she
could have recorded the look on his face at that moment for posterity.
Heh heh.
Nearly there now. Charlenes block was looming up. The motor stopped for
the
glide down to the nearest available spot. Just before landing they
started again to guide Ellen to a pinpoint landing at a leisurely five
knots.
Charlene was able to afford her own 3-bedroom apartment, which was how
she
was able to have such regular parties. Ellen took care not to let
herself jump at Charlenes solido picture of a jungle, cunningly
installed near the door to catch people by surprise. As you walked past
the full color hologram, the scene changed like a movie. At a point, a
Crocodile lunged out of the river to fill the whole picture. Ellen had a
simpler one, a fractal landscape. Mountains, Lakes, Underwater shots,
Space scenes and Nudes were popular in solidos.
Twenty people were chatting away or dancing in a little group near the
sound
system when Ellen arrived.
Charlene did the introductions before Ellen spotted Megans distinctive
plaited hairstyle in the crowd and joined a group of her chums. Megan
was going out with Michael, a good friend of Ellens. The conversation
was presently centered on the uncoming exams and their preparation or
lack thereof for them.
Some hours later the party reached its quota of 30-40. Ellen had
quaffed a
few drinks by then and danced with a few people, mostly girlfriends.
With her latest drink in hand, she took a long look at the crowd to see
what
kind of company Charlene kept. There were a few older people aged 19-20
scattered about, most were about her age, and a few in the 12-14 age
group. There were more women than men in the room. Nothing special, she
concluded. She couldn't imagine much happening, and rejoined the
conversation.
"Watch her", Megan suddenly whispered into Ellens ear while subtly
indicating a Brown haired girl aged about 19 who'd arrived a few minutes
before. Megan was the friend who'd told Ellen about the goings on here.
As she watched from the other side of the party, the Brown haired girl
walked over to the group comprising the youngest boys and promptly said
something to one of them. He nodded, and followed her out the door.
Nothing special about that, she thought. They were probably family.
"Wait", Megan said. Ellen was becoming impatient with Megan, when the
boy
walked back into the room looking as though he'd swallowed a bottle of
spirits. He was promptly followed by the Girl, who again walked over to
the group of young boys and said something to one.
After the second time, the boys were whispering to each other and
looked
expectant. Something was going on, and Ellen had a queasy feeling she
knew what it was.
"Whats she up to?", Ellen asked Megan after the second boy returned and
she
departed with the third, a blonde aged about 14.
"Come on, I'll show you", Megan replied, leading her to the unlit
kitchen. "Don't touch the light!" someone said when Ellen moved for the
switch. Several people were already in there, looking out the window.
Curious, Ellen joined them. Outside was the Balcony. The door to the
Balcony
next door opened and the boy and girl came out.
As she watched, the girl closed the door behind them and whispered
something
into his ear. He nodded vigorously, and followed her instruction to lean
back against the wall. She kneeled and pulled his trousers down before
swallowing his half-erect cock in one gulp.
Oh, shit! Ellen gasped in disbelief. The other watchers murmured. There
was
just enough light with the door closed to see everything.
"Deborah is cock-crazy", Megan whispered into Ellens ear. "She can't
get
enough of giving young boys their first blowjob. She's done boys down to
about 10."
Transfixed, Ellen watched the girls cheeks puckering rhythmically as
she
applied suction to the young virgin's cock. As soon as he was hard
enough, she began moving her mouth up and down its length while fondling
his cum-filled balls with one hand.
It didn't take long with her obvious experience. The fast and furious
Blowjob took its toll; his mouth opened wide and he sagged back. She
didn't relinquish her hold on his cock, but kept sucking, extracting
every drop she could.
Ellen stayed in the Kitchen for 10 minutes, watching as the girl
returned
several more times to do the exact same thing to new boys. At one of
them, a line of sperm burst from her mouth and dribbled down her cheek
as he came. As soon as he was finished, she wiped it off her face with a
finger before licking it clean. Next to them was a deckchair, but she
always had them standing up. Either she knew she was being watched, or
she figured she'd get more spunk than if they were lying down.
"Oh my god", Ellen shook her head to Megan when she returned to the
party,
leaving a small group still watching.
"They don't complain, and I've never seen her do the same guy twice",
Megan
replied, grinning.
Ellen thought she'd seem absolutely everything now, and had to have
another
drink to recover!
Not long afterwards, Philip, a nice-looking guy Ellen had cast a few
admiring glances over when she'd seen him in school, 'convinced' the
girl he was chatting with to come with him to one of the spare bedrooms
for awhile. Very shortly she found herself being undressed from top to
bottom, and each part of her body made love to as it was exposed.
She had a little suurrppriiiiisssee waiting for him! It wasn't only
pleasure
lust that smirked across her face in the bedroom. The surprise stared
him in the face when he peeled down her underwear prior to some serious
muff-munching. Before leaving for the party, she'd used a food-colouring
to dye her pubic hair green and applied a temporary 'Keep off the grass'
tattoo in the shape of a sign immediately above it.
Outside, an exceptionally pretty, slim, smooth legged, miniskirted
young
Blonde of around 15 was sitting amongst her friends. She was the focus
of attention of several young men across the room from her, who were
making less and less subtle glances her way.
Little by little her legs were coming further and further apart before
closing again, affording them tantalizing views of inner thigh and white
underwear.
Ellen noticed the temperature rising in a corner of the room, along
with
some anxious bulges in trousers, whose owners were trying to subtly
cover up.
"Do you see what I see, Megan?", Ellen asked.
"Oh, her. She KNOWS what she's doing", she replied when the girl was
pointed
out to her.
While partaking in the conversation her group was in the midst of, the
Blonde continued to mercilessly tease the young men across the room
whilst maintaining her look of complete innocence.
Yes, now was the time for the coup de grace.
She reached under the miniskirt and between her slightly spread legs,
took
hold of the side of her panties, and pulled them and her Vagina lips
aside for a few eternal seconds. Ellen clearly saw pink before the girl
released them back into place and closed her legs, not to be opened for
the rest of the night.
Ellen nearly fainted. All the time, the girl hadn't so much as made eye
contact with the guys she was teasing.
"Hi Ellen! You're a sight for sore eyes as always", Michael greeted her
as
he came over and joined her and Megan.
"Flatterer", Ellen shot back.
Megan poked him the ribs as he sat between them.
She'd had the chance to go out with him years before, but they'd
decided
they were too close as friends to risk what they had. She'd seen people
who were friends become lovers then bitterly split up, and figured it
was best to make a lover out of a stranger.
Ellens group kept their discretion and remained together so they
wouldn't be
hassled by the few guys whose sex drive had boiled over with the goings
on. They were content to watch the amusement over drinks. Charlenes
party was living up to its reputation!
Then trouble presented itself in the form of... Paul. He'd been sitting
with
the other Brain deads in a corner, and had decided it was time to
"score". He was the kind of guy who had to boast to everyone who'd
listen, of each sexual conquest whether real or imagined.
"Who invited him to the party?", Ellen asked Michael when she spotted
him
working his way over.
"I think he invited himself. He's been here the last few times, and a
lot of
people are getting pissed off at him. Just ignore him."
But no, he didn't ignore her, and sidled over.
"Say, Ellen, I haven't seen you here before", he said.
"Wanna dance?" he continued when no reply was forthcoming.
Ellen slowly turned towards him. "Piss....... off", she simply said
before
turning away again.
"Well, if thats the way it's gonna be, fine", he said as he walked off.
No skin off my teeth, Paul.
"Hang on a minute...", Michael said as he went to the kitchen to grab
another drink.
Ellen caught a glimpse of him having an urgent whispered conversation
into
the ear of a nice-looking Brunette she hadn't seen before. The girl
looked unhappy about something, but presently she smiled and left the
kitchen.
Michael returned and saw Ellens quizzical face when he sat between them
again.
"Just making an arrangement", he said simply.
As she watched, the Brunette walked over to Paul and invited him to
join her
for a dance. True to form, within a few minutes he whispered something
to her. To Ellens surprise, she nodded agreement and went with him down
the corridor to one of the spare bedrooms.
"Oh no, why did you do that? She'll keep him going for WEEKS!", Ellen
said
in disappointment.
"No he won't. You'll suffer him for 2 or 3 days, max", he smiled.
Ellen mulled this over.
"How come?", she asked.
"She's a friend of a friend. She enjoys sex, and I brought her along
especially for Paul. She's got the clap."
Ellen sprayed some of the mouthful of drink she was swilling, and
nearly
choked on the remainder from laughing. Megan grinned evilly.
STD's could have been eradicated centuries ago, but with such things
there
was always SOMEONE who refused treatment out of ignorance or
stubbornness, and so the cycle started all over again. The medical
centers had never ceased to be amazed by the daily parade of people
seeking attention.
"How did Charlenes parties get like this?", Ellen asked.
"This your first time here?"
"At one of her parties, yes"
"I dunno really, I think it started when someone decided to flirt a bit
harder than normal, and it went on from there. A few people didn't want
to be a part of some girls ego trip and haven't come back, but thats up
to them."
"What if someone tried touching a girl who didn't want it?"
"A guy tried once. We took him out the back, stripped him, tied him to
a
bed, put toothpaste on his balls, and didn't let him go for hours.
Nobodys tried since."
"I'm not surprised."
Meanwhile, Jane and Philip in the first bedroom were engaged in a
furious
sixty-niner. He had licked her until she was randy enough to demand a go
at his cock, so they moved into position with her on top.
She was getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment from the
incessant
licking and the mouthful of cock he had, and she wanted to feel her
vagina being filled by the cock she was sucking on.
"I want your cock inside me, right now!", she blurted out.
A light came on in his head.
"Can we do it from behind?", he asked.
Jane liked it that way because she could play with herself and his
balls at
the same time, and feel them slapping against her crack as she was
fucked. She agreed.
"Could you lie flat on your stomach with your legs a bit apart?"
Jane thought that position a bit odd, but said nothing and did as he
asked
to see what it would be like. If it didn't work she could move back into
the original position.
But Philip had other ideas. He rubbed his cock up and down her crack to
spread the lubrication around and stimulate her clitoris with the tip.
Then he moved the head of his cock into position and eased it in. Little
by little he pushed it in until his balls pressed against her crack.
Right... go for it! He took hold of her arms to hold her down, stopped
in
midstroke and bent down to her ear.
"You're the ugliest bitch I've ever been with, and I've been with heaps
of
girls. I wanted you in this position so I don't have to see your face",
he said.
WHAT?
"YOU FUCKEN BASTARD!", she screamed loud enough for people near the
bedroom
to hear over the sound system. She did a good imitation of hair going on
end as her face twisted with rage. She began struggling violently.
Wow! He was surprised by her strength, and had to hang on tight.
Perfect! Ridem, Cowboy!
He didn't have to move. Her thrashing did it for him and he shortly
came in
long spurts inside her vagina.
A few seconds later he relaxed, allowing her to get the upper hand and
throw
him off.
At that moment, Ellen was chatting with Charlene, who'd circulated
around to
her again. The first they knew of it was when the apartment reverberated
to a loud crash as Jane attempted to propel Philip from the room,
without opening the door first.
"Oh, fuck!", Charlene exclaimed. "If they've wrecked anything they're
gonna
pay for it!"
A few seconds later Philip ran for his life from the bedroom, with his
trousers undone and no t-shirt.
Unbeknownst to him, his lips and tongue had aquired a prominent tinge
of
green from the food colouring in Janes pubic hair.
Ellen smiled to herself as the bedroom door was yanked shut behind
Philip.
The explanation for this one would be interesting!
Shortly thereafter, Megan noticed the fat insect feeding off Michaels
arm.
Looking closer, she saw it was red with his blood, meaning it'd been
there awhile.
"Mike, you've got a Mosquito on your arm."
"Pardon?", he said over the din.
"Culicidae culex, on your arm"
"Ah..." Understanding flooded across his face. He mashed the offending
insect with a meaty palm, leaving a bloodspot.
"Fucken Xenomorph."
As randy as Ellen was feeling after viewing the goings on around her,
she'd
lose social status by making a pass at Philip tonight. She was tempted
to "put the bait out" and see who she could reel in to give her a
licking, but decided against it. Not under these circumstances.
A few minutes later she noticed a little group of giggling girls subtly
glancing in the direction of a guy several seats away from her. Now
what?
After an especially loud peal of laughter, one of the girls broke away
from
the group and sat next to him. Ellen was just close enough to hear what
came next.
"Hi.. Umm.. my friends have a little bet on you. Interested?"
"First, what are they betting on?"
"I've bet you'll take my underwear off within a minute of sitting next
to
you. Could you? I'd lose money otherwise."
He glanced into her eyes for approval, then reached under her dress
with
both hands and pulled them down to her knees. She pocketed them before
returning to her friends.
Oh.. FUCKEN HELL! Right... THAT was IT!! Ellen had reached her limit.
She
couldn't take any more.
So who was it to be? She wanted a tongue in her groove, and it couldn't
be
Michael. She scanned the crowd for possibles. Yes, there. Among the few
dancers near the stereo was another guy from school she'd added to her
mental "I want" list. Yummy! She didn't know his name, but he was
definitely her type with darkly handsome features, brown eyes, hair
almost as black as hers and a thin smile she'd wanted to kiss from the
first time she'd seen it. To her, the ring and stud in his left ear
meant internal strength. She was convinced he'd be interesting to get to
know better.
After watching him for awhile to ensure he was alone, Ellen approached
and
tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Are you with someone?"
"No."
"Good. I want to dance with you. Okay?"
"Thats fine by me", he flashed the grin she liked.
"I'm Ellen. I've seen you around my school a bit", Ellen replied as she
led
him to the middle of the little group. She wasn't one to stand out.
"Hi, I'm Kevin. Ummm, I've seen you around as well."
Gotcher! So he was probably paying attention to her, too. Lets play it
by
ear.
"I like the earring. Not many guys have one."
"Oh, that! It's a bit of a family tradition, goes back god knows how
many
generations."
They danced and chatted for awhile before Ellen beckoned him to follow
her.
She led him to the bedroom recently vacated by Philip and Jane. The
sheets were still ruffled and the smell of sex was still noticeable.
Ellen closed the door behind them before turning to Kevin, who was
regarding
her while holding his watchstrap and looking nervous.
"Kevin, I want to kiss you."
"Why do you want to do that? I don't think I'm that great."
"Well, I happen to think so. Your modesty will take you far."
"This is happening a bit fast."
"You're nervous, aren't you?"
"I've never met anyone so..."
"Forward?"
"Yes, thats what I mean."
"I know what I want, thats all."
Ellen moved forward and planted a quick kiss on Kevins lips. That woke
him
up. He took hold of her and pulled her to him for another.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"I've got protection, if you want to go all the way."
"No, you can't fuck me. You can lick me, and I'll suck you, but you're
not
sticking me. I don't want that tonight. Okay?"
"Some people would call you a tease for that."
"Thats their problem. I don't really care what they say."
"Yeah, I figured."
Ellen wiggled a finger towards her lips in the "c'mere" gesture.
They intertwined again, Kevin forcing his tongue into Ellens mouth.
Ellen
reached around and grabbed one of his arms, tried to pull it around to
her front. He resisted. She pulled harder.
"Is something wrong?"
"Gimme your hand."
This time he didn't resist, as Ellen placed one of his hands on her
breast. "Thats where I want it."
He gently squeezed her breast, making her moan.
"I like to be kissed like this", she explained as their lips met again.
Ellen started backing them towards the bed.
"How do you want it?", Kevin asked.
"Can I be on top?"
"Yes please!"
Kevin lifted Ellens dress and with one swift movement pulled off her
underpants. He quickly got onto the bed and lay back. Ellen clambered on
top in the 69 position. Kevin arranged her dress so it wouldn't get in
the way before parting Ellens clamshell cunt lips. The inner lips
eagerly opened wide at his touch, revealing soft wet pink flesh.
"I'll bet half the guys in school would like to give you a gynaecology
examination."
"Would they now? Tough. They're out of luck aren't they? Now shut up
and eat
me."
ZONK!
Yes, that hit the spot. Kevin didn't need to be asked twice.
It wasn't until her second time with a guy that she'd received a
licking.
That first tonguing had given her the spooks, she didn't know what she
was supposed to feel until she got used to it. Now she was trembling,
possessed with pleasure and lust.
Her part of the bargain was staring her in the face. The thermometer
bulging
in his pants told her how much he liked what he was doing. She didn't
want to suck him yet, she found she couldn't concentrate on receiving
and giving pleasure at the same time. But a little teasing never went
astray, and she started fondling the bulge in his pants.
A finger penetrated her cunt, quickly followed by a second. The lapping
tongue disappeared and was replaced by something cooler and harder. His
nose! The cheeky bugger was using his nose on her clitoris. Oh well, as
long as he doesn't stop what he's doing, she figured.
She felt the massive orgasm start when the tonguing and fingering
resumed.
Then came an out of place rustling noise.
"Mommy?", a voice called out.
No, that didn't match. Ripley ignored the interruption to the impending
orgasm. She'd learned a few prodreaming skills to help her recovery from
the Nostromo flight, enough to prevent a dream sidetracking from the
path she wanted it to take. The trouble was recognizing the nightmare
for what it was while asleep and avoiding it in time. The exercises
included how to shut off outside influences, and keeping dreams going
past the usual cutoff point of extreme emotion if she chose.
Oh god, she was so close now. Don't you DARE stop, Kevin! Fuck that
feels
good! Ellen nuzzled closer to the bulge in Kevins pants and kissed it.
One queen-sized BJ coming up just as soon as she'd come. She was going
to tease him for ages before finally bringing him off into her mouth so
she could experience the sudden hot taste of his cum. She wanted that
more than anything else right now.
"Mommy?", the voice came again.
The pleasant memory faded out, replaced by the semi-darkness of her
apartment. The night lights were on and faint music was playing. Time to
get up.
"Mmmmmpphhh??", Ripley moaned.
"Why are you sleeping on the floor?"
I'll tell you about it someday, Newt.
Ripley had arranged things so she didn't have to return to work on the
cargo
docks until after the military inquiry, which was only a few days away.
Today she wanted to visit Hicks in Hospital after Newts custody was
decided
upon this morning. Then there was her flight certification to see to.
Burke... liar, blank faced official murderer and good Company tool, she
hoped he hadn't lied about her reinstatement to flight duty. And Bishop;
she'd see him at the inquiry no doubt. At least his Holographic memory
couldn't be doctored like the lifeboat flight recorders...
The beep from the door took her by surprise as she prepared a cooked
breakfast. (And when was the last time she'd done THAT, she thought to
herself)
She answered the door in her nightrobe while Newt showered next door.
A Tall suited figure was standing outside, suitcase in hand. Receding
hairline, brown eyes, clean shaven. Late twenties at a guess. She knew
who he represented before he spoke.
"Hello Ripley, Can we talk? I'm Bill; Bill Keys. I work with the
company.
Hope I'm not too early?"
She started, but caught herself in time from slamming the door in his
face.
The last company 'okay guy' assigned to her had attempted to deliver
them to the wolves for money. She wisely decided to at least hear him
out, it couldn't do any harm. But this time she wouldn't allow herself
to make the mistake of forgetting what he was, not even for an instant.
"Now is as good a time as any, I guess", she said without much
enthusiasm.
"You're kinda early for a housecall, aren't you?"
"Ah, yes, I wanted to catch you before you left for work." He noted the
sheets and pillow still lying on the floor and said nothing, remembering
Ripleys psych reports.
"As you know, Mr Burke arranged the return of your commercial flight
officers license in exchange for your help on the rescue mission."
"And?"
"The decision as to whether it will be returned will be made after the
joint
military and civilian court of inquiry", he took a breath, "but it looks
good so far."
Well, that's the first piece of good news for a long time, she thought.
"You did pretty well there, from what I've seen on the records. A few
people
were wondering if you'd consider a military career?", he joked.
She smiled, without much humour. "Not really, I'd just like to continue
where the company left me off." Strictly business.
"Well, in that case, as Mr Burke also stated the company has agreed to
pick
up your contract, if you're interested", he added when he noticed Newt
returning from the shower.
"The young girl you brought back from the Colony?"
She nodded. "The temporary Custody hearing is this morning. No, theres
no
hurry to go, it's in a few hours. And about the contract - I haven't
given much thought yet about taking it up."
"Hows your report coming along?"
"It'll be finished on time."
Time to raise the stakes a little.
"What's the company view on the Sulaco tapes?"
His voice dropped a pitch.
"They validate your story." Pause. "What I saw of them was godawful.
The
subject of whether they should be classified was raised last night.
They're still deciding how to tell the families of those poor people."
She looked into his eyes. The feelings he was conveying seemed genuine,
but
she wasn't allowing herself to fall into the subtle trap. Lets see what
she could get out of him.
"What was Carter Burkes position within the company?"
"He was a minor company executive, assigned to your case. Why?"
"Just curious. There are some aspects of this affair that aren't on the
tapes."
"Such as?"
"Company directive Six Twelve Nine, dated Five Thirteen Seventy-Nine,
to the
colony of Acheron. Have you read it?"
"I would if I could, but all material concerning the colony has been
subpoened. Enlighten me."
She handed him the piece of paper she'd discreetly printed from the
Colony
computer. If the soldiers had seen this...
He read slowly through the edict, and his color faded somewhat. He
re-read
it before answering.
"Mr Burke sent them to check on the Alien ship you reported?"
"Without warning them of the danger. He seemed more interested in
preserving
a sample than anyones welfare, if you know what I mean", Ripley added.
"I assume this is genuine?"
"There should be a copy in your computer." She placed emphasis on the
word
'should'.
There was a long pause.
"My god... I had absolutely no idea of this, believe me. Can I keep
this?" "Sorry, I need it for inclusion in my report."
He looked reluctant, then nodded.
"I think I should report this immediately, if you don't mind?"
"By all means." Ripley nodded to the door.
There goes the mouse that destroyed the elephant, she thought.
There was an uncomfortable few minutes waiting before they were called
into
an office.
The 30ish year old female social worker bade them to sit while
arranging her
papers.
"You're Rebecca Jorden?", she asked Newt.
"Uh huh."
"Okay, Rebecca. Have you given much thought to where you'd like to
live?" "With Ripley, if thats alright."
"You could say we've got a lot in common. I'd like to give it a try"
Ripley
added.
"Okay. Now, Rebecca, we're tracing your relatives through computer
records,
but that will take a few days of course with some being on other
Colonies. You know we have to give priority to relatives applying for
permanent custody?"
"Yes, but I'd like to stay with Ripley."
"And we want whats best for you too, Rebecca. We just have to consider
all
available options. You get to have a say, of course.
Now, Ms Ripley, as part of our job we have to do a background check on
possible recipients. There are a few things I feel we should discuss. Do
you want Rebecca to be in here during that?"
"I think I know what they are. Go ahead."
The Social worker nodded. "Ok. According to your file, you had a messy
family situation immediately prior to leaving Earth on a short term
contract. How do you feel about looking after a daughter again?"
Ripley could almost feel the accusation, that she'd abandoned Amy. Her
Husband had similarly accused her when she'd accepted the Nostromo
posting. She admired the diplomatic way the social worker had put the
question, sparing her recalling the details in front of Newt.
"I was thinking about Amy. She'd had enough of both of us, so I figured
to
give her a few months to get over it.
Every day I think about Amy waiting her whole life for me to return,
but I
never did.
I'd very much like to look after Newt. I feel we need each other."
"Good. Okay, secondly, until the Nostromo flight you had a good
employment
record. But, on your return, you were found to have acted with
questionable judgement, and were required to attend a psychiatric tech
once a month. You've had a good record since, working in the cargo
docks. You obviously like to keep occupied. But what I need to know is,
do you feel you've gotten over the... 'problem'... since your return?"
"I can tell fiction from reality, if thats what you mean?"
"Yes, thats what I mean."
"My 'problem' as you put it, I'm handling in my own time now. The court
of
inquiry will corroborate my story in a few days."
"I'll have to take your word on that, but I don't see any problems. You
have
temporary custody of Rebecca Jordan, until such time as a full hearing
on her adoption, subject to the condition that relatives are allowed
access at any reasonable time. Do you have any questions?"
"No, thats fine by me", Ripley answered.
The social worker typed the order into the system.
And that was that.
Ripley was beaming for the first time in years when they left the
office.
Now, there was someone else she had to see. After finding where to go
on an
electronic map, they set off across the station.
"Where are we going?" Newt asked.
"To see someone special."
"Mr Hicks?"
"Uh, huh."
It took a good 15 minutes to reach the medical area, deliberately set
in a
quiet out-of-the-way area.
"We're see to Hicks; Dwayne Hicks", Ripley asked the duty nurse, who
was
busy entering details into her terminal.
"Are you relatives?"
"No, we're just friends. Is that ok?"
The expressionless Nurse didn't need to check the console for his
status and
availability before replying.
"Room 2107, next level up", indicating the lift partway down a
corridor.
"He's doing quite well for himself, I gather. He should be out in a day
or two."
"Is he awake?"
"He's refusing injections, he wanted seconds and thirds of breakfast
this
morning, and he asked the Charge Nurse out on a date. Sounds normal to
you?"
"Very definitely", Ripley smiled.
