More than Watching, Part 3

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MORE THAN WATCHING

3.	Cynthia's Payback.

   Cynthia and Lara sat in the blond's breakfast nook.  It was eight the next
morning.  Cynthia fired up a cigarette as she brushed hair away from her
face.  Lara lit up with her.

   "Do you have a job, Cynthia?  Are you employed?" Lara asked clinically.

   "Yeah, but I'll quit today," the blond grinned insolently.  "That's
because, my dear Lara, today we will make sure I never work again."  She hit
on her B&H.  "Neither of us ever have to work once my little plan goes into
effect."

   Without noticeable emotion Lara continued to suck greedily on her menthol
cigarette.  She liked the nicotine buzz she got from imbibing her first smoke
of the new day.  "I see.  I assume my power is an integral part of this plan
of yours?"

   "Oh yeah.  Of course, baby," Cynthia cooed.  She smiled.  Shamelessly she
kissed her exhaling brunette friend.  "Last night I fulfilled my part of the
bargain.  We had great sex with George.  Hell, we slept together and made
love again in my bed here.  So I did my job, Lara, baby."  She grinned.  "It
was kinda nice, wasn't it?"

   Lara's cheeks turned bright red.  Never had she smiled so
self-consciously.  Despite herself she did now.  "God, Cynthia, it was
wonderful," she laughed wickedly, reveling in her new human emotions.  "The
sexual encounters were everything I hoped for, and more."  She flashed her
friend a confirming evil smile.  "Yes, you did fulfill your obligation.  So
now I shall be pleased to use my power on your behalf however you like."

   "Oh God, I can't wait," Cynthia sighed happily.  "I hate to sound like a
greedy little bitch.  But I have a fabulous idea how to put myself on easy
street the rest of my fuckin' life!"

   "Ah, yes, easy street," Lara nodded.  "A colloquial reference to financial
security and the related well-being it brings.  Correct?"

   "You got it, baby.  And soon so will I.  Today you and I will pay a visit
to Grant H. Ballford III.  Mr. Ballford is the richest guy in town, hell,
maybe in the state.  He's one of the richest in the entire nation!  I read
all about him in the business section.  Maybe you did, too.  Anyway, Ballford
lives on a huge estate just outside of town.  He's absolutely loaded."  She
cackled at her slender brunette comrade.  "And you're gonna convince Grant to
make a substantial financial gift to my favorite charity - me!"

   Lara hit thoughtfully on her cigarette.  "I see.  So you intend to use my
power merely to get money?"

   "Sure as hell," Cynthia laughed.  "And lots of it!  Why?  What else should
I use it for?"

   Lara trimmed her B&H in the ashtray.  "I don't know.  I suppose given all
the possible accouterments available, money is a wise choice."

   "No shit," Cynthia giggled.  "I can sure as hell use money, and lots of
it!"  She dragged demonstrably on her cigarette.  "Lara, this'll be fuckin'
great.  I really appreciate this!"

   Lara smiled.  After a drag on her cigarette she leaned forward.  She
gently kissed Cynthia sweetly on the lips.  Smoke burst from her mouth as she
did.  "You've given me new insight into the human condition, Cynthia, and
much pleasure."  She grinned.  "I sense that you enjoy all this `fucking
around,' as you call it, a great deal yourself, don't you?"

   Cynthia almost blushed.  "Yeah, I admit I do," she sighed happily.  She
hit extra hard on her disappearing cigarette.  "You know what?  At first I
would've sworn you're a virgin, Lara.  Last night you acted like someone
who'd never had sex, with a woman or a man."  She grinned lasciviously at the
brunette as smoke flowed from her lips.  "You caught on in a hell of a
hurry!"

   Lara slowly nodded.  "For reasons I don't yet understand, Cynthia, the
fact that you experienced pleasure when we fucked gave me even greater
pleasure.  Very curious, don't you think?"

