CutiePie1997
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Okay, so, major fuckup: I accidentally deleted the first post and replaced with one from farther down. But I have replaced it again, with some edits, and this new old version is what you are now reading. So, all good.
13 July 2027:
The alien spacecraft seemed to have simply appeared in Earth orbit without any warning. Billions of dollars spent by countries, organizations, companies, and individuals alike to detect manmade and/or natural objects in space, and what the people of Earth would learn was called Station One by its occupants was just suddenly there, 111 miles east by southeast of Manhattan and, coincidentally, 111 miles above the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.
What came next took a bit longer but not much. Within seconds, alarms were going off across the globe in military, scientific, and research facilities. Within minutes, nearly every leader of the world was being informed or being tracked down by their Aides for such a report. Within hours, military forces were on high alert in many if not all nations. No one on Earth knew what they were dealing with, but they were dealing with it in their own way.
POTUS didn't have much of a choice of how to initially deal with the ship's arrival. President Gabriella Hancock had been on a diplomatic visit to London and had been sound asleep in a small Crown-owned castle in the English countryside when her Chief of Staff and the Secret Service rushed in to get her ready for transport.
"Stop!" she finally demanded after they'd hurried her into some traveling clothes and woman-handled her for the castle's exit. She wriggled loose from the agents, looked to her Chief of Staff, and with uncharacteristic profanity demanded, "Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?"
The alien spacecraft's arrival was explained, as was the ongoing American reaction to it by the various agencies, forces, and entities of the US government, military, and scientific fields. Gabby just stood there, stunned and silent, listening to the report that was told tag team style by her CoS, then by the Pentagon and Intelligence Advisors who had traveled with her to England.
Repeatedly, in one way or another, Gabby told her anxious Secret Service Detail's Chief to hold his fucking horses regarding his concern to get her to the helicopter that was kept nearby on an American air base to serve as Air Force One for the periodic trips to the UK. The former was two hundred yards outside the castle walls and already warm and ready for lift off, while the latter was sitting 22 miles away on an otherwise closed commercial runway, also prepared to leave the ground.
Gabby finally turned for the helicopter and told her CoS, "I need to be on the air to speak to the American people, right now."
Twelve minutes later with Air Force One passing over Ireland and heading for the States, President Hancock's announcement was being broadcasted live from her office aboard the plane. She told the audience of billions -- Americans and more would be listening and watching -- that an incredible event was taking place, that there was a great deal more to be learned, and that the government of the United States, of her allies, and of the world at large were on the job to keep their people safe.
She stressed three times during the less than five minute long announcement that there was no need to panic. After the broadcast ended, Gabby looked to her Chief of Staff and her Pentagon liaison and asked with total seriousness, "Is there a reason to panic?"
Almost before the President had finished her address then a Communications Aide rushed in to report that first contact had been made. A simple graphic appeared with text in English, surrounded by smaller versions of the text in several Western European languages. At the same time, a computer generated voice was also speaking the words Gabby and the others were reading. The voice message repeated in French, then in German, then in other Western European and North American languages, including the most common Inuit tongue:
Gabby laughed, asking, "Isn't that what the aliens said in every alien invasion movie to come out of Hollywood since the 1940s?"
Her Chief of Staff countered, "I seem to remember that the aliens more often than not did come in peace … and that we humans almost always took the first shot."
Another Aide entered and explained that the graphic was being broadcasted across the globe. "Ma'am, the audio of the messages being seem in other regions … it's being broadcasted in dozens, possibly hundreds of languages. We're still trying to determine it, but obviously, this message is meant for all the people of Earth."
Suddenly, the text disappeared, and a moment later an image of one of the aliens appeared on the screen.
"What the hell...?" Gabby murmured to herself. "That's an alien?"
"Greetings, People of Planet Earth, my name is Lauren," the seemingly human female said with a pleasant smile and tone. She continued, "And I am Commander of Station One, the craft now in orbit of your planet."
As if the weather girl on the local news station, Lauren looked to her left and softly gestured toward a graphic of the spacecraft. It was being displayed for the benefit of the billions of people who wouldn't see an image of Station One on their televisions or computers or phones for days to come, if ever.
"Many of you were likely expecting me to be some strange looking alien," she continued, still smiling pleasantly. As you can clearly see, I am not an alien being but am, in fact, a Human Being … just like you."
Lauren launched into an explanation of how she was not from another place but from another time, more than 1,200 years in the future. She explained that scientists from her time had learned to penetrate and manipulate the continuum of time -- "Time travel", she clarified for any of those who weren't already thinking it.