Hicks was working on his written statement when they entered the open
door.
Bandaged forehead, chest and arm - he wasn't slowing down any more than
necessary.
"Well, Dwayne. You've been keeping the nurses busy, I hear."
"Ellen! How the bloody hell are you? It took me hours to find out if
you
were alive or not. You made it... you really made it!"
Hicks welcomed Ripley with open arms.
"I still think you were crazy going down there, but what the hell..."
and to
Newt, "I owe you one, little lady, and I don't forget debts."
"We all owe her. I've got temporary custody. And I seem to remember you
promising to buy her a bed."
"Oh, THAT", he grimaced, remembering the promise he'd made while
following
Newt through the ventilation ducts out of the complex. Oh well. "A
promise is a promise. You'll get it."
"I heard something about one of those critters smuggling itself onto
the
dropship. What happened?"
"Well, yes. We threw it overboard before it could do much", Ripley
answered
modestly.
"The company people got to you too, huh?", she continued, obliquely
referring to his half complete report.
"Have they what! They're right miffed because someone dropped a nuke on
a
high plateau area of Acheron. That was you, I take it?"
"Bishop gave me the codes to drop one from orbit on the Alien ship, so
no
other poor souls would stumble across it."
"Wish I'd seen it. For years we've looked at those nukes and stencilled
on
them, but we never got to actually use one. And I slept through it all.
Don't tell me, they can bill you for it?"
"Yeah, well, the tabs getting quite big. It won't make much
difference."
That night was Hicks' second of normal sleep in a row. He didn't miss
the
cryogenic alternative in the least. You never dreamed in cryosleep.
Maybe that was another reason why the military preferred it.
Another off duty time. This time Hicks memories flashed back to the
time on
Tionis.
Bored bored bored. They were in temporary accommodation, playing craps
and
racing the Insects someone had collected, while awaiting the orders to
move onto the next troublespot they had to clean up. Half the time, a
few big time hunters would suffice to clean out whatever marauding
wildlife had taken a fancy to the colonists. But no, they had to send a
team of soldiers instead. Great. They'd trained for years to become bug
hunters.
"Okay, chiluns, I've scored us some vids", Drake the smartgunner
proudly
announced as he entered their enclave.
Everyones ears perked up. Entertainment at last. Wherever they were,
Drake
always managed to get his hands on some illegal vids. It was widely
believed he'd signed up to hide from the law. Nobody ever queried this;
a soldiers past was his own so long as it didn't interfere with his
work. But he certainly knew how to make the contacts. Maybe his scarred
appearance helped in that respect.
"What've you got for us today, Drake?", Crowe asked, intrigued.
"Lessee... 'Alien antics'... and 'Doggie training'"
"Well, what're you waiting for? Put em on", Hudson suggested.
Even Ferro the dropship pilot, Dietrich the stuffy medtech and Vasquez
joined in. They'd long since learned to find amusement wherever it could
be had. As long as fun wasn't poked at them as women, they didn't really
care what the men watched.
Someone scrounged a vidset from a back room, while Hicks grabbed an
armful
of beer cans from the fridge to go around.
'Alien antics' went on first. This one featured various partners having
sex
in turn with a species of Hermaphrodite monkey a few of them recognized
as a native of Vebi.
In between the howls of laughter, the loud groans as the vid-disk
descended
to a new low in film history, and the sound of beer being guzzled to
help the drinker recover from segments of the tape, came various lewd
remarks.
"Primates, not more fucken primates", Wierzbowski said out loud, in
between
the squelching and moaning the too-close microphone had captured for
eternity.
"Fuck, those things again. Ever been near them? They smell like
nobody's
business. I'd sooner shoot them than screw them", Vasquez, the 'Gamin
assassin' muttered.
"Same thing in your case, innit?", Drake retorted.
Vasquez biffed at him the furry insect she'd been stroking.
Apone chose that moment to walk in. He'd been out to check whether
their
orders had come in yet. There was a collective inhaling of breath. The
big Sergeant sized up the goings on at a glance.
"At ease. You'll go blind watching that sort of crap, people", he
announced
before returning to his paperwork.
A quiet guffaw went through the little crowd. Apone knew when to turn a
blind eye; as long their fun didn't do any harm he couldn't be bothered
to pull rank.
The next vid-disk was more of the same, with Earth-bound dogs. Very
deviant
stuff. The beer was long gone by the end. Even Drake was satisfyingly
disgusted with it all.
The Ladies wandered off after that to have drinkies down the road.
Unscheduled slack time was rare as hens teeth, and not to be missed.
They wisely reported their exact whereabouts to Hicks first, in case the
order to ship out came through.
"I could do with a stripper to get over that one", Frosty said out loud
after they'd gone.
"Well, what do you think, Hicks. Is that a good idea, or what?", Hudson
seconded the suggestion.
"Well, I'd say yes, but I'd best ask Apone first. Are the rest of you
in?" By the vigorous nods, he took the response to be 'yes'.
Hicks went to check with Apone. He wasn't gone long.
"The Sarge says 'yes', he'll even chip in. Who wants to arrange things?
Crowe? You seem to know your way around."
"Yeah, ok, give me the money and I'll be back in the hour."
Everyone chipped in 10 credits of military scrip. The girl wouldn't
have
much trouble getting 5 times its value on the black market. That was
another advantage of being in the Army, out in the boondocks things were
often cheaper than they would be otherwise.
By the time he'd returned with a slim long legged natural blonde, the
others
had turned up the lounge temperature for her benefit, set up a sound
system and collected everyones music so she could take her pick.
She looked a little nervous when she arrived, with all those men in the
Lounge awaiting her. Crowe reassured her, "Don't worry, they know how to
behave. Nobody lays a finger on you unless you let them."
The whistling and clapping told Crowe he'd made a good choice of girl.
He
rejoined his friends as the Blonde selected her choice of music and set
the volume.
When the music started, she put a hand to her ear while facing them
sideways, feigning listening.
The explosion of cheers and whistling from the assembled soldiers bade
her
to start.
First to go was the top, then the Leather miniskirt. The more she took
off,
the louder the cheers became. A real professional, she lip synched with
the songs she knew and pantomimed the words occasionally.
No shortage of cheering from this Audience. These soldiers beat many
crowds
she'd performed for. There was nothing she hated more than people paying
good money for her then staying quiet, as if she or they were doing
something wrong.
Time to start teasing. She invited Wierzbowski to remove her bra, to
tumultuous applause. She advanced on the men sitting on the floor in
front of the others, stooped over one and bent down close enough for him
to smell her cunny. He put his hands up and touched her legs, no
further. No worries from this bunch alright. Good.
She moved among them, teasing as she went. Bending down slightly and
closing
her legs or crotch against the legs of a few. Others, she rubbed the
crotch of their trousers with a hand. By now, some had hardons they were
trying to subtly cover by partly hiding behind their friends.
One went down on his knees, begging her to marry him.
"No, but you can take my shoes off", she replied.
She turned away before slowly, ever so slowly, pulling down her
underwear
while rocking her hips from side to side. The soldiers went crazy!
Buck naked, she wandered among them again, rubbing herself against
them,
hugging a few, letting them touch anything except her private parts. Not
yet...
She moved back again and lay down, legs spread wide for the first time.
While gyrating her hips, she put a hand between her legs and pulled
everything open for them to have a good look. The wilder she got, the
more they loved it. She was determined they were going to be satisfied
with this performance! She put a finger inside herself briefly before
standing again.
Once more she advanced on the men, before bending her knees and pulling
the
face of another who was sitting into her crotch. Instantly he was
nuzzling close and licking her. She let him have a good faceful of fluff
before choosing the two she was going to have fun with.
Crowe was enjoying the show with everyone else when she suddenly
advanced on
him and pulled him forward by the arm.
"Hey, wait a minute, not me!"
"Yes, you."
"Go on, Crowe.. YEEAAAAHHH!!!" Everyone shouted and cheered him on.
You think you're in luck... just you wait buster... Heh heh, she
thought. Swiftly she turned down the volume on the sound system, before
turning her
attention back to Crowe and unzipping his trousers, but not pulling them
down.
"The poor guys got a soft-on. Tsk tsk, have to do something about that,
won't we? Leave it to me. Close your eyes."
The moment he did, she whipped a ping pong ball attached to a length of
elastic from the discarded dress. Working quickly, she tied the other
end of the elastic to his lowered fly before lying back on the floor,
facing the crowd. She inserted the ping pong ball into her vagina and
held it there with her muscles. The elastic was nice and tight by now.
Perfect.
The others knew what was coming!
"Keep your eyes closed. Are you REEEAAAAAADDDYY????" she shouted.
"YYYEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" The men shouted, while Crowe nodded in
anticipation. Ok, you got it.
She worked the ball loose with her vagina muscles.
TWAANNGGG!!
--* THWACK *--
Right into the testicles.
While the others were almost doubled up in laughter, Crowe was bent
over
from a different sensation. Obviously not in much condition for
anything, he staggered back to the sidelines.
Poetic justice, you Bastard, Hudson mused. This made up nicely for the
tricks you did to me on Arcturius, he thought.
The Blonde selected Wierzbowski this time. He wasn't happy AT ALL, but
reluctantly went out at her insistence. Drake lent a helping hand, or a
helping shove.
Down went his trousers, then his underwear. She pushed him down to the
floor
and pulled them off completely.
"Thats the most shrunken pair I've ever seen", someone shouted at the
embarrassed soldier.
Ignoring the lewd remarks, she sat on his face before bending forward
and
fondling him until he was properly erect. On with the condom, then down
she went with her mouth.
They sixty-nined briefly, everyone being treated to a good view of her
wide
spread pussy being tongued, before she stood again, turned around to
face the assembled men, and sat on Wierzbowski's cock.
A few of the soldiers gasped, watching Wierzbowski's rod disappearing
into
her trimmed pussy. Quickly she built up a rhythm, her hair and little
breasts bobbing up and down with her motion. His hands went up to fondle
her breasts while one of hers pulled her vagina lips wide so the
assembled throng could have a clear view of the cock moving in and out.
He quickly came, and she climbed off.
She dressed and tidied herself, staying for a chat and a few drinks
before
leaving.
The orders arrived a day later and they shipped out, but that was one
party
Hicks and the others never forgot.
The repair section of the Hyperdine factory where Bishop lay was lit
with
antiseptic fluorescent lighting. The sounds of distant machinery and
technicians chattering amongst themselves were the only things that had
changed in the last few days.
The conversation was around him, about him, but little was directed at
him.
Occasionally he was asked to move an extremity and he'd send the
requisite light pulses, but mostly he was just another piece of
defective machinery they didn't pay much attention to.
Partway through the second day things sped up when the technicians
finished
wiring him back up and the engineers took over to weld his joints and
finish sealing him.
Someone entered his line of sight. "Okay Bishop, gimme a low pressure
coolant test... yep, good... go to high pressure... no leaks,
everythings sealed. Okay, relax. I'll laz-seal the skin then you're
finished. Someone did quite a job on you, didn't they?"
"Not a person, a 30 foot unclassified organism", Bishop corrected the
engineer.
The engineer grinned. "You'd fool anyone who didn't know you were
synthetic.
It's a pity your model only have circumstantial humour though. If I'd
been in charge it'd be different, but I suppose the military wouldn't
approve. Thats why I chose engineering instead of programming."
"My model?"
"Oh, you don't know of course. You've been superceded by the 600.
They're
brilliant. You're programmed to be an individual, but they decide on
their own little habits. We play 'spot the synthetic' with a volunteer
and a 600, and fail statistically. I didn't know they could pack that
level of holo-CPU into that little space. Thats still confidential by
the way, but you won't talk - thats one thing I like about working with
synthetics. And don't worry, the 600 is bloody expensive and gets bored
with longhaul jobs so you won't be replaced."
"I'm glad I don't work for Hyperdine then. I see I don't have many
secrets
here."
"Sorry about that. We have to know all the tics; fault diagnostics and
all
that."
The faint buzz of the engineers low-power welder started on his right
side
and began working its way over to the left. From all reports, if he did
a good job it'd leave hardly a mark.
"Oh... I think I should warn you that you're in for a grilling. ICC
Company
people are calling every hour, on the hour, wanting to know when you can
talk to them. One implied I didn't know my job because you weren't ready
yet. I told him to come here and see if he could do any better. He
disconnected. What would you have done?"
"Most likely I'd just let it go over my head. Keep my options open, so
to
speak."
"It's not like that with people. You're conservative and inoffensive,
but
nobody who knows you takes you lightly. I'd love to see him try it with
a 600, you can work up a good argument with one of those."
People. I'll never understand them as long as I'm functional, Bishop
thought. Put a hundred synthetics in a high-stress situation and they'll
all do the most logical thing. A hundred humans would likely do as many
things, ranging from panic to violence.
"What are the company people after?"
"They're not much for conversation, but one said he was after
information
about the organism you encountered."
"I'm afraid they may be disappointed. The mature form is
unapproachable, and
I didn't have the right equipment to study the biochemistry of the
immature form."
"Interesting beastie. Remind me to stay away from them, will you? Turn
onto
your left side, could you.... thanks. Tough bastard, to do this sort of
damage. Did you go out to fight them?"
"Sorry, I can't talk much. Military secrecy and all that."
"Fair enough. Okay, finished there. Now lets do the right side... thank
you."
"I'd like to meet the 600 model."
"Sorry, I can't take you to one, and I seriously doubt you'll be able
to
spot one. The few people who have them so far don't want it known."
"The list of owners is classified, I assume?"
"Right. Hell, we wanted to know ourselves but theres absolutely no way.
We'd
be interested to see who'd prefer one over a Human employee."
The sound of the welder stopped.
"You're finished. It's quite good, if I may say so myself. You can
hardly
tell. The area around the wound will look a little sunken for a few
days, but that'll disappear with your normal lubricant intake. Up you
get, Bishop. Take better care of yourself in future, won't you?"
"Thanks, I will."
"Not a problem, Bishop. I'll tell the company guys you're ready. Give
'em
hell for me."
A little worse for wear, Bishop got off the work platform and went to
an
interview room to await the Company execs. He didn't have to wait long.
The day of the inquiry arrived.
Ripley struggled out from the Hammock she'd strung between two
supports. As
easy as it was to be tipped onto the floor during the night, it was
still way preferable to the other option.
Bill had turned up the day before to pick up her neatly printed
statement
for the board to dissect in advance.
Newt was left with a friend from the cargo dock for the day. Ripley
expected
the inquiry to last all day and maybe the next. She remembered the
continual niggling questions, discussing the same points, over and over
again. There wasn't any reason for this one to differ, and she mentally
prepared for the worst.
There was a little surprise waiting outside the conference room, in the
form
of executive officer Bishop, who was chatting with Hicks as if nothing
had happened.
They made smalltalk until Bill turned up.
"Hello Bill. Who've we got in there? This'll be straightforward, yes?",
Ripley queried.
"Straightforward - no. Hello Mr Hicks, Bishop - good to meet both of
you in
person. You're a quick healer I see, Mr Hicks? Okay, business. I only
know what I've been told, but a lot more people are involved than
Ripleys last time. Every day more people have been showing up wanting to
ask questions. It's going to take some time, sorry. First it was the
company, the Feds and the insurance people, then the military showed up.
They're mad as hell about the Colony, of course. Publicity like that,
the
colonisation program can do without. They're all going to be trying to
pick holes in your stories. Remember, the tapes are only cover part of
what transpired on Acheron."
"Thats encouraging. Well, I'm used to it", Ripley answered.
"Not many people have the privilege of attending two inquiries" Bill
added,
trying to lighten the mood.
"Thats one honour I could do without"
"Yes, well, just tell them what happened, keep your patience, and
you'll do
fine. Sorry I can't help you in there, but I'm on your side if that
helps."
They were ushered in.
Well well, some things hadn't changed while they were away, she
thought. Van
Leuwen was still in charge of official executions. Well, he was out of
luck this time.
"This court of inquiry, into the total loss of the main colony complex
and
an atmosphere processor on Acheron, is now in session", Van Leuwen
began.
"Please note that Mr Burke was acting by himself and outside of his
instructions when he issued company order Six Twelve Nine, which Ms
Ripley brought to our attention. As Mr Burke is presumably deceased, his
alleged actions will be the subject of internal investigation, which is
not the scope of this court. Proceed."
"Alleged?", Ripley scoffed.
"What's he talking about?", Hicks whispered urgently.
"Burke sent the colonists to the alien ship that brought those bastards
to
Acheron, and he didn't even warn them first. I couldn't tell you then
because your soldiers wouldn't have thought twice about bumping him
off."
"Shit! He was responsible for that? Too right, I'd have made him a
permanent
fixture of the APC."
Yeah, and be up on a murder rap. No, Ripley was right. He'd have been
worse
off alive when the authorities got their hands on him.
An hour later they weren't so confident in the outcome.
"Mr Hicks, we have the following on tape; Your field commander ordering
you
to cease fire so he could hear the withdrawal order. Yet your soldiers
ignored this order and continued Automatic weapons fire, in a confined
space near an thermonuclear plant, soldiers from whom their ammunition
was sequestered for safety reasons. It looks like flagrant disregard of
orders and blind panic."
"With all due respect, Sir, you weren't there. Those things were
camouflaged
with the wall. They started coming out of the walls and killing my men."
"Are you offering an excuse for blind panic and ignoring orders that
would
have saved your mens lives?"
"Sir, thats not what happened."
"Thats what it looks like on the tapes. Tell us what they were doing,
then." "Trying to stay alive. Nobody tried to run, we were watching
each others
backs. We had never run into anything like this before. Those things
were fast, totally silent and blended in perfectly until they moved.
They didn't even show up on Infrared. We were taught that nothing living
can hide itself from IR. If you turned your back on anything, it jumped
on you. No matter what we did, we were being decimated. We ignored
Lieutenant Gormans orders because if we had carried them out, none of us
would have had any chance at all."
"So you admit to ignoring a superiors orders?"
"With good reason, yes."
"If you had obeyed his withdrawal order, 11 of your men might still be
alive."
"The whole thing might have been avoided if he had followed Ripleys
advice
and withdrawn us the moment her story was validated, and returned our
ammunition when we faced imminent attack. He did neither."
"Thats not the point."
"Then what is?"
"Corporal Hicks, the point is that wilful disobedience in battle costs
lives. It cost lives on Acheron. Lieutenant Gormans orders appeared
sound until he realised they weren't being obeyed."
"Apone was killed before he could organize a retreat, and we were cut
off.
Ripley can testify that Gorman froze when things came apart. Whatever
way you look at it, he cost lives."
"Corporal, How do you know some of the casualties weren't caused by
friendly
fire? The area was filled with smoke, a dozen soldiers nearby, with two
heavy weapons and miscellaneous smallarms firing, including an illegal
sidearm. Can you honestly say nobody could have been hit by friendly or
ricochet fire?
Hicks was impassive.
"Corporal Hicks."
"No, Sir."
"Thank you. Now, after withdrawal you and the other soldiers are on
tape
discussing solutions to the problem on hand. Promptly you agreed with
Ripleys suggestion of nuking the colony. Presumably this would have been
carried out had things not gone further wrong. There were perfectly
reasonable alternatives on hand you could have considered. Withdrawing
to await heavier weapons. Chemical attack. You could have consulted
higher authority and had a reply in 2 days. Why did you decide to ignore
all procedures at the spur of the moment?"
"We were the people on the spot. With biochemistry that weird, they
might
have snorted any chemicals we threw at them. They took us to pieces, the
odds are the result would have would have been the same no matter what
weapons we had. They weren't going to wait; god knows how far they could
have gotten in a few days. I made a judgement call and decided to be
SURE there wouldn't be a single one of those bastards for someone else
to find. I felt the use of nuclear force was warranted."
"And thats another thing. Even if nuclear force was justified for the
colony, Ripley, why did you take it upon yourself to drop a nuclear
device on the alien ship? To start with, you're fully aware that mankind
has never yet met another space travelling species. It would have been
absolutely, utterly, invaluable to science. Properly trained and briefed
people could have studied that ship. Secondly, nuclear weapons are
expensive pieces of hardware requiring very high authority for their
use. There are procedures in place to ensure their proper use. Did you
think to discuss it with anyone first?"
"She did", Bishop piped up in her defence. "I thought her decision was
entirely in line with what we'd seen and learned, otherwise I wouldn't
have given her the launch codes."
"But the alien ship was a different matter. If any aliens were present
there, they were in a dormant state, otherwise the colonists wouldn't
have made it back to the colony. You seem to have a habit of taking
expensive company property very lightly. Thank you, Ripley. I can assure
you this WILL be taken into consideration when the panel decides on
returning your license."
And on it went, all day and part way through the next. One niggling,
irritating questioner after another trying to transform company
liability into personal liability.
Just when Ripley felt near the point of exploding, Van Leuwen decided
the
inquiry wasn't going to advance any further, and sent them outside while
they considered the verdict.
The whole thing was a sham, Ripley felt. She had a horrible feeling the
company was going to try to paper over the facts. If they tried, she'd
go straight to the media. That was, if there was a single independent
source anywhere prepared to speak against the company and risk a lawsuit
thrown their way to harass them into silence.
An hour later they were back.
"It is the judgement of this court that Corporal Dwayne Hicks has acted
improperly and beyond his authority. Furthermore, that you failed in
your duty to maintain the required level of military discipline, and in
view of the seriousness of the outcome you are hereby reduced to the
rank of Private and suspended until such time that you're considered fit
for duty.
All relevant material to this case is sealed indefinitely, for the good
of
the public."
He stood through every agonizing moment, before calmly and deliberately
turning on his heels and striding out without a word. Nobody called him
back.
"Ellen Ripley, your conduct during this affair has been noted, and you
will
receive the boards decision on the return of your ICC license in due
course."
And that was that. All neat and tidy. By the book. Legal. Final. No
right of
appeal.
In other words, keep your mouth shut, and there might yet be a future
for
you with us. Fuck you, she thought. She wasn't banking on false hopes.
Not this time.
The dirty work done, the officials started packing to leave.
"Ripley, the memorial service for the Colonists and soldiers will be
broadcast this afternoon, as soon as the relatives have been informed.
You're invited to attend if you like", Van Leuwen added.
She waited until the last official had left before returning to her
apartment.
Hicks returned to the Sulaco. The MP's on guard didn't challenge him
for ID
when he marched through the connecting airlock. They knew who he was and
why he was there.
In 2 days the vessel was shipping out with a new crew. Unlikely he'd
ever
see it again. His last job here was clearing out his locker, then it
didn't matter. He'd find a station apartment and a temporary job until
he was reassigned or worse.
The bastards really knew how to twist stories around their chubby
unworked
corporate fingers. Company lies against his mens lives. The colonists
lives. A few pieces of paper had thrown them all away without the
slightest sign of human compassion.
Hicks went to the common exercise room to let off steam, starting on
bringing himself back to peak condition while he was about it. Then he
showered and dressed in off-duty attire before watching Newscasts on the
control deck, whiling away the hours before he had to be off the vessel.
Ripley didn't really feel like it, but she hit the "on" stud on the TV
to
watch the memorial broadcast at about the same time as Hicks.
The Company president himself was delivering the edict. No wonder. This
reflected directly on everything he and his predecessors had fought for.
"....The Colonists had no way of knowing there was a dormant alien
virus on
the planet. They came across it in the normal course of exploration, and
all but one died as a result."
WHAT!!?!
Ripley stormed out and ran up the corridor, heading for the reception
area.
The job done, The Company president was striding quickly down the
corridor
away from the Media. He despised coverage, more so actually being on
Camera. Far better to pull the strings from above and give people other
faces to see.
As always, he was escorted by his chubby little Lawyer. Today he also
had
his new Secretary, Vanessa, walking in step with him. She was the
quickest learner he'd ever known; he was training her up personally for
the job. Averaging a few steps behind, were his faithful executive
hangers-on.
He was pleased with himself. He had a right to be, now that this
unpleasant
little affair was tidied up without a hitch. This way, anything that
leaked could be ignored or written off as an unsubstantiated rumour,
especially with every scrap of evidence locked securely inside the
Company computers.
Nothing could be allowed to interfere with the special projects, that
was
where his backup clout was. He was fully prepared to use any means fair
or foul to advance them, no matter what.
Directly ahead, the corridor took a right angle bend towards his
office. An
upset-looking woman had emerged from behind it, striding toward him.
Nice looking Dame, he thought. Subtly he adjusted course to allow her to
pass to one side.
Instead, she grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.
"You Bastard! You think you can get away with murder like that?" she
shouted
at him before his executives pounced and dragged her clear.
"Who's this?", he contemptuously demanded while brushing the imagined
grime
off his suit.
Ripley got an arm free. The stinging, open handed slap crackled in the
hallway.
There was a moment of stunned silence before his minders got a firmer
hold
and pulled her further away.
"She's the one from the Sulaco. Don't take action against her, it
wouldn't
look good", Roberts lawyer advised.
"And let the Bitch get away with that?"
"In court she could say anything relevant to the case in her defence. I
can't advise strongly enough to let it slide."
Shit. For once he was in a fix.
"Let her go", he finally said.
Reluctantly they did so. Ripley shook free and strode off in the
opposite
direction. At least she'd made her feelings known, for what it was
worth.
