Alien Sex 103 (2 page)

“So.” She snuggled close with her arms around his neck. “Where to tomorrow night?”

Grinning down at her, he thought quickly. Both of them liked to play games, but they’d just about exhausted public role-playing picking each other up at bars and clubs. It was time for something a little different.

“They just upgraded the zero-g laser tag arcade downtown,” he replied. “Want to hook up there?”

Her face lit up like a happy child’s. “Stellar! Let’s say around seven.”

When he nodded, she smacked her lips against his and then held the kiss until the song had faded. Reluctantly, they pulled apart for air.

He had to clear his throat. “Tomorrow night then.”

She gave his butt a squeeze when he turned to leave.

Feigning a scowl, he wagged his finger at her, but he burst out laughing as he headed for the door. As far as he was concerned, she could grope anything she liked, just as long as it was attached to him. They’d been exclusive for the past three weeks, ever since Benni had broken up with a guy who was getting too clingy. Before that, they’d kept their relationship open and had mostly gotten together after the Sex Ed class they attended one night a week.

Xindra and Quinn, the couple who taught the course, focused on respect and education, but there was no denying parts of their class were arousing. Students were encouraged to participate in live sex demonstrations—a hands-on way to show racial and cultural differences in lovemaking, as well as technique. Varion had slept with another classmate, Katra’Ruma, as part of such a demo, but Benni was the only woman he was really interested in. What had begun as just scratching a mutual itch after class had quickly become something more. Although he usually enjoyed keeping his options open, Varion liked it this way. He liked having Benni all to himself.

After catching public transport home, he returned to his loft apartment. In keeping with his lifestyle, his place was urban, comfortable, and completely eclectic. Although he appreciated nice things, he didn’t care to fuss. He wasn’t about to blow all his earnings on furniture when he could spend his pay on recreation and vacations. Like zero-g laser tag and possibly taking his Flexian lover out of town for a dirty weekend.

Kicking off his shoes, he walked over to the oversized vid screen hanging on his living room wall. A tiny indicator light let him know he had a message waiting, but the ping of an incoming call intruded before he could check it. He glanced at the ID and quickly shifted to white blond hair and gray eyes when he caught who was calling. Opening the link, he faced his boss—his real boss, not the guy he pretended to work for.

Despite his unusual choice of professions, Varion was still entitled to his free time. Having his boss call this late was a bit annoying, although he knew better than to let that irritation show. Varion greeted him in monotone.

“Mr. Vip.”

“Mr. Chanj,” his boss replied. “Why didn’t you report in today?”

Varion’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I usually report to you at the end of the week. You’re early.”

“Willyem Gor is up to something.” Vip drummed his fingers against the top of his desk, a sure sign that he wasn’t happy. “He’s up to something big, and I want to know what it is immediately. It’s your job to keep me informed.”

“Like I said, you’re early.” Unfazed, Varion responded calmly. “You’re right that something’s up, but I don’t know what it is yet. Willyem is playing this one close to the vest. Tomorrow afternoon, he wants me and the other top executives of Gor and Tabbler at an offsite meeting. His driver is picking us up, and he plans to discuss the details with us on the way there.”

“Unacceptable.”

Varion shrugged. “Unavoidable. I’ll be able to tell you more on Friday.”

“Tomorrow,” Vip insisted. “You’ll call me tomorrow night and tell me everything that goes on at that meeting.”

“Sir, I have plans—”

“Tomorrow.” His boss disconnected.

“Well, damn,” Varion muttered, feeling put upon.

When he’d first taken this job, he’d thought the cloaking device and dagger stuff was exciting, like an action vid. He’d had no idea so much of it would become so boring. Now this felt like … work. And it was intruding on his personal life, too. Since he had no idea how long this mysterious meeting would take, it could be late by the time he got back and reported to cranky Mr. Vip. He was going to have to cancel on Benni or risk standing her up.

Sighing, he patched through a call to her and was unsurprised when he had to leave a message. She was probably still at the club, moving that flexible body of hers all over the dance floor. Just the memory of it had him breaking out in a sweat.