   "It works that way with sex, honey," Cynthia laughed.  After a last
wistful hit she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.  "Part of the fun's
knowing it's good for the other person.  It was great for me, Lara.  I
fuckin' loved it."  She finally released her exhale and glanced at her watch.
"Let's get going.  I want us to get to Ballfour's house before he leaves for
an appointment or some shit like that.  Are you game?"

   "Do you mean am I ready?"  Lara smiled.  "Yes, I am ready.  I look forward
to pleasing you in a different way today, Cynthia.  It's strange, but giving
you pleasure gratifies me."  She kissed the blond girl back again.  "Thank
you."

   Cynthia laughed.  "No problem.  Let's go, kid.  Once we get home we'll
have plenty of time for more philosophical bullshit."  She paused.  "We're
gonna get me some serious cash!"

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   Cynthia's Honda Civic idled by the gate outside the walled Ballfour
mansion.  A guard inside a windowed booth through his intercom refused to let
the car into the complex.

   The pretty blond driver turned to her comrade.  "Lara, can you fix this?"
She said it with a twinkle in her eye.

   "Yes, I suspected this would happen," Lara nodded with an irritated sigh.
"Stupid humans are so goddamned security conscious!"  She opened the
passenger door.  Walking over to the guard booth she knocked on the closed
window.  The man inside looked at her crossly.  Figuring the two women
weren't a serious security threat he opened his door slightly.

   "Look, lady, I told you.  Nobody gets in to see Mr. Ballfour without an
appointment."

   Sequestered inside his booth the security guard nevertheless looked
nervous.  Lara smiled broadly as she examined him.  He was young, 24.8 years
old, and surprisingly handsome.  Through the booth's open door she recognized
a lovely and familiar aroma wafting out from inside, fresh cigarette smoke.
"Ah, so I see that you're also a smoker like we are?"

   "Mr. Ballfour doesn't mind that I smoke in here," the guard protested.  He
misunderstood the beautiful brunette's comment as criticism.  "Anyway, it's
none of your goddamn business if I smoke or not."

   "You misinterpret," the brunette purred back.  "I do not criticize you for
smoking.  Actually I love to see attractive men and women smoking cigarettes.
For reasons I don't yet fully understand it greatly pleases me seeing a
handsome male specimen like you smoking."  She looked at the name on his
badge.  "James, let me see you do it."

   "What?  You mean -?  You mean smoke?  Now?"

   "Yes, of course," Lara grinned.  "You want to please me, don't you,
James?"  She hesitated a moment.  "You find me extremely attractive.  I can
sense it.  Pleasing me will excite you further.  Please, raise the cigarette
to your lips for me.  I very much want to see you do it."

   Confused but spellbound, the baffled guard picked up a cigarette from an
ashtray hidden underneath the counter.  Slowly he put it in his mouth.  He
hit long and hard on the cork-tipped cigarette.  Finally removing it from his
lips he summoned the smoke deep inside his lungs.

   Lara clapped her hands in delight.  "Ah, excellent, James," she gushed as
he released a thick stream into the air between them.  "Your smoking prowess
is marvelous!  I am so pleased."  She motioned to the cigarette still in his
hand.  "May I?"

   James hesitantly nodded.  "You want to -?  Uh yeah, I guess."  He handed
Lara his cigarette.  She mimicked his mannerism and quickly dispatched some
smoke of her own down into her chest.

   "Ah, it is _so_ satisfying," the lovely brunette muttered contentedly.
"But the taste of your cigarette seems slightly different."  She smiled at
him.  "Non-menthol, correct?"

   "Yeah, these are Marlboro Reds," he shrugged.  Realizing his distraction
by the beautiful interloper James quickly turned serious again.  "Listen here
lady, I already told you that -."

   "Hush, James," Lara interrupted.  "Look at me."  He stopped.  "Cynthia and
I must see Mr. Ballfour.  You will now open the gate and let us in."  She
giggled because an idea suddenly occurred to her.  "Not only that, James, but
you will abandon your post at the security gate and accompany us inside.  You
will personally escort us into Mr. Ballfour's presence.  Agreed?"

   James nodded while Lara handed back the cigarette.  "Yeah, sure," he
mumbled almost incoherently.  "Okay, I'll take you in right now."  He began
to crush the cigarette in his ashtray.