The President looked to Vanessa for support. It wasn't forthcoming.
"Don't look so surprised, you backed her into a corner with no exit and
she
fought back. It wasn't so unexpected."
"You're an associate, you're supposed to be on my side."
"Business, yes. That was personal, and I'm staying out of it. You've
said
many times I've got a mind of my own. Let me use it, will you?"
"Don't you ever get mad at anyone? It helps."
"Maybe it does. I wouldn't know."
Ouch. He hadn't expected Vanessa to sting like that. Her loyalty was
unquestioned though; he'd let her have her way. She was an invaluable
asset to his work.
Actually, while he was in the mood, there was another job to do...
Bishop was standing not far off. He'd observed this byplay in silence.
One
advantage of being an Android was, he could process sound input and as a
result, hear far better than humans.
What he couldn't understand was; what did the presidents associates
whispering amongst themselves mean by 'A bit of fluff on the side?'
The President watched Ripley calmly striding away without so much as an
afterthought or a look back.
"I want that bitch", he said to nobody in particular.
"Maybe I can help you with that", Bill piped up.
"I'm listening, Bill."
"She's about to get her commercial flight license back."
"We'll see about that. People don't live on gateway unless they work
here.
What does she do?"
"She's in the cargo docks, running forklifts and stuff"
"She's fired." As an afterthought to the lawyer, "Is it safe?"
"Call it... 'Labor restructuring' or something and she can't prove
anything."
Right, this had gone far enough, Hicks decided. The time for talk was
over. Engineers and welders were busily restoring the interior of the
vessel. A
new dropship had been installed. A senior officer and a few men were
inspecting the Sulaco; their new home.
He ignored all of this and went straight to his locker. Bag. Open
locker.
Clothing, Souvenirs from a dozen worlds, a womans jewellery, exotic
cigarettes and a lighter tumbled into the bag as they spilled out.
Four innocuous little packages remained. Plastic explosive. "For
emergency
use only", he muttered. He remembered Apones strict caution on the
stuff. "Never, ever store it with detonators, or grenades. But always
keep some in your emergency kit. It can't explode unless it's detonated.
If you're lost and half frozen, throw some on a fire and it'll warm you
up better than anything else. Strictly speaking, it's an offence to keep
some, but use your heads about where you store your bit, and I'll
overlook it."
Well, he was grateful for Apone bending the rules for his mens benefit.
Apone always put his subordinates first. He had relied on them every bit
as much as they relied on them. Time to repay the favor.
Hicks opened Hudsons locker. As expected, the Comtechs pigeonhole
contained
a minor arsenal of electronics. He was sure Hudson wouldn't have minded
him taking some for what he had in mind. Scrupulously avoiding Hudsons
personal effects, he sorted out what he needed. An electronic detonator
and some det cord joined the plastique in his bag. At the last moment he
added a selection of bugging devices and a few necessary tools and
parts.
Ripley barely had a chance to return to her apartment when her console
began
beeping for attention.
"Hello?", she answered as she pressed the 'answer' stud.
The Dockside manager. Ah, a big freighter was in and they needed her
help
unloading.
"Hello Ripley... Ummm.. I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you",
he
said.
"Go on."
"I've been instructed that you are no longer working for us. I'm so
sorry.
It wasn't my choice, believe me. You're a good worker, you don't
deserve..."
"WHO instructed you?"
"Some Company hotshot called Bill."
"Bill?"
"You know him?
"I thought I did... Look... don't worry, I know it wasn't your fault. I
know
they went over your head."
"Ripley... you deserve better than this."
"Don't we all? I hope we cross paths again, you're good to work for.
All the
best for you and your family, Stephen."
"Wheres Bills card? I'm gonna blister the bastards ears..", she began.
Again, the console beeped for attention.
"Ellen Ripley?", a security officer asked.
"Yes?"
"It's come to our notice that you are no longer employed on this
station,
and neither is your presence on this station required for flight duty.
Therefore, we are compelled to order you to return to Earth within 48
hours. Do you have any questions?"
She disconnected without a word.
She wasn't needed here. That meant her contract was gone. The Company
had
won, it had taken her future. She had been naive to think she could make
a dent in their plans, she saw that now. Justice in their eyes had
nothing to do with protecting the innocent, it was about winning. But
she'd tried. God, she'd tried. At least she had Newt. Although that was
still far from final, they had each other for now. She could go
peacefully on tonights shuttle, or she could wait a few days and make a
scene when the security people turned up. No, she'd go tonight. She'd
been manhandled enough, and she wasn't exposing Newt to that. And
Dwayne? She'd contact him afterwards, it was better that way. It wasn't
like she had nothing, she still had a perfectly acceptable set of skills
for work on Earth. But not with an ICC-owned company or a subsidiary.
Even if she wasn't blacklisted, she'd refuse on principle to have
anything to do with them.
The door beeped for attention. Fuck off. A second time. Again, she
ignored
it.
"Ellen, It's Dwayne. Are you in there?"
Ripley pounced on the door, and literally dragged him through the
doorway.
He fell into her arms, dropping the laden bag at her feet as she pulled
the door shut behind them.
"I know", he said. "I know what they did. To you, to me. And the
bastards
are getting away with everything."
"This was only ever meant to be a short term job, but it's all I had.
Now
it's gone. Everything I've worked for is gone." Ripley looked like she
wanted to cry.
Hicks pulled back. "No! Don't let them have the privilege. Consider
their
hatred to be a badge of honour."
Despite herself, Ripley smiled.
"Do you always know what to say to make someone feel good?"
"No, I fake it most of the time. A soldier has to look like he's got
everything covered. To look cool, you understand."
In his arms she felt warm, comfortable and wanted. This was the closest
she
had gotten to him. On Acheron she had felt his warm body against her as
he instructed her in the use of a pulse-rifle. Then, it had been
innocent and purely necessary, and she remembered mentally struggling to
not edge closer to him. Now, it was shared and personal.
Silence. Their eyes met. Neither looked away.
Hicks felt a sudden twinge of guilt, thinking he was getting a little
familiar, and pulled back a few inches.
Not this time, she was having none of it. "No... hold me, please",
Ripley
pleaded.
Relieved that the feeling was mutual, he pulled close again.
"Is it true, a soldier has a girlfriend at every port?", she asked.
"I've had my share. I won't try to hide the fact."
"You're honest too. I like that. Hicks..."
He knew what was next.
"Yes?"
"Make love to me."
"You're sure?"
"I need it, right now."
With one swift movement he scooped her up into his arms. Hicks was
grateful
for the years of physical training that helped him to easily carry
Ripley's unresisting form over to the bed.
"I take that to mean 'yes'?"
"How long have we got?", Hicks replied.
Ripley glanced at the wall clock. "3 hours before Newt comes back."
"Good. I want to take my time and make you feel good. Okay?"
"Yes, oh, yessss....", Ripley begged.
She lifted her butt off the bed while he pulled her trousers off, then
undid
her shirt from the bottom up. He could plainly see a few dark hairs
poking out of Ripleys skimpy white underwear, and barely restrained
himself from slipping a finger underneath immediately. Her firm proud
breasts with big dark Areolae were visibly aching for attention as he
released them from hiding.
"Close your eyes, Love. Just lie back and relax", Hicks asked.
He found what he was looking for, a spare sheet. He swept it over her
near-naked body, covering her from neck to toe. Then slowly, ever so
slowly, he pulled it down her body whilst holding it low to maintain
body contact. He repeated this two more times. As expected, by the third
time she was visibly relaxed. Another few more times and she'd likely
nod off.
"Where did you learn that? It's wonderful", she murmured.
"A former girlfriend taught me that. It really works, doesn't it?", he
answered, as he started massaging his was up her leg. Ripley know what
was coming as his soothing hands closed on her crotch, and she spread
her legs slightly to allow access.
The higher he got, the warmer her flesh became. Yes, there was no doubt
about it now, he could see a faint but distinct moistness on her panties
as he homed toward them. Finally Ripley felt a finger ease under the
band, and groaned loudly when the finger reached her crack and started
moving up and down.
Hicks responded by lifting a leg further out of the way and bending
down for
a closer look. He lifted the band of her panties to one side, away from
her moist crack, before planting a kiss on the inner lips.
"I liked the tongue... more, please?"
Ripley put her legs together so Hicks could pull her undies down and
off
using the fingers inside them, then spread her legs wide again for their
mutual pleasure. The hardon in his pants was almost painful now, and it
took some ignoring as he set to work pleasuring Ripley.
The luxurious, untrimmed Black pubic hair was a delight to explore. He
pulled the hair aside and parted the outer lips. Wet, willing, pinkness
was exposed as he did so. He kissed her thighs, and started kissing his
way closer and closer to where she wanted his tongue. She thought she
would scream when he got there; miraculously she didn't when she felt
the first flick of his tongue on her shiny, wet, erect clitoris.
He knew she wouldn't last long with his oral expertise; the fun lay in
prolonging the delightful torture and bringing her off as loudly as he
could. Around and around, up and down her wide, wet slit went his
tongue. He would slowly roll her clitoris around before lashing it
momentarily, then easing off to orally explore the rest of her cunt. He
dipped the tip into her vagina and pushed it in as far in as it would
go. The effort was rewarded by the sweet, salty taste of her upwelling
lubrication. A finger went to the entrance of her cunt and swirled its
way inside, deeper and deeper until it was in to the hilt.
While probing around inside, he planted his mouth over as much of her
slit
as possible and sucked hard while licking the ever so exposed clitoris.
Oh, Fuck that felt good! Determined to make sure their lovemaking
didn't end
for any reason, Ripley wrapped her legs around his neck and rested her
feet on his back. There, you're trapped now, Hicks. Now eat me.. eat
me... eat me all night long... Her former husband had called her a
mantrap on several occasions before things went sour. He'd meant it
several ways.
A second finger joined the first in probing and plumbing her insides.
Oh
Jeez, how long had it been since she'd had a cock for herself? Two
years? Three? Long Dormant feelings exploded inside Ripley and she
mentally begged him for more and more of what he was doing.
Little by little he was spending more time concentrating on her clit.
The
fingers inside her cunt withdrew, bringing with them a thin stream of
lubricant and juice that dribbled obscenely down between her
outstretched legs, before he massaged all around her cunt, finding and
warming all the sensitive parts she liked to touch on the rare occasions
these days when she was alone and in the mood.
One of the few things she'd always been consistent about was her
personal
hygiene, even after the Nostromo flight when she had far more pressing
concerns. She was glad for that now; Hicks was plainly enjoying himself
as he toyed with her private parts.
There were only two parts he wasn't touching that she wanted him to
touch,
but both his hands were busy elsewhere. Her Breasts. She circled her
nipples and Areolae with her fingers until they went erect. Hicks winked
at her as she watched him nodding his head to keep up the
pleasure-giving while resting his tongue.
He took hold of her left leg and pulled it off him so he could quickly
change position, this time coming at her slit from the side. He planted
his mouth over as much of the slit as possible and sucked... Hard.
Ripley groaned, louder than last time. While maintaining the regular
suction he lashed the full length of her cunt over and over before
settling on working her clitoris to bring her off.
She took hold of the back of his head and pushed it closer to her
crack.
Harder lover, harder. More... more... she mentally pleaded as he gave
her cunt a tongue bath. He reponded by lashing her clitoris with his
tongue nonstop until he slowed from tiredness. He obviously enjoys this,
Ripley thought. Well, it's YOUR turn next, just as soon as you bring me
off.
Now she was approaching the brink and he knew it. He saw the increase
in
lubricant in her cunt and felt the slight tremors in her body, the
harbingers of orgasm. She might turn nasty if he tried prolonging her
pleasure much further, so he frantically licked her clit nonstop.
Suddenly her legs closed around his head as she groaned loudly. He
didn't
stop, but kept on licking, riding her until the pleasure turned to
discomfort. Finally Ripley subsided and relaxed, allowing him to escape.
"You'll have to give me a minute to rest, Hicks. Massage me until then,
could you?"
"Sure."
Hicks helped turn Ripley onto her stomach and began massaging her sweat
streaked body, starting with her shoulders and working over her back.
"Are you going to stick with the army, now they've taken you down?",
she
asked.
"It's the only thing I ever wanted to do. I'm suspended as you know, so
I'll
look for a place to stay until they figure out what to do with me."
"You've found one."
"Pardon?"
"They've ordered me off the station as you know. We're leaving
tonight." "That soon?"
"The sooner I'm away from them, the better. Tell me about Army life,
could
you? I was tempted to join, years ago."
"Well, it's not that glamorous. Theres little in the way of actual
fighting.
We're odd-job people, mostly. Our usual job is killing whatever bugs are
giving some dumb colonists a hard time. A few times we've been sent in
to back up the local police in disputes. Half the time it's just locals
trying to get independence from the company. We don't know who's in the
right then, but we do our job anyway."
By now his soothing hands had reached her bottom. Ohh... Ripley liked
that.
She felt herself getting randy again, and turned over for more action.
She pulled down his zipper and exposed his manhood. With both hands she
started fondling his cock and balls.
"He's getting harder... he's getting harder... he's getting harder...",
she
began, smiling broadly.
The sudden warm wetness around his cock took Hicks by surprise, as
Ripley
undid his shoelaces with a free hand and flicked them and his trousers
off. Rhythmically she fondled his balls while sucking and going up and
down on his cock.
"For a woman nearing a hundred, you're good at what you're doing", he
joked. Ripley stopped and looked at him. "Dwayne, I have some VERY
sensitive parts
in my hands. You DO want to keep them, don't you?"
Presently she returned to fellating Hicks. Mmmmmm... He had MONTHS
worth of
cum filling his balls... If she kept up what she was doing, she was
going to find out all about it. Ripley was now sucking, moving her mouth
up and down the length and jerking him off all at the same time. He
spread his legs further to allow better access to his balls for her free
hand. She immediately obliged.
It wasn't long before she started recognizing the signs he was close,
and
stopped.
"Do you want me to continue and happily accept a faceful or a mouthful,
or
are you going to be a gentleman and fill me with that cock of yours?"
"Are you protected?"
"Yes, come on. I want you inside me."
"How do you want it?"
"I want to ride you. Lie back"
Ripley climbed up on top, while Hicks began teasing her nipples. "Yes,
keep
doing that", she murmured as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
For the first time in over two years Ripley felt a solid, warm erection
spreading her wings and sliding inside. She started fucking it in and
out, forcing more and more cock inside herself until she felt his pubic
hairs brushing against hers.
"Now you're all mine, Corporal. God knows I've wanted this for so long,
and
now I'm getting it", she said as she began moving. Mentally she was
shouting out to Bill and the Company president... Fuck you! You can't
stop me doing what I want. Take your stinking job and SHOVE IT! THIS is
life, this is what it's all about. You don't know anything about it, all
you know is your pathetic greed. Any women you get are screwing you for
your money, not because they WANT IT.
Take THIS, she shouted out loud in her mind, exorcising her anger as
she
impaled herself on Hicks cock again and again. Lust distorted her smooth
face as she got into a regular rhythm with Hicks, bouncing up and down
while he supported her heaving, trembling breasts in his hot hands. The
only sounds in the room were the regular slapping of her thighs against
his, their combined heavy breathing, and the faint, slick, sliding sound
of two bodies in heat, united in wanton desire and lust. She felt the
hard length slipping and sliding inside her and knew the sheets were
going to be wet with their juices before they were finished. The
resulting stain would be her going away present to remind Hicks of this
afternoon.
She reached behind herself to fondle his balls to help bring him off
inside
her. Hicks was getting close now, and he desperately wanted to make her
come with him inside. He spotted just the thing he needed.
"Oh Jeez thats good... Can I do something?", he asked.
"Do whatever you like, but I'm getting tired. If you don't come soon
you'll
have to take over."
"Come on. Bend down and hold me, and wrap your legs around me."
Intrigued, Ripley did so. She hugged him while he swayed to one side
then
the other so she could wrap her legs around his hips.
"Okay, hang on. I'm taking you across the room."
"What for?", she asked.
"You'll like it. Trust me."
"Trust you? I hardly know you!", she cheekily replied.
With a mighty effort he managed to push his way upright then stand up,
his
cock still deeply embedded in her. Holding her to him with one hand, he
grabbed a sheet off the bed and covered Ripleys back with it before
walking over to the Hammock he'd spotted. He pulled the hammock open
before laying her sideways across it, then put her legs over his
shoulders to complete what he had in mind.
"Comfortable? We can go for hours like this without getting tired", he
said
as he resumed fucking her. This time the only contact between them was
her legs and his cock. He was standing upright on the floor. Each time
his cock pounded into her, her thighs met his and they bounced apart.
Gravity brought them back together of course, and he only had to move
forward to increase their fucking speed. Ripley only had to lie back on
the Hammock and enjoy the ride.
"Shit. I never thought of this. God, it's nice though", she commented.
He responded by putting his right hand down to where they were united
and
started playing with her Clitoris. She liked that. A little later, she
was trembling, eyes closed, totally engrossed in the pleasure she was
receiving.
Lets try something else, he thought. He paused his movement, and put
his
left forefinger next to his cock, then slowly slid it into her cunt
alongside his cock.
That woke her up.
"What the hell is that?", she asked out loud when she felt her cunt
being
stretched wider than any of the few cocks she'd ever known
Oh... she realised when she saw both of his hands at work on her cunt
at
once, while his cock was just visible as it slid in and out. She could
see and feel his balls slapping against her thighs. At once she was
surprised and turned on more than ever by the sexy sight. That in turn
ignited the flame in her cunt again.
"Oh, fuck! Don't you DARE stop now. Fuck am I gonna come, Hicks." Then
she
started groaning from pleasure, and she hadn't even come yet.
Moments later she saw Hicks jaw drop open and his head tilt back as he
started cumming inside her. He went crazy, slamming his cock harder and
harder into her as he came. Ripley actually felt the sudden warm splash
as the long-stored semen emptied into her. That sent her over the edge,
and she cried out as another and yet another spurt coated her insides.
Her muscles contracted around his cock, and that sent him high again
just as his orgasm started to end.
Shivering and crying out in shared pleasure, Hicks finally slumped into
her
arms.
"Lie on me, please... Just don't try to climb in as well or we'll tip
off",
Ripley gasped. Slowly they calmed down and cooled off together.
"Well Dwayne, I'm sorry but you've failed your physical. You're going
to
have to start again from scratch", she cheekily said.
Hicks grinned. "I would, but you've worn me out. Give me a break first
and
we will."
They transferred again to her bed so Ripley could massage Hicks back
while
they talked about their respective plans for the future. The next hour
was spent talking, drinking, embracing and kissing in bed.
A good half hour before Newt was due back Hicks showered and dressed
before
leaving so he could make a more discreet entrance later in the evening
when Newt was around, to stay the night in the hammock.
When he was gone Ripley tidied the place up a little and folded the
sweat,
female juice, and semen-stained sheet out of sight.
Ripley booked by vidphone two seats on tonights U.S return flight and
hunted
out the Catbox for Jonesy, before packing her meagre possessions into
two cases.
She'd just finished when Newt returned from the friends place she'd
been at
during the days of the Court martial cum inquiry cum execution.
Immediately the 11 year olds nose turned up.
"Mommy, whats the smell?"
What smell? Oh... the previous frantic lovemaking was still discernible
in
the air. Oops. Maybe someday I'll tell you about it, Newt.
"Oh, nothing, Newt. I've been working and packing. We're booked on a
flight
down to Earth tonight."
Newt was ecstatic at the news, as she expected. She'd save the full
explanation for their departure for when they were on Earth soil again.
As planned, shortly afterwards Hicks turned up again, his possessions
in
hand. After a good-sized meal (her last of artificial food, hopefully)
Newt and Ripley slept together fitfully on the bed while Hicks had the
hammock, until the alarm went off an hour before their departure time.
She cleaned the scratches Jonesy left on Hicks's arm before the feisty
feline was safely confined in his box, then probably for the last time,
Ripley and Hicks cuddled and held each other when the time came to
leave.
Bill was waiting by the airlock. What? Oh, good. Get ready for an
earful,
you Bastard. Sleep was evident on his face. This obviously wasn't a
courtesy call. Well, she'd repay the favour in kind.
"I'm here to see you off, and thats all. Don't expect any sympathy. You
brought this on yourself, Ripley."
"Newt, go ahead. You'll only have to show your ID to get in. Try and
grab a
pair of window seats. I'll join you in a minute."
"Okay."
When Newt was out of earshot, Ripley slowly turned her attention
towards
Bill.
"You know, I'm really too tired to be bothered, but I know what you
did.
Your boss is a murderer and you're an accessory to the fact. He's the
kind of guy who'd eat his own children if he was starving, and if you
weren't busy wiping the shit off his chin all day long, you'd see what
you're a part of..."
"Now you hold it RIGHT THERE, Ripley!!"
"SHUT UP! I haven't finished yet. I handed Burke, your predecessor on
Acheron, a grenade down in the tunnels. He begged me for it when he felt
the alien growing inside him. If he'd gotten his precious specimens
back, you wouldn't have had it that easy when someone made a mistake and
it got loose, and sooner or later it would have.
You're nothing but a PARASITE, and you bet your arse your boss knows
it.
Someday he'll get bored with you and flick you off just as easily, and
you'll be left with nothing except your high and mighty clothes. He's
probably got a speech all prepared for the occasion."
Ripley lifted the shoulders of his suit with her fingertips to
demonstrate
the point, before continuing.
"The people you've spat on will walk all over you, and you'll end up
just
another nobody. And I'll be the first in line to wipe my shoes on you."
Bills face had slowly turned livid, and now he rounded on her.
"You underestimate him. He looks after his protege's. You'll never get
anywhere, you never see the opportunities in front of you and you never
go with the flow. If you'd done that you'd have been sitting pretty. You
think you're someone special? You were never anything except a tool
working for us as long as you were useful. You and you alone brought
this on yourself. Now... GET OUT of here!"
"Wrong. He's on a power trip, and theres no better way to show it than
throwing someone away. Think about that, when it happens to you."
"I think you'd better leave."
"You're right for once. Goodbye."
The airlock between Gateway and the Shuttle closed behind Ripley and
Newt,
probably for the last time. Not that she cared much any more for station
life. It was all very well to circle the earth a dozen times a day, but
she longed for soil under her feet.
The shuttle capacity was fifty, but barely 10 were watching the
countdown to
de-orbit, sleeping, or watching the view.
With little more than the standard request to buckle in, the shuttle
gently
parted company with Gateway and drifted away.
"We decelerate in 10 minutes and reenter the atmosphere in an hour.
Drinks
and Meals will be available at the landing site. Please remain strapped
in your seats and follow the zero-gee regulations displayed on the
screen in front of you. Have a nice trip", the pilot announced.
Newts stomach jumped when she experienced zero-g for the first time,
but
that soon passed. Most of the passengers around them were nodding off.
After all, it was nearly 2am now. Neither resisted the drowsiness
brought on by zero-gee.
Ripley was regaining her appetite after the events of the last few
hours.
Food.. yes. food. No matter how much recycling the station fare
received, she could still tell it from the real thing. After so many
months her taste glands were in for a delightful surprise.
And there it was. Hot Corn on the cob covered with real butter, sliced
Ham,
home grown potatoes and vegetables, spoonfuls of meat. Yummy! She didn't
wait to savour the aroma but got stuck in, wolfing down huge mouthfuls.
The juicy stuff going down her throat filled an appetite she'd almost
forgotten.
"Hey Ripley, save some for us!" Parker said as his hand whipped the
meal
away.
Indignant, Ripley was about to deliver Parker an earful when she
realised
where she was. The Nostromo's mess. She looked up. Dallas, Lambert,
Brett, Parker, Kane and Ash were regarding her angrily.
"Sorry", she said, embarrassed at what she'd done.
"You could have waited for us, instead of skiving off from work",
Dallas
grumbled.
"Never there when theres work to do", Parker muttered.
Slowly the atmosphere relaxed and became convivial again. Long gone
conversations were resumed. Parker and Brett haggling over the bonus
situation with Dallas, threatening to go to higher authority. Lambert
was stoically silent; she never had much to say.
Like most of the others, she was on a work contract taking her far from
the
pressures of Earth. Scant years before, she'd met her dream man at the
University party. Months later they married, far too young, she realised
that now. Promptly she became pregnant with Amy, and that was when the
trouble began. They started arguing over the most trivial things, and
they suffered each other for ten long years before finally, bitterly,
separating. Amy was so upset she didn't want to stay with either parent.
Out of respect for her and to give things a rest and a little distance,
she accepted the contract.
She easily fitted into the crew, they had a lot in common. The only
taboo
subject of discussion was their backgrounds. They all showed in little
ways a wish to leave their respective pasts alone for awhile; like
addressing themselves by their sirname and not the given name. First
names reminded them of pasts best forgotten.
Then she noticed that Ash kept glancing toward Kane, as if he was
expecting
something.
Suddenly she knew what was coming.
Her scream echoed through the mess as she jumped up and tried to run.
But
her legs wouldn't move. Behind her, Kane's sudden agonized choking only
confirmed what she already knew.
"Now whats wrong, Ripley?", Dallas asked.
