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Negotiations - 1
by Abbey Normal (abbey1normal@hotmail.com)
***
This is a work in progress which was originally going
to be a comic but turned into a story. It's my attempt
at a believable tentacle story. It's a little heavy on
talk and story, but there will be lots of sex, I
promise. (MMF, F/alien, reluc, mc, sci-fi)
***
Chapter one
It was seventeen forty-five hours. The end of Kelly
James’ shift was still fifteen minutes away, but that
didn’t matter, since she was off for the next two days.
She packed up her tools, closed the last circuitry tube
and went to clock out. Yes! Two whole days without any
maintenance calls, running from one end of the station
to the other, whining officers’ demands, hearing her
name blaring over the comm.
She passed Pao on the way out. Pao wanted to know why
she looked so chipper at the end of a ten-hour day.
"I got a two day break coming up," Kelly replied. "Free
at last, thank God Almighty, I’m free at last!"
"You, maybe," Pao said wistfully indicating the display
at his desk, "For me it’s a never-ending waterfall of
stats and reports. You technicians have it easy."
"Of course. That’s why I didn’t go in for Officer. I
like having weekends."
It wasn’t as if she actually had anything to do,
though. There were always parties to go to, but Kelly
wasn’t a party person and was rather solitary in
general. Besides, she spent all day with those idiots,
why should she want to spend her off time with them
too?
It was ridiculous, she thought as she headed to the pod
train stop, that they still followed the twenty-four
hour day, seven-day week, out here in space. The time
it took for the space station Rogerian to make one
cycle around Yed Prior 3 was much longer than one earth
day and the station’s own rotations were too frequent
to be significant. But Kelly was glad of the familiar
cycle. Human beings had the old earth schedule built
into them and they were healthiest and most alert when
they followed it. And anyways, out here, any piece of
familiarity was appreciated.
Most of the humans onboard the station had been born
and raised on earth, the rest on other stations. No
human being had yet been born on any of the surface
colonies. Conditions were so severe that only the
toughest, most well trained personnel could get by.
Luckily, there was little to complain about on the
Rogerian.
It was definitely state of the art, with flawless
temperature and pressure control, recycling systems
that made waste a thing of the past, and the
centrifugal motion of the main wheel had been perfected
to approximate earth gravity to within a tiny fraction
of one G. For those who could cope with the limited
space, life was comfortable and fairly easy.
Kelly had never had a problem with being shut in. She’d
already spent much of her childhood aboard cruisers and
was at ease with the idea of being in space for an
extended amount of time. Working on the station also
gave her the opportunity to see things up close that
few on earth would ever see.
Being at something of a crossroads as it was, Rogerian
was host to a number of alien species; traveling to and
from earth, making treaties, apologizing for breaking
treaties, making use of Rogerian’s huge libraries and
laboratory facilities. When they came through it was a
spectacle, each one was different and interesting, as
ugly as some may be. The aliens made life interesting.
Sometimes too interesting.
Kelly always cut through the main arcade on her way to
the public transport. It was a good place to grab some
dinner on the way home, and everybody on board
eventually ended up there at least once a day, since it
was really the only place to socialize on the whole
station. Kelly was not planning on stopping today; her
feet hurt and she was late for the train. But the big
crowd gathered got her attention, and when she saw the
procession coming she had to stop and watch.
It was at the end of that long workweek that a new
ambassador came onboard with its entourage. The
entourage itself was fairly familiar; four guards and
two technicians of the Louak race, tall, spiky and
impassive, wearing their traditional robes. But the
main event was the gigantic glass globe that
accompanied them.
It was a good five meters tall, causing Kelly to wonder
how they would get it through any doors they came to.
It was filled with a cloudy, light blue liquid and
inside it, curled up and bobbing with the movement of
the tank, was the ambassador.
It was impossible to tell if it was male or female, or
either. It had numerous long appendages all wrapped
around itself, and out of the mass shone one huge,
round, blue eye. It was flat and iridescent like a fish
eye. It spun and seemed to scan the audience as the
tank floated by, the mean-looking guards keeping
anybody from pressing in to get a closer look.