   "Do not do that, James," Lara barked.  Then she smiled.  "Please, bring
the cigarette along.  It will please me to watch you smoke the rest of the
cigarette in Cynthia's car.  You do want to please me, don't you, James?"

   The spellbound security guard grinned.  "Whatever you say, lady."  Leaving
the booth he walked around to the passenger door.  He paused.  "There's not
enough room for both of us to sit in the front seat."

   "Yes there is.  Get in," Lara commanded brusquely.  "I'll sit on your lap,
James.  That will please you, won't it?  You desire to have me on top of you,
don't you?"  Seeing him nod with some hesitation Lara laughed out loud.
"You're a handsome male specimen, James.  Before we leave today I think I
wish to fuck you.  I sense you would find that most pleasurable?"

   James crawled in the passenger seat.  As he did he flashed a lame smile at
an equally confused Cynthia.  "Look, lady, I'm happily married," he protested
a bit too halfheartedly.  "So I sure as hell can't -."

   By now Lara was on his lap.  By design she forced her ass down hard onto
his bulging crotch.  "Bullshit, James!  Your cock's saying something totally
different!"  The saucy brunette let out a wanton laugh.  She wiggled her ass,
pushing it down harder.  "Your dick's telling me that you want to fuck,
James.  And that's good because I want you to fuck me," she added brazenly,
turning her head to kiss the stunned security guard on the mouth.  "Can you
deny it?"

   James gasped for breath after the kiss.  "Shit, I don't know what to say,"
he admitted helplessly.  "Hell, I don't even know your name."

   "It's Lara," sweetly smiled the stunning woman balanced on his lap.  "And
this is my friend Cynthia.  I know you think I'm pretty.  But don't you think
Cynthia's beautiful, too?"

   James nervously hit on his cigarette and nodded eagerly.  "God, yes.
Shit, you're both absolutely gorgeous.  It's just that -."

   "Just that what, James?"

   Slowly he released a stream of smoke.  Lara moved her head to catch part
of his exhale.

   "God, Lara, it's just that this kind of thing never happens.  It can't be
real.  Shit, beautiful girls like you never proposition guys like me.  At
least not this way, not out of the blue like this."

   Impudently Lara grabbed his cigarette.  She put it to her lips.  After a
long drag she inhaled deeply before giving it back.  "If it doesn't happen to
you all the time, James, then it sure as hell should," she laughed wickedly,
releasing a thick smoky exhale.  "I sense great sexual energy trapped inside
that gorgeous muscle-bound body.  I desire to have some of it for myself.
After we meet with Mr. Ballfour I will ask him for a room where we can
copulate together."  She gave a glance toward her colleague.  "Cynthia and I
take great pleasure in such three-way sexual encounters, don't we, dear?"

   Cynthia smiled and shook her head.  "Lara, you're something.  You want to
do it with James right now, today?"

   "Like with George last night," Lara nodded eagerly, methodically grinding
her ass atop James' rock hard cock.  "I love to fuck, Cynthia.  You know
that.  You'll do it with me again, won't you?  Just remember the thing that
I'm about to do for you!"

   Cynthia pulled the car up to the mansion's front door.  She turned off the
key.  "God, Lara, sure.  I guess."  She looked at the still stunned security
guard.  "Hell, why not?  He _is_ kind of a stud, to tell the truth.  Okay, we
can do it if you want."

   Lara opened the door and climbed out, pulling James out after her.
"Excellent.  James, this is your lucky day.  You'll have sex with two
beautiful women before you return to your post in the security booth."

   James dropped his cigarette to the ground after a hasty last puff.  "But
how in the hell are you ever gonna get Mr. Ballfour to let us do it?"

   Lara kissed him on the cheek.  "Leave it to me, James," she whispered
mysteriously.  "Today Mr. Ballfour will agree to many things that he doesn't
currently expect or know about.  I can take care of him, James.  You'll see."

   The security guard shook his head.  "Somehow I believe you, Lara.  God,
you're really something!"