"Damned emotional woman. How did she get stuck with us?" Parker
sneered. "GET OUT! Get to the lifeboat, before it kills you all!"
The mocking laughter failed to dim Kanes screams.
Finally she cleared the mess-room door. She just couldn't get her legs
to
move, they were like lead. She wanted to cry, but foremost in her mind
was the lifeboat, she had to get off the ship before it was too late.
"What the hell? Oh, jesus!" Someone finally noticed Kanes condition.
The sudden inhuman screaming from the mess overtook her, punishing her
for
trying to escape. Kane fell out the door into her line of sight as she
looked back, clutching his chest as the ugly red stain spread out from
his sternum, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bone popping
as the abomination within fought to escape and chase her.
The gravity and light level in the corridor began to increase, as the
sudden
pressure across her chest and the unendurable pain began. The Alien
within pushed past his agonized, clutching fingers as he fell forward.
The bloodied, gray snakelike thing that emerged from the ragged hole in
his sternum immediately caught sight of her and started wriggling
towards her...
Ripley awoke with a rush, to the darkened but familiar interior of the
shuttle. Newts arm was across her chest, as the little girl huddled
sideways within her seat restraints for warmth. Outside, a bright orange
glow was spreading back from the base of the shuttle as it hurtled
through the atmosphere on its re-entry path.
---------------
Ripley and Newt moved into a San Francisco apartment block within hours
of
landing on Earth. The next day Newt was booked into school while Ripley
went job hunting. With her skills she quickly landed herself with
another sinecure loading job. As with the station dockside job, her
first impression was that her boss and co-workers were surprised at a
woman driving loaders and forklifts, but their standoffish attitude
shortly vanished when she proved herself capable and a quick learner.
Several weeks afterwards things were becoming more settled. Ripley had
nearly forgotten her uprooting from the station whilst establishing
herself again. She couldn't do anything about that - and the people who
could, obviously wouldn't - so she tried not to so much as let it cross
her mind. Ripleys father unknowingly summed it up neatly for her years
before he died. "Ellen, if you don't get rid of your past, you die a
little each day."
Ripley had gone through the full range of emotions and changed beyond
measure in the last few years. The naive divorcee had changed into a
strong willed woman. With that bitter knowledge also came the wisdom to
keep her heart and mind open for what lay ahead.
There was a future here, she just had to find it. And someday she'd
peel
back the layers of toughness in one of the hombres she worked with
sufficiently to marry him. She was alive and kicking despite the
Company's best efforts; surely that counted for something in the scheme
of things. For now, there was work and finding her own little niche in
society. Her time would come again.
Newt seemed to be settling in without a fuss and coming to terms with
losing
her family, in her own way. The shell she'd retreated into on Acheron
was still there if you looked at her the right way, but that would fade
in time. She seemed a box of birds about school and never grizzled in
the slightest, so the vidphone call took her by surprise one evening.
"Ms Ripley?"
"Speaking."
"Hello, I'm Miss Lindsay. I'm the guidance counsellor at Rebeccas
school.
How are you?"
"Fine, thank you. Hows Newt... Rebecca settling in?"
"Good, very well, in fact. I'm calling to ask for your advice. No,
she's not
in trouble."
"Go ahead."
"Well, She's a fine, very mature girl for her age and she expresses
herself
herself well, considering, but she seems reluctant to mix or socialize
with people. One girl has been trying very hard to be friends with
Rebecca, but she keeps distancing herself.
I have her background on record of course, but my feeling is that her
behaviour is more consistent with guilt than loss.
Is there something I should know, so I can talk to her about it?"
Ripley thought this over for a minute.
"Hmmm, Maybe I should give it a try first. She's never talked much
about
Acheron, even to me. I was letting her come around to it in her own
time, but I'll give it a try when she comes home."
Miss Lindsay looked thoughtful, then agreed.
When Newt arrived home, Ripley sat her down for a chat, and mentioned
that
people were concerned for her.
"I realize you don't want to talk about what happened on Acheron, but I
think maybe you should let it out of your system."
"I don't know if I can..."
"You don't have to if you don't want to, Newt. I'm not going to force
you." Newt looked up from the floor, into Ripleys eyes.
Slowly, Grudgingly, she began recalling her story.
The colony of Acheron was definitely in the long-term investment
category as
far as the ICC company was concerned. From the outside the little
planetoid was little more than a barren air-blasted, slightly oblate
rock. Underneath was what made their heroic efforts to colonize this
remote dirtball worthwhile. The initial robot survey craft discovered
its surface gravity was a surprisingly high 86 percent that of Earth.
Radar mapping of the permanently enshrouded surface revealed the
distinctive patterns of fault scarping, indicative of a planet comprised
almost entirely of metal. As it cooled during its early days it shrunk,
and the outer layers of rock fell in to produce the observed faults.
Barely a kilometer down in places was a valuable admixture of Iron,
titanium and other metals. Between the Metal and rock was a layer of
Coal, formed from Carbon baked out in the planetoids chaotic early days.
That meant petrochemicals.
The planetoid was one huge potential mine in the Company's eyes.
That would never be the concern of the present Colony management,
however.
They wouldn't see this world opened up for mining. Their job was to make
it livable and direct the resources poured onto this unpalatable little
hole. Some fifteen years hence according to the climatologists, the
reflective clouds would break to allow heat and sunlight from the unseen
sun to reach the surface directly. Within months the Colony, situated
near the planetary equator, would be luxuriating in a semitropical
climate. The screaming winds would always be present as a result of
Acherons unusually rapid rotation, but everyone was looking forward to
that day. Until then they had to make do with liquid sunshine.
Simpson and Lydecker were the Operations manager and assistant
respectively.
Simpson was respected by everyone for always putting in a good days
slog. It showed in his perpetually sweat stained clothes. Lydecker
cheerfully accepted the paperwork Simpson delegated his way but looked
no less harried for it.
The 157 Colonists they currently looked after had been carefully
selected by
personality and background to ensure the lowest possible level of
personal conflict. Everyone was totally dedicated to family first,
career second. Simpson and Lydeckers hardest job was ensuring their
people always saw their efforts and sacrifices as worthwhile.
Disenchantment in a locale this isolated would be simply disastrous.
There were no soft bodies here - even the Children looked tough. But
neither
was there room for bullies; cooperation was the foremost thing on
everyones agenda.
Simpson was ex-army, and remembered with amusement the uniquely
personal way
this lesson was hammered home during training - in the process watching
the "tough guys" coming down one step or twenty. In fact some of them
fell down so bad it was really sad to see something like that. Some
could take it and were trying to re-establish their image after a while
- unsuccessfully, causing only more trouble for the rest of the men.
Some made that with purpose to get sent home and they were.
Cooperation was number one then, as it was now. If someone quarreled,
the
whole platoon, group, whatsoever in question was punished in a nasty
way, like: "Because of this noise you have made, the enemy has spotted
us. Now we need move to our secondary position, which is.... 15 km from
here. We also need double the guards for the next two days in case the
enemy sends reconnaissance patrols after us. We have only 5 minutes time
to collect our stuff and be underway. ACTIOOON!" As a result, the men
were in a triple hurry throughout the rest of the exercise because of
the wasted time. So, the rest of the men REALLY thanked the one who
caused that. The group leaders made sure the "guilty" was not the one
who slept first...
Very few cracked physically, if so, they got right out and into a bed.
All
of the incidents he saw were mental, the tough guys just couldn't live
with the idea they have to a) obey b) be where they would not like to
and c) were not able to affect the situation in any way. They couldn't
live with the idea they weren't free any more and that there were others
to consider, not just themselves. When they were exhausted physically,
it only made the situation worse. It wasn't the physical, but the mental
strength, that mattered then. The 'tough guys' invariably lacked the
latter - was that why they have to play such a hard play, he wondered.
Newt was a dashing little blond ball of life. She and her friends
weren't
old enough to take more than a cursory role in the colony, but efforts
were always made that they be included in activities and odd jobs so
they would learn early the meaning of responsibility. Her parents, Russ
and Anne Jorden, were a Geologist and Biochemist, respectively.
Most of the kids spare time was spent exploring the ventilation ducts
and
learning the way from one part of the colony to another, undetected.
They would listen eagerly to the latest discoveries in the "monster
maze" and dash off to see for themselves the newest area found. Newt,
easily the smallest among them, squeezed into subpassages none else
could and repeatedly beat her friends in races to get somewhere. Some
responded by claiming she cheated and shouldn't be allowed to join in
the game.
One day she was exploring a subpassage near a well-travelled part of
the
ventilation system. She shinnied up a sudden steep slope which ended at
yet another grille. Darkness was visible beyond. Well, there were ways
around this problem, and shortly she popped it loose and pulled it in
before peering out to see where she was. Yes! She knew this area well,
it was a deadend passage she liked to hide in during games of hide and
seek. The kids had noticed the grille above them in the dim light but
not having the means to reach it they'd all but forgotten it.
Newt heard voices coming her way and decided to be quiet. This little
discovery she'd file away inside her head; it was unlikely anyone else
could use it anyway.
A boy and girl shortly appeared around the corner. The angle and the
dim
light made it difficult to identify them. They seemed older than herself
but not by much, 12 or 13 years old she guessed. Newt noticed they
seemed anxious not to be seen or heard, and were constantly listening
for signs of anyone else. They relaxed and the Girl reached for the Boy.
Moments later they were kissing, while above them Newt struggled to keep
from giggling. Newts heart jumped when he reached up to fondle her small
pert breasts. Instead of violently objecting as Newt expected, she
sighed and reached for the bulge in his pants.
The thought went through Newts mind, she shouldn't be watching, it was
wrong, what they were doing was wrong, but she was frozen by a mixture
of fear and excitement. She saw the Boy undo the top button on the Girls
trousers and push his hand down her pants. Surely she would object now,
and tell him to stop? Newt watched as he pushed his hand further into
her pants until he must surely be able to touch her THERE. The Girl
sighed and spread her legs to let him do what she'd been taught never to
let anyone do. But if it was so wrong, why did it look so good? The Girl
seemed to be really enjoying herself. Newt could plainly see his hand
moving around in her trousers. With a quick movement she pulled her
pants and underwear partway down, exposing his hand plumbing her hairy
parts.
Constantly listening out, she pulled his pants down also before they
kneeled, legs part, to continue exploring each others forbidden parts.
The few times Newt had glimpsed a boy without clothes on, she'd been
repelled by the wrongness of what she'd seen. This was strange and
wonderful and different. The hardness and sudden length of the boys cock
took her by surprise. The girl didn't hesitate and immediately began
stroking it up and down, only a few meters from Newt.
Newt noticed he was holding a finger out and pushing it slowly in and
out
between the girls legs. She could see the tension in their movements
increasing; there was no doubting they were engrossed in pleasure now.
Watching the secret goings on below, there was a strange tingling
excitement in the lower half of her body, but Newt didn't dare
investigate in case they heard the movement.
Suddenly he lay back on the metal floor and put his head and both hands
between the girls legs. Newt glimpsed his face long enough this time to
recognize him. She could see his face right up against her private
parts, and knew he had to be having a good look. And the girl didn't
mind in the least. Rather, she slumped a bit more to move closer to him
and started moaning softly. Moments later her head tilted back almost
far enough to look directly at Newt and she groaned quietly.
Newt felt uncomfortable now. What was he doing that hurt her so much,
and
why was she letting him do it? The misconception was shattered by the
girls whispering that she'd "come". He got up from under her and they
kissed passionately again. If he'd hurt her, she sure as hell wouldn't
be doing that to him. That left one option. They'd done something that
felt good. Real good. But what was it? She'd overheard that expression
in hurried whispered conversations between older boys that stopped
before any girl got too close, but she'd assumed it was just idle,
boring boy talk about nothing in particular. Now she knew it must mean
something else.
Newt could see his hard penis throbbing as the girl took it in one hand
and
his balls in the other and began stroking him again. He took on the same
expression of expectant pleasure she had. She started moving her hands
faster and faster over his private parts. Newt could hardly breathe, she
was so excited at the sight. Suddenly there was liquid in the girls
hands and he was moaning and tilting his head back as she had done. She
didn't stop until he relaxed, then she wiped her hands on a
handkerchief. Newts impression was that he had peed into her hands, but
she couldn't smell anything except a faint sweaty odor.
Quickly they tidied themselves then disappeared around the corner, the
sound
of their movement quickly fading away and leaving Newt alone in the cold
tunnel. She backed out the way she'd come and quickly returned to the
main corridor.
At dinner that evening, Newt was subdued, deep in thought. She jumped
when
her Father spoke to her. Her Mother asked if something was wrong when
she put her to bed later on.
With the lights out, Newts mind was still alive. She couldn't sleep
after
what she'd seen. Again and again she recalled every moment of the
furtive encounter she'd witnessed. Surely just touching each other 'down
there' couldn't feel as good as it seemed. Even the forbiddeness of the
whole thing couldn't be that good, if she was in the same position she
thought she might feel excited but that was all.
Idly she put her hand down across her unformed hips and between her
legs.
Newt was just starting to sprout a few pubic hairs, and the change made
her uncomfortable. Before then she'd been unafraid to walk around naked
in her bedroom or the bathroom, even when her brother Timmy walked in
once - and straight out again when he saw his Sisters nakedness, which
she thought strange as she didn't see anything to be ashamed of. Even
her chest was changing, the buds were starting to swell and change
shape, and all she wanted to do now was cover up.
Cautiously, Newts fingers slipped between her legs, brushing past the
few
hairs until she encountered the tight lipped slit. It felt kind of
naughty, touching herself down there, and she was content at first to
rub her hand around. Before long she decided to explore herself better,
and pushed a finger into the gap between the lips. An odd tingly feeling
came over her as she touched herself where she'd seen the boy fingering
the girl. At the base of the slit she found the entrance to a very tight
hole, the one he must have been poking his finger into. She tried to do
the same, and it hurt before she could get half the first joint inside.
No, that didn't feel good, so Newt continued exploring herself. Her
finger passed over the tiny proturbance near the top of her slit. A
funny feeling came over her as the finger rubbed past it. Intrigued, she
started rubbing up and down over it. The feeling intensified, but it
wasn't painful in the least so she kept it up, slowly at first then
faster. As the minutes went by it was feeling nicer and nicer, and she
started rubbing the tiny button with the whole length of her finger,
which promptly dipped on the downstroke into the wetness emanating from
the hole.
What is THAT??? the thought shot through Newts mind. Surely she hadn't
peed
herself? But no, it was definitely coming from her vagina. She forgot
her clitoris for the moment as she explored the newfound wetness. To her
surprise, the same finger fitted in past the first joint before it
started to hurt again. She pushed harder, and a sudden tearing pain made
her jump. It quickly passed, but she decided then and there to be more
cautious in future. At least touching herself higher up didn't hurt so,
and she went back to rubbing her clitoris as the dull pain ebbed in her
vagina.
This was starting to feel real good now, and she spread her legs wide
to
improve access to the parts she wanted to touch. Immediately she was
lost in her private world of pleasure. All she could think of was the
wonderful feeling coming from within herself. One hand held the lips
open while a finger from the other touched herself right where she
wanted to be touched. Suddenly the pleasure began increasing out of all
proportion, and she let out a loud groan as it went beyond anything she
had ever known or imagined. She never knew a person could feel so good
and she didn't want it to end, but all too soon it did.
"Newt, are you all right in there?", her Fathers voice called out.
"Everythings ok, Daddy", she blurted out.
"Okay, night-night then." The twin shadows of his feet under the door
moved
away.
Suddenly drowsy and exhausted, Newt began falling asleep. That night
her
dreams were of fingers rubbing that wonderful spot for her and pleasure,
endless pleasure.
In the morning she got out of bed and was shocked to see a small (but
big
enough) bloodstain where she had been touching herself. She checked
herself but found no sign of a wound or residual bleeding. Rather than
answer awkward questions, she changed the sheets herself.
After this discovery, Newt paid more attention to the stories she'd
heard
about such things. She listened to the stories the older girls told each
other at their secret place in the tunnels, she read about her body and
what had happened when she put her finger inside herself, and she
started paying more attention to a few of the boys, hoping to have the
chance to have a boy make her feel good in the same way.
She didn't see the young couple again, but now it was perfectly obvious
even
to her what it was happening from the way certain of the older boys and
girls disappeared without explanation for long periods of time.
But she didn't stop learning the "monster maze", far from it, she kept
on
finding the nooks and crannies and beating everyone at races. One day
she was in another new subpassage, near the medical section this time,
and she went to the nearest grille to get her bearings again. Quietly
she pulled herself towards it so as to not attract adult attention and
the inevitable scolding for being in the Ventilation.
Ahh... a Doctors examination room. That meant she was moving parallel
to the
main duct, and the other new branch she'd passed must come out somewhere
near the Food storage areas. Goody! Somewhere else she could get to,
undetected. She was about to retrace her steps when the door opened, and
a Nurse followed by a slightly younger boy about 10, whom she knew by
sight entered and closed the door behind them. Newt froze. Now she had
to be really slow about getting out lest she be heard, or else wait
until they were gone. She chose the latter.
"Okay Martin, I have to scrape the skin on the infection to get a
sample and
identify it. Where is it?" the Nurse asked.
"Ummm, it's a bit below the belt," he replied, red-faced.
Oh... goody!!!, Newt thought. This would be the second time she'd get
to see
a boys privates closeup.
"Well, don't worry. We get things down there all the time. Just take
your
pants down a bit, it won't take long", she assured Martin.
Reluctantly he did so, and sat back on the examination table, straight
across from the grille Newt was watching through. For the first time she
saw every detail of a boy in full light. Newt drank in the sight of
Martins smooth creamy hairless pubic region with the small soft dick and
two big balls between his spread legs. There was something else, too. An
ugly gray smear down one side. Obviously that was what he was here to
have treated. The Nurse gently lifted his balls to check the skin
underneath for more infection.
"Ah, I think I know what that is, I've seen it before. It's dark, warm
and
moist there, which unfortunately makes it perfect for certain bacteria.
This'll only take a moment."
With a scraping instrument the Nurse rubbed the discoloured skin to
obtain a
minute sample which she placed in an analyser. Moments later the
Bacteria was identified and the appropriate treatment detailed.
While this was going on, Newt was memorizing every detail of what she
could
see and wishing she could touch him there and not get into deep trouble
for doing so. She was disappointed when the Nurse okayed Martin to pull
his pants up again.
The Nurse left the room for a few seconds and returned with a tube of
Ointment and a tablet.
"Take this pill when you get home, and put this cream on the affected
area
for the next few days. That will take care of the infection. It's
nothing to be ashamed of, Martin. It comes with the territory. Skin
needs some sunlight and theres not much on this planet right now, so
what I suggest you do is, you regularly book a private sunroom and
sunbathe completely Nude. That will increase your skins resistance to
this sort of thing."
Newt suddenly realized what part of the administration block she was
going
to be exploring next...
Some weeks later her parents Wedding anniversary came around again.
Like
most dates it was the perfect excuse for a little party to break the
monotony of work. Russ and Anne Jordens friends and their families were
invited around for drinkies while the kids played their little games.
Frequently loud laughter at the climax of a joke among the adults would
echo among the children playing in the next room.
Newt was wearing her only miniskirt for the party. This was one of the
few
occasions she'd had the chance to wear it and she wasn't about to refuse
the opportunity to display her tanned legs, slim as they were. She and
her little circle of friends went away for a few minutes to her room,
and upon their return noticed most of the other kids, even the older
ones, were scrounging around for any extra clothing to put on.
"What game are we playing?", Newt asked.
"Spin the bottle", a girl replied. "And we're going right down to the
SKIN",
she continued. The two adults seated near the ten or so kids looked
slightly surprised, but said nothing and allowed the preparations to
continue unabated. In this community, openness was encouraged to prevent
the buildup of personal tensions. With Children growing up so much
faster out here on the wild Frontier the same principle applied, but
this game the parents would keep an eye on to make sure things didn't
get out of hand.
The youngest Children were huddled in a tight group, leaving the older
kids
and the few teenagers present to make up the remainder of the circle.
Their efforts to spread them out around the circle to even things up
failed. After much haggling the game finally started after one of the
teenagers volunteered to spin the bottle... and promptly lost. His
Jersey came off. Brrrr... The next loser was one of the younger kids,
and one of the copious pieces of clothing the little girl had scrounged
came off. No shortage here, in comparison to the older people present.
A 13 year old girl was the next loser. "Well, lick my fanny dry", she
casually stated to the Adults surprise as she flicked her scarf onto the
Carpet behind her. The older boys looked like they'd like nothing better
- among them one boy who knew full well that attempting to lick HER
fanny dry was an exercise in frustration.
"Well, hurry up and we will", some smartarse retorted.
"What do you think I am?", she replied as she whacked his arm for his
trouble. "No, don't answer that" she continued.
The parents overseeing the game nearly choked on their drinks.
"Thats not very Ladylike", the Husband whispered to his Wife, just loud
enough for Newt to hear.
"Well, neither is a blowjob, dear", his wife retorted.
He gently slapped her knee by means of reply while shaking his head in
amazement.
The game went on minute after minute, and the sheer statistical
advantage on
the side of the younger kids had its toll. Finally the oldest girl in
the game, a large busted 15 year old, had to lose her t-shirt. She
protested vehemently and tried to cop out.
"Now come on, fair is fair", one of the Adults replied. Her protests
didn't
end there, and finally she was allowed to leave. The game broke up in
disarray shortly thereafter, to Newts great disappointment. She'd wisely
concealed her eagerness to play this game once she learned what it was.
Damn damn damn.
Later, after everyone had eaten their fill, Newt came across a good
looking
Brown haired boy about the same age as herself sitting at the edge of a
group of youngsters. His hand was idly resting on the vacant spot next
to him. A light went on in her head. She knew by word of mouth that
Gavin knew how to keep his mouth shut. With a rush of adrenalin she
casually sauntered over and sat next to him, on top of his hand.
He immediately tried to extract it. "No, don't move it", she implored
him.
Newt looked back towards the group and their conversation, innocently
ignoring the boy whose hand she was sitting on. She started fidgeting on
the seat, moving her bottom on his hand. Come on... come on... wake up,
she silently begged him. Eventually he got the idea, and for the first
time Newt felt a boys finger on the crotch of her white panties.
Mmmmm... This felt good, she thought. It wasn't easy to move his fingers
underneath her, but after a lot of probing and rubbing he dared himself
to push one underneath Newts panties. There was no way to direct his
finger to the exact spot she wanted, but she felt a little flutter when
it penetrated her slit. Each time it passed over the little spot she
felt tingles of pleasure.
She glanced over when she felt a movement next to her and saw him
nervously
trying to cover a conspicuous bulge in his pants. She knew from her
recent reading what that was and why it happened, and it gave her a
thrill to know she was responsible for it.
It wasn't long before she felt a warm moistness in her panties, and
knew the
juices were flowing again. Around her, people were eating, drinking and
joking away the evening blissfully unaware of what was happening. Each
time Gavin stopped moving his finger around, Newt fidgeted and moved her
butt until he got the idea to keep going. After probably half an hour of
this, she waited until nobody was looking their way and put a hand right
onto his hardon to give it a little squeeze before returning it to her
lap.
Now, if that didn't convince him she wanted more, nothing would, she
reckoned. All too soon it was her Bedtime, but she knew there would be a
certain boy looking for her in the tunnels the next day. The look Gavin
gave Newt as his family left told all - It was just a matter of who
found who... She relished the thought.
Newt couldn't sleep for hours that night, she was fingering her
clitoris
while thinking what it would be like. The moment Breakfast and the tasks
for the day were complete, she took a blanket and couldn't run fast
enough to the nearest grille, pull it off and climb in. In her hurry she
almost forgot to replace it so no passing adult would trigger (yet)
another search of the ventilation for some miscreant kid.
She scoured the tunnels for ages before deciding to let him come to
her, and
waited near a major crossroads. Freezing cold air howled through this
part of the system, air cleansed of Ammonia and Methane lingering from
Acherons primordial atmosphere. The children liked passing this way,
they could lean into the icy blast at a fourty-five degree angle. Not
strong enough to blow you away, but still reason enough to ensure the
adults paid attention that their kids didn't play in here. Newt also
liked the feeling and image of her long blond tresses flowing in the
wind when she went through.
In the next hour several little groups of children dashed through the
main
tunnel but none included the boy she was after. Newts ears were starting
to hurt from the whistling air by the time he finally showed up alone.
He grinned at Newt.
"Can we go somewhere private?", he asked while leaning REAL close to
Newt. "Sure, I know a good place," she replied. And led him to the
exact same
place she'd seen the young couple touching each other.
"Do you want to continue where you left off last night?" Newt asked
Gavin,
his hardon evident in his pants.
"Yes, please!"
"Go ahead, as long as you're gentle and I can touch you, too."
"It's a deal, Newt."
Newt spread the Blanket for them to sit on, then exactly as the older
Girl
had done weeks before, she pulled her pants partway down. He saw wisps
of pubic hair poking out from under the crotch of her white panties.
Promptly his hands went to her panties and started feeling around, not
daring to put a hand inside yet.
Newt gingerly put her hand on his by now rock hard cock. Slowly she
pulled
his zipper down before inserting her hand. No waiting for her, she
pushed it straight underneath his underpants and onto his cock.