"We are here, we have returned to this time," she went on, "to help guide the People of Planet Earth into a more sustainable future."
She explained how the slow destruction of Planet Earth that had begun in the late 19th century's industrial age and intensified throughout the 20th century only progressed exponentially throughout the 21st century.
"By the end of the 22nd century, Earth was all but used up," she explained, "For the first time in Human history, the population of Earth was decreasing. Millions were dying every day … then tens of millions … then hundreds. Wars … pollution … resource depletion … disease and famine. It was all taking a toll, and the Human Race was on the verge of extinction.
Lauren's smile had long since faded to a solemn expression. "By the end of the 24th century, there were fewer than ten million people still alive on Planet Earth, and nearly all of those lived in sealed cities, both above and below the planet's and ocean's surfaces."
Her smile returned, though, as she went on to explain that the knowledge of the centuries had survived, and with it a new era of peace and prosperity had begun.
"By the end of the 26th century, science had been reborn and had surpassed most of what you, the People of the 21st century, could ever have imagined."
She listed some of the discoveries and inventions and behind her on a graphic, images of some of these things were shown in operation.
Lauren's happy expression and tone disappeared once more as she explained, "But try as we might … using our new found and reborn technologies … we were unable to save our home … your home. The damage to Planet Earth had been done. It was irreversible. It would take millennia to make the surface of Earth habitable, and even then it would never support more than a few million people, if that. Only preventing the damage before it had been done could return Planet Earth to its glory."
And again, the smile was back. Lauren returned to her conversation about the discovery of time travel and of how a decision had been made to send people back in time -- to this time -- in an effort to prevent the damage that had been done.
"Which brings us to our visit from our time to you in yours," she continued, again smiling. "In the days, months, and years to come, I will meet with world leaders, scientists, visionaries, entrepreneurs, and everyday common folk … sorry, I have always liked that word … folk. I and my Advisors will meet with these people, and we will work together to put Planet Earth on a more sustainable path that will prevent the disaster that otherwise would see the near extinction of the human race, as well as more than 99% of the animal and plant species that share this planet with us."
Her expression became a little more serious as she continued, "Now, some of you will see our actions and the actions of those serving me, as interfering with your lives and the way in which you conduct them. Please, do not fear this. It is not our intention to interfere but instead it is to assist. We are not here to tell you how to run your lives, but instead to show you a better way to run them yourselves."
She donned a wide, pleasant smile again, adding, "Our wish for you is the same wish you have for yourself, for your children, your communities … your species. To survive … and to thrive."
Lauren promised to begin contacting world leaders over the hours to come, then made her farewell, finishing with, "May you, your children, and your world live well today, tomorrow, and forever."
Her image faded away, and the previous graphic reappeared with the message that the broadcast would repeat. Five minutes later, it would, and it would continue to repeat on a multitude of frequencies until Lauren felt her message had been received by one and all.
Station One
Commander's Quarters
Minutes later:
Lauren poured a drink and looked down upon Earth through a viewing window with a diameter close to her own height. Behind her was a large monitor on which she could see images from cameras all across or high above Planet Earth. But she preferred to look upon the planet with her own eyes. It just seemed more … real.
Responding to familiar footsteps approaching from behind, Lauren asked, "How are they responding, Captain?"
"As expected," her Aide answered. He rushed through a list of military, governmental, scientific, and social responses they were monitoring. He shrugged, not that she could see it, of course, before finishing, "No surprises."
"And no threats." It was more of a verification of what she expected than a question about things she hadn't.
"No, Commander," he confirmed. "There are heat plumes rising from ICBM silos and launchers across the globe, mostly in the Northern Hemisphere but not entirely. But these are not a threat to Station One or to our stealth ships. We are tracking twelve orbiting weapons platforms, all of which have also been activated. But again, they present no threat to us at the moment, and when they do, we will eliminate them."
"Disable!" Lauren corrected. She looked to her Aide with an expectant expression. "We will not fire the first shot."
He began to counter with a questioning tone, "But … if these platforms power up to fire--"
"If we destroy them before they fire on us," Lauren pointed out, "then we have taken the first shot. Correct?"
The Aide confirmed that his Commander was correct, stressed that the platforms would be disabled instead, listened to the rest of what Lauren had to say, and departed.
Lauren went back to studying the planet below. There was a lot of work to be done. But she knew that if all went well, soon enough she would have control of everything and everyone below her.