   "Yes, I am," Lara cackled.  "If you knew what I am you'd be totally
amazed.  Come on, let's all go inside and meet Mr. Ballfour."

   And they did.

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   A disheveled Cynthia climbed into the driver's seat of her Honda and put
the key in the ignition.  She turned to smile at Lara, buckling her seat belt
beside her in the passenger seat.

   "Oh my God, Lara," Cynthia groaned happily.  "That was fuckin' amazing!"

   Lara casually lit up another cigarette.  With eyebrows raised she gazed
expectantly at her tousled blond friend.  Cynthia quickly nodded and accepted
one for herself.

   "Yes, it was very pleasant, wasn't it?"  Lara expelled a thick stream of
smoke into the car's interior with a huge but satisfied smile on her pretty
face as she handed Cynthia the lighter.

   Cynthia likewise lit up and released a cloud of smoke while driving toward
the empty guard booth at the end of the long driveway.  "It was all just so
amazing," she repeated.  "I mean, shit, the way Mr. Ballfour agreed to open a
bank account in my name and transfer two million bucks into it just like
that.  Bang!"  She giggled.  "Lara, I don't know how I can ever thank you."

   "You already did, Cynthia," Lara snickered evilly.  "You helped James fuck
me just now in Mr. Ballfour's bedroom.  Oh God, yeah," she groaned
contentedly.  "Shit, it was such a wonderful pleasant experience.  I think
I'm finally beginning to comprehend the great fascination you humans have
with copulation.  No wonder sex is so important in influencing your
decisions.  Getting fucked is marvelous.  I shall continue to enjoy it as
long as I'm here with you."

   Cynthia cocked her head inquisitively.  "Lara, you keep on talking like
that.  What in the hell do you mean exactly?  You act like you're not an
ordinary person."  The blond girl paused to hit on her cigarette.  "I mean, I
know you have special powers.  I understand that," she went on with a nod
before pausing to exhale.  "But I don't get why you talk so funny about the
rest of us all the fuckin' time, like you're not really human or something."

   Lara put her hand on Cynthia's leg.  "I shouldn't say this, Cynthia.  I
really shouldn't.  To be honest I purposely alluded to it in the hope that
eventually you'd ask me to tell you the truth.  I feel a deep desire to
disclose this to you even though I shouldn't."  She raised her cigarette to
her mouth.  She sucked a long time.  "Pleasure is a wonderful aphrodisiac,"
she finally sighed.  "I always knew you humans were ruled by the thrill of
emotional stimulation.  But I never understood why."  Smoke began mixing with
her words.  "Finally I do.  Take smoking, for instance.  It's _so_ pleasant.
So fuckin' pleasant, as you always say, Cynthia.  The mixture of
pharmacological and emotional satisfaction I get each time I indulge my
uncontrollable nicotine addiction makes me feel incredibly good.  I love this
stimulation.  God, I'm so glad that I picked a human to program my automaton
who was a smoker.  I love the feeling smoking gives me, so satisfying and
stimulating.  And sex is the same way.  I simply love being fucked, Cynthia.
The emotional and physical stimuli it gives are every bit as addicting as
these magnificent cigarettes."

   Cynthia laughed a little too nervously.  "Lara, you're still making no
sense.  What in the hell are you trying to say?"

   "I'm an alien, Cynthia.  It's what you said in jest to George last night.
I'm from another planet."

   Cynthia stared.  Finally she laughed.  "Yeah, right, Lara.  Okay, sure."
Putting her cigarette in her mouth she drew on it.  She noticed Lara wasn't
laughing.  "God, you're serious, aren't you?  You really think you're from
another planet!"

   "I don't just think it, Cynthia dear.  I _am_ from another world.  And I
can prove it."

   "This I gotta see," Cynthia answered.  "Look, Lara, sometimes people get
delusional about shit like this.  But it's okay.  I still really, really like
you," she added soothingly.  "At first I just wanted to play along to get
money with your power.  But now it's different.  I kinda like hanging out
with you like this even if you are a little crazy."