"Could you take your pants off, Newt?"
"If you take yours off too, Gavin?"
"Okay..."
Newt pulled her pants and underwear right off before lying back and
spreading her legs slightly. Gavin gasped at the sight of her thin
clamlike cunt lips surrounded by wispy brown pubic hair, and followed
her example. As soon as his cock was released it sprang to attention. My
god, it looked huge to Newts eyes, even bigger than the one she'd seen
weeks previously. The angry purple head atop the long smooth length was
almost too much for her. All she could do was stare at it.
"Come on, touch me, please?" Gavin pleaded.
Newt did so, and for the first time really felt a guys cock. It was
hard but
smooth, and to her surprise his balls moved at her touch. He reminded
her to 'go gentle with those' while he put a finger into her crack and
started moving it around. Newt was starting to enjoy this a whole lot.
He really liked having his balls touched, she noticed his cock went
harder still when she did that.
He took a hold of one of her legs and pushed it aside so he could see
right
between her legs. His mouth dropped open and he gasped when he got his
first real good look at her cunt. He put both hands between her legs and
gently pulled open her cunt lips to reveal her pink flesh. Newt wasn't
scared any more, in fact she was loving it. He froze for a few moments
before putting a finger right on Newts tiny clitoris.
"Could you rub there, right where your finger is?" she asked.
He started doing just that, but he was too rough at first so she gave
instructions until he got it right. Mmmm... that was good.
She noticed a bead of liquid had appeared at the tip of his Cock, and
wondered if it would do the same thing she'd seen the other boys cock do
if she started rubbing it. Newt determined to find out and started
rubbing her hand up and down his cock. He liked that, and groaned
faintly. "Thats it, Newt. Keep going, please?" Empowered by this she
gripped it tightly and began moving her hand up and down the length. The
more she did this, the more vigorously his hand moved between her legs,
and she had to tell him to ease off a bit.
"I'm gonna come if you do that much longer, Newt. It might look gross,
you
don't have to keep going if you don't want to."
"I ... want... to see it", she replied, leaning closer. Like her, Gavin
was
just starting to develop pubic hair, and she didn't like touching it too
much. She preferred feeling Gavins smooth cock and balls. Once she'd
even used a pair of scissors to remove as much of her budding pubic hair
as possible, but that only made it scratchy and itchy. That and the
pictures she'd seen while reading convinced her she'd just have to get
used to it, as it was only going to get worse.
"Faster Newt, faster..", Gavin gasped. Newt tried, but she didn't know
if
she could keep it up much longer. Gavin seemed to be losing his
composure with every moment, and suddenly he leaned back. At the same
moment a warm spurt shot across her hand. Surprised, she looked down to
see a line of what looked like Milk on her hand. As she watched, amazed,
spurt after spurt came out of his cock and splattered her hand and onto
the floor.
It ended just as fast as it had begun. Newt kept pumping in the hope of
seeing it again, but Gavin asked her stop instead. It took him some time
to explain that once a guy had come, he went soft and stayed that way
for ages before "getting it up" again.
Which didn't help Newt, who still wanted him to make her come. Gavin
had
stopped rubbing her clitoris just before he'd spurted, and she was
tempted to do it herself while he watched. From the way he'd been
fingering her up before, she figured he'd enjoy watching.
"Can I have a good close look between your legs, Newt?"
"... Sure, but could you start rubbing me again, where you were
before?"
"Okay", he replied. Newt lay back and spread her legs as wide as she
could.
She enjoyed the feeling of exposing herself to a boy, it was exciting
like she hadn't known anything could be. Forget the maze, from now on
she'd explore Gavin instead!
He bent over Newt and put his hands between her legs again. Gently he
pulled
open her thin, pudgy cunt lips and started rubbing the clitoris again.
Newt relaxed to enjoy directing someone else to pleasure her. Mmmm...
All she had to do was listen out for anyone approaching. Not now,
please...
Then Gavin put a finger down her slit and started pushing it into her
vagina.
"Hey, be careful there, it can hurt", she said as she looked up.
"Can I put it in, if I'm real slow?"
"Well, okay, but you gotta promise me to stop if I tell you."
"I promise."
And it was settled. Uneasily she felt his finger trying to swirl its
way
inside while the other kept rubbing her spot. That was good, but she was
worried about her vagina, it really stung the last time she tried that,
and the bleeding...
He kept his promise. He eased her inner lips wide so he could again see
pink. His cock involuntarily jumped at the sight and started to harden
again as he played with the tiny bud that stood out. Newt hardly felt
Gavins little finger exploring her tiny hole now. She felt her cunt
expanding to accommodate his finger without any pain at all. Soon it was
in up to the knuckle and he was turning it around whilst slowly moving
it in and out. Gavin was amazed at the sight and feel of Newts cunt lips
tightly holding his finger, each time he pulled it out he could plainly
see her cunt clinging onto it as though it didn't want to let go. It was
difficult to keep playing with Newts clitoris while fingering her at the
same time, but she reminded him whenever he started to forget. As he
kept exploring her most intimate parts, the probing finger was coming
out covered in more juice each time he withdrew. He planted his entire
palm onto her crack and felt the warmth emanating from inside her.
Much as she wanted, she simply couldn't hold her legs any wider than
she
already was. She especially liked it when he tried to handle as much of
her as possible at once. Those lovely warm massaging, spreading,
pleasure giving fingers were holding her right where she'd wanted
someone to touch her for weeks, ever since she'd learned how to make
herself come.
"Far out, Newt! You're wet!", he suddenly said, excitedly and too loud
for
Newts liking.
"Shhh!!", Newt gasped. "I've never done this before, and I can't
believe I'm
doing it."
"Good fun, isn't it?"
Newt nodded assent. She was close, real close to cumming now, and it
was
going to be a big one. Gavin watched as Newt began bucking her hips
against his hand and fingers. His finger was sliding in and out of her
cunt and occasionally a big drop of her juice would dribble down her
crack and onto the blanket.
Suddenly she stiffened up as his finger was suddenly engulfed in cunt
juice.
She came almost silently, shaking and moaning, and closing her legs
against his hand. Reluctantly he let go and watched Newt's orgasmic
pleasure.
The moment it ended, she reached for her trousers and began dressing
herself.
"Not yet Newt, please?"
"We've been here for awhile and it's not far to the main corridor. I
don't
want to take the chance."
But Newt saw his erect cock waving about as he moved and she couldn't
help
but reach for it again. He wasn't about to complain, and stopped putting
his trousers on so she could do as she pleased.
"Was this really your first time?", he asked.
"Yes," she nervously replied.
"You were pretty confident about it."
"I've wanted to do this for ages, and now I have. Have you... done it
with
other girls?"
"One or two other girls enjoy it but the others don't seem interested.
Kylie, you know Kylie?"
"Sort of."
She could just picture Kylie, a well built 14 year old with short,
dark,
almost Black hair and legs skinnier than her own. The older guys really
seemed to like her. Not surprising, if they knew the kind of things she
enjoyed.
"Well, she loves sucking guys..."
"... Cocks?" Newt completed the sentence.
"Yeah. She loves sucking guys. She did it to me, once."
Newt was surprised at the idea, but it didn't gross her out like it did
a
lot of girls. To her, Gavins cock looked like a warm red lolly, not that
she'd ever had many sweets except for the special occasions when a group
of parents imported some.
"She also likes it when a guy licks between her legs, right where I
made you
come."
"Whhhaaaat??" she replied, wide-eyed. "You've licked her down there?
Thats
really gross! Yuck!"
"The first time it was, but I got used to it. Now if someone wants her
to
suck him, she won't unless he licks her first."
Newt looked like she was going to be sick.
"Kylie prefers it to a guy making her come with his hand, she told me
she
can't get enough of it", he continued.
"Yuk!" was all she could say.
For the next couple of hours they talked and touched each other up.
Once a
couple of kids wandered past and they almost stopped breathing until the
noise faded into the distance.
Before they went their separate ways, Newt and Gavin lay back with her
legs
over his, so they could masturbate in full view of each other. The sexy
sight of her fingers frantically playing with her clitoris spurned him
on. She liked seeing him do what he'd done last night while thinking
about her. His balls were giggling inside their little sacks as he
masturbated, and she held them to help bring him off after she'd come.
Gavin was already waiting for her in their special place the next
morning
when Newt got there.
Last night Newt had been thinking about what Gavin had told her, and
today
she wanted to try something new. Sucking his cock. He was more than
happy to let Newt 'have a go' as she put it, and lay back with his legs
slightly open for her.
Promptly Newt bent over him and put it into her mouth.
He jumped!
"OOW! Newt! that hurt! Don't let your teeth touch it, it hurts."
Newt opened her mouth wider and tried again. Fitting that width into
her
mouth without tooth contact wasn't easy but she managed. It was pretty
much as she expected but oh, so horny, sliding his warm cock between her
lips as he suggested. A couple of times he jumped when she let her teeth
get in the way and she quickly learned not to. She followed his
directions and pretty soon she was sucking and fucking it with her mouth
while rolling her tongue around the head. The more she sucked his cock
and felt his balls, the harder his cock became. As inexperienced as she
was, she knew when he was getting close and stopped short of bringing
him off in her mouth, much as he wanted her to. She jerked him off again
and watched fascinated, as he ejaculated a big load of cum into her
hand.
His turn to pleasure her. She wanted to try something new, and she
remembered one of the exercises she'd been taught along with the other
girls by the Nurse. Only, the way she was going to do it wasn't quite in
line with what she'd been shown. Naked from the waist down, she lay flat
on her back then lifted her back off the metal, moving into the 'crab'
position, with her legs wide open.
Gavins mouth dropped open, and he promptly started fingering the pink
folds
between her legs. Just before she lowered her back to the ground, his
hands went up to her budding breasts, still covered with her t-shirt.
Shocked, she came down and pushed them aside. No way! A few months
before, no problem, but right now they embarrassed her. One side even
seemed to be growing faster than the other. It was as if her own body
was conspiring against her.
"Can I touch them, please?", he asked with a sorrowful look on his
face. "No!"
"Can I just look at them without touching, then?"
"NO!"
"Why?"
"I just don't want you to, right?"
The message was crystal clear - hands off that part of her body.
But that left heaps. Newt certainly liked having her genitals handled
by
him, and after some exploratory probing he brought her off again.
Looking at the wet, hot pinkness between her legs, he badly wanted to
kiss and lick it.
But he was rebuked a second time when he asked if he could lick Newts
fanny.
Nope. She didn't want that either, and nothing he said would convince
her to let him try.
After they dressed again, they chatted some more about the things he'd
seen,
heard of, and done in the tunnels with the other Girls.
Kylie had on several occasions been with two guys at once. Once she
even
succeeded in sucking two cocks at once. Catherine wasn't interested in
multiple partners and tended to stay with the same guy for weeks on end.
"You know the place almost at the far end where you have to climb up to
get
to this alcove?"
"Yeah, I found it, but it takes ages to get there."
"Exactly. Well thats where Kylie likes to go. Why don't you come along
and
watch? She won't mind, and if you like the idea you could try it."
"Well, I dunno..."
He let the subject drop.
That evening Newt remembered that tomorrow was her and another two
families
yearly survival camp. As part of their ongoing training, each colony
member had to be prepared for any reasonable eventuality, such as an
emergency evacuation of the colony or vehicular breakdown miles from
anywhere. Hence, once a year each person packed the bare essentials and
drove several miles out of town to a marked out space a hundred meters
on each side. Within that little area of typical Acheron countryside,
each person had to set up a survival tent and cook their own rations -
Children over the age of seven included. Younger children stayed in
their parents tent.
The first thing she did in the morning was to pack her survival gear so
she'd be ready to leave the moment she came back from todays fun with
Gavin. This time she got there before he did.
Shortly she was sucking his cock again, her lips clinging tightly to
its
length as she moved it in and out, which he liked a lot. She swirled her
tongue over the sensitive head before letting more into her mouth until
she was almost gagging.
"Thats good... Take it all in", he suggested
"It's too big", she replied before continuing her tender ministrations
on
his cock. She moved the warm hard length in and out of her mouth,
slurping and licking as she went, while playing with his big balls. She
stopped again before he got too close, even though he tried to hide it.
Much as he tried, his increased movement gave it away. Good try Gavin,
but no way.
"Do you want to rub it in your crack, Newt? It'll make both of us
come." She liked the idea, and climbed up on top. She was high enough
that he
couldn't push his cock inside her, but just rub it along the outside of
her cunt. He put the hard length between her legs and began rubbing it
on her clitoris. Now this was different, she thought. This was heaps
different to a finger; it was bigger and hotter, although much clumsier
and she had to take over because he just couldn't find the spot she
wanted him to rub.
He adjusted position a few times so she didn't rub a too-sensitive part
of
his cock. Back and forth she pushed his cock in her squishy wet crack,
faster and faster. The movement and the sight of his cock-head parting
Newts almost hairless fanny lips as it ran back and forth sent him over
the edge, and his cock spurted its load at her cunt. She felt it squirt
onto her crack and dribble down the inside of her legs. He came again
when he glimpsed sperm on her fanny. She felt so goddamned rude that it
fairly spurned her on. The thought of the spunk on her legs pushed her
closer to orgasm, and she finished herself off by rubbing the rapidly
softening length with sperm still oozing from the tip over her clitoris
until she came.
Newt and Gavin lay next to each other for long minutes to cool off from
the
mutual orgasm.
"Have you thought about putting it inside you?" he asked, referring to
his
cock.
"I saw a diagram of that in a book but I don't think I can. Your finger
feels funny inside me, not painful but a little uncomfortable. I kinda
like the idea, but I doubt if I could fit it."
He looked thoughtful.
"Tomorrow would you like to come somewhere with me, I want to show you
something."
"Is it something to do with Kylie?"
"Uh huh."
"Maybe, I'll think about it tonight at survival camp."
"Oh no, you're going out there tonight?" he asked, looking genuinely
concerned for her.
"Whens your turn, gavin?"
"Next month."
Newt wiped herself down with a corner of the blanket.
"So, what else does Kylie like doing over there?"
"I think you'd better see it for yourself. I love watching it, though."
"Okay, I will" she agreed, throwing caution to the wind. "Where do you
want
to meet tomorrow then?"
"How about at the Crossroads?"
"See you there", Newt said as she scampered off into the dark tunnels.
All too soon it was time for the three families to go outside for the
night.
The tracked vehicle rocked noticeably as gusts of wind slammed broadside
into it. No worse than last time, Newt decided. Everyone was fingering
their meagre equipment in stoic silence.
Out past the faded, rusted and battered "Weyland-Yutani corp. Building
better worlds" sign they went. Big deal, some thought. We build the new
world, they reap the harvest. Wisely they kept these thoughts to
themselves.
Ahead, flashing beacons marking the area they had to stay within became
visible.
"Okay, everyone. This is it. You'll be under observation in Infrared f
-----------------
Ho, hum... time to go to work again, Sapphr McGill thought to herself
after
the morning ritual of showering, breakfast, and preening herself. It
amazed her how such a vaunted, highly-sought position as hers would
become so... everyday... so quickly. Not that she could complain, living
on Gateway station and all. Few were even allowed to stay here, and the
view...
Barely three months before, she'd gained a very respectable third
placing in
the Miss Universe contest. Immediately she was deluged with so many job
offers it'd taken a week to sort through them. Everyone seemed to want a
6ft+ talented, Blonde, 21 year old Scandinavian Goddess with an exotic
accent working for them.
The one that really took her fancy was the position as the ICC Company
presidents personal secretary. The job offer included Gateway station
residency, free phone calls, free travel with the Company president,
free weekend trips back to Earth...
2 days later she was on the upgoing shuttle.
Her job was right away from the mainstream of the station; only the
Company
Presidents personal business and the highest decision making went on
here as he valued his peace and quiet.
The job itself was an odd one. From the magnitude of the Company and
the
position she was in, she'd expected to be writing and handling important
reports and correspondence, to dispatch plans and orders affecting whole
worlds. But instead the jist of it all seemed to be plain and simply
drivel. Both the incoming and outgoing messages between the President
and his executives were usually a mess of double entendre that didn't
make much sense. God damn it, they were so far removed from reality they
even appeared to frown upon normal conversations.
She nearly winced at some of the self effacing, obsequious letters that
flowed through, particularly from the lower execs. Her impression was
that some of them would never get anywhere precisely because they were
prepared to put up with so much to be "somebody" in the corporation.
Talk about office politics; she'd never imagined such goings-on were
possible. Luckily she'd been elevated above it all, but perhaps that
explained the immediate chagrin against her from certain of the other
staff, notably Annie Hall, the lower ranked secretary outside his
office. To her credit she said nothing, tried to ignore it and mingle
with everyone equally, but it didn't seem to help. The only reason she
could think of was petty office jealousy, and she just let it be.
The first real thing she'd learned about the Company president was his
insistence on being called "Mr President" at all times, rather than by
his first name, Robert. After the first dozen times it felt like her
teeth were grating at the words. He might as well change his name by
deed poll to "I'm Great"; it was near enough the same thing. But she
could have overlooked that if it weren't for the other things.
Social gatherings were the worst. His humour relied upon sneering
smartypants remarks. Strangely, the Execs lapped it up and came back for
more. Their sole purpose seemed to be to find what socially unacceptable
statement he'd just made, and rush to agree or echo it; giving Tribute
to a Madman. Like Sheep. The blind leading the blind. Some otherwise
mature, intelligent women seemed to swoon over a strong, psychopathic
man and did anything to stay around him; often they were immediately
promoted over the masses into positions of authority, in return for
which they gave him their undying devotion.
On these occasions Robert would make remarks to Sapphr that could be
taken
several ways, suggesting that she visit his apartment, which she
graciously declined without resorting to excuses to avoid complicating
matters. She'd expected any such behaviour to come from an exec, not
from him, so it took her by surprise.
But yesterday afternoon he'd returned in a huff from some "PR work" as
he
succinctly described it, and hardly spoke a word for the rest of the
day. Glancing at his face, she'd noticed faint red streaks across one
cheek vaguely resembling... a hand. She recognised a womans touch when
she saw it, and kept her giggles to herself.
He seemed to have little organization or leadership ability, and was
more
preoccupied with his staff than anything else. He threw immature
tantrums at little prompting, and several execs were given their
marching orders after such outbursts in the most uncivil ways possible.
In the eyes of easily-led outsiders, everyone who was anyone was in the
ICC
corp - and they jumped to become more fresh meat for Robert to ignore
and play with. The newcomers were seemingly enthusiastically welcomed,
but Sapphr observed the smiles turn to laughter the moment their backs
were turned. The laughter was loudest when a newcomer was totally
grateful because they'd finally condescended to grant a much-lauded yet
trivial promotion. Once she actually overheard a senior exec remarking
"Yes, we have to make sacrifices; talking to them is probably the
biggest." Some went to extremes to pretend to be friendly for months or
years; even inviting newcomers to parties. If they became disillusioned,
their executive "friends" would politely hear them out or agree
wholeheartedly, then almost climb over each over in their haste to
report these words of dissent to their master.
Naturally, nobody bad-mouthed anyone unless the President had done so
first. On the rare occasions they were confronted with what they'd
done, they
weren't concerned with the details; rather they assumed zero
intelligence and demanded to know who'd told them.
They were so morally blind and their sense of righteousness so great,
that
their perfidy, dishonesty and two-facedness never came into discussions
about the "bad attitude" subsequently shown toward them by former
company people. They also saw themselves as the only people who said or
did anything useful.
After so much bowing and scraping, the few who succeeded usually became
fanatically loyal to the corporation.
Quickly she came to the conclusion that he was little more than an
egotistical, uneducated, bad complexioned Sociopath, who walked rapidly
merely to echo his own self importance. In fact, sometimes his ignorance
was truly breathtaking. Wasn't it amazing how the news broadcasts never
showed anything except the sartorial clothes and the face he wanted to
show? What lay behind it was a totally different matter.
A 20th century businessman, said to be the most popular person who ever
lived, quipped the famous line "I ain't ever met a person I didn't
like." A slight rearrangement seemed to suit Robert perfectly.
Sapphr would have scraped him off long ago, but the money and status
weren't
to be sneezed at so easily. She quickly became adept at pretending to be
an integral part of it all. The whole thing was a huge corporate game;
all she had to do was alter statements slightly before parroting them.
She smiled and yessuhed and cooed and laughed or whatever seemed called
for at the time, while inwardly laughing to herself.
At that moment on Earth, Ripley was observing a low-stakes poker game
between some of her cargo-bay workmates during her lunchbreak. One
person kept watch in case a boss decided upon a sneak inspection of the
facilities.
"Hey, Ripley... come and join in."
"Come off it, you know I can't play for shit."
"Then nows a good time to learn. This place is saved for you, Ripley"
he
replied, wiping the vacant seat clean of grime as he beckoned her to
join in.
"I know your style, Warren. No way."
Eventually he gave up and let her be. The game continued anew.
"Okay, 5 credit ante", he broke through the silence of shuffling cards.
As
each of the players put in 5 the pool came up to 20 credits. The cards
were dealt, and each man discreetly looked at his opponents as they
examined their cards, checking for telltale facial expressions, sizing
them up.
"I've got you guys beat", Warren crowed. "I'll bet 20", he continued.
"I'll match that 20 and raise you 10" Bruce said in a quiet voice,
dumping
his cash in with the rest.
The tension started to build.
Garry threw his cards onto the centre of the table. "I Drop... no luck
on
these cards."
"Match", said Marc. Warren looked around and forced a grin ... "Match"
The atmosphere grew restless with 110 credits, 2 days pay, up for
grabs. "Call" finally said Marc.
The cards were laid down.
"Read em and weep", Warren said, throwing down three of a kind. Bruce
immediately threw down his cards in disgust, revealing two pairs. Warren
laughed and started to gather the $110 from the pool, then was
restrained by a hand.
Marc's cards were sitting there in plain view... A royal flush.
Unbeatable.
Now that was a turnup for the books, Ripley thought.
The tables were turned, and for once Warren had to watch with the
others as
his money was pocketed.
Bruce started to shuffle the cards again.
Most of them were married. She was probably way behind in the rat-race,
so
to speak. Not that it'd be so hard to change things. When she was ready
she'd hit the right social spots, and the rest was up to her. In some
ways Newt made things easier, her having a child and all would be an
effective 'filter' for prospective would-be husbands
She started daydreaming about what might have been if she hadn't met
Julian
at that Ball, fifteen years before in her time. Would she have met a
more compatible Husband, or was it fated to happen? She shrugged off the
thought, refusing to believe it. No, given the same circumstances she'd
have waited longer, that was all.
Ellen went out with Kevin for several months before both realised they
didn't have much in common and they parted still friends.
She got good passes in High school and enrolled in University for a
somewhat
waffly general course that left lots of options open. Horticulture,
Communications (always useful for higher jobs) Mathematics (Calculus,
higher Algebra and Geometry for Navigation... yekkkk), basic computer
use and Physics.
Amongst the interminable parties chalked up in her diary was one that
tickled the fancy of LOTS of people. The question was whether the
University council would allow it, and if the organizers would actually
go through with it.
"The University Nude ball", read the notice. Hmmm... Within minutes of
its
posting the whole place was abuzz with talk. Everyone who'd ever
fantasized about seeing certain people nude was interested. Ellen
included.
They believed it when the details were finalized and the
prices/conditions
set. Only University students and partners were allowed, and you had 30
minutes to decide whether to "go all the way" or leave. My god, it was
actually going to happen. Now came the crunch; who would go further than
lusty talk and turn up for real?
Megan and Michael were going, and Ellen decided that if she was coming
she'd
stick with friends.
When the big day came, hundreds were packed into the Ball room as the
festivities began. At 7pm sharp the half hour 'grace' began, and two
people, probably brought along by the organizers, promptly stripped down
as if they did this every day. Gradually a few others sidled over before
copying their example, and little by little two groups formed, one fully
clothed, the other not. A few walked out, but once the number of
unclothed students rose to an 'acceptable' number things moved more
rapidly. Megan and Michael nodded to each other and started undressing.
Ellen knew it was now or never; if she didn't now, she wouldn't at all.
So she joined them. Down to her lacy white bra and underwear. She felt
as if eyes boring into her body, but when she looked up nobody seemed to
be taking notice. Finally she was entirely nude, and to her relief found
no undue attention being paid to her.
The seven thirty announcement went over the speaker, and a few last
stragglers joined in. Now that everyone was in the same manner of dress,
or lack thereof, there were no sexual overtones at all. Ellen hadn't
expected this, but then she didn't know how it would be.
All around her were people she'd wanted to see nude for years, and she
barely noticed. Once the initial queasiness faded the atmosphere was
almost casual, and a little later it was only when she looked down she
found she was nude.
Following initial socializing and drinks, the Dinner and speeches came
before dancing. Things became more spontaneous at this point. No guys
danced by themselves, whereas plenty of women did. The guys who were on
the dance floor stuck *real* close to their partners, and Ellen wondered
why usually outgoing guys needed cajoling to come out. Then she clicked.
The thought of their naked penis waving about uncontrolled for all to
see was what was worrying them. What a great leveler nudity is, she
thought.
