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This fictional account contains adult language and sexual themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2004 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing or using it. MORE THAN WATCHING 4. A New Beginning. "Lara, I see your partner-in-crime Cynthia came in again tonight with you?" From behind the bar the lovely brunette smiled at the establishment's owner. "Yeah, Cynthia is here with me again. But you don't really mind, do you, Ken?" "Mind? Hell, no. I don't mind. That is, as long as you don't give Cynthia free drinks," he teased. "Nah, it's never busy on Tuesday nights. Anything that makes us look busier is good. It's never bad to have a beautiful girl like Cynthia drinking at the bar!" He paused and grinned at the blond. "Cynthia, I just saw you new wheels outside. Very nice!" She blushed. "Thanks, Ken. Yeah, my brand new Mercedes is a real nice ride." Ken turned to walk away, then stopped. "Oh, Lara. One more thing. A couple of strange guys were in earlier this afternoon looking for you. I'd never seen `em before." "Oh? Were they cute?" "They weren't the type you girls usually take home," Ken laughed. "They wore suits. They sorta smelled like trouble. You aren't in some kind of mess, are you?" "I don't know why we should be," Lara shrugged. "They're probably just a couple horny bastards who heard that Cynthia and I are really easy." She said it with a twinkle in her eye. "Don't get me wrong, girls," Ken interposed. "Who you sleep with is your business. Actually, your growing reputation around town is good for business. I don't mind guys coming here because they heard they can pick up good looking chicks at my bar. So if it works for you, it sure as hell works for me! As long as they buy liquor," he added with a laugh. "And as long as no one thinks I'm running a brothel." "Lara and I only sleep around for fun," Cynthia interjected. "But if we decide to start charging, Ken, we'll definitely give you a piece of the action; a cut for the house, you know." "Don't even joke about it, Cyn," Ken whispered. "The police vice squad would be all over me if they even thought anything like that was going on!" "Ken, we're totally legit. You know that," Lara said with a shake of her head. "Cynthia and I like to fuck around. So what? It's no one's damn business. But let me know if those guys come back. I'd like to check `em out. Who knows? Maybe they're cuter than you let on." "I don't think you'll find them cute," Ken shrugged. "If they do come back it sounds like they'll be looking for you. You won't have to find them!" Ken walked away leaving Lara alone manning the bar. Cynthia lowered her voice. "So, Lara, tell me. Do you miss being a watcher?" Lara smiled at her roommate from behind the counter. "Nah, Cyn, I don't miss it. It's been two months and I can truthfully say I like being human a hell of a lot better than I liked being a fuckin' watcher. Oh, watching has advantages. Now that I'm in human form I love to see other people have sex. You know me; I'm a fuckin' voyeur. It's a turn-on! But till I got emotions I never appreciated watching sex. Now if I could I'd peer into bedrooms and parked cars all the time to see guys and girls fuck. I'd love to be able to. But to answer your question, no, I don't miss my old life. I'm happier now. Hell, before I didn't even know what happiness was!" "That's what I thought you'd say," Cynthia grinned. She reached for a cigarette. "Light me up, barkeep?" "Sure, pretty girl. With pleasure," she laughed. Triggering her lighter Lara ignited her friend's Benson & Hedges Menthol 100. She then reached into Cynthia's pack and got one for herself. "God, I'm glad I made Ken let Suzie and me smoke here at work," she smiled, pausing long enough to light up. "I can't imagine not getting to smoke while I work!" "Lara, you smoke more than anybody I know," Cynthia laughed. "You're never without a lit cigarette anymore. How much _do_ you smoke these days?" "Oh God, I dunno," Lara slyly equivocated. "It's been nearly three packs a day recently," she confessed with a wry smile. "It's great. I fuckin' love it!" Shamelessly she raised the 100 millimeter cigarette to her lips. She drew hard on the crackling cylinder for five seconds. "I just never get tired of smoking!" "I never thought I'd say this, Lara. But don't you worry what it's doing to you?" Lara grinned. "Cyn, I thought you knew. I designed my autonomic body to be fully disease resistant. It can't get sick or break down." Smoke spurted from her lips. "I can smoke, drink and fuck around all I want. I designed it this way because I didn't want to have to worry about illness or disease." She shrugged. "Turned out that was a pretty smart move, huh?" Cynthia enviously nodded. "Yeah, no kidding." Slowly she manicured her cigarette in the ashtray. "Lara, combined we now have over five million in the bank. You don't need to work like this. If you wanted you could quit this fuckin' job and join me on the other side of the bar every night. So why in the hell don't you?" "Because