   "Ah, you're trying to say you have feelings for me," Lara brightened.
"That's sweet, Cynthia.  I have feelings for you, too.  That's why I want to
show you my secret.  I'll show you my ship.  I must return to the ship anyway
to replenish my power.  I used it up influencing James and Mr. Ballfour.  I
need to visit the ship for more.  You'll see soon enough when we get there.
Here, take this road.  Yeah, this is the one.  The ship is just outside the
city limits."

   Cynthia frowned.  "Lara, you're starting to scare me."

   "You think I'm crazy.  Fine.  I can prove I'm not.  Just follow my
directions."

   Minutes later the girls reached a large field just outside the city
limits.  "Stop the car right here," Lara ordered abruptly.  "Get out with me.
I'm ready to show you."

   Shaking her head in disbelief Cynthia followed.  They walked for twenty
yards or so when suddenly Lara stopped.

   "Here it is," she proudly announced.  "This is my ship."

   "Lara, honey, there's nothing here," Cynthia began.  Then she gasped.
Suddenly she saw it, a huge metallic object right in front of her.  "Holy
fuckin' shit," she gasped aloud.  "Oh my God!"

   A door on the side of the now visible luminous vessel opened silently.
"Come inside with me quickly," Lara whispered.  "I must cloak it again before
anyone else sees it."

   Cynthia stepped inside the craft.  Her head was spinning.  "Oh my God,
Lara," she mumbled once again.  "I had no idea -."

   "I know you didn't," Lara laughed.  The emotional delight she felt was
overwhelming.  Impulsively she reached out to embrace Cynthia, pulling her
friend up against her automatonic body and kissing her hard.  "God, I want
more sex," she whispered in her ear.  "My sexual appetite is so strong.  It
compels me.  We simply must make love again right now here inside my ship."

   "God, Lara," she gasped, backing off.  "Shit, you really _aren't_ nuts,
are you?  This really is some kind of space ship; and that means you really
are some kind of -."

   "Yes, I said that before, Cynthia.  I'm indeed an alien being, not human.
But don't fear.  I still need to experience more sexual pleasure from you.
It doesn't matter that I'm an alien."

   "It matters to me," Cynthia muttered, still in shock.  "God, I don't
believe this.  I've been fucking a goddamn alien."  She shook her head.
"God, I really need a cigarette right now!"

   "Excellent!  I'll have one, too," Lara grinned eagerly.  "Smoking in the
ship excites me almost as much as the idea of fucking here."  She approached
a metallic wall and raised her hand.  "But first I will replenish my power so
I can continue to please you with it, Cynthia."

   The blond watched Lara's body shimmer and grow increasingly iridescent.
She felt torn.  The realization that her girlfriend wasn't human was
upsetting.  But having continued access to Lara's strange powers excited her.
Despite herself she began to feel wet between the legs.

   "Ah, finally the power flows through me again," Lara said with a happy
groan.  "It feels good!  God, I love having the capacity to feel.  I am so
happy, so excited.  The more I feel the more I want to.  I also want to smoke
and make love."  The still shimmering girl opened her purse to get out her
Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's.  She put one in her mouth.  "We must smoke.
Please, join me."  She grinned.  Smoke began to dribble from her lips.
"Cynthia, I can sense your thoughts and your feelings.  You're afraid.  You
aren't sure if you still want me but nevertheless you still definitely want
my power.  It turns you on.  Getting what you want with my power makes you
_so_ excited!  Don't worry, honey.  I'll use it for you as often as you want.
Soon you'll forget I'm not human because I'll seem just as human as you are.
You'll see."  She held out her pack of Benson & Hedges.  "You said you wanted
one.  Correct?"

   Cynthia nodded and silently removed a cigarette.  She held it up to her
lips and with no objection let Lara light her up.

   "Oh God, that's better," the blond groaned, holding the smoke inside her
chest for an extra long time.  "Yeah, I do want your power, Lara.  It excites
me and I like that.  But I feel funny about you being an alien and shit.  You
understand, don't you?"