Two extroverts were taking full advantage of the opportunity to
publicly
humiliate each other.
One abruptly jumped up and shouted "You complete and absolute slut,
you're
going out with another guy!"
"Now calm down, you know I haven't gone out with a guy since you left
me,
dear", was the dignified response.
Later, the victim announced, "Ok, you turned 21 last week,
congratulations.
You've reached the age of consent. Now BEND OVER!"
Everywhere there were exposed pudenda, but nobody was taking any notice
whatsoever. Ripley was so entranced by this observation that she didn't
notice a guy approach her.
"Umm, Hi Ellen, I'm Julian, would you like to dance?"
So surprised was she at the unexpected invitation it took several
seconds to
place him as a classmate of hers from junior school. He was a natural
Blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a medium to strong build, the kind
of guy who tended to be looked at twice in case his good looks had gone
to his head.
"It's been a few years hasn't it? Sure, come on." And she led him by
the
hand to the dance floor.
As expected, he preferred to stick close to her, not that she minded;
he
easily passed her initial quality checklist and she'd already gone to
stage II - working out his personality.
The more they talked the more she liked him, and Ellen finally decided
that
if he asked her out, she'd happily agree.
The feeling was mutual.
"Well, this has been a nice way to catch up with you, Ellen."
"True, but hardly conventional", she giggled.
"Yep. I can't wait to see you with clothes on", Julian commented.
"I don't know if I should take that as a complement or not."
"Well, it is. If you like, I'd like to take you out tomorrow night?"
"Yes, please. I've been waiting for you to ask."
"The old fashioned type are we?"
"Not always, sometimes I just feel like it."
They joined Megan and Co for dinner, then spent the rest of the evening
together.
Two weeks later they were firmly in Love.
Julian was in the University Caving and Tramping clubs, and he invited
her
on a day tramp in the Mountains a few months later. Ellen reluctantly
agreed, and came dressed in a miniskirt, t-shirt and boots as it was a
hot day.
The track bypassed the old Camp 708 Health camp that Ellen had gone to
several times as a child, before joining up with a more well-used track
leading to a wooden suspension bridge. Ellen and Julian were lagging a
little, but they glimpsed the last few people jumping up and down in
unison to shake the bridge for the last person.
"Don't even think about it", Ellen said as they stepped onto it, she
ahead
of him.
They were nearly across the river and solid ground was a meter and a
half
below the bridge when Ripley stepped onto an aging plank. Weakened by
years of pounding, it gave way and she fell through the gap, legs waving
helplessly in the air. Luckily she was holding the ropes firmly
otherwise she might have been hurt. As it was, the jerk temporarily took
the strength from her arms.
Julian ran the rest of the way over and went underneath to help push
her
out.
She held her legs straight so he could push on her feet. He tried, then
stopped just before her hips rose above the gap.
"I'm nearly out of here, one more push should do it."
The sudden hand on her panties made her jump.
"Typical! Okay, push me out that way then."
Nope. He moved Ripley into a sitting position on his shoulders, in
front of
him.
He inserted a finger into her panties and pulled them aside. A moment
later
she felt her crack being opened and something warm and wet penetrate
then start flicking her clitoris.
"Look, just get me out of here. Dammit! Not now, Christ, gemme out of
here!" "Just relax and enjoy it, honey."
"Shit! Stop that! This is embarrassing. Not now... Dammit, you know I
like
it but what if someone comes? Stop it!"
"No way!"
"Oh fuck! You bastard!"
She tried to close her legs to squeeze him out, but he started pinching
her
knees. She couldn't *stand* being tickled that way, and she ended up
opening them again to escape the torture. He returned to licking her.
Grrrrr....
"I'm not gonna come, so you might as well stop."
"We'll see."
Nope, she wasn't going to come, she *wasn't* going to get turned on, he
*wasn't* going to humiliate her like this.
And thats when she felt herself getting wet.
She thought about faking an orgasm, but she knew he had her figured
out. He
knew exactly now wet she got just before she came, there was no fooling
him that easily. Ellen sighed and resigned herself to being trapped
until she'd orgasmed.
"Oh damn you, just hurry up and get it over with."
"It'll be a pleasure, ma'am."
"Mine, I'm sure."
Ellen gave herself to his desires, and opened her smooth legs wide to
improve access to her privates and make herself comfortable. If not for
the occasional pinching of the boards this would be quite randy. One of
her little fantasies was to make love in public, but this was bordering
on insanity - anyone could be watching. A friend of hers had managed to
fuck her boyfriend in front of hundreds of people in the water at a Hot
spring without anyone realising. This was completely different, though.
"Oh, you're in luck, there are people watching from across the river."
Panic-stricken, Ellen turned her head around, to see an empty river
bank. "Don't EVER do that to me again, Julian! I nearly had a heart
attack." "Fooled you though, didn't I?"
"Someday I'll get you for this, you bastard. And don't think I'll
forget,
either."
The hand holding her underwear aside disappeared, and returned a moment
later to deliver a stinging slap to one cheek of her little bottom that
left the red imprint of his hand.
Ripley cried out, and tried to pull free but he held her there by her
legs. "Now the other side."
"Don't.. you... DARE!!!"
She was just starting to think he wouldn't, when his hand screamed up
to
smite the other arse-cheek.
"Baaasstaaaarrrrd..."
He went back to eating her out.
By this time she wasn't in the mood to try and escape, but honour
demanded
she think of something fiendish afterwards. Julian lifted her up and sat
her on the edge of a plank to get comfortable.
Her big lips readily parted again for his viewing pleasure and to admit
his
tongue and fingers. When he saw the first drop of juice ooze from her
vagina he knew she was starting to get really randy. Before long
droplets were falling to the ground from his fingers as he pushed them
in and out. He'd rather be pushing something else into Ellen, but after
this he doubted she'd want the rest.
God this was nice, sitting on the edge of the bridge in the warm sun
and
holding herself upright by the ropes, while feeling him licking her
where she loved being touched. Without any attention being paid to them,
her nipples became erect, surprising her when she noticed the slight
discomfort.
Fascinated, she watched his Blonde head rhythmically moving between her
legs
as he tongued her deeply. Julian was having the time of his life, he
could see every curve, every subtle coloring, every little hair as he
rolled his tongue around her clitoris, nearly sending Ellen over the
edge in the process. A finger penetrated her vagina, immediately
followed by a second. Ellen didn't care if he fucked her brains out
right then and there, she was enjoying this too much.
Her dress kept falling into the way, so he reached down and pushed one
leg
out of the gap in the bridge and urged her to hold it to her chest to
keep the dress out of the way, also making the sexiest sight he'd ever
seen.
"I want you inside me, right now!" she suddenly exclaimed.
"What if someone comes?"
"I'm the only one who's going to, so hurry up."
"Not now, when we get back I'll make up for it."
"Look who's talking! You started this, now you finish it. I'm the one
whose
crotch is exposed to the world, so you can bloody well get up here."
"Not here, we can't! How about if we move over to the treeline?"
"You CHICKEN!!"
A short time later Ellen began to shiver as his frantic fingerfucking
of her
sopping pussy and the tongue sent in her clitoris sent her over the
edge. She groaned loudly as she came, just as voices began approaching
from the way they'd come.
She pulled her other leg out of the hole and prepared to sit up. The
last
thing she expected right then was for Julian to reach up to grab hold of
her panties and pull them completely off in one deft movement, then
pocket them and run off with Ellen chasing him and demanding them back.
"Gimme my panties back", she whispered urgently into his ear when they
caught up with their group. She was only wearing her miniskirt and
t-shirt, and the last thing she needed was anyone else noticing. One or
two of her friends never wore underpants and Ellen had tried it, but
washing trousers or dresses was that much harder she gave up.
"WHAT?" he said. "Speak up, I can't hear you", he replied.
"No sex for a month for you", she whispered back.
He gave her a funny look.
"I can do without it - can you?", she continued.
"Sweet Ellen", he said a week later. "Dear Ellen, beloved Ellen..."
"What do you want?" she cut him off.
After men first get it, they always want it, she thought. And Ellen
Ripley
kept her promise, right to the very last minute.
Ellen switched lovers at this point. She'd tried her best to forget him
over
the years, but occasionally it all came streaming back. Dwayne Hicks had
helped a lot in that respect when they'd made love. Reassured she was
protected, they'd made love, and all through the next day she'd felt his
cum oozing out of her cunt - a feeling she'd almost despaired of having
again.
That was also one of the few times in her life she'd lied.
Time to go, Sapphr thought. She liked to always be ten minutes early
for
work, it gave her a precious few minutes to psych up for the upcoming
work. The walk to the office took fifteen minutes, and it gave her a
little exercise. For months she'd planned to start that exercise program
to keep in shape; this time she was going to go through with it.
Sapphr was surprised to see Annies desk unoccupied when she arrived.
What
was more, it looked different. That's it, her things were gone. It
looked like she'd left in an awful hurry. She wished the surly secretary
had given her half a chance to be friendly, but she hadn't been able to
get a word in edgewise before reading the obvious "go away" body
language. And now she never would. Pity.
Beyond a sealed door in the office was a passageway leading to one of
the
corners on the leading edge of the huge station. That was ICC head
office, outside of which was arguably the Solar systems greatest view.
She would enter, check everything was in order, print the mornings mail
and place it tidily for Robert to read, then go to work at her desk
across from his before he'd arrived. Every morning it was the same,
Robert was scrupulous about arriving exactly on time. Most mornings he
would watch the Sun leap over Earths horizon for the first time before
settling to his days chores. She instinctively knew from his body
language when he was dealing with confidential company material on his
terminal, and she would steer clear of his desk at these times. Pure
efficiency.
Odd. Instead of the expected green signal and the door to the inner
sanctum
opening to her Thumbprint ID, it beeped red and remained sealed. The
plate can't have read it properly. She wiped it and tried again. No go.
Shit! Don't tell me the damn things busted on me. Wonderful!
Ten minutes waiting, then the office door beeped to the Presidents
positive
ID. Robert, some of his Executives, and a woman named Vanessa she'd seen
him with a few times entered the office amidst a babble of conversation.
Like her, Vanessa was in her early twenties and well built, but slimmer
with brown eyes and wavy jet black hair going past her shoulders. Robert
didn't look surprised to find Sapphr waiting there.
"Good morning, Mr President. The door doesn't seem to be working..."
Her voice trailed away as the inner door opened to his touch.
"Ah, Bill, explain things to Sapphr, would you?", he said as the little
group ignored her and the door locked behind them. For a moment she saw
Vanessa's puzzled face looking her way.
"Sapphr", he began, "If you haven't already guessed, the President has
gotten himself a new personal secretary, and you're working out here
now. You'll find all your things in the drawers. Your duties are as
follows..."
Sheer outrage got the better of her. "He can't do this! What does he
think I
am? A Working Girl? Is this some sort of joke?"
Bill laughed at her.
"Oh yes he can. Check your contract. Nothing in it says he can't do
this.
It's up to you, take it or leave it. You had your chances, and you
missed them."
Bill was relishing every moment of this, she realised. Fuck!
"Chances for WHAT!", she interjected him again.
He sadly shook his head.
"DON'T... you... raise your voice to me, Sapphr", he looked sternly at
her,
before continuing.
"Now, things aren't so bad, you're still on a very decent salary, why
don't
you make the best of it? As I said, it's up to you. You'll like it here.
But if you're still bitter about it tonight, why don't you and I go out
for drinks this evening..." His voice trailed away.
If looks could kill, he'd have dropped to the floor at that moment.
No, she wasn't as naive as he'd thought. Okay, he detailed her new job
and
left her to it.
Now she almost understood the former secretary's anger. Did the same
thing
happen to her? Take it or leave it. Right, they expected her to leave
after this humiliation, so she'd stay to spite them.
People always receive their own. She'd been brought up to believe in
Karma -
'Do good and it will come back to you', and vice-versa. Robert had been
kicking butt for so long, he was about due for a major fall, and she
wanted to be around to watch. Sooner or later he'd kick the wrong one.
The problem was, there weren't many people who could bring him to heel.
Maybe he'd slipped through the net? We'll see.
But they weren't about to let her have it that easy. She turned her
back,
and someone left his empty coffee cup on a neatly printed report. She'd
stop for a moment, and a leering suited figure would tick her off. She
objected, and was told that if she did her job she wouldn't be bothered.
One went as far as to sit on her desk and ask her out while his friends
grinned broadly. She stared him in the eyes, and a smile crossed her
face.
"You know, you remind me of an old story I read."
"Oh? And what might that be, Sapphr?"
"An American tourist asked a Frenchwoman if he could sample her
saliva." "And?"
"She spat in his face."
The gloating expressions vanished.
"You're OUT OF LINE!", he shrieked.
"If you don't get off this desk", she slowly and calmly replied, "I'm
going
to punch you in a very painful place."
That moved his butt, and she was mostly left alone after that.
The rest of the morning was relatively uneventful, except for the well
built
young man who walked in and straight out again after glancing at the
office opening times. He must have gone to the wrong place. Pity. Right
person, wrong time and place. 7 at her apartment would have suited her
just fine.
If she hadn't made them back off she knew she'd have had a breakdown by
this
time. But she had other ways of coping with stress. A favourite was to
remember something funny, or better, amorous. That way she kept smiling
no matter how bad things got, and put herself above it all.
How could she ever forget the time on the Beach? She grinned at the
recent
memory. On Gateways observation deck, she'd once followed the coastline
to the very beach it happened on.
19 year old Sapphr and an American friend had decided to find a
secluded
beach to spend the day. Her English was still shakey to say the least,
but she was determined to see this through. She'd decided America was
the place to be, and the earlier she went there the better. Literally
overnight she'd packed her bags and uprooted from Norway.
They'd overflown an isolated, deserted looking beach several times, not
spotting a single footprint, before deciding to land the powered glider
they'd hired for the day. It'd taken nearly two hours to make it this
far from the city.
As soon as they disembarked, her brown haired American friend, Katrina,
began stripping but didn't bother putting on any swimming gear when
she'd completely undressed. Instead, she stowed her clothes away. Sapphr
gave her a funny look.
"Have you forgotten something?" she haltingly asked.
"Nope. Theres nobody for miles, we're so far out nobodys going to see
us.
This is a nature reserve, nobodys allowed to live near here. Come on, I
dare you! You'll feel better for it."
Katrina reached for Sapphrs top. Sapphr pulled back.
"You are joking?"
"No, I'm perfectly serious."
"I believe you."
"Look at this place, it's just so natural, you'll look out of place
with
that brightly colored gear on around here."
Sapphr started to see the point when she looked around. The pristine
beach,
the glorious sunshine, the snow glistening on a distant mountain
range... Nature beckoned. Why stand out?
This time she didn't resist when Katrina reached for her top.
They must have walked for miles down that beach, two totally naked
nineteen
year olds with nobody to see them. It felt weird at first, then she
stopped noticing the lack of clothes, and only when she saw her exposed
Blonde pubes did the illusion fade. They'd taken towels, suntan lotion,
sunglasses, lunch and drink, and nothing else.
Sapphr was a pure Scandinavian blue-eyed Blonde with big, proud, pointy
breasts, blonde pubic hair, and long slim legs.
Katrina was nearly the opposite, and might have been the prototype of
Mother
Russia. Black hair, solid, robust athletic build, small breasts. She'd
claimed to be able to cum by rubbing her thighs together, and Sapphr
thought this more likely now after glimpsing her protruding clitoris
when she'd undressed.
They swam in the slight surf, sunbathed and discussed their plans,
their
boyfriends, and sex (their favourite subject). The relaxing warmth and
the surf got too much for Sapphr when she started tanning her front...
An hour later when she woke, Katrina was gone. She looked up, and saw
her
coming out of the surf, still as naked as ever. Turning back, she
spotted a flash of artificial color in the treeline.
Looking closer, she saw a boy aged 13 or so watching them, and realised
he
might have been for hours. It could have been worse, but the initial
shock and disappointment turned to anger at his insistence at staying
put.
She indicated his position to Katrina on her return.
"Piss off!", she shouted.
He grinned and stayed where he was, daring them to do something about
it.
Katrina shrugged her shoulders as if to say "you're not worth it" and
lay back. A few minutes later he was still sitting there, and Katrina
came to a decision.
"Right, I'm going to have a word with that little shit" and stood up to
walk
over, before realising it could only be embarrassing if his parents
spotted a naked girl chasing their son around the woods.
"Wait here, and give me a hand when I call out for you."
Sapphr waited for what seemed ages as Katrina went off towards the
just-visible glider, then ducked into the trees and circled back. It was
too easy, his attention was fixed on her friend and she was able to
sneak up and grab him.
He looked panic stricken when he was seized, and screamed to be let go.
"You little pervert! We're going to teach you a lesson."
Sapphr came running. He looked pitiful, a skinny blonde with a hardon
still
visible in his shorts, struggling to get free. Katrina turned him over
onto his stomach.
"What are you doing?", Sapphr asked.
"Tying him to this tree. Hold him down... thanks"
Katrina pulled his velcro belt off and used it to expertly tie his
hands
behind his back, then the two of them frogmarched him to a tree
overlooking the beach. Wherever his parents were camped, they couldn't
miss him here as soon as they started looking. But Katrina hadn't
finished yet. She pushed him to the ground on his back then pulled off
his sneakers. Sapphr realised what she was doing when Katrina reached
for his pants. He looked like he wanted to cry when he was stripped
completely naked, prior to being tied to the tree for his family to
find.
Sapphr was transfixed by his rapidly shrinking hardon. For a 13 year
old, he
had an impressive seven inches of smooth cock and nice big tight balls
to match. It looked like he'd never touched it in his life.
Katrina inadvertently brushed against it, and it jumped momentarily
back to
attention.
"Didn't ask YOUR opinion" she said, and flicked his balls with a
finger. "OOOOWWWW!", he cried.
Sapphr felt nervous now. What they were doing more or less amounted to
sexual assault, and she was worried they had overdone the prank. She saw
Katrinas eyes survey the well-hung boys manhood for several long,
silent, moments.
They were perfectly alone.
"Oh, what the hell, I'm going for it", Katrina exclaimed, as she bent
forward and took his smooth cock into her mouth.
Sapphr stood up, mouth wide. She didn't know who was the more shocked,
him
or her.
His cock shot back up again at the unexpected attention. Very slowly
she
moved up and down, barely puckering her cheeks with slight suction. She
moved around into the '69 position. His cock went rock solid but he
remained still.
She withdrew. "He's not licking me, dammit. Right... you see the crack
between my legs?... I want you to put your tongue inside it and not just
on it. Thats it, now a bit lower... lower... Stop right there. Now I
want you to lick me where your tongue is, and don't stop or lose that
spot or you'll regret it."
Sapphr was in a mild state of shock, watching the coupling going on at
her
feet. She could see him flicking Katrinas prominent clitoris back and
forth as he got the idea.
Oh, what the heck... "One woman or two?" she asked, and kneeled behind
Katrina and over his face. Sapphr put her hands between her legs and
pulled open her cunt lips. She liked to keep the area between her legs
clean shaven, boyfriends loved it that way.
The young Blonde bucked, and Katrina half choked on a spurt of come
before
withdrawing. The next shot out of his cock and flew completely over
Katrina, splattering onto Sapphrs stomach and over Katrinas arched back.
So much for the much-vaunted teenaged rigidity and staying power. The
sight of her part-shaven cunt did strange things to her boyfriends
libidos, but this was something else. He was obviously a real virgin.
"You caused that?" Katrina asked, when she noticed Sapphr kneeling
behind
her. She nodded.
Back to the boy. "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going" she said, then
sat
up and pressed her backside against Sapphrs front, while pulling her
cunt lips open with one hand as Sapphr was doing. Eat this, kiddo.
Katrina could plainly feel her friends erect nipples prodding her back
as
she moved into position.
With her free hand she reached out and started slowly moving her hand
up and
down the length of the boys cock as the last drops of come oozed out.
There was so much of it that a little puddle had formed on his body.
"Can I have some too?", Sapphr asked, referring to the boy licking
between
Katrinas legs.
"What? Oh, sure. He's good enough for two. When he's finished with me,
ok?" That feels good, Katrina thought. Lets make it better still. She
let go of
his cock and put her hand under his head, pulling it up into her cunt.
"Good boy, keep licking. Thats right, nice and deep."
His tongue started tiring, and he slowed. Katrina was too close to
cumming
to allow this, so he pushed his nose into her crack and ran it back and
forth over her clitoris till she came noisily.
"Your turn", she said, climbing off so her friend could have a go.
Droplets
of juice were dribbling down his nose and chin. Without a pause, Sapphr
moved on top and sat down. He didn't look so cocky now, with two
facefuls of eager muff to satisfy.
Sapphr moved forward and pulled her shaven cunt lips open again.
Energised
by the sexy sight, he started lapping away vigorously within her
delicious crack.
Katrina watched the tongue excitedly licking Sapphrs willing, wet cunt,
and
noticed his cock had sprung erect again. Time for more action. She moved
over and sat on his cock, rubbing the cum-soaked tip over her vagina
until the juices were flowing then pushing it in. It slid in to the
hilt, and his balls were pressed against her clitoris. She began riding
the young blonde slowly, feeling his balls rub her clit each time she
came down again. For a moment she considered attempting to stuff his
balls inside also, but decided against it.
Well, he wasn't a virgin any more, even if he didn't realize it yet
with the
faceful of Sapphrs cunt he was eyeing up, but Katrina knew he wouldn't
last long in any case. She wanted more than a quick boink and that meant
squeezing his balls just tight enough to hold him off from cumming but
not to hurt him.
The nice smooth length filled her perfectly and massaged her insides.
She
adjusted the angle of penetration until the 13 year old cock was
stimulating her g-spot. A few times she stopped moving with his cock
buried entirely within her, and rubbed his tight balls over her
clitoris. This was how she wanted it. She was in charge, she would make
herself cum exactly the way she wanted, and there was nothing he could
do about it.
Sapphr was grinning at her as she watched the juice-lubricated length
plunging in and out of Katrinas pussy. Her pert little breasts were
bobbing up and down as she rode the boys cock, her wet lips visibly
clinging to its length each time it withdrew. Sapphr followed Katrinas
example and urged him on each time he started losing concentration from
the attention being paid to his cock. As bad as her English was, she
made herself understood without a problem. When the effort got too much
for him again, she started moving back and forth while he held his
tongue still, wishing as she did so that he'd sucked more lollipops to
strengthen his tongue.
She took longer than her friend to come, and shuddered as his gentle
ministrations to her clitoris helped her to a nice climax. Sapphr
thought twice about climbing off in case he came the moment he realized
Katrina was fucking his brains out and not vigorously deep-throating
him. But from the way she was fucking him faster and faster with her
eyes closed, she reckoned her friend was pretty close so it wouldn't do
any harm to let him know. Sapphr got up to watch the fireworks.
He lay there, looking up at her, then looked down to watch the action
and
his eyes went wide. His mouth followed suit when he saw his cock
embedded in Katrinas vagina. Seconds later he trembled then screamed as
he came again. Katrina followed suit moments later, and climbed off. A
stream of come fell from her cunt and onto his stomach, as a last big
spurt of thick white semen landed on his chest.
They surveyed the result of their combined efforts. God, he was a mess.
Jism
and female juices liberally covered him from his face to his cock. Still
shivering from his orgasm, he looked back at them.
"Could you untie me now?" he asked, grinning like anything.
"Ummm... yeah, sure", Katrina replied.
She helped him to his feet, dusted off his back, then pushed him over
to the
tree and used his discarded t-shirt to tie him securely to it.
"AAAAAAAARRGGGGHH!!!"
"Is that smile for me, Sapphr?", a besuited figure asked.
Definitely not, you moron.
Back to reality. Groan.
"Sapphr?", a female voice asked out of the Blue a short time later.
Oh... Vanessa. She hadn't heard the door open.
"And what would you like?", she asked.
"I want to apologize..."
"Forget it."
"No, I mean it. I honestly had no idea they were going to do this to
you. I
feel kind of responsible, and I was wondering if you'd like to come over
to my apartment for drinks straight after work?"
"It's not your problem, but thanks anyway."
Vanessa looked hopeful.
"Oh, what the heck, thats very decent of you, I could do with a couple,
Miss...."
"Fitzgerald. Just call me Vanessa. I'm not one for formalities, unlike
someone we both know."
That drew the smile she expected, and they laughed at the shared
vulnerability.
Time to act, Hicks decided. Hefting a satchel of equipment, he waited
for
lunchtime when the Company office was unoccupied.
If he was caught doing this, he was screwed, but what could they do
that
they hadn't already? Expel him from the ranks? His record was forever
marked "Court martialed and reduced to the ranks for misuse of Authority
and failure to maintain discipline, resulting in loss of life and
equipment", so he might as well resign for what his name was worth.
Forget promotions, or trust, or anything he'd fought for. He'd always be
watched for signs of further instability.
If he'd cocked up he'd have understood and even agreed, but he'd gone
by the
book and been damned by it. Well, he made it a point to never blithely
accept the status quo if it put him at a disadvantage; like now.