I like working here," Lara shrugged. "You know that, Cyn. It's a great way to meet people. This week I slept with four different guys; all of `em I picked up from working here. In a bar like this I constantly meet guys and girls who help satisfy my insatiable sexual appetite. Nothing against you, Cyn," she giggled. "It's just that I like getting fucked by guys, too." She grinned lecherously. "Come on, roomie. Admit it. You love all the kinky shit we've been able to enjoy together when I bring those horny men and women home, now don't you?" Cynthia smiled. "Yeah, I do. From the beginning I told you I was a total slut, a true nympho. I suppose that's why we get along so good." She hit on her cigarette. "I've been afraid to ask. Maybe it's the beer talking. But I have to. Did they ever try to contact you?" "You mean the people we slept with?" "No, stupid, I mean your alien friends." Lara laughed. "Oh, them! No, but from time to time I sense that my replacement is watching me. I know they're curious why I did what I did. Without a doubt it makes no sense to `em. But they can't be too pissed that I didn't erase my memory, or yours. They haven't done anything about it, have they? We still remember everything. But even if they abducted us and wiped out our memories I wouldn't give a shit. I love being who I am now. I love living with you. I love working at Ken's bar. I love getting fucked all the time." Defiantly she raised up her shrinking cigarette. "And I especially love smoking," she added mischievously before taking a long drag. "I love it a lot. God, it's the best!" A tall male figure entered the front door of the establishment. Lara noticed him as he looked around uncertainly. It was Tuesday, typically a slow night. Suddenly his eyes caught Lara's. He began to approach the bar. Cynthia noticed. "Hey, he's cute," she giggled. "Do I sense an encounter?" "Yeah, but not like you think. I don't think he's human, Cyn. I can sense it. Yeah, I'm sure. Believe it or not we're being visited by one of my replacements in a humanoid body!" "Shit! But how -? I mean, how can he be an alien? I thought that you taking on human form was against regulations!" "Yeah, it totally violated the rules. But looks like one of my successors got a little too curious about my infraction." Lara laughed. "Yeah, I think he wants to find out first-hand why I broke the rules." She gave her roommate a wanton look. "But God, his automatonic body looks absolutely delicious, doesn't it?" She was right. The tall, svelte male figure making his way across the room looked like he stepped off a page of a high-end male fashion catalogue. Finally he arrived at the bar. Lara was the first to speak to him. She was smiling. "Hey, you look like you could use a drink, buddy. Am I right or am I right?" "Yes, very much would I like a drink," the tall male nodded politely; a bit too politely. "Thank you, ma'am." "No problem," Lara grinned knowingly. "Here. This one's on the house." She opened a Bud Light and handed it over. He took it from her and cautiously raised it to his lips. He sipped it very slowly. A strange, almost surprised look covered his face. "Yes, this is good. Very good. Thank you, ladies." His speech was a bit too stilted, like Lara's was until she eventually adapted to being around humans and learned to talk normally. The lovely brunette smiled at him winsomely. "Look, let's cut the bullshit. Okay? You know who I am and I know who you are. I know you violated procedures and created an automatonic body for yourself just like mine so that you could investigate the world of human emotions for yourself. Right?" He looked stunned. "Yes," he answered simply. "But how did you know?" Lara laughed. She grabbed her roommate's Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's and shook out a fresh cigarette from the pack. "It's because I didn't erase my automaton's memory." Giggling shamelessly, she lit up the new cigarette from the butt of the one she had just finished. "I also retained the extrasensory power that senses human thoughts and emotions, the same power you undoubtedly put in your automatonic body. So I can feel your confusion being in a human environment for the first time. I also sense the strong sexual attraction you feel towards both Cynthia and me. You want us, don't you? Yeah, welcome to humanoid life! Before long you'll have to fuck one of us or it'll drive you nuts." She hit hard on her cigarette. "God, you just had to do it, didn't you? You had to feel human emotions just like I did, right?" The handsome male leisurely nodded. He watched as Lara released a long, sensual smoky exhale through parted lips. "Yes, you are correct. It's just as you said. I was assigned to take your place as a watcher on this planet. I began to observe you. I soon suspected you didn't erase your automaton's memory unit as required. But I did not report the infraction. Instead I grew curious as to your motivation. After watching human conduct, yours in particular, I grew more curious. I wanted to discover your reason for desiring to remain on this backward