“Hey, Benni,” he said when the recording started. “Sorry to do this, but I have to postpone laser tag. Friday night work for you? Same time? Call me if that’s a problem. Otherwise, I’ll assume we’re on.”

He disconnected. Turning away, he took a couple steps before he remembered the blinking message light. With a quick command, he got the recording playing and was pleasantly surprised to see Benni. There were flashing lights cascading over her creamy skin, and he could barely hear her over the blaring music. She must have transmitted this directly from the club after he’d left.

“Varion, so sorry I missed you tonight.” She teased him with a flirtatious smile. “I’d say it was a snooze without you, but some hot guy kept me entertained. The things he managed in a confined space—wow! I think he had some kind of curly toe fetish, though. You know how some of these lechers are. See you next time, big boy.” Her wink was her only good-bye.

Good mood restored, Varion grinned as he headed upstairs to the shower. In fact, his mood wasn’t the only thing her message revived. He found himself taking his growing erection in hand as soon as he stepped under the hot spray. It leaped to full attention at the first touch.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Benni in that stall with her breasts poking out over the top of her blouse. Her nipples drove him crazy. Just like the rainbow of freckles that dotted her milky skin, her areolas weren’t the same color. One was pale lavender, while the other was dusky rose. For some reason, the mismatch lit a fuse inside his testicles and shorted out his brain.

With one hand leaning against the wall of the shower, he imagined himself in that bathroom stall again, pinning her leg up in a split and sucking on that marvelous tit. His other hand was busy stroking his shaft in nice, hard pulls that didn’t even begin to compare to the feel of her pussy. The image, though—ah gods, the memory—that sure did it for him.

His thighs trembled, and he thrust his cock through his encircling fingers and into the hard rush of the water. The pelting droplets stung the tip, but that was okay. It was just one more bit of stimulation tangling with the images in his mind to bring him off. Varion pictured her lust-filled eyes, her sweet lips, and then the look of his broad palm covering her mouth to hush her as he pounded her pussy.

There were voices beyond the stall, audible over her muffled squeaks. His groan was building in his chest, but he held it back. Her vagina was squeezing him so tightly—a ring that massaged him up and down his shaft with every piston of his hips. Benni’s legs remained splayed, one propped almost straight up between his arm and the wall. Her breath was hot and moist where it gusted over the knuckles of his silencing hand. Then her other leg was hooked over his hip, riding him as he rammed her, holding him as her channel contracted along the length of his cock again and again, taking him with her, milking him.

“Ahhh!”

Bellowing, he kept his hand pumping as the top of his cock exploded and spit cum all over his shower. In seconds, all evidence had washed away, but he was still left trembling. Gently petting the head of his cock, he tried to regain his breath while the last twitches of orgasm faded inside his balls. It was good—so good—but no substitute for the real thing.

Varion couldn’t wait to get inside his tasty Flexian again. All he had to do now was wait patiently and figure out what position he wanted to pose her in next.

Game Play

The sheer power pounding between Benni’s legs had her gasping in delight as she held on for dear life. Under different circumstances, the motion might have gotten her off, but her joy today was far more innocent. You just couldn’t beat riding a purebred equinoid at full gallop.

Given that the animal had six legs, one would expect a smooth ride. That might have been the case if the middle pair weren’t significantly longer than the appendages fore and aft. The resulting rocking motion threw the rider forward and backward with a jarring impact, like straddling the center of a seesaw that banged the ground on either side. Whiplash was the most obvious hazard.

Only the bravest of males, fully covered in protective gear, dared to ride one of the beasts. Certainly a petite Flexian woman wearing nothing but a sparkly leotard didn’t belong on one. Riding bareback. While executing acrobatic and contortionist feats.

The fact that Benni was doing just that five nights a week—three during the off-season—was what gave her a job here at the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds. She’d always loved animals since she was a little girl, and she’d learned trick riding the first chance she got. The sport had everything going for it: fun, danger, entertainment, and speed. What wasn’t to like?