Jesus, he couldn't believe he was doing this; a warzone was positively
boring by comparison to the fear he felt now. Think positive, he
reminded himself. If he succeeded, this would take pride of place in his
diary and maybe even an Autobiography. 'The year of living dangerously'
would make a nice title for that, but then he was too modest for such an
undertaking.
Thirty minutes. Plenty of time to get in and splice some bugs into the
communications. He went for it as soon as the Blonde secretary had left
for lunch. First there was that security camera monitoring the outside
door. No problem. He stooped to hide his face as he walked up to it,
then snipped the cable.
The President saw the display die. Time to bring in the tech boys. He'd
let
Sapphr handle it when she came back, he was working through his normal
lunchtime on a message he'd rather Vanessa not see. He'd have his later.
She was totally trustworthy, and wouldn't do something silly by herself
in his office while he was away.
Now the door. Hicks drilled into the thumbprint ID box where Hudson had
shown him years before, then used the leverage to pull it open. Bypass
the CPU and touch those 2 wires... the door unlocked. The speaker grille
next to the door remained silent, a good sign.
Inside, he followed the secretarys phone line to the junction box under
the
desk. Now came the hard part. Six extension number labelled optic fibres
were inside, and they're infinitely harder than electrical wires to
attach to without a loss of signal calling for investigation. Which ones
held the voice/picture and data communications? Damn, he'd have to bug
all of them and work it out one at a time.
First the bug was fitted into the box, then he sorted the tools to snip
the
fibres one at a time and fit both ends into a beam-splitting sleeve.
This drew a miniscule amount of signal for the bug to amplify and
transmit for him to listen to at his leisure.
It seemed almost too easy; he'd brought the tools to handle Armoured
and
Vacuum protected lines, but nothing special was needed.
The door beeped as someones ID was accepted. A glance at his watch told
the
story, half an hour had passed. Fuck!
Hicks rolled under the desk to hide, pulling the chair into place
behind him
as he did so. A womans footsteps entered, followed by several men
talking amongst themselves. Right, he'd fight his way out if he had to.
"Okay Sapphr, your lunchtime is over. Back to work", someone said.
Hmmm, a
person with an attitude problem, he thought.
The inner door slid shut and the voices promptly disappeared without a
trace. "Fucking arseholes", the woman called after them.
Her legs appeared, and the chair was pulled out. She sat down and
pushed it
forward to start work. Oh, shit! The inevitable promptly happened, and
her knee nudged him. She stumbled back in a state of shock, and looked
underneath... He averted his face and was about to make a run for it,
when she sat back down again and moved forward. She did NOT pick up a
phone or intercom.
Endless seconds passed as he heard frantic scribbling. Oh jeez, now
what?
Hicks thought to himself.
Sapphr passed a note and pen under the desk.
"Are you an industrial spy?" it read.
She could have reported him instantly, but she hadn't. Also, there
seemed to
be some serious friction here. Enough perhaps, that she might actually
want to help. Decide.
The inner door opened again. The same voices emerged, then went silent.
Hicks sensed rather than heard one move to stand next to the secretary.
There was five seconds of total silence before he spoke, slowly and
carefully elucidating each word as he went.
"Sapphr, you are being paid to work, as I understand it. But you
haven't
done anything whatsoever since I last saw you."
She inserted some paper into the word processor and started typing.
"I don't expect to have to tell you again... alright?" he continued,
before
leaving with his friend.
That made up his mind. "YES" Hicks wrote, and held up the pen and
paper. Promptly she stopped typing and started scribbling again.
"Are you trying to bug the place?" was the next note.
"Yes", he replied again.
"Extension 770 is the Presidents office." was the reply..
Hot damn! We're in business. He turned and continued where he'd left
off.
Maybe Roberts time was closer than she'd thought. It appeared she was
shortly going to be an Eyewitness to some very interesting events. But
there was one niggling point about this. She didn't know of ANY
competition to the ICC company, and that made her all the more
interested in who he was. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to ask too many
questions.
A light suddenly went on. Maybe he could repay her help in another way
Hicks snipped the wire labelled "770". Neither cut end glowed, meaning
it
hadn't been in use at the time. Brilliant! He slipped both ends into the
bug and sealed the junction box. Only a deliberate search would find
this thing. Now lets get out of here.
Sapphr blocked his path.
"Finished", he wrote, and handed her pen and paper back.
She sat forward in the chair, searched around for his head with her
hands.
When she found it, she pulled up her dress, spread her legs and started
pulling him toward her waiting cunt. He resisted and tried to free his
head but she was having none of it. It was only when he smelled closeup
the fragrant sweat-like odor of her cunt, that he realized what she
wanted.
The penultimate joke on Robert. No way would she give herself to him
just to
get back into his good books. He'd proven himself a fair weather friend
many times over, and the moment he got bored with her she'd simply be
moved out here again. But she happily gave herself to this spy under her
desk. He was more of a man than Robert *ever* would be. The sheer cheek
of sneaking into the ICC Presidents office... who would have credited
it?
Eat me! She wrapped her legs around Hicks head, pulling his face into
her
willing, wet pussy. He pulled aside her white undies, exposing the pink
folds of her secret lips. Two fingers opened her wings to his gaze, the
little clitoris springing proudly to attention, awaiting the touch of
his tongue. An index finger swirled straight into the depths of Sapphrs
vagina as his tongue began flicking her clit.
Nobody would ever believe he'd done this, he thought. This was yet
another
story he'd have to keep forever to himself.
Her long smooth legs and the partly shaven pussy between them drove
Hicks
on, licking and licking the tiny love bud. He fondled her hot upper
thighs and rubbed all around, touching all the sensitive parts she
wanted explored, especially now.
She leaned back slightly, and Hicks took the hint to feel the sensitive
flesh around her tiny puckered anus. Not many men liked doing that; in
her school and University days she'd had to urge on boyfriends who
didn't like it. The only one who readily agreed to this liked having a
hand under her bottom while eating her out, and was more than happy to
do as she asked.
More points to this man.
He pushed another finger into her cunt, and spread it wide for his
viewing
pleasure. Exposed, he could see Sapphrs love tunnel curving into her
body. A third and fourth finger promptly followed, filling her nicely.
It was amazing watching the formerly nearly hidden vagina opening wider
and wider to easily accommodate his fingers. Slowly he swirled them in
to the knuckle and started fucking her that way, swirling them around
and around to thoroughly satisfy her. God knows, if he didn't do a good
job she'd probably report his presence. Each time the fingers came out a
droplet or two of lubricant followed, and before long enough had emerged
to dribble down onto her dress. At least the synthetic material wouldn't
show a stain from the outside.
The little clitoris received a fresh burst of attention, his tongue
furiously lashing the little transparent-looking button. She responded
by rubbing his back with her feet, a good sign. More, more, she silently
begged him. He backed off to prolong the delightful torture, and moved
his tongue to the very top of her wide-spread gash. Slowly, very slowly,
he started moving it down. Over her clitoris, down, down, towards her
gaping vagina with his slick fingers still exploring its depths. When he
finally got there she wanted to scream, and when he pushed it deep into
her wet cunt it was almost too much. A groan escaped her lips. A few
moments later he withdrew and continued licking downward, stopping just
short of her anus. That was a no-go area, even for an avid cunnilingus
fan like Hicks.
He wanted to suggest that she hold her knees to her chest to improve
access
to her anus, but there was no way of telling when more execs would pass
through.
Lets try something different. He inserted his index finger to the hilt,
past
the pubic bone, and began pressing upward while probing around, trying
to make the g-spot area swell and make itself known to him. It wasn't
easy doing this while stimulating her clitoris at the same time, and it
was tiring for his wrist, to say the least.
He preferred trying to find it while his partner was lying face down on
the
bed with a pillow under her hips, so he could insert his fingers palm
down and stimulate the upper vaginal wall more easily. Also, he could
alternate between playing with her bottom and holding his partners cunt
lips open to rub her clitoris, watching the juices flowing down her
crack as a result.
Sapphr loved being explored so thoroughly yet tenderly, with all her
innermost secrets exposed to a mans gaze. A few times she'd even thought
of being one of the volunteers who allowed themselves to be examined by
trainee doctors, so they could learn how to do it without additional
discomfort for the patients. That idea quickly faded when she got older.
She felt the urge to urinate with her urethra being stimulated so, but
this
definitely was NOT the time or place for that.
He had no way of knowing if she would come with that area being
stimulated
alone, but at the very least the combination of his tongue in her groove
and his finger on the g-spot would bring her off nicely. He settling
into a pattern, rubbing the swollen area deep inside Sapphr, while
licking her clitoris faster and faster.
She had long since stopped working and sat back to concentrate on what
he
was doing. Her long legs were resting on his back and rubbing him
occasionally, urging him on to greater heights of passion.
The closer she got to coming, the tighter she gripped him. Suddenly she
groaned loudly and pushed his head with both hands into her cunt and
closed her legs around it, nearly suffocating him. She trembled and a
long stream of juice poured over his fingers down onto her dress.
After a 'goodbye' kiss on her clitoris from Hicks, she pulled her
undies
back into place before letting him go.
"Come back anytime," she said as he hurried off.
Despite the best Robert&Co could do, Sapphr was one happy secretary for
the
rest of that day.
After work she accompanied Vanessa to her apartment for the promised
drinkies.
"Nice place." Sapphr commented.
"Thank you, mind if I light up?"
"Not at all."
She watched as the Boss' new secretary lit up a denicotined cigarette.
Guaranteed safe for your health.
"Name your drink", she asked, indicating a dozen assorted liquers and
spirits. Not the real thing, but the Gateway labs insisted they tasted
the same.
"Southern comfort would be nice" she replied, and watched as Vanessa
mixed
her drink.
"I hear the executives were giving you a hard time today?"
"Yes, they tried, but I can give as good as I get."
"So I gathered. I liked your Frenchwoman joke, they were talking about
it in
the office."
"I'll bet they were. It was either that or tell him he's the load that
should have been swallowed."
Vanessa laughed, and sat down next to her new friend with their drinks.
"Nice comebacks, I ought to build up a repertoire myself. From school?"
"Around and about, I used to mix with a rowdy bunch of people, you only
had
to keep your ears open to get a good education."
"I don't drink myself", she explained when Sapphr glanced towards her
glass
of milk.
"You don't what you're missing."
"Maybe; it just never appealed to me."
A tuft of hair fell across Vanessa's face when she took another sip.
She
tolerated it for a few moments then threw her head back to get it out of
the way. To Sapphr it looked like a polished move. She knew some men
took the gesture as a come on if done right.
"Have you got a boyfriend, Vanessa?"
"Gateway doesn't allow Pets."
Sapphr nearly choked on her drink.
"Guess not, then. It's been a few months since my last. I feel this
isn't
really the place for it."
"Any idea what you'll do, now you're not the apple of Roberts eye?"
Vanessa
asked, politely changing the subject.
"Ummm, I haven't really given it much thought yet, at the moment I want
to
stick it out, the moneys still decent."
"Good for you. Although I expect they'll wait a discreet few months
before
announcing a staff reshuffling or some such thing, so you might as well
get another job up your sleeve."
"Thanks for the tip, I'll do that."
It was nearly 2am when Sapphr got back to her apartment, bleary eyed
from
sleep and alcohol. Didn't that woman ever get tired? No matter how nice
her new friend was, there came a time when she simply HAD to leave.
Vanessa was due at work in under 5 hours, and she looked just as fresh
as ever when she left.
Sapphr crashed and was asleep moments after she got back to her
apartment.
Weeks after the Sulaco departed with a new crew, Bishop was still
waiting to
be reassigned. No orders had come through, which was decidedly odd.
As a Military Hyperdine Android, part of his job was to keep himself as
up
to date as possible with developments and news; anything that might
possibly benefit a future mission. That included looking for humorous
items of news to boost troop morale in the right circumstances. Lately
there'd only been two such stories in the electronic media.
A Wife went off on holiday and her Husband took the opportunity to
visit the
local Cat-house. He'd paid his money and discovered the girl was... his
wife, who'd taken the job to earn extra money.
Then there were the fake Poltergeist hunters who'd been caught using
special
effects to terrorize householders, then demanding exorbitant sums to
clean their places out.
He entered his personal communications login, and was surprised to
promptly
receive notice of an "urgent and personal" message waiting for him.
Interesting. A new posting wouldn't have been accorded this high a
priority. In fact he'd never received a purely personal message in his
life.
"Call Hyperdine systems repair dept IMMEDIATELY!!"
What? Bishop was stumped. They'd missed nothing in his repairs, he'd
have
detected it instantly and reminded them if they had. Despite the late
hour in Hyperdine he phoned the company, and his call was automatically
transferred to a private number.
The technician who'd repaired him answered the call after a long delay.
The
curse trembling on his lips died when he recognized the caller.
"Bishop! Thank goodness you got my message. Back in a minute, I have
to
tidy myself up."
"You're in big trouble", he declared upon his return. The ICC company
wants
you decommissioned and out of the way - permanently", he said on his
return.
"Why me?"
"Something to do with your last op out. Your memory and recall can't be
challenged in a court of law, and you know some things they don't want
released. Hyperdine is fighting it tooth and nail, because one report of
a high-tech product failure would put their reputation on the line.
I had to warn you. Do you know anyone who can help?"
Bishop was at a complete loss. His dedication to his job had been
beyond
reproach, and now he was threatened with destruction. There wasn't any
choice now, he had to test his hunch.
"Thanks for the warning, I think I know someone in a position to stop
this." "Thats good, I've got a lot of effort invested in you, and it's
my job on
the line as well if you don't succeed or get yourself out of there."
Ripley returned that evening from shopping for that special item to
decorate
the apartment. She'd settled on a half meter high color hologram of
African Primates sitting in trees with foreground mist drifting past.
Yes, it looked good on the wall about here, where the Sunlight would
show it to best effect. She walked back and forth several times to
admire the effect.
Ripley had a long hot soothing shower to remove the days accumulated
grime
from the cargo bay. It was hopeless trying to keep out the dust from the
transient mining equipment, you just had to put up with it till your
shift was over; and she couldn't very well shower with the men at days
end. She put on clean white panties and a dressing gown then started
preparing dinner.
Newt would be back from school soon. How she'd changed after talking
about
Acheron for the first time. Ripley grinned at the memory of some of the
things she'd listened to. Several times lately Newt had had school
friends around for tea, a good sign of progress. Even her guidance
counseller had rung to tell Ripley about the changes.
The phone buzzed quietly for attention. No rest for the wicked; she
hadn't
even had a chance to rest her feet yet.
"Hi Ripley, how're you keeping?" Hicks asked when she answered his
call. "Fine thanks, we've settled in well... I thought you might've
shipped out by
now?"
"They'll decide if I'm in or out after the next psych evaluation. It
feels
great, after all I've done for them...", he replied, clenching his
fists.
"I know exactly how you feel. Say, if things don't work out, you're
welcome
to stay here till you've found a place."
"If it's no problem for you?"
"Once I know, I can plan for it."
Ripley got up and fetched her slippers before returning to the console.
As
she sat down again, the Dressing gown fell part way open to reveal
plenty of cleavage and some of her panties. Ripley made no move to
correct the situation.
Hicks gulped. Her underwear weren't quite up properly; he could plainly
see
the top of her mound and a few hairs poking out. Looking up, he could
see part of the areola of one pointy breast and nearly the nipple.
Dammit, he thought. She knows what she's doing.
A thin smile crossed her face.
"If if comes to it, I'll gladly take you up on that offer."
At 1 am station time Hicks started his last ditch effort to bring the
Company president to heel. The Bug had done its job but nothing useful
had come of it - everything was encoded and all there was to hear was
white noise. He'd hoped to record some interesting material to hand
anonymously to the media. Now he knew why it'd been so easy to bug the
line; why spend lots protecting it when you can encode the transmission?
Of course the secretary didn't know, calls to his office went direct.
Bugger it.
The Police have simple minds, he thought. So lets give them a simple
story.
The beauty of his plan was, the President had so many enemies that even
if they figured it wasn't the chance in a million it appeared, they
wouldn't know where to start looking.
He'd spent days preparing the heavy, hollow steel tube he was hefting.
It
was packed with two of the blocks of plastic explosive he'd taken,
together with a little Iron meteorite he'd purchased at some expense. It
was the only thing that wouldn't arouse suspicion. When the circuit was
complete, the moment it was exposed to sunlight it would trigger the
electric detonator and blast the meteorite through his window.
Primitive, he thought; but it would suffice.
But he still had to get to the Presidents window and attach the tube by
magnet to a strut, which meant a spacewalk. They'd learned the basics
'in case of emergency'; the main thing was to always move slowly and
forget nothing. If you forgot where you were, you might not be able to
correct a mistake.
Maintenance had a collection of fully-prepared suits on standby in case
of
hull breach, but he still had to disable the airlock sensors so its use
wouldn't be detected. Fully suited up, he reduced the airlock pressure
some as a final check of suit integrity, then bled the rest into space.
Pitch darkness greeted him when the outside door opened. It took some
seconds to orientate himself with the view as the station was currently
in darkness over the Earths nightside.
Hicks took hold of the first handhold and pulled himself outside.
Gateways
skeletal frame seemingly stretched to infinity above and below him as
his feet swung out in the zero gravity. Handholds went in all directions
along the outside for the construction and maintenance workers, and he
started picking his way along, scrupulously avoiding observation
windows, heading for a distant flashing red beacon close to his
destination.
The night would last half an hour, maximum. No way could he make that
distance in 30 minutes, so for at least one 90-minute period he'd have
to stop and hide in shadows.
After twenty minutes of pulling himself hand-over-hand he was closing
on the
presidents office. Hicks could plainly see the one-way glass dully
reflecting the beacon as he homed on the very corner of Gateway.
Then the light level began increasing around him. The crescent forming
on
Earth's horizon only confirmed what he knew; the sun was on its way and
it was time to hide. He headed for an inside corner facing away from
Earth, reaching it scant seconds before the station lit up. Oh well,
ninety minutes wasn't so bad, it could be worse. The sheer contrast
prevented his being seen, but from his vantage point he could see
everything.
He pulled the gun from his belt, set the timer some hours hence and
plugged
in the final wire. Ready. It wouldn't go active until just before the
dawn he wanted; the office was unoccupied before then so it didn't
matter how obvious it was. It's job done, the force of its detonation
would push it away without a trace. Clean and tidy.
On Gateway, things were organized such that there were always people on
duty. It was "evening" in this part of the station. Elsewhere, people
were waking up for their shift while others were having lunch. The
lights across from Hicks were steadily winking out. No, he mustn't fall
asleep, he thought. Not now.
Hicks briefly peered down at the partly lit crescent of the Earth.
Unexpectedly, a zinc-colored flash of light streaked across his field of
view then faded, leaving a trail that vanished in moments. A meteor.
Wow! He'd never seen one from above before. He moved back to the deepest
shadow and turned on the suit radio; anything to keep him awake.
Nigel Hepburn was having his fifteenth Birthday just across from where
Hicks
was hiding. It'd been a great day for him, he'd toured the whole station
and spent hours looking at Earth through a Telescope. Now he was waiting
for his highly-paid Father to return from work for Dinner. He was
helping a friend of the family, thirty-two year old Tracey, prepare
tonights dinner. His Mother had chosen to remain on Earth during her
Husbands 2 month posting, and he'd obtained permission for his son to
come up for 3 days to have his birthday here. Jealous school friends had
been calling all day to belately wish him happy birthday.
He was 6 foot 4 with brown hair, brown eyes, and wore glasses for
distance.
Surgery or contacts could have corrected this, but he was allergic to
the thought of either option.
Nigel liked it when Tracey dropped by from the repair dept she worked
in,
she was voluble and always had a collection of new jokes for him. Not to
mention, he quite liked her full stop. She looked younger than her
years, and had a freckled appearance she'd similarly chosen to keep.
Nigel liked freckles, and reckoned they went well with her curly,
shoulder length Red hair and general outlook. Tonight she was wearing a
black dress which showed plenty of leg.
Nigel was going to have to be careful not to let his unprofessional
interest
in her be noticed; she hadn't got where she was without good observation
skills. Repairing the hardware she did often took microscopes to spot
tiny breaks after the fault had been localized; and that was her forte.
As soon as everything was prepared they sat for drinks while dinner
heated
and to await his Fathers return. Tracey sat exactly opposite from Nigel,
which he liked because occasionally he got glimpses up her smooth legs.
Careful... she might notice the undue attention he reminded himself, and
quickly he averted his eyes. But inevitably they wandered back.
"...So, have your family called you yet?", Tracey asked.
"They rang right before you dropped by. It was nice to see them again.
How
about yours?"
"I haven't talked with them for a few days. I got a message at work the
other day from Sheryl, so I ought to get back to them."
She bent down for her glass again, and Nigel got a glimpse of cleavage.
Too
much. His amorous thoughts awakened a part of his body he'd rather
remain dormant right now, and he moved to subtly cover up.
Abruptly Tracey stood up and looked out the window almost directly at
Hicks,
whose heart thumped before he forced himself to remember there was no
way she could see him. She turned and walked over to sit next to Nigel,
whose semi-hardon had gone down sufficiently for him to uncover it.
She was sitting close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from
her
body and faintly smell her perfume. Those legs he'd admired for so long
were within reach, yet they might as well have been miles away. This
close, he could even see the thin red hairs on her legs. His hardon
began to move again, and he was forced to discretely cover up for the
second time.
"Nice haircut," he commented.
"You're the first to notice. And just so I can't be accused of the
same
thing, you've had yours trimmed this evening too."
"The hairdresser gave me a nice scalp massage while she was about it. I
didn't want her to stop, and it nearly sent me to sleep", Nigel said
"You like it too? So do I, it beats any massage I think. I had mine
continue
a bit longer also. She said lots of people like it but she only does it
for regulars."
"Hers was the first I've had. I didn't know it felt that good"
"Yes, I wouldn't be surprised if it's a form of subtle persuasion to
get
people to come along more often. I thought only mine had cottoned onto
it."
Nigel refilled his drink. The alcohol was beginning to make itself
felt, he
already felt slightly light-headed.
"Would you like me to try it on you?"
"That'd be nice thanks, Tracey."
She moved closer and placed her fingers on his scalp then began rubbing
around as if she was washing his hair. He closed his eyes and let her do
as she liked.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yes.... thats perfect", Nigel said. "I just don't know if I can do it
as
well if you want the same."
"Thats ok. Just relax, put your hands by your sides. Don't be
frightened by
me."
The hand that had splashed a little perfume onto her neck passed near
his
nose, and he got a strong whiff. Traceys hot leg pressed against his.
Being touched by her was the most sensuous thing he'd known, and he
didn't want it to end.
"What are you thinking about?", Tracey asked out of the blue.
"It feels nice, thats all."
"Come on Nigel, you can do better than that. There must be something
else.
What are you thinking about?"
"Such as?"
"Am I responsible for that, for instance?"
"Pardon?" he asked, hoping she didn't mean what he thought she meant.
Long seconds passed without a reply, while Tracey kept massaging his
scalp.
Nigel opened his eyes, and saw her looking towards his hitherto-covered
secret.
"I'm sorry", he finally replied, and moved to cover himself again as
the
hardon started rapidly shrinking.
She took hold of his arm, and gently pulled it away.
"Don't be", she said. "I think it's cute. Just relax."
He closed his eyes again, and her hands vanished from his scalp to
reappear
a moment later on his chest. She started massaging there, gradually
working down to the seat of the problem.
Was Tracey just teasing him or was she serious? He didn't want to spoil
the
atmosphere by asking.
"Come on, relax, it's only me. I'm not going to hurt you" she said,
holding
his arm until his trembling ceased.
Then she started massaging his tummy muscles; still working down. Her
hands
spread to bypass his genitals just before they were about to make
contact. Nigel was simultaneously pleased and disappointed, she'd
already made some of his dreams come true so he couldn't expect more.
Then she put a finger directly on his cock and delicately traced it's
length.
Nigel jumped upright and opened his eyes wide.
... As Tracey pulled down his zipper and eased the flaps open before
resting
her delicate hand on his hardon, which was barely restrained by his
underpants.
"Do you want to make love to me?" she asked.
He nodded assent.
"You've been thinking about it for a long time, I know. Come on, we've
got
plenty of time before your Father comes back."
And she led him to the master bedroom, still in Hicks' full view.
Tracey motioned for him to get onto the bed then she climbed on top and
lay
on him. Instantly they intertwined, his hands on her back, hers on the
sides of his head as they passionately kissed. She overwhelmed him,
rubbing her lithe body on his, rubbing his crotch with her leg, while
tongue darting in to explore the recesses of his mouth. Nigel had to
fight to catch up with her fiery enthusiasm.
Her breasts poking into his chest woke him from her spell, and he put a
hand
between them to tweak a boob. She giggled and moved off to lie next to
him, moving her hand to it's former position as she did. On his cock.
She looked back at him, hair unkempt, a dirty grin on her face. This
was her
game, no doubt about that.
"Why me?"
"You're cute, and I've wanted to have the chance since I first laid
eyes on
you. Just don't tell anyone."
"I'm not that stupid."
"Have you had much experience?", she replied.
"Never."
"Leave it to me then, I'll take good care of you."
Tracey took his hand and put it on her breast, and instructed him in
exactly
how she liked her breasts touched. He probed it's weight, feeling every
curve and noting the way it responded to his touch.