planet." He paused. "I knew I faced discipline if I took this step, perhaps reassignment, even suspension. But it no longer mattered. I had to do what you did, Aquillolara. I had to create an automaton to inhabit so I could investigate for myself." "Look, I'm no longer Aquillolara. It's Lara Aquillo now; sounds more human. Exactly what's your name supposed to be?" "On our planet I am Ronometricon. In this automatonic body I will call myself Ron, Ron Metrick as my human designation." "Okay, Ron," Lara laughed wickedly. "So how's it going? Do you like being able to feel human emotion?" "I am not yet certain. Human emotions are confusing. The sensations I experience are nothing like I expected." He smiled. "Hmm, but that cigarette you're smoking smells strangely inviting," he said dispassionately. "I believe the human expression is that the cigarette smoke smells good to me. The pungent aroma stimulates my olfactory senses and is providing me with great emotional gratification." Lara laughed. "Really? God, that's great! You must've used a smoker to program your automaton's emotions. Yeah, you did, didn't you? Good move, Ron!" She hit on her cigarette and exhaled into his face. "The smell of my smoke is creating a powerful yearning inside of you, isn't it, Ron? You want to smoke along with me, don't you?" "Yes, I believe I do. The smell is indeed inviting. I suspect that smoking a cigarette with you will likely satisfy the strange yearning I now feel. Please, let me have one." With no comment Lara handed him a B&H Menthol 100. He raised it to his lips and waited for her to click her lighter and light him up. She did and Ron sucked on the burning cylinder for a couple seconds. He then promptly pulled smoke down into his chest. "Ah, yes," he said with a satisfied smile as smoke cascaded from his mouth. "Yes, the emotion I feel at this moment is powerful. I believe the human term is `pleasant.' So _this_ is what the humans call pleasure? Yes, it is quite stimulating!" "You got that right, Ron baby," Lara impishly giggled. "If you used a smoker to encode emotions into that buff autonomic body, and it sounds like you did, then you'll experience incredible pleasure every time you light up a cigarette and smoke it. I guarantee you will!" Cynthia interrupted. "Hey, Ron," she smiled. "If you broke the rules like Lara, then you must want to experience all the same stuff she did." She demurely put her hand on Ron's leg. He startled. "So how about if we all go back to our place? I bet it wasn't by accident that you designed your body to be a total stud; I mean, a handsome human specimen. Right?" Ron nodded and drew on his cigarette. "Yes Cynthia." She was obviously surprised that he knew her name. Ron smiled and a strangely expert exhale followed. The programming of his automaton as a smoker was flawless. "I know your name because I've watched you and Lara for some time. To answer, yes, I very much want to encounter human sex. I feel a yearning inside my automatonic body that must be associated with desire for sexual activity. I believe the proper thing to say is that I find both you and Lara very attractive indeed." Cynthia giggled. "Cool! You're a total stud, Ron. Your cock is standing at full salute now, so I guess you are excited. Shit, I can't wait to have that thing inside me. It must be huge!" Ron nodded. "I designed my penis to be extraordinarily large," he patiently went on. "I understand that large male sexual organs enhance sexual performance and make the male of the species more desirable to the female. Isn't that correct?" "It sure as hell is, Ron," Lara laughed. "But tell me. How many humans did you use to encode the emotional programming for your body? Did you use men only, or men and women?" "I was concerned I was being monitored by high command. So I moved fast. I used only one human subject. Because of your relationship with him I chose your friend named George." "George?" Lara giggled. "God, that's fuckin' great." Shamelessly she put her hand alongside Cynthia's on his leg. Ron quivered slightly. "Great choice! George is as horny as any guy I know. He's also a total nicotine fiend." Hitting on her cigarette she turned to Cynthia and exhaled. "I wondered where George was last night. He's always here for Monday night football." She grinned at Ron. "You must have done it last night, didn't you? You captured George, examined him and after erasing his memory of the encounter you copied his emotional programming and used it to encode your automatonic body. God, you're smart, Ron! With George's sex drive and his unmanageable nicotine addiction you'll totally enjoy yourself here!" "That was my plan." He hit thoughtfully on his B&H Menthol. "You know, Lara, these cigarettes are amazing in the way they affect my autonomic body. The pleasure they give is quite stimulating. It's so satisfying. Each repetition is more rewarding than did the prior one." He let out a reluctant exhale. "Yes, I shall enjoy pursuing this smoking activity." He stopped abruptly. "Enjoy? Hmm. Till now I never understood that human term." He