Guiding her tufted stallion, Mumble-Peg, in a broad circle around the arena, Benni pushed up onto her bare feet and stood with her hands raised over her head like a diver. She had to keep her knees bent to maintain her balance, but adjusting her body to the equinoid’s gait was second nature at this point. Slowly, so as to create suspense, she curved her spine and bent backward until her hands touched Mumble-Peg’s shaggy rump and her body arched in a bridge. From this vantage, she had a perfect view of his tail whipping around behind him.

When the crotchety equinoid dared to slow down, she slapped his flank to keep him at a gallop. Although this elicited a snort from the animal, he knew her well enough not to argue. Blood rushed to her head and exhilaration pounded through her veins as Benni shoved off with her feet and did a full handstand on Mumble-Peg’s wildly bucking backside. That alone qualified as a spectacular display, but she liked to push herself. Assured that her hands weren’t sliding, she shifted her weight a little to the side. Lifting her left hand into the air, she waved at the empty arena chairs for a full ten seconds before she had to flip back into a sitting position or risk losing her balance.

During her practice sessions, she liked to imagine the roar of applause, even though the place was usually vacant except for the clean-up crew and a few other performers. Today, though, the clapping she heard was real, and it didn’t come from her peers. Although Mumble-Peg’s ears pricked up at the sound, he didn’t bother turning his head. He was used to the attention and expected it as his due. Benni, on the other hand, swung around immediately and was surprised to see a group of businessmen and women standing just inside the opening of the arena. They were dressed in suits and shiny shoes—not at all the right attire for equinoid training. In fact, being in the same vicinity as the beast warranted a sturdy pair of boots at the very least.

Using her legs to steer, Benni brought Mumble-Peg around to face the newcomers. The moment she drew up close to the static barrier and got a better look at them, her eyes widened in shock.

“Varion?”

His skin was lightly tanned, his white blond hair was trimmed rigidly short, and he had the palest gray eyes she’d ever seen, but she knew his body. She knew how it moved and how it looked, even if it was hidden beneath a business suit. Funny, she’d never pictured him as corporate material.

“Impressive riding,” an older man remarked. “Have you ever fallen off?”

Although it was an effort to tear her attention away from her lover, Benni smiled and tried to be polite.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. Anyone who rides for any length of time gets thrown eventually. The trick is to get right back up again.” She laughed. “Of course, considering what you can land in on the way down, there’s no lack of motivation.”

The man and his friends chuckled.

“Don’t be fooled,” another voice called. “Benni has been with us for years, and I’ve never once seen her take a tumble. You’d think she was welded to that animal.”

Beaming at the compliment, Benni saluted the park’s owner. Unlike her visitors, Palli Farr was dressed in jeans, boots, and a long-sleeve synth shirt. She was very hands-on with everything that went on at her park, and she knew all her employees personally.

Farr greeted her guests. “Gentlemen. Ladies. If you’ll come this way, we can head into my office to talk. I’m in the main building right up this way.”

The older man who’d talked to her led the way around the outside of the arena.

Wheeling Mumble-Peg around, Benni brought him parallel to the invisible buffer that kept him from getting too close to the crowds—and vice versa. She and the equinoid kept pace with Varion at the back.

“So what are you doing here?” she asked him happily. “Was this just a coincidence, or did you know I was here?”

“Excuse me?” Gray eyes peered at her quizzically.

“You’re here on business,” she observed, “and you looked just as surprised as I was when I first saw you. I guess this was just chance. What are you working on?”

“I’m sorry.” His suppressive tone made him sound anything but. “That’s between Mr. Gor and Ms. Farr, Ms. … Benni, was it?”

She had to give him credit: she’d never seen him keep such a straight face before. Well, with the exception of last night when he’d tempted her into the bathroom, but his expression then had been full of lust. They’d played this little game before.

“Right. How naughty of me to pry, Mr. … Varion, is it?”

Something unreadable flashed behind his eyes before he frowned at her. “I’m sorry, but you seem to have mistaken me for someone else.”

“Oh, come on!” She threw her hands in the air, causing Mumble-Peg to sidestep a couple paces before trudging forward again. “Give it up. I know it’s you, Varion. You can never fool me.”