Station One
Training Center:
Kimberly looked at what her Supervisor had just handed her and asked, "What is this?"
"What do you think it is?" he asked with a tone of disbelief. "It's your permit."
Her eyes swelled and her mouth widened. Despite the fact that he was her supervisor and superior, she leaped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she exploded in delightful laughter. Pulling back, she kissed his cheek, then disengaged entirely.
"I'm going down?" she asked with obvious excitement. "I'm going down! To the planet! I passed?"
"You passed," the Training Supervisor confirmed as he gestured to others to come get their passport-like documents. "You've been assigned to Medical Unit 14A. You go down as soon as the Commander gives clearance."
"When? When do we go down?" she questioned, almost bouncing off the deck with the excitement exploding within her. "When can we go down?"
The Supervisor explained that it would be days, maybe months. There was diplomacy to be done, agreements to be made, security to be established. He told Kim she had to finish her battery of medical preps, which had already meant hundreds of immunizations against the multitude of diseases and microscopic dangers that faced those living on the craft.
She finished her conversation with the man, once again inappropriately embraced her boss, and then hurried off to tell her friends.
The Previous Evening
Cooper Springs, New Mexico:
Logan Lee turned at the sound of one of the tavern's patron whistling at her. She smiled and giggled, asking with delight, "Are right, which one of you did that, 'cause, if I thought for a moment that that had been for me, I might have to come over there and thank you for it?"
Before she'd even finished, all six of the men had raised their hands eagerly. She laughed and sashayed her way over to the pool table to talk and laugh and flirt with them. There were some other women there as well; some went along with the fun while others gave the newcomer unfriendly, jealous glances.
Logan scoped out one of the men as a target and asked to join the game. She made a show of not understanding how to hold the cue, and invited him to instruct her. He had no problem whatsoever leaning over Logan's back side as she herself leaned over the felt.
"It's loud in here, and kinda crowded, doncha think?" she asked after just ten minutes of so as she snuggled up close to him. "Ya wanna get out of here?"
He did, and together they did. As he walked her to his car, Logan asked casually, "So, what do you do? Do you work at the base?"
"Yeah, you know about the base?" he asked as he opened the door. He laughed. "Stupid question. Everyone knows about New Mexico's worst kept secret, don't they?"
She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him in close, and engaged him in a long, erotic kiss as she grasped an ass cheek and pulled the taller man's groin against her flat belly. She purred a comment about his hard erection, then asked, "You know what makes me hotter than hell for big cock?"
His eyes widened at her cruder than expected but not at all unwelcomed question. He asked with a hopeful tone, "Please, oh please tell me."
"Those big ball things on the base," she said, speaking about the radomes on the intelligence gathering base located just a few miles outside Cooper Springs. She reached down and grasped his erection through his slacks, squeezing and kneading it as she continued, "I like to sit in a man's lap while I look over his shoulder at those big, white balls … while he empties his own balls deep inside me."
Fifteen minutes later, after a drive down the narrow highway and an even narrower dirt road, followed by a nearly mile long hike along what had once been a Native American trail between a village and a burial ground, the pair of them were fucking hard and fast atop a blanket spread atop a huge, flat rock.
Once she'd driven him to orgasm and faked her own climax, she pulled out what looked like nothing more than the latest commercially available smart phone.
"What're you doing?" he asked, surprised that she'd gone from sex back to her phone so quickly. "Gonna Tweet Best fuck ever under the moon in the desert?"
"Yeah, something like that," Logan laughed. She leaned in to kiss him and casually pressed one end of the phone to his naked torso. He was unconscious in seconds from the sedative painlessly disbursed into his body. "Night night, lover."
She spent the next hour or so configuring another electronic device she pulled from her purse. It was about the size of a 1980's era Sony Diskman and had the very boring name of Communications Device Alpha. Properly aligned, it would be able to glean information from the very secretive intelligence gathering base without being detected itself.
Logan hid the CDA under a rock ledge with a clear line of sight to the Station's main communications building, then got back onto her cell phone to let her Supervisor already here on Earth know that the CDA was placed.
With her mission done, Logan unscrewed the bottom of what looked like a lip balm tube and poured it into the man's mouth. He coughed and spit, the awoke with a start. He sat up, first confused, then happy to see the still naked beauty sitting next to him.
Logan climbed into his lap, manipulated him to stiffness again, then asked, "Round two?"