laughed aloud. "The emotions I feel are overwhelming. Yes, you're the smart one, Lara. In your report you stated that humans have `a hell of a good thing going here.' I recall the precise words you used. You said that you desired to stay on and experience it yourself." He smiled at his female companions. "I believe you were correct!" By now Cynthia was rubbing his leg vigorously and her fingers were perilously close to his bulging cock which was now fully erect. "Lara, tell Ken you need to go home. I can't wait to get Ron here into the sack and I don't think he can wait much longer, either." "But my power's gone, Cyn. I used it up getting our last financial contribution. Remember? The last two million?" Ron brightened. "Can I intervene? I'd like to. I have a full supply of power, Lara. I intend to use it to enhance my enjoyment of this world. Do you want to me to influence one of the humans for you?" "Yeah, talk to Ken over there," Lara said smugly. "Tell him to let me go early tonight. Then Cynthia and I can show you a human sexual encounter. I guarantee you'll love it, honey!" "I sense you're right," Ron said with an involuntary smile. "I must understand human sex and have sexual experiences. You calling me `honey' excites me and makes me happy." He cleared his throat. "I want to fuck you, baby! That's the proper term, isn't it?" "Yeah, that's perfect, Ron," Lara giggled. "And don't worry. Cynthia and I desperately want to fuck you, too. So get your ass over there and work your magic on Ken. Meanwhile I'll get my purse. We can get out of here right away. Just so you know, honey, we have plenty of cigarettes and beer at home. We'll initiate you into sexual ecstasy tonight. If your automaton's programming is like mine, Ron, and I know it is, after one night in bed with us you'll never want to go back to our planet. That's what you're hoping, isn't it?" "Yes, it is. You're correct, Lara. So excuse me. Let me use my power on your boss so we can `get out of here,' as you say." Lara smiled at Cynthia as she removed her apron and got her purse. "Wow, our handsome alien friend sure made his autonomic body hot." She let out a lusty giggle before treating herself to a long drawn-out drag on her dwindling cigarette. "Did you see the size of his big juicy cock? I thought it'd burst out of his pants when you rubbed his leg! God, seeing him so turned on so fast turned me on. I'm already wet!" At last she released a thick cloud of mentholated smoke. "If Ron's emotional programming came from George, we're in for one hell of a night! George likes doing anything and everything, especially multiple partners. You and I can take turns having Ron fuck our brains out. God, I bet his staying power's superhuman." She giggled again. "Since he _is_ superhuman!" "God, Lara, I can't wait. But first I gotta pee," the blond giggled. "Wait for me, hon. I don't want to miss anything!" "Don't worry, baby," Lara replied. "Ron and I won't go without you." As Cynthia left Ron returned with a smile. "Lara, your boss says you can leave early," he said proudly. Clearly the alien liked the emotional surge he felt. "It's nearly effortless to change human opinions. I used less power than I anticipated to accomplish my task." "Yeah, but don't waste it, Ron. When the bastards up there realize that you broke the rules, they'll can your ass. If you do decide to stay on earth with us you'll want as much power as possible when that happens. Do you understand?" Ron grinned. Defiantly he put his cigarette to his lips and dragged hard. "Yes, Lara, I understand." Twin streams of smoke escaped his nose. "My analysis is that I'll wish to stay. The emotions I feel are like nothing I've ever known. I feel desire; I feel pleasure; I feel great anticipation." He sighed happily. "It is marvelous!" Putting her cigarette in her lips Lara tenderly took hold of his free hand. "That's great, baby." With her B&H dangling she squeezed his fingers. "But it'll get even better. Tonight you'll get to fuck two beautiful naked humanoids, Cyn and me. And while you fuck us Cyn and I will touch, kiss and play with each other. It'll drive you nuts, Ron. You'll love it. Finally you'll unload your manhood into one of us lucky girls. Then before long you'll be ready to fuck the other one. Yeah, it'll be great!" She paused. "Hey, what are you looking at?" "I'm looking at you," he said sheepishly. "It is alluring to see you speak with a cigarette casually dangling from your lips. I cannot articulate it, nor do I understand. But it excites me. Why is that, Lara?" She laughed. "It's easy. It's the fuckin' programming, Ron. See, baby, I inadvertently used a human with a smoking fetish to program my autonomic body. You know what a fetish is? A smoking fetish means seeing others smoke greatly increases sexual arousal. At first I didn't know why I felt that way, but eventually I figured it out. And I liked it. So before my power ran out I imparted the same emotional motivation into Cynthia and George. I made them feel like I do about smoking and sex." She gave the alien a demure smile. "Since you used George's emotions to create yours, you also have an unrelenting smoking fetish, babe. Seeing me smoke like this turns you on. Yeah, it gives you amazing pleasure and heightens your sexual drive. It makes you want to fuck me even more. Don't you like it?" "Yes, I do like it very much," he agreed with a vigorous nod. "I feel an escalating and almost overwhelming urge to insert my cock inside your pussy and fuck you, Lara. You're so attractive with that cigarette hanging from your lips. God!" He sighed. "Oh my! I just used the name of the human deity in vain. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Oh, I have much to learn about being human!" Lara's nostril exhale surrounded her dangling cigarette. "Don't worry, Ron. You'll learn. I find that using what humans call profanity greatly increases my sexual desire. So just let profanity come out naturally. It's already programmed. Certain words and expressions, like `God' and `fuck,' are gonna feel pleasurable when you say `em. So simply let `em come. It'll feel good." She pinched his ass just as Cyn returned from the ladies' room. "Ron, you sure did a fabulous job creating that body. Fuck, it's very attractive. Especially that big huge cock!" "I told you. I understood from my research that large male sexual organs are desired by human females. I'm pleased to learn I was correct in my assessment." With a girl on each arm he slowly walked out of the bar into the cool autumn air. "Ron, did you program extra sexual stamina into your beautiful body, and into your big gorgeous cock?" Cynthia asked lustfully, squeezing his arm as she moved in tandem with Lara through the bar's parking lot. "I sure as hell hope you did!" "My autonomic body is programmed to perform all human functions at the highest possible levels," he smiled. "My cock's performance will not disappoint." He gazed longingly at Cynthia as she drew on her cigarette. "I love to see you smoke, Cynthia. As a watcher I saw you and Lara smoke and engage in sex," he added with a lusty grin. "I know what you like. I`ll not disappoint you." He laughed. "Holy shit, this is fuckin' great," he muttered. "There. I said it. I said `fuck.'. You're right, Lara. It felt good to speak the word!" "I know. Sure as shit it felt good, Ron," she giggled impishly. "Believe me, honey, you'll catch on. Just keep saying `fuck' and shit like that, and keep on smoking, baby. We love to hear you say that stuff and we love to see you smoke, too!" "Yeah, it all sounds fuckin' great," Cynthia giggled wantonly. Turning her head she exhaled a voluminous smoky stream into the chilly evening air. She squeezed Ron's arm. "I can't fuckin' wait to have you!" As they reached Cynthia's new Mercedes they noticed two men approaching across the parking lot. "Ms. Aquillo?" one of them called out. "Yeah, that's me," Lara answered. "What do you want?" They drew closer. One reached into his pocket and hastily flashed a silver badge. "I'm Agent Hank Johnson. This is Agent Bob Anderson. FBI. I assume this is Cynthia Acheson?" The blond nodded. "We must speak to you and Ms. Acheson," he went on in a businesslike tone. "We're kinda busy," Lara said, not hiding her disdain for the unexpected interruption. "What's this about?" Agent Johnson frowned. "We should go inside to talk." He looked at the man who accompanied the girls. "Alone," he added with a glare at Ron. "Look, anything you need to say to us you can say in front of our friend," Lara shot back impatiently. "And let's do it right now. Like I said, we're sorta busy." Agent Johnson didn't like her answer. He cleared his throat. "Ms. Aquillo, the FBI is investigating Grant Ballfour. You and Ms. Acheson surfaced in our review of his finances. In the last two months he paid you two $5 million. So now you're under active investigation on several counts of criminal activity, including blackmail, financial fraud, mail fraud, money laundering, racketeering and, last but not least, running a prostitution ring in violation of federal and state law. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." He smiled smugly. "Either we talk inside where it's warm or we take you downtown and we can talk there. Your choice." Before Lara answered Ron spoke firmly. "Look here, the ladies said we're in a hurry. So talk to them, and me, right here and right now, if you please." "Okay," Agent Johnson grumbled, glaring at Ron. "Like I said we're investigating Ballfour for racketeering and money laundering. His bank records show recent payments to the two of you. We suspect you blackmailed him, perhaps due to his involvement in the illicit sexual activity you engage in for profit. We suspect you threatened to go public about his participation in your prostitution ring. He didn't want that, so Ballfour bought you off. This is serious, ladies. You must come with us for questioning. You may want to contact a lawyer. If you can't afford one, of course, one will be provided for you." Lara had to laugh. "Prostitution? And Ballfour's a crook? Oh my God, what a riot! You think Cyn and I blackmailed that bastard and that's why he gave us five mil?" She raised her cigarette to her lips for a long hard drag. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. We never threatened him or blackmailed him. Grant sure as hell didn't tell you that!" "No, he didn't," Agent Anderson interrupted. "He refuses to say why he finances your profligate lifestyle. But we've monitored your behavior at the bar. It seems you're involved in sexual activity for hire. Why else would you go home with different men and women every night?" "Maybe it's just because we like to fuck," Cynthia spat back. "If so, what's it to you?" Agent Johnson frowned. "Look, ladies, I'll call for backup and arrest you if you refuse to cooperate. Maybe you're innocent. But Ballfour's under investigation for fraud and money laundering. He's dirty as sin. Everyone on his payroll is likewise under suspicion. The payments he made you make no sense, so we suspect blackmail. That money he gave you, for whatever reason, blackmail or not, is dirty. Even if he did it out of the goodness of his heart, which I doubt, it has to go back." "Well, we won't cooperate," Lara sneered defiantly. "Do your worst, boys! You've got nothing on us and you know it. We won't go downtown unless you fuckin' arrest us!" Agent Johnson reached in his pocket. Lara wasn't sure if it was for a gun or merely to get a cell phone to call for reinforcements. Before his hand came out of his jacket Ron chimed in with a pleasant smile. "Excuse me, officers. I'm not familiar with your investigation. But let me make a suggestion." "And what's that, fella?" "My name's Ron. Look at me," he said firmly, and they did. "Here are the facts. Both Ms. Aquillo and Ms. Acheson are innocent. They did nothing wrong. There's no reason for you to scrutinize them or even talk to them. Return to your office. Tell your superiors they must be crossed off the list of potential targets in the investigation. Plus, you'll personally make sure they're never charged with a crime and you won't seek to recover the funds they got from Mr. Ballfour. It's their money, theirs alone. Both these women are clean. You'll apologize for troubling them tonight. Understood?" Agent Johnson blinked. "Uh, okay," he mumbled almost incoherently, looking confused. "Um, exactly what did you say again?" "I said that you're done with Ms. Aquillo and Ms. Acheson. They're innocent of any wrongdoing. After talking to them tonight you've concluded there's no basis to charge either of them criminally or to make them any part of the FBI's investigation. Got it?" "Bob, he's right," Agent Johnson said, suddenly turning to his comrade. "What were we thinking? These girls did nothing wrong; nothing at all." He smiled cordially at Lara and Cynthia. "Ladies, please accept my sincere apology. We're sorry we troubled you. When we get back to the office we'll tell our superiors you two are clean. Again, sorry to bother you!" Lara grinned at Ron. She knew what he'd done. She looked at them. "Gentlemen, apology accepted. I'm glad we understand each other." Having dropped her spent cigarette to the ground, the lovely brunette methodically shook out another from her pack and silently slipped it in her lips. "But what about that prostitution thing? Do you still think that Cynthia and I run some sort of brothel?" "No, definitely not," Agent Anderson interjected as Lara released a thick exhale from her freshly lit cigarette. "That was a bluff. We only saw you repeatedly escort different men and women out of this bar the last two weeks. Nothing's wrong with that. It's not a crime, right?" "Right," Lara smugly replied. "It's no crime. Hell, it's not even strange. Cynthia and just I love to fuck. And that's totally normal." She winked at her alien ally. "Ron, help these agents understand that promiscuous casual sex, like the kind Cynthia and I enjoy all the time, is totally normal. Know what I mean?" She winked again. Ron nodded. He understood. Lara wanted him to change their view of sex for the hell of it. The idea of messing with them in this way greatly intrigued the alien. "Lara's right, guys. Both of you enjoy promiscuous sex just as much as Lara, Cynthia and I do. You love screwing around and being promiscuous, don't you? Your sexual appetites are insatiable. Isn't that so?" Both agents nodded. Lara giggled wickedly and hit on her cigarette. "Now help them to realize that they desperately want to fuck Cynthia and me right here, in the parking lot. Do it, Ron. It'll be fun!" "You feel exactly the way the lady said," Ron nodded. "Don't you?" Again they nodded agreement. Agent Johnson absentmindedly licked his lips as he leered at the two females. "But now tell `em they don't get to. They can't fuck us," she went on spitefully. "And they're frustrated as hell. So as soon as they're off work tonight they'll hire themselves hookers and they'll fuck their brains out before they go home to their pitiful wives. Okay?" Ron spoke. "What Lara said is true," he simply added. "Isn't it?" Agent Johnson looked at his partner. "I gotta get laid," he muttered to Anderson. "Hell, I don't want