Something about the creature seemed to mesmerize the
people, and Kelly could feel its subtle influence as
well. She watched the eye, and against all odds, it
picked her out of the crowd. As far away as she was,
she shouldn’t have been able to tell exactly who the
eye was looking at, but she knew, without a doubt that
the alien was looking right at her.
The second that big eye found her, Kelly felt a
reaction. She couldn’t identify it- it was like a
pinprick in her mind, she felt the world go fuzzy for
just a second, and then suddenly it was over, and the
great spherical tank was moving past her and out of the
arcade. The people in the crowd dispersed and went back
to what they’d been doing, leaving Kelly standing
alone, confused. She was positive something had
happened, but when she thought about it, her mind sort
of skipped over it, as though it were a blank in her
memory. She remembered the big tank coming towards her,
and then moving away from her, and nothing in between.
Well, it wasn’t important (it was, but she couldn’t
keep letting it bother her.). Kelly finished the trip
to the train and caught the fifteen-minute one back to
her section. Several blocks away from her apartment,
she heard a man’s voice call out, "James, hey James!"
She turned to find Josef Vicho trotting towards her
from down the hall. A guy on another one of the tech
maintenance crews. Surprising, they weren’t and she’d
never really talked to him before, not one on one
anyway.
"Hey. Glad I caught you. You know the big burnout in
the axle section, the one where Martins got hurt?" He
was puffing from his run, and his face was flushed.
Kelly found herself staring at him, and not really
hearing what he was saying. Her stomach was jumping and
her skin was tingling for some reason. And she felt a
distinct heat growing between her legs. No good reason
for this. She’d never found Vicho attractive at all.
Other women seemed to like him, but Kelly had never
thought his big square face and bulky frame were at all
interesting. When she did think of him it was to be
annoyed at his pushy nature and the way he talked over
people. But at the moment the movement of his mouth
while he spoke and the outline of his shoulders under
his jumpsuit captivated her, and when he said, "So?" it
surprised her. She had no idea what he was asking.
"Huh?" was the best she could come up with.
"The plates, when are we getting the replacement
plates?" Vicho demanded.
Kelly hid her embarrassment under irritation. "Look, I
don’t know when our shipments come in, that’s the cargo
people’s job, and I’m off for the next two days so I
don’t care either way." And she stomped off, thinking
perhaps she’d overdone it. Vicho called after her,
"Hey, you going to Charlie’s party tonight? Unlimited
drinks with the cover charge!" What an idiot.
"No, I have stuff to do."
"Like what? I never see you out; you just hang out by
yourself all the time. Don’t you ever get-"
"I’m sorry, I just can’t make it."
After she got away from Vicho, she tried to get home as
quickly as she could. She was still hot. She was
shaking. It was completely irrational. When she got
inside, she ran a hot bath, got out of her clothes, and
fished her vibrator out of her dresser. She got into
the hot water, slid down so her legs were hooked over
the sides, and slowly teased her clit with the
vibrator. She usually liked to work her way up,
fantasizing about some scenario or another, while she
got herself ready, but tonight she found she didn’t
even need to fantasize to get off.
Her body was going crazy, and so she just pushed the
vibe into herself, working it in and out, and gasping.
She grabbed her breast with one hand, pinching the
nipple, and pumped the vibe into her pussy, thrusting
her hips. Her orgasm came on quickly, causing her to
displace most of the water in the tub onto the floor.
She spent the next two hours in the tub masturbating
without really winding down. She eventually decided to
get out because the water was cold and her wrists were
aching. As soon as she’d dried off, she started to get
horny again. It was unbelievable. She couldn’t just
keep masturbating; she had to find somebody, or she was
going to go crazy.
Kelly wasn’t a libidinous person by nature. She hardly
dated, didn’t care for people much, and rarely had sex
dreams. She liked to think that her brain was taken up
by more important things, but she really didn’t do much
besides work and watch TV. The truth was most likely
she had a naturally low sex drive, and nothing more.