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"Humans 2.0"
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"Humans 2.0"
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13 July 2027:
The alien spacecraft seemed to have simply appeared in Earth orbit without any warning. Billions of dollars spent by countries, organizations, companies, and individuals alike to detect manmade and/or natural objects in space, and what the people of Earth would learn was called Station One by its occupants was just suddenly there, 111 miles east by southeast of Manhattan and, coincidentally, 111 miles above the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.
What came next took a bit longer but not much. Within seconds, alarms were going off across the globe in military, scientific, and research facilities. Within minutes, nearly every leader of the world was being informed or being tracked down by their Aides for such a report. Within hours, military forces were on high alert in many if not all nations. No one on Earth knew what they were dealing with, but they were dealing with it in their own way.
POTUS didn't have much of a choice of how to initially deal with the ship's arrival. President Gabriella Hancock had been on a diplomatic visit to London and had been sound asleep in a small Crown-owned castle in the English countryside when her Chief of Staff and the Secret Service rushed in to get her ready for transport.
"Stop!" she finally demanded after they'd hurried her into some traveling clothes and woman-handled her for the castle's exit. She wriggled loose from the agents, looked to her Chief of Staff, and with uncharacteristic profanity demanded, "Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?"
The alien spacecraft's arrival was explained, as was the ongoing American reaction to it by the various agencies, forces, and entities of the US government, military, and scientific fields. Gabby just stood there, stunned and silent, listening to the report that was told tag team style by her CoS, then by the Pentagon and Intelligence Advisors who had traveled with her to England.
Repeatedly, in one way or another, Gabby told her anxious Secret Service Detail's Chief to hold his fucking horses regarding his concern to get her to the helicopter that was kept nearby on an American air base to serve as Air Force One for the periodic trips to the UK. The former was two hundred yards outside the castle walls and already warm and ready for lift off, while the latter was sitting 22 miles away on an otherwise closed commercial runway, also prepared to leave the ground.
Gabby finally turned for the helicopter and told her CoS, "I need to be on the air to speak to the American people, right now."
Twelve minutes later with Air Force One passing over Ireland and heading for the States, President Hancock's announcement was being broadcasted live from her office aboard the plane. She told the audience of billions -- Americans and more would be listening and watching -- that an incredible event was taking place, that there was a great deal more to be learned, and that the government of the United States, of her allies, and of the world at large were on the job to keep their people safe.
She stressed three times during the less than five minute long announcement that there was no need to panic. After the broadcast ended, Gabby looked to her Chief of Staff and her Pentagon liaison and asked with total seriousness, "Is there a reason to panic?"
Almost before the President had finished her address then a Communications Aide rushed in to report that first contact had been made. A simple graphic appeared with text in English, surrounded by smaller versions of the text in several Western European languages. At the same time, a computer generated voice was also speaking the words Gabby and the others were reading. The voice message repeated in French, then in German, then in other Western European and North American languages, including the most common Inuit tongue:
Please stand by
for an important message
of friendship and cooperation.
There is no reason for fear.
We come in peace.
for an important message
of friendship and cooperation.
There is no reason for fear.
We come in peace.
Gabby laughed, asking, "Isn't that what the aliens said in every alien invasion movie to come out of Hollywood since the 1940s?"
Her Chief of Staff countered, "I seem to remember that the aliens more often than not did come in peace … and that we humans almost always took the first shot."
Another Aide entered and explained that the graphic was being broadcasted across the globe. "Ma'am, the audio of the messages being seem in other regions … it's being broadcasted in dozens, possibly hundreds of languages. We're still trying to determine it, but obviously, this message is meant for all the people of Earth."
Suddenly, the text disappeared, and a moment later an image of one of the aliens appeared on the screen.
"What the hell...?" Gabby murmured to herself. "That's an alien?"
"Greetings, People of Planet Earth, my name is Lauren," the seemingly human female said with a pleasant smile and tone. She continued, "And I am Commander of Station One, the craft now in orbit of your planet."
As if the weather girl on the local news station, Lauren looked to her left and softly gestured toward a graphic of the spacecraft. It was being displayed for the benefit of the billions of people who wouldn't see an image of Station One on their televisions or computers or phones for days to come, if ever.
"Many of you were likely expecting me to be some strange looking alien," she continued, still smiling pleasantly. As you can clearly see, I am not an alien being but am, in fact, a Human Being … just like you."
