The girls had a quiet talk in the garden after the meeting.  Then they headed down to the pool for a swim.  Along the way, Lisa showed Laura the well-equipped gym, a modern and up-to-date entertainment room, and the marvelous library.  Laura was impressed.  She knew that the Vice Chancellor was wealthy and powerful, but she had no idea he was this wealthy.  Neither woman had ever seen anything so lovely or luxurious.  They got to the pool, stripped naked, and jumped into the water.

Gallieni and Holmes went back inside and took a seat at the original table where breakfast had been served.  They opened up cases, removed documents, and sat very close together, their voices very low and serious.  The two were beginning to make plans.

The two men briefly discussed the second and third expeditions to Triskellion.  The second expedition had turned out like the first, with the galleon commander reporting that there were no signs of life with the advance parties.  They had simply disappeared.  The third expedition had been worse.  The initial galleon sent to the planet was still in orbit, all systems working, but with no sign of life.  The Vice Chancellor and the Wing Commander both decided that a party would have to board the galleon first, gain control of it, and then head to the planet surface.

The men outlined their plan, keyed it up in Gallieni's computer, and decided to move ahead.  The girls would be kept at the estate for a few weeks, training and swimming, until their health returned and they were fit enough for duty.  Then, under extremely secret conditions, they would assemble with the force to head back to Triskellion.  They would not be briefed until they were shipboard.  Both Gallieni and Holmes would accompany the mission, with Holmes taking direct command.  The personnel would be about eighty percent military, with scientific and diplomatic making up the remainder.  Both men were determined to get to the bottom of this fiasco.

The meeting went on until eight in the evening.  Decisions would be made as to who would be involved, equipment, and planning.  When all of the details were worked out, Holmes and Gallieni agreed to meet in one week.  Both men would start bright and early the next day.  Holmes would assemble people and equipment and Gallieni would free up funding and make the necessary political connections.

The day had been long and exhausting.  The Vice Chancellor went to his bedroom, undressed to his undershirt, grabbed a clean white towel, and headed into his private study.  He poured himself a whiskey and sat down at his desk, turning on his special computer.

The first room he zoomed to was the pool.  No one was there.  Likewise, no one was at the gym, either.  But he knew the girls swam, and they would swim nude, as he had provided no swimwear.  He popped out of the video feed, checked on a report, took a sip of whiskey, and then popped into one of the views for Commander Hansen.

Laura was sitting in her bra and panties, in the living area, watching a show on the small TV.  It was obvious she wasn't really interested in the show, but was lost deep in thought.  The TV was just background noise.  She stood up, went to the bathroom, did her thing, and then turned off the TV and moved to the bedroom.  Gallieni switched his view.  Laura took off her bra, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed.  There would be nothing here tonight; the woman was much too exhausted.  Gallieni switched his view on the computer to Lisa's room.

The cadet was lovely, no doubt of that.  Gallieni watched her and slowly began to fondle himself.  She was standing at the window, lights dimmed, but the drapes fully open, looking out at the garden.  She was obviously in thought as well.  All she was wearing were the tiny white lace panties she requested and Gallieni had his staff acquire.  He gently teased himself as he saw the girl unlock the door and step into the garden for a moment.  The night was cool, but she did not seem to mind.

Gallieni had Lisa Simoni figured from the very first meeting with her.  She was very, very sexual, and enjoyed being naked and scantily clad.  She enjoyed the rape by the apes.  It was not rape for her; it was pure pleasure.  The Vice Chancellor decided to stay with the view and see what developed.

Lisa felt the cool evening air wash over her.  She stood on her tiptoes and hugged herself.  The air felt wonderful, and it raised goose pimples all over her skin.  She decided she would masturbate tonight.  The Vice Chancellor had embarrassed her at the meeting.  Even though she did enjoy being taken by the apes, she felt that should remain private.  But now it was out.  No point in being a prude, she thought.  She turned, went back into her room, closed the doors, killed the lights, and went into her bedroom.

Gallieni watched as the girl dimmed the lights.  This was no problem; he had light-enhancing software installed on his network.  It was always good to know what one's guests were doing.  He sipped some whiskey and kept fondling himself, watching the girl, and now becoming fully erect.

Lisa stepped out of her panties, folded them neatly, and placed them in the bathroom.  Then she lay on the bed, fully nude, knees bent and legs spread, and began to play with her nipples with both hands.  She closed her eyes, began to breathe with her mouth open, and started to enjoy herself.  Gallieni peered intently into the screen, watching.

After a few minutes, the girl moved her right hand down between her legs and began to gently tease.  She tickled over and around her mound with her fingertips, occasionally running a finger in her slit.  Her breathing grew uneven and ragged.  Her left hand continued with nipple play, pinching and tweaking both nipples.  Gallieni slowly began to stroke himself.

The girl's hips began to gyrate.  She moved her left hand from her breasts and now used all ten fingers between her legs.  She played and tweaked, inserting a finger partway inside, and continued to tease her fully exposed clitoris.  Gallieni did not last to her orgasm.  He stroked vigorously, climaxing and catching his semen in the towel.  But he held onto his penis as he continued to watch.  

Lisa continued with her finger play, breathing faster and harder.  Her hips thrust up and gyrated.  Gallieni watched this; this girl was alive.  His wife, who had been very sexual, never reacted this way.  Lisa kept playing, and when she climaxed, she exploded.  After all, she had not climaxed since her sex with the apes a few years ago.

Gallieni watched in fascination.  Lisa's thighs began to quiver, and then she giggled.  She sat up, propping herself on her right hand, her left moving aggressively between her legs, and squeezed her legs together.  She held that position for about two minutes, her whole body shaking and quivering, and giggled at odd intervals.  She had just had a very intense orgasm.  She opened her eyes, smiled in an embarrassed sort of way, and headed off to the bathroom to pee.  After she peed, she put on the panties, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed.

Gallieni shut off his computer.  When this Triskellion affair was all said and done, he would carefully approach the girl and ask her to masturbate live in front of him.  However, he would not join her.  He wanted to study this in detail.  He put on a pair of boxers, tossed the soiled towel in the trash, and headed to his bedroom to get some sleep.  