That was why it was inconceivable that she should
suddenly have the urge to go to a party, looking for
somebody to fuck. But that was what she was doing right
now.
She had gotten dressed in the only remotely sexy thing
she owned, a form-fitting jumpsuit she used for working
out but looked decent enough to wear in public. She’d
examined herself in the mirror and noted she didn’t
look too bad- nice tits and ass, at least. She then
headed out to the party Vicho had mentioned. She had to
look it up on the network to find out where it was,
since she’d never actually been to one before.
It was in one of the big dome rooms in the "east"
section of the wheel, popular for social events because
they had picture windows looking out onto Yed Prior 3’s
surface and also a number of private chambers branching
off from the main room, nicely furnished with couches
and monitors, in case partygoers wanted to get away
from the crowd.
Kelly arrived just as the free drinks were beginning to
kick in. The music was loud and the crowd was dancing
without reservation, some grinding against each other
and some just lazily swaying in place without worrying
about rhythm. She paid the cover and grabbed herself a
few shots of tequila. She was horny as hell, but that
didn’t mean she wasn’t scared.
She didn’t just go out and pick up guys on a normal
day. She had no idea how she would initiate something
like that. Did you just go up to a guy and say, "let’s
fuck," or did you ease into it, strike up a
conversation and then suggest you move it someplace
quieter?
After the liquor had gone down, she started to feel
more at ease, and even noticed a few guys watching her.
In the back of her mind Kelly knew she’d never draw
attention to herself if she were in her right mind, but
she felt loose, and wanted to show off. She began
dancing slowly; following the music, swaying her hips
and moving her hands up and down her thighs.
She did a twirl, and bounced, pulled the zipper on her
jumpsuit down till it was at her midriff, showing off
as much tit as she could without popping out. People
moved around her and she danced without noticing much
other than the music and the feeling of being sexy. She
kept dancing till she found herself up against Josef
Vicho.
He was wearing one of those mock-spacesuits complete
with goggles that were popular right now, trying way
too hard to be cool. Kelly hated his bleached-blonde
hair. She moved against him, putting her arms over her
head and letting him grab her ass, working his hips
against her.
They danced for a while till Kelly couldn’t stand it
anymore. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was
dripping, she had to get away from the crowd soon. "You
wanna go watch a movie?" she asked over the music.
"Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here." Vicho pulled
her by the wrist towards one of the private rooms. As
soon as they had the door closed, Vicho had his mouth
planted over hers and was kneading her ass, rubbing his
erection against her stomach. Knowing she was diving
in, Kelly almost backed out and ran, but as she felt
his hands working her buttocks and his tongue invade
her mouth, she started to get weak. Vicho tugged her
around, sitting down on the flat couch and pulling her
down into his lap. He licked down her throat and pulled
the zipper on her suit the rest of the way down, then
yanked the top half off her shoulders.
Kelly straddled Vicho half-naked while he sucked on one
breast and mauled the other with the hand that wasn’t
stuck down the back of her suit and groping her ass. He
reached down further and his fingers went between her
cheeks and stroked her hole. Just as Kelly started to
feel faint, Vicho suddenly flipped them over so she was
lying under him, and pulled her suit out from under
her, tossing it away, then he undid his own suit. He
leered down at her naked body while he shrugged out of
his suit and gave his hard cock a few strokes. Kelly
noted with her bleary eyes that it was pretty good
sized.
Vicho fell onto her, wrapping his arms under her legs
and lifting her hips off the bed. He roughly licked her
pussy, causing her buck her hips and arch her back.
Vicho put his mouth on her clit and sucked hard, and
Kelly writhed, spreading her legs wider and crying out.
Vicho dropped her hips and then pushed his cock into
her, pumping in and out. It wasn’t difficult, since
she’d been masturbating for two hours previously, but
it was a little tighter.
He was bigger than her vibrator. And since she had her
hands free this time, she reached above her and grabbed
the edge of the bed, holding on while Vicho thrust into
her, jostling her hips and bouncing them on the couch.