to fuck my wife. I gotta find a whore to fuck as soon as I can! How `bout you?" "Yeah, me, too," Anderson agreed. "Shit, I don't give a damn what my wife thinks and I won't tell her, either. I need to fuck a hooker tonight!" "Wonderful, gentlemen. One more thing," Lara laughed. "Ron, make sure these agents share our feelings about smoking cigarettes as well. Do you understand?" "Absolutely. Good idea. So, do either of you smoke?" Ron asked politely. "Nope," Johnson replied. "I quit 10 years ago. You, Bob?" "No, I never started," Anderson offered hesitantly. Lara exhaled toward the spellbound agents. Ron grinned. "Well, guys, that's changed. Now you both smoke. You can't stop yourselves from smoking and you don't want to. Tobacco smoke smells delicious. The fragrance is intoxicating. Not only that, but the sight of beautiful women like Lara and Cynthia smoking is incredibly sensual. You love to see pretty girls smoke. You need to smoke, too, just like they do, and it really turns you on. So driving back to the office you'll stop at the store. Each of you will buy yourself a carton of cigarettes. You'll begin to smoke right away and you won't be able to stop. Uh, what's your brand, Lara?" She giggled wickedly. "Benson & Hedges Menthol. Full flavor!" "Yeah, that's right. You'll both buy that brand and smoke constantly from now on, at least a pack a day, minimum," Ron grinned. "You'll do it because you simply _love_ to smoke. You always loved it but no longer can you deny yourselves. If anyone asks why you'll simply tell them that you can't quit smoking, that you'll never quit. Understood?" Both men nodded. Agent Johnson cleared his throat. "Ms. Aquillo, that cigarette you're smoking right now smells good! Don't you think so, Bob?" Agent Anderson readily nodded his agreement and licked his lips. "So do you think we could have -?" Without a sound Lara held out her pack. Both federal agents eagerly removed 100 millimeter cigarettes. She clicked her lighter while she smiled at them. Shielding the flame from the breeze Lara held it out long enough so that each of them could light up. Johnson and Anderson hit long and hard on their cigarettes and sucked smoke deep down into their chests. "Oh my, this is great," they exclaimed in unison. "Thanks, Ms. Aquillo!" "Don't mention it, boys. And please, call me Lara," she sneered as they slowly exhaled. "But tell me. What do you plan to tell your wives about this sudden unexpected transformation, being changed into hopeless lifelong nicotine addicts? You _are_ married, aren't you?" Again they nodded. "I don't know what to tell my wife," Johnson muttered. "But it doesn't matter. I need to smoke whether she likes it or not. God, I sure wish she smoked, too. It'd be _so_ hot!" To prove his point he hit hard on his cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Tell you what, boys," Ron interrupted with a dry smile. "I'm staying with Ms. Acheson. Undoubtedly you know the address. Bring your wives to Cynthia's apartment tomorrow night. I'll talk to them. I'll share with them like I did with you. Your wives will quickly learn to feel the same way we all do about smoking and discover that smoking's the most wonderful habit imaginable. They can also learn to share your new fascination with unrestrained promiscuous sex as well as your appreciation for the sexiness of female smoking. Wouldn't you like that?" Agent Anderson grinned. "God, that'd be great, Ron. Shit, I don't know how Bob and I can ever thank you," he gushed after an exhale. "It feels so good to smoke! I missed it. I don't know about Bob, but I'd love to take you up on that offer. I'd love for my wife Heidi to talk to you if it'd help her understand why I love to smoke so much and why it's so incredibly sexy!" "Don't worry, it'll help her all right," Ron winked. "Heidi will understand everything once I speak to her. Now, please tell me her age. How attractive is Heidi?" He smiled. "You're probably worried that she's old like me. But she's not. Heidi's 10 years younger than me. She's only 33 and she's damned attractive. Right, Bob?" The younger agent nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's right. Hank's wife Heidi is a real hottie!" "Good. Excellent," Ron smiled wantonly. "Because I might want to fuck her. Now Bob, what's your wife's name? Tell me how old she is. And is she as attractive as Heidi?" "My wife's Sandra," Agent Johnson replied proudly. "She's 29. I'm biased but I think she's real hot, every bit as attractive as Roger's Heidi. I'd love for you to fuck Sandra, Ron. I really would." He paused. "But Sandra's always been such an avid anti-smoker. Are you sure you can change Sandra's mind about smoking?" Ron laughed. "Of course. It's guaranteed, Bob. Once you guys leave Cynthia's place your wife Sandra will beg to be allowed to smoke constantly. Sandra will feel just like Heidi will about smoking, the same way you two do. Both your wives will passionately embrace cigarette smoking. It'll become a non-negotiable lifelong habit for them both. And that's what you want, isn't it?" He grinned at