Nigel reached up and started undoing her woolen Jersey from top to
bottom.
She shrugged out of it and he returned to touching her breasts. Soon he
wanted more and started undoing her white shirt as well to expose her
bra, then reached behind and undid the catch of her bra, and let him
pull it off.
God, Tracey was beautiful. There wasn't much contrast between her
breasts
and skin, but redheads didn't tan that well he'd heard. Her pointy,
medium size breasts jutted out, simply demanding to be touched. What
could a man do but oblige?
He put his mouth onto a pointy nipple and started sucking whilst
rubbing the
other. Her breasts hardly moved from his touch, they were that firm.
Tracey stroked his cock and the back of his head.
"Good boy, it's breastfeeding time", she commented.
He kneeded her breasts and rubbed and licked her nipples alternately
until
they were good and hard. With difficulty she pulled his pants off and
threw them aside. Then a hand slid inside his underpants and for the
first time he felt the exquisite touch of a womans warm hand on his
privates.
She took his hand and put it on her leg. He took the cue to start
feeling
his way up towards her fanny.
"Go on", she implored when his hand stopped partway up. "Don't tease
me." Thus empowered, he went underneath her black dress and found his
way up to
her panties. She liked it when he started feeling around and rubbing the
seat of her desire, and began rubbing his cock harder. God she was hot
around there, he'd heard about it but never imagined it to be so warm
'up there'.
"You're overdressed" she muttered, and yanked down his underwear and
flung
them across the room. Unrestrained, his manhood sprung to attention, the
angry purple head aching for attention. Tracey put her hand on it and
began stroking it, barely making contact.
Nigel pulled Traceys dress up around her waist, exposing her pale blue
cotton underwear. Instantly he went back to rubbing her there. This
close, he could see the outline of her pubic hair through them. He tried
pushing a finger inside the band but it was just too tight and he went
back to rubbing her crack through her underwear, which were starting to
feel damp.
Before long Tracey wanted more, and pulled her panties down a notch to
leave
the rest for him. He got the idea and pulled them down and off. They
joined the clothes on the bedroom floor.
When he looked back, she'd spread her legs for him to have a look. He
froze
at the sight of her red pubic hair and the thin crack visible within.
For the first time he smelt the musty odor of a womans sex.
"Can I touch?"
"Of course you can, just be gentle."
Nigel rubbed his way up her legs until he reached Traceys cunt. No
reaction,
she wanted him to go further. He started touching, feeling, and
exploring. He put two fingers next to the lips and pulled them open
until pinkness stared back. The sexy odor became stronger and he moved
closer still, to within inches. Nigel put a finger into the wide-open
crack then let her lips go. As he watched, his finger was enclosed by
her erotic warm and dark red hair. Experimentally he rubbed it up and
down along the length of Traceys crack, which was distinctly damp to the
touch. Now he wanted to see everything, and he pulled her lips open
until they couldn't go any wider. Soft, gleaming pink was exposed to his
gaze. He touched every hair and every curve between her legs over and
over.
"Rub me... here.. could you?" Tracey indicated the top of her crack.
He moved his finger up and started rubbing there. Gradually he
discerned a
harder spot in the midst of her sex and concentrated on that.
Further down he could see the flesh curving inwards to disappear behind
her
hood. Was this?... the forefinger of his other hand ventured there to
find out. Gently he pushed it in and felt the surface give, then it was
sliding inwards, all the way to the hilt.
"Yes, thats where you'll be soon. If you want to be daring, you can
lick me
where your other finger is."
"You mean, in there?"
"Uh huh."
He didn't know if he could, but he tried an experimental lick at the
spot
she'd indicated. A faint salty flavour came back while her vaginal musk
assailed his nostrils. 'Not too bad' he decided, and tucked in to give
Tracey the licking she wanted. The longer he kept it up, the fainter the
odor became until he figured he'd licked her clean. By now he was
pumping the finger in and out, dragging droplets of liquid out each time
he withdrew. The crack he was licking was similarly getting wetter as
time went by. Whether he was causing that he didn't know, but he was
beginning to really enjoy this as he licked her cunt.
She draped her legs around his shoulders. The long, smooth hot legs
around
him urged him on to greater heights of lovemaking, and he pushed his
tongue harder than ever over her clitoris.
"Thats nice, I like that", she commented.
Hicks was watching the coupling starting to take place nearby with a
mixture
of bemusement and guilt for looking. He turned away to regard the rest
of the station.
"What the hell, what they don't know won't hurt them", he muttered to
himself and turned back. His Marine friends would have approved of this
decision.
He was still holding the weightless but not inertialess tube. Idly, he
set
it down next to him.
"I'm not in love with you, Nigel, but I'm going to let you have the
ultimate experience."
He stopped licking and looked up. Tracey pulled her legs together and
removed her dress. Now she was completely naked. He started to move up,
but she had other ideas.
"Lie back, I want to be on top."
They moved into position for his first ever fuck.
Tracey sat up and reached into her handbag. Out came a tube of
lubricant.
whilst feeling his cock and balls, she dripped lots of the cold liquid
onto his cock.
"Brrr..."
"Don't be such a wuss", she replied.
The lubricant warmed in seconds as she rubbed it over his cock until he
was
slick. Then she climbed up on top. He looked into her eyes and held his
hands out to caress her breasts again as she came down.
She reached between them to take hold of his cock and start rubbing it
into
her crack.
He yelped as a too-sensitive part of his cock was rubbed.
"Move around until you get it right, thats one thing I can't do for
you." He did as she asked until the underside of his cock-head was
rubbing inside
her smooth wet crack. She sensed he was ready for more and started
rubbing it faster and harder, using his cock to rub her clit.
"I like doing this, it makes me soooo fucking randy, I just gotta have
a
good screw to finish off." Nigel had never heard language like this from
her, in fact he didn't know she was capable of it.
She stopped, and moved back. A pleasant warmth enclosed his cock, then
she
let go of it and pushed down. He felt her pubic hair against his balls.
"You're not a virgin any more, Nigel, you're all the way inside me. I
don't
have a problem with lubricant in case you're wondering, it's so you'll
last longer coz I want a good long fuck. I want you to tell me when
you're getting close to coming, okay?"
He nodded assent, and she began moving.
Traceys breasts were so firm, they hardly moved while her hard nipples
rubbed their way across his chest. She adjusted position slightly until
it was just right and she got a good rhythm going.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..." she let out little yelps of pleasure as she fucked
Nigel. She was nearly half a foot shorter than he, and he looked
squarely into her eyes only when she withdrew prior to impaling herself
again.
Nigel was in heaven as warm massaging tightness enclosed his cock.
"I'm getting tired, could you put you hands on my hips and help me
along?" Nigel held her tightly and pushed her body back and forth,
driving his cock
in to the hilt every time. Each time he felt her pubic hair against his,
her expression twitched, and her vagina fluttered around his cock,
gripping it tighter.
"This'll build up those lovely muscles of yours some more, Nigel." They
both
laughed at that, before concentrating on their furious lovemaking once
more.
The only sounds were their heavy breathing, the occasional kiss, moans,
and
the slapping of her thighs and breasts against his body.
"I'm going to be come shortly", he finally announced.
"Stop for a minute then... I want to do something."
Again, she reached into the handbag she'd brought into the bedroom with
her. This time, out came a slim smooth vibrator. She moved forward to
pull him
partway out, then lay flat against him. She turned on the vibrator and
adjusted it's speed then reached behind her and slid it in right
alongside Nigels cock.
Tracey bade him to resume fucking while she pushed the vibrator in and
out
in synch. He pulled out, she pushed it in, and vice versa. Two cocks
inside her hole at once. She started trembling moments before Nigel
started cumming from the extra tightness and the shared vibrations.
"Oh my god... Oh my god..." he began saying, then he spilled over. The
look
on his face turned to one of agony.
He was positively quiet by comparison as they came together. She felt a
sudden splash of warmth inside her as his cum started to fill her up.
One long spurt after another coated her insides and started dribbing
out.
The cunt juice on his cock turned white. Long dribbles of come poured
down
and neither of them cared, they were enjoying the greatest shared
experience. She removed the vibrator and showed the fluid covered length
to Nigel before wiping it off and hiding it in her bag again.
They lay together, she still on top of him, until his softening cock
slipped
out.
Hicks watched as Nigel opened Traceys cunt lips wide to see the result
of
their combined efforts, before they showered together and wiped each
others privates clean before drying each other and dressing together.
The light level started dropping around Hicks as he watched them return
to
the lounge and chatting over more drinks. Christ, the largest part of
ninety minutes had gone quickly, watching them.
Moments later it was pitch black and time to resume his interrupted
journey.
He put his hand out to pick up the tube. It wasn't there. Oh, he must
have put it back in his belt. Nope, it wasn't there either. Ummm, where
was it?
His skin crawled.
He'd put it down. In zero gravity. He frantically looked around for it,
but
it was nowhere to be seen.
Reluctantly he looked outwards, and quickly spotted the tube glinting
in the
moonlight, dozens of meters away at least. It might as well be on the
other side of the Solar system, it was just as untouchable.
For a moment he hated himself like no other, then realised his mistake
was
an entirely human one. He could replace the tube and try again, but he'd
almost certainly be posted before then.
No doubt there'd be another time.
Slowly he turned his back on the corner of the station and headed back
to
the airlock. He'd refill the oxygen in the suit and re-enable the
airlock sensors to leave no trace of his presence. No close yet so
far...
Ripley awoke two hours before dawn, and tossed and turned until she
realised
she wasn't going to get any more shut-eye till she'd gotten up and done
something. So she got up for a walk around and a drink of water. Ripley
stepped out onto the 50th floor apartment balcony to watch the view for
a few minutes.
The street was lit by a dazzling half full moon. At this time there
were
only a few vehicles and the odd person moving around, and little else.
The cold night breeze fanned over Ripley, making her shiver.
Some movement caught her eye. An oblong, faintly glowing shape crawled
up
between two buildings. It wasn't until it cleared them that she realised
it was the gateway station, glowing by it's onboard lights. Unexpectedly
it turned red then blazed into life as it moved out of Earths shadow
into daylight. She didn't envy them. Twelve sunrises and sets a day for
them. One of each was sufficient for her.
The sudden little puff of gas just ahead of it took her by surprise.
Hello,
a rocket? No, ion engines were invisible. An accident, perhaps? Not
likely. In any case, she'd hear about it soon enough if anything had
happened.
Robert was even more surprised when the sudden soundless detonation
blazed
forth several kilometers away. Fragments of metal from Hicks' shattered
gun went in all directions as the Iron meteorite became the first ever
to make the journey to Earth, then back into Solar orbit.
"What the hell...", he muttered, as he watched the gas plume expand and
slowly fade away.
He'd almost forgotten all about it when lunchtime came around again.
Vanessa
was finishing some work, and she'd join him and his friends for a few
drinks over a hot lunch.
Shortly after his departure she noticed on the security monitor a
balding
figure walk up to the outside door and wait there, ignoring the "Office
closed for lunch" sign. After a few minutes she figured he surely must
have realised, so she decided to talk.
"Hello, the office is closed until one. Is it important?" Her voice
wafted
from the speaker grille.
"It is. Can we talk?"
"Are you after the Company president?"
"No, I have to talk to you, Vanessa."
Interesting. What was important enough that someone would want to talk
to
her personally, especially now?
"Hang on, I'll be out in a minute."
Vanessa buzzed Bishop into the outside office.
"I don't think we've met" she said.
"How well do you know Hyperdine products?"
"Not very well, thats not really my department."
"How about the 600 model?"
"As I said, thats not my department. Unless theres something important,
I
think you'd better come back later."
Bishop showed her the tattoo on his arm, listing his make and model
number. It took Vanessa nearly an entire millisecond to consider her
reply. Alright,
they had things to discuss.
"Military hyperdine unit. Okay, apartment 1793, 6pm sharp. Now, you'd
better leave before you're noticed. I'll see you then."
Vanessa had set out two glasses of milky lubricant and changed out of
her
work clothes when he got there. He glanced at the cigarette burning in
an ashtray.
"We're alone; the cigarette's mine. The President likes me to show some
little shortcomings", she commented.
"Now, I think I deserve to know how you found out who I am, Mr..."
"Bishop. I overheard a conversation you had a few weeks ago. Your
attitude
struck me first of all. And as good as the engineers are these days,
some limb movements aren't as fluid as humans."
"Well well, thats something I never considered. I was told I wouldn't
be
able to identify other 600 models and they were right; I haven't. I'd
need to spend time around fellow synthetics as you've done before I
could do the same."
"But now," Vanessa continued, "I'd like to hear your story. Why did you
contact me?"
"I'm scheduled for destruction. I need your help."
"On what grounds was that course of action decided?"
"During my last mission out, I came in contact with an exceedingly
hostile
organism that your Company wants. And they don't want anyone credible
around who might conceivably take the witness stand against them."
"So thats how I come into it. I see. Well, I've unrestricted access to
all
ICC computer data. Tomorrow I'll take a look and see what I find...
interesting... the President instructed me not to go outside my area of
work, otherwise I'd have looked through everything to learn all possible
aspects of my job. I just assumed he wanted his privacy, but now it
sounds more like he was avoiding a conflict of interest on my part."
"The 600 model is everything I was told it was. Nice functionality."
"Thank you, Bishop. It's nice to be appreciated for what I am, for
once.
Unlike you, the Hyperdine people weren't restricted so they did things
exactly the way they wanted. It's kind of fun, blending in without
anyone except Robert knowing who I am. Sometimes I wonder how they'd
react if they knew, would they treat me differently and so forth."
"Do you want to be in a different place?"
"Yes. Definitely. But it's not like I can opt out. In Roberts eyes I'm
the
perfect female employee, and my efficiency doesn't come into it. He's a
great believer in 'Jus primae noctis'"
"I haven't heard that phrase before."
"Never mind, I thought it'd been relegated to the history books
centuries
ago. But it's nice to be able to speak my mind to someone who won't say
anything."
"Comes with the territory. People seem to like someone quiet, once in a
while."
At seven thirty she bade him to leave, knowing that Robert was due
there in
thirty minutes. He often turned up early, so she didn't want to take the
chance of being caught. She promised to get in touch as soon as she'd
dug out the information.
At work the next day, Vanessa's eidetic memory absorbed dozens of pages
per
second; to human eyes it was just a blur. She'd gone straight for the
highest classification "Black" science area and quickly located the
Bio-weapons division. What she found surprised, then appalled her. The
company had flouted every ethical and moral law in its dealings. Nothing
mattered, even life itself was expendable if in the long run it advanced
their aims.
She couldn't harm, or by inaction allow to be harmed a human being.
Vanessas
internal programming compelled her to bring this up with Robert but she
held back, knowing the consequences of such a rash move. Not to mention
that Hyperdine was already compromised; she would merely be the
coup-de-grace if she tried.
She decided to check the company's background for any more surprises,
and
started with the classified history files.
The original company name was the Weyland-Yutani corp in honor of its
founders, but their noble aspirations were quickly perverted by
succeeding management. Within living memory the last vestiges of its
humble beginnings were wiped when its name changed to the ICC corp.
"The deal of the Century" declared 20th century newspaper headlines of
the
sale of a Weyland-Yutani supplier to the corporation at a giveaway
price. Delving deeper, WY had manoeuvred itself into a position such
that its major supplier sold all its products to them. At an opportune
moment they simply declared "We will pay... this amount for your wares
from now on", and forced them to the wall.
The conniving extended to their own employees. A ancient top-secret
memoranda recommended the misuse of a devious pitfall and a deliberate
loophole in their employee contracts. When someone was interviewed for
an internal position, they were offered $x per annum. However, the
letter of offer gave the salary as $x-5000. If this was declined, he was
transferred anyway - at his current salary.
Bishops predicament and this information brought another possibility to
mind. She checked the balance of payments to Hyperdine. With a sinking
feeling she noted that the last credit transfer occurred just before her
purchase.
The ICC corp was their biggest customer. It was hardly necessary to
check
the confidential message logs to find diplomatically worded memos
reminding the ICC corp of its dues, and Roberts note to his closest
execs planning the next move.
Takeover via a 2-pronged attack.
Vanessa needed to learn more to decide on a course of action, but this
wasn't getting her jobs done. So she asked to stay behind for extra
work. Robert shrugged his shoulders as if to say "please yourself", then
requested her to turn up at his apartment by 8pm.
Jonesy had been stalking for prey without success. The 6 kilo orange
furball
trudged back through his domain back to Ripleys apartment. The other
beat-up Toms gave the battle hardened beast good leeway, while his harem
were overlooked and unmolested in his passage.
"Hello Jonesy, what've you been up to today, mmm?" Ripley asked the
feline
when the door flap clattered to announce his return.
She stroked Jonesy's back just forward to the tail, his 'sexy spot'.
She
shouldn't tease him like this, it probably frustrated the Tom no end but
she was amused by Jones' reaction; the tail shooting vertical and his
head straining upwards while his mouth made biting movements in the air.
As expected the big cat went to pieces in her hands. She only had to
scratch
him the right way and he was putty.
"Oh Jonesy, you big softy, you", she commented to the feline as he
craned
his neck for more of the same.
Ripley was a Cat person. Why, she'd only just come to realize. Cats
were
proud, independent creatures that subtly let it be known they don't
really need you except for food. Similarly, she'd realized men seemed to
like women who didn't really need them; who wanted him in their life but
had other important interests - Newt in her case. Perhaps it was the
element of mystery it instilled.
She was preparing dinner when Newt came home from school, the happy
almost-teenager fairly bursting into the apartment. Newt was slowly
gaining a tan and her complexion had changed. A haircut had done wonders
for her appearance, and she was barely recognizable from the waif she'd
rescued on Acheron.
Just before some serious shut-eye, Ripley checked on Newt. She was
asleep
and not making a sound. Ripley stroked her daughters hair, feeling the
warmth radiating from her little body.
"Night, night, my Baby", she whispered.
Ripley pecked her cheek and quietly left the room. Newt didn't stir.
The phone buzzed for attention.
"Oh, you would have to ring NOW, wouldn't you? Damn it."
Hello, when she angrily hit the answer stud Bishop and a woman she
hadn't
met stared back. It looked like they were in an office somewhere.
"Hello, Bishop... whats new? I thought you would've been reassigned?"
"No, it's a long story. Tell you about it another time. Right now I'm
in the
ICC Company presidents office."
"What?", she said, eyes wide.
"Miss Ripley, I'm Vanessa, the presidents secretary", she introduced
herself.
"Your friend contacted me about some matters of interest to you. They
concern me too, now. I've got some information for you, we think you
deserve it."
"Go ahead", Ripley answered as she pulled up a seat.
"Does this look familiar to you?", Vanessa asked. She played part of a
recording from the Bioweapons division.
It was a fuzzy view from an in-helmet camera. Two people were visible
in
front, climbing a rocky slope towards an odd proturbance towering above
them. Screaming wind caught by the microphone made hearing their words
difficult.
"... how long do you think this things been here, Dallas?" a female
voice
suddenly emerged from the chaos.
"God knows Lambert, it gives me the creeps just looking at it. How tall
do
you think its builders were?"
"Look at the opening there. If that was a convenient size for them, I'd
say,
three meters, easy."
"Who knows what they were thinking of when they built it. Why leave it
open
like that, though?"
"Maybe someone was in a big hurry to leave?..."
She'd seen enough. Dallas, Lambert, Kane.. they'd gone inside the Alien
spaceship. But where did this recording come from?
"Was that on the lifeboat?"
"Yes. That, and everything your science officer, Ashley, learned about
the
Alien you picked up. He stored it in your flight recorder in case he
failed in his assignment. The inspection team which went over your
lifeboat removed all evidence pertaining to the Alien. Robert ordered it
personally."
"Robert?"
"Robert Lionel VanLeuwen, the Company president."
Wasn't that name fam...
"No, it's not a coincidence, they're related." Vanessa beat her to it.
No surprises there. Another Van Leuwen had presided over her inquiry
and the
later Court martial.
"But, going through the records, I found something else you might find
interesting. Normally when a vessel fails to report in on schedule, the
next to follow the same course is notified to keep an eye out. That
happened in your case, but the Nostromo was ordered off its normal
flight path to intercept the alien vessels signal which you otherwise
wouldn't have passed near enough to detect. Naturally, you weren't
found.
Of course, the Nostromos actual path was plotted well in advance. A
request
for a follow-up on your disappearance was denied; they decided that
anything which could cause your ships disappearance was too risky to
investigate further, and the matter was classified."
"You mean...", Ripley began to comprehend.
"If they'd looked, they would've spotted your lifeboat."
If Ripley had a second chance at Robert at that moment, she'd kill him
with
her bare hands. It wasn't an accident that she'd been left out there. An
inhuman corporate decision took her friends, family... and Amy, away
from her forever.
"Was Acheron chosen for colonization in the hope they would find the
ship?" "No, the planners didn't have access to that information."
A touch of a key filled the screen with Zeta 2 Reticuli's data.
"The system was colonized partly because its sun is almost identical to
ours. Conceivably, it even formed in the same gas cloud. Plus, Acheron
is almost completely mineable. It was purely an economic decision."
"How did Carter Burke come into it?"
"He was a minor company executive assigned to your case, and he was
ordered
to send the message to the Colony. I doubt he looked far enough ahead to
see his name was on all the documents. Mr Burke was the ICC corporations
drop man in case something went wrong."
"Couldn't the colony have detected the signal? We did."
"Simple economy. They didn't need the equipment required, so they
didn't get
it."
"Who did in the first place?"
"An automated drone probe. There are hundreds out there, collecting
data on
systems ten times further out than we've ever travelled. Amongst their
functions is a wide-band search for intelligent signals. One recorded
the Ships beacon for analysis on Earth.
Whoever set up the signal deliberately chose a noisy frequency. If
they'd
wanted it to be heard over a long distance they would've chosen
something like the twenty-one centimeter Hydrogen frequency. They
probably assumed anyone sophisticated enough to get there in the first
place could receive it, so they aimed for short range reception only."
"Ash said they'd translated it. What did it say?"
"It was easy to decipher. The originators knew a message in their
language
would likely be untranslatable by anyone else, so they settled for
diagrams. They show the Alien life-cycle in full, and make it very clear
how dangerous it was. A rough schematic of their spaceship was included
to stop curiosity along those lines, plus something else."
"Go on."
"A series of star charts showing the location of the planet they picked
up
the Alien from. The good news is that the ship was there so long that
the stars have moved to the extent they can't be followed."
"Thank goodness for that."
"The bad news is that from the spatial density on the maps they know
the
planet must be approximately two thousand light years away. That means
the probes will find it anyday, if the data isn't already sitting around
waiting to be studied in the right way."
Ripley sat back to contemplate this. Jesus, it wasn't ever yet, not by
a
long shot.
"Then sooner or later they'll succeed, and add that... thing to their
arsenal. Just one mistake and..."
"I know. Hic Jacet Terra - here lies Earth."
"Then we've got to stop them!"
"Don't worry, Miss Ripley - I'll take care of that for all of us",
Vanessa
coldly replied.
Ripley signed off for the night. Sleep didn't come easy for her. If one
company employee made one tiny human error with the Alien, a wave of
death would sweep the Earth and the lights would go out forever. Passing
ships would see the cities crumble to dust and cover the billions of
dead, and all major forms of life on Earth would die with them.
"Thank you for pointing things out to me, Bishop", Vanessa said. "Now,
what
I have to do, I want to do alone."
Bishop nodded and started to leave.
"Remember me, won't you?" she said just before the door closed behind
him.
When he was out of the office, Vanessa turned her attention back to the
keyboard and brought up a series of files and recordings. The translated
signal from the Alien spaceship. Special order 937 from the Bioweapons
division to science officer Ashley on board the Nostromo. The
confidential report on the Nostromo's disappearance. The Company
President's order to remove all evidence from the Lifeboat. Ash's data
on the Alien. The memos to and from Carter Burke. The reports from
Acheron before the transmissions of that poor colony stopped. The two
Court-martial and inquiry reports. The Sulaco records. The memos about
the Hyperdine corp.
ENTER RECIPIENT(S), the computer asked.
Her list began: United press, Reuters, Independent press assn...
Within minutes the media were bombarding the office with questions, and
the
Company presidents suite was besieged. His faithful executives,
discreetly dressed in casual and maintenance personnel attire, filled
the first available downgoing shuttle.
Vanessa was barely keeping up with the requests for more information,
when
Robert burst into the office, howling like a Banshee. His face was
beetroot red from the effort of fighting his way through the media
people, and twisted in rage.
She pressed the 'transmit' key to send her final reply to the media,
before
turning to face him.
"VANESSA!" he screamed. "WHAT HAVE.... YOU... DONE!!"
"You broke every moral and ethical law, and you knew I couldn't sit by
and
watch if I knew the whole picture.
Sorry to welcome you to the real world, Mr President. It's not everyday
your
perfect employee lets you down like this."
He gagged, then his expression turned black. The punch connected on her
jaw
and sent her spinning across the room.
There were no tears, only a wistful look on her face.
Vanessa's programming prevented her from taking action when he pulled
his
knife out of the drawer.
The end