Lauren launched into an explanation of how she was not from another place but from another time, more than 1,200 years in the future. She explained that scientists from her time had learned to penetrate and manipulate the continuum of time -- "Time travel", she clarified for any of those who weren't already thinking it.
"We are here, we have returned to this time," she went on, "to help guide the People of Planet Earth into a more sustainable future."
She explained how the slow destruction of Planet Earth that had begun in the late 19th century's industrial age and intensified throughout the 20th century only progressed exponentially throughout the 21st century.
"By the end of the 22nd century, Earth was all but used up," she explained, "For the first time in Human history, the population of Earth was decreasing. Millions were dying every day … then tens of millions … then hundreds. Wars … pollution … resource depletion … disease and famine. It was all taking a toll, and the Human Race was on the verge of extinction.
Lauren's smile had long since faded to a solemn expression. "By the end of the 24th century, there were fewer than ten million people still alive on Planet Earth, and nearly all of those lived in sealed cities, both above and below the planet's and ocean's surfaces."
Her smile returned, though, as she went on to explain that the knowledge of the centuries had survived, and with it a new era of peace and prosperity had begun.
"By the end of the 26th century, science had been reborn and had surpassed most of what you, the People of the 21st century, could ever have imagined."
She listed some of the discoveries and inventions and behind her on a graphic, images of some of these things were shown in operation.
Lauren's happy expression and tone disappeared once more as she explained, "But try as we might … using our new found and reborn technologies … we were unable to save our home … your home. The damage to Planet Earth had been done. It was irreversible. It would take millennia to make the surface of Earth habitable, and even then it would never support more than a few million people, if that. Only preventing the damage before it had been done could return Planet Earth to its glory."
And again, the smile was back. Lauren returned to her conversation about the discovery of time travel and of how a decision had been made to send people back in time -- to this time -- in an effort to prevent the damage that had been done.
"Which brings us to our visit from our time to you in yours," she continued, again smiling. "In the days, months, and years to come, I will meet with world leaders, scientists, visionaries, entrepreneurs, and everyday common folk … sorry, I have always liked that word … folk. I and my Advisors will meet with these people, and we will work together to put Planet Earth on a more sustainable path that will prevent the disaster that otherwise would see the near extinction of the human race, as well as more than 99% of the animal and plant species that share this planet with us."
Her expression became a little more serious as she continued, "Now, some of you will see our actions and the actions of those serving me, as interfering with your lives and the way in which you conduct them. Please, do not fear this. It is not our intention to interfere but instead it is to assist. We are not here to tell you how to run your lives, but instead to show you a better way to run them yourselves."
She donned a wide, pleasant smile again, adding, "Our wish for you is the same wish you have for yourself, for your children, your communities … your species. To survive … and to thrive."
Lauren promised to begin contacting world leaders over the hours to come, then made her farewell, finishing with, "May you, your children, and your world live well today, tomorrow, and forever."
Her image faded away, and the previous graphic reappeared with the message that the broadcast would repeat. Five minutes later, it would, and it would continue to repeat on a multitude of frequencies until Lauren felt her message had been received by one and all.
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Station One
Commander's Quarters
Minutes later:
Lauren poured a drink and looked down upon Earth through a viewing window with a diameter close to her own height. Behind her was a large monitor on which she could see images from cameras all across or high above Planet Earth. But she preferred to look upon the planet with her own eyes. It just seemed more … real.
Responding to familiar footsteps approaching from behind, Lauren asked, "How are they responding, Captain?"
"As expected," her Aide answered. He rushed through a list of military, governmental, scientific, and social responses they were monitoring. He shrugged, not that she could see it, of course, before finishing, "No surprises."
"And no threats." It was more of a verification of what she expected than a question about things she hadn't.
"No, Commander," he confirmed. "There are heat plumes rising from ICBM silos and launchers across the globe, mostly in the Northern Hemisphere but not entirely. But these are not a threat to Station One or to our stealth ships. We are tracking twelve orbiting weapons platforms, all of which have also been activated. But again, they present no threat to us at the moment, and when they do, we will eliminate them."
"Disable!" Lauren corrected. She looked to her Aide with an expectant expression. "We will not fire the first shot."
He began to counter with a questioning tone, "But … if these platforms power up to fire--"
"If we destroy them before they fire on us," Lauren pointed out, "then we have taken the first shot. Correct?"
The Aide confirmed that his Commander was correct, stressed that the platforms would be disabled instead, listened to the rest of what Lauren had to say, and departed.