He was grunting and panting in a most unattractive way,
so Kelly tuned him out and closed her eyes, letting it
build up on her and carry her over the top. She didn’t
realize she was shouting until it was over, and she
shuddered as the last bit of orgasm went through her,
and relaxed. Vicho pulled out, breathing heavily.
"Damn, that was good. You’re some screamer, huh?" Vicho
stood up and blithely started getting dressed while
Kelly lay in a daze on the couch. "Did I wear you out
or something? Eh, I gotta get back out there, I’ve got
a bet on the game." He reached down and gave her a
light slap on the ass and trotted off, leaving her
alone.
Kelly took a minute to recover, then got into her
clothes, smoothed her hair down, and escaped the party
as invisibly as she could. When she got back to her
quarters, she fell into bed without showering or
changing, though she was extremely sticky, and got a
better night’s sleep than she had in a long time.
***
Kelly awoke the next morning feeling like herself
again. No trace of any unwarranted arousal. Her
memories of the previous night were a little bit hazy,
but she remembered enough to be too embarrassed to
leave her quarters that day. She dreaded the next time
she would run into Vicho. He was going to think she
*liked* him. Now that the fog of sex was gone, he was
just as unattractive as before, and she hoped to avoid
him as long as she could.
Kelly still hadn’t an explanation for her sudden
explosion of lust the previous day. She thought about
the day’s events, anything that could have triggered
it, and about when it had started. It had started right
after she’d seen that alien company moving through the
arcade. Was it possible being close to the alien had
done something to her mind? What had caused it? Had
anybody else been affected?
She went to the computer and called up information on
the new arrivals to the station. She found an image of
the creature she’d seen in the tank, referred to as the
emissary of Mehklor, a world covered entirely by a
warm, shallow sea. There was some basic historical
information on the Mokurasa, apparently the race the
creature belonged to, but no information on any
invisible hypnotic sex powers they might possess. The
reports didn’t answer any questions, and there was no
other information available that she could find.
Kelly had to admit the whole idea was ridiculous. What
would a huge alien sea creature want to induce lust in
a human being for? Even if it were an accident it was
highly unlikely. And nobody else in the crowd at the
time ever seemed to notice anything was strange.
Perhaps her hormones had finally kicked in. That
thought wasn’t really a happy one. She didn’t want to
end up like she had last night permanently. She hated
losing control of herself like that. She hated the idea
of everybody knowing she’d screwed Josef Vicho.
But there wasn’t anything to do about it, really. There
were libido suppressors, but those tended to make one
tired and easily irritated. Drugs were out of the
question. She’d just have to get a hold of herself. She
couldn’t let herself go off like that again.
The next day she felt better, enough to go outside to
get something to eat, though she kept her eyes peeled
for any sign of Vicho. She ran some errands, visited
with some friends, and by the end of the day she’d
almost forgotten anything unusual had happened the
night before. It wasn’t until she saw a news program
about the Mehklorean ambassador on the network that her
suspicions about the creature came back.
The report mainly discussed the Mokurasa’s interest in
trading information with earth. They wanted to build
their own space-going vessels and colonize as humans
had done, but lacked the technology, and the hands to
build with. In exchange they would help earth’s medical
community in solving the mysteries of the human mind
that science had not yet found the answers to. The
Mehkloreans were powerful telepaths.
Earth’s scientists had no way of knowing how a creature
so different from humanoid life forms could be so
mentally compatible with them. But the creatures could
apparently communicate through a combination of words,
sensory images and information-dumps.
The first attempts at communication were failures
because of the widely disparate cultures each of the
explorers came from. But the ambassador who was
currently staying on the station was experienced in
translating and knew how to talk to humans. If talks
went well, the new alliance with the Mokurasa could
open the door to cures for any number of mental
illnesses and psychoses that had never had a hope of
being cured before.
Kelly glossed over most of the information that didn’t
pertain to the aliens’ telepathy. Sensory images. Could
she have picked up a stray image from the alien and
acted on it, thinking it was her own urge she was
following? It was a stretch, but it was all she had to
go on. She just had to wait and find out more as it
became available. And hope she didn’t suddenly go into
whore mode again.
Continued in chapter 2...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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