Lara. "You know, I also bet Sandra and Heidi will find themselves transformed into dirty little sluts, girls with voracious sexual appetites, desperate to fuck me and eager for naughty lesbian sex with Lara and Cynthia. That won't bother you, will it? No, in fact you'd both love to watch that happen, wouldn't you?" Once more the agents nodded while smoking enthusiastically. "You mean you can make our wives just as depraved as we are?" "Yes, and it'll be my pleasure to do just that, gentlemen," Ron laughed again. "Now get going. You have important things to do. You need to smoke and you need to get laid. Then figure out how to make your wives get together with us so I can straighten them out and then fuck them while you watch. Right?" "Absolutely," Agent Johnson smiled. He hit on his cigarette and looked as comfortable as can be while doing so. "Thanks _so_ much for taking the time to help us!" As they walked away Lara called after them. "Ron was right, guys. It was _our_ pleasure. So we'll look forward to seeing you and lovely wives soon. In the meantime, happy smoking and happy fucking!" Laughing shamelessly, Lara, Ron and Cynthia piled into the front seat of her new Mercedes. The tall alien male was squeezed in between the two girls. "God, it's cold out tonight," Lara shivered, still laughing. "But that was super hot, Ron. Shit, how did you know how to talk like that to those guys?" "It was simple. To prepare for my assignment I watched `Law and Order.' I saw every episode ever made. I think I handled the vernacular quite well." "Yeah, no shit," Cynthia giggled happily, starting her car. "And you knew just what Lara and I wanted you to do to those bastards. How'd you know to make them bring their wives along to be corrupted, too, for example?" Before Ron answered Lara shook three cigarettes from her pack. She put all three of them between her smiling lips. Simultaneously she deftly lit them. She gave one to Ron, handed another to Cynthia, and kept the last one for herself. "You forget, Cyn," the gorgeous brunette said through a smoky exhale. "Ron senses human thoughts and emotions just like me." She ran her fingers along his leg. "So once I suggested their sexual corruption and smoking conversion he sensed my strong desire to corrupt their wives, didn't you?" Ron drew on his cigarette, concurrently pushing Lara's free hand from his thigh onto his bulging cock. "Right, Lara," he groaned. Smoke escaped from his mouth as the brunette obediently began stroking it through his pants. "I knew what you wanted and of course I did, too. It gave me great pleasure to manipulate the officers, to bend their sexual desires to match ours while creating within them an insatiable need for nicotine. I'm sure we'll see them very soon, with their lovely wives." "Hey, Cyn," Lara interrupted. "Let's visit Ron's ship before going to our place. He should replenish his power." She had a wicked twinkle in her eye. "And my automatonic body can reload, too. God, I'd love to regain the ability to control humans. But we should do it soon, before high command realizes you abandoned your post to join forces with me here on earth." "Good idea," Ron nodded, breathing heavily under Lara's influence as she caressed his bulging cock. "Oh God, that feels so good! Shit, I can't wait to fuck you, baby," he laughed evilly. Putting his cigarette in his mouth he began to simultaneously fondle Cynthia's breasts under her blouse. "You, too, beautiful bitch. I want to fuck you both!" "Don't worry, Ron, you'll fuck us. I promise," Cynthia laughed, desperately trying to focus her eyes on the road as she reveled in the bliss of his hands on her tits. By now both her companions had their cigarettes perched between their lips. Cynthia did the same. "Lara's right," Cynthia went on. "Load up as much of that power as you can. You'll need it if you're gonna use it corrupt their wives." "We will replenish it," Ron promised, busily kneading Cyn's breasts as Lara persistently fondled his cock. "But don't worry about me running out. You see, Lara's automatonic body was created with only a limited storage capacity. I changed her design when I created mine. My capacity is double hers. I still have lots of power left. Nevertheless, we should restock before we fuck." He squeezed Cynthia's tits harder. "I may use some of it on you, Cynthia dear, to make you pleasure me as much as possible tonight." The beautiful blond groaned. "You don't need power to make me do that, honey," she said with her cigarette still dangling. "I intend to pleasure you without any help. Is your ship located where Lara's was?" He nodded. "Then we're here." She pulled to the side of the road on the same deserted stretch she and Lara visited two months before. "Get in there and then get back out," she said, turning to her companions. "I can't wait to be in bed with the two of you!" "Don't worry. Neither can we, Cyn," Lara said while smiling around her cigarette. She opened the door and she and Ron walked quickly into the clearing. "Neither can we!" |
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