Lauren went back to studying the planet below. There was a lot of work to be done. But she knew that if all went well, soon enough she would have control of everything and everyone below her.
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Station One
Training Center:
Kimberly looked at what her Supervisor had just handed her and asked, "What is this?"
"What do you think it is?" he asked with a tone of disbelief. "It's your permit."
Her eyes swelled and her mouth widened. Despite the fact that he was her supervisor and superior, she leaped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she exploded in delightful laughter. Pulling back, she kissed his cheek, then disengaged entirely.
"I'm going down?" she asked with obvious excitement. "I'm going down! To the planet! I passed?"
"You passed," the Training Supervisor confirmed as he gestured to others to come get their passport-like documents. "You've been assigned to Medical Unit 14A. You go down as soon as the Commander gives clearance."
"When? When do we go down?" she questioned, almost bouncing off the deck with the excitement exploding within her. "When can we go down?"
The Supervisor explained that it would be days, maybe months. There was diplomacy to be done, agreements to be made, security to be established. He told Kim she had to finish her battery of medical preps, which had already meant hundreds of immunizations against the multitude of diseases and microscopic dangers that faced those living on the craft.
She finished her conversation with the man, once again inappropriately embraced her boss, and then hurried off to tell her friends.
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The Previous Evening
Cooper Springs, New Mexico:
Logan Lee turned at the sound of one of the tavern's patron whistling at her. She smiled and giggled, asking with delight, "Are right, which one of you did that, 'cause, if I thought for a moment that that had been for me, I might have to come over there and thank you for it?"
Before she'd even finished, all six of the men had raised their hands eagerly. She laughed and sashayed her way over to the pool table to talk and laugh and flirt with them. There were some other women there as well; some went along with the fun while others gave the newcomer unfriendly, jealous glances.
Logan scoped out one of the men as a target and asked to join the game. She made a show of not understanding how to hold the cue, and invited him to instruct her. He had no problem whatsoever leaning over Logan's back side as she herself leaned over the felt.
"It's loud in here, and kinda crowded, doncha think?" she asked after just ten minutes of so as she snuggled up close to him. "Ya wanna get out of here?"
He did, and together they did. As he walked her to his car, Logan asked casually, "So, what do you do? Do you work at the base?"
"Yeah, you know about the base?" he asked as he opened the door. He laughed. "Stupid question. Everyone knows about New Mexico's worst kept secret, don't they?"
She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him in close, and engaged him in a long, erotic kiss as she grasped an ass cheek and pulled the taller man's groin against her flat belly. She purred a comment about his hard erection, then asked, "You know what makes me hotter than hell for big cock?"
His eyes widened at her cruder than expected but not at all unwelcomed question. He asked with a hopeful tone, "Please, oh please tell me."
"Those big ball things on the base," she said, speaking about the radomes on the intelligence gathering base located just a few miles outside Cooper Springs. She reached down and grasped his erection through his slacks, squeezing and kneading it as she continued, "I like to sit in a man's lap while I look over his shoulder at those big, white balls … while he empties his own balls deep inside me."
Fifteen minutes later, after a drive down the narrow highway and an even narrower dirt road, followed by a nearly mile long hike along what had once been a Native American trail between a village and a burial ground, the pair of them were fucking hard and fast atop a blanket spread atop a huge, flat rock.
Once she'd driven him to orgasm and faked her own climax, she pulled out what looked like nothing more than the latest commercially available smart phone.
"What're you doing?" he asked, surprised that she'd gone from sex back to her phone so quickly. "Gonna Tweet Best fuck ever under the moon in the desert?"
"Yeah, something like that," Logan laughed. She leaned in to kiss him and casually pressed one end of the phone to his naked torso. He was unconscious in seconds from the sedative painlessly disbursed into his body. "Night night, lover."
She spent the next hour or so configuring another electronic device she pulled from her purse. It was about the size of a 1980's era Sony Diskman and had the very boring name of Communications Device Alpha. Properly aligned, it would be able to glean information from the very secretive intelligence gathering base without being detected itself.
Logan hid the CDA under a rock ledge with a clear line of sight to the Station's main communications building, then got back onto her cell phone to let her Supervisor already here on Earth know that the CDA was placed.
With her mission done, Logan unscrewed the bottom of what looked like a lip balm tube and poured it into the man's mouth. He coughed and spit, the awoke with a start. He sat up, first confused, then happy to see the still naked beauty sitting next to him.
Logan climbed into his lap, manipulated him to stiffness again, then asked, "Round two?"
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