   Lara nodded.  She laughed and released a long exhale.  "Yes, I certainly
do."  She planted her mouth on Cynthia's and began to kiss her friend.  "But
I love exciting you, baby.  I'll do anything to please you.  I feel so alive
when I gratify your desires."  She began playing with Cynthia's breasts
through her blouse.  "Especially your wicked sexual ones!"

   "Hey, can I see what you really look like?"

   "You want to observe my real life form?  Sure, baby.  Come with me."

   Lara led Cynthia into an adjoining area.  "This is my true being.  Don't
be shocked."

   The blond girl just stared at the motionless pale figure that reclined on
a table.  "Well I'll be goddamned," she muttered.  "It looks just like the
pictures on TV and in the movies."

   "Yes, memory erasing techniques aren't perfect.  Humans occasionally dimly
remember some details of their examination encounters."  Lara shrugged.
"Their memories form the basis of the drawings you see on TV and in the
movies.  The physical bodies used by our race are quite functional, more so
than yours."  She paused to drag on her cigarette.  "But the longer I'm in
this automatonic body the better I like your race's inefficient but
nonetheless pleasing forms."  She touched Cynthia's breasts.  "Especially
your sexual organs," she leered nastily.  "I love human sexual organs now!"

   "Shit, I'm getting felt up by a goddamned alien in disguise," Cynthia
laughed uneasily.  She looked to de-ash.  Seeing nowhere to do it she tapped
her cigarette and let her dangling ash fall onto the squeaky clean floor.
"Look Lara, don't get me wrong.  I still like you.  I really do.  It's just
that it's fuckin' weird.  That's all."

   Lara let out a delighted little smirk.  "But it excites you, doesn't it,
Cynthia?  Yeah, I can sense it.  I know it does.  The idea of engaging in
sexual activity with an alien arouses you.  It totally turns you on, to use
the vernacular.  You call things like that `kinky.'  You'd even say it's
`fuckin' hot.'  Yeah, I am right, aren't I?  Come on, girl.  You can admit
it, Cynthia," she purred while continuing to play with the blond girl's tits.
"After all, I'm still your girlfriend."

   Cynthia closed her eyes.  "God, you're so fuckin' smart, Lara," she
whimpered before slowly opening them again.  "Yeah, you're right.  It _does_
turn me on!  So does the fact that you want to do it here in your spaceship."
She put her hands behind Lara's head and pulled her close to kiss her.  "Let
me show you once more just how good human sexual pleasure is, baby," she
whispered softly, nibbling on Lara's ear lobe.  "If you don't get this good
sex on your planet then your planet's totally fucked up!"  She laughed and
passionately kneaded Lara's breasts.

   Lara groaned and impetuously hit on her cigarette.  Still leering at her
prey Cynthia meanwhile continued to expertly massage Lara's swollen tits
through her blouse.

   "God, we never understood," the alien gasped, flush with excitement.  "We
never grasped the import of this sexual activity.  God, sex is _so_ fuckin'
nice," she moaned happily, releasing a breathy exhale.  "Shit, how did our
race ever think evolving past this stage was actually a good thing?  It
totally sucks!  I wouldn't trade getting to do this for anything!"

   A shimmering light suddenly appeared in the room.  "Aquillolara!"

   Lara froze.  "What?"

   "You are violating the rules of conduct.  You allowed a human into the
craft without first rendering its body unconscious.  Explain!"

   Cynthia looked around.  She shared her comrade's immediate alarm.  "Lara!
What the fuck's going on?"

   Lara ignored her friend's question.  "It's merely a part of my ongoing
experimentation," she stated resolutely into the air.  "It's merely an
attempt to come to grips with human interest in sexual activity.  My report
will address this."

   "Negative," the unseen voice intoned.  "We approved no such
experimentation.  The present action must cease immediately.  The human's
memory must be erased.  Your human masquerade in the autonomic body must
likewise terminate immediately."

   "But I'm not finished," Lara protested.  Her voice quivered with emotion.
"You can't just tell me to -."

   "Silence.  You are well aware that you are in violation of the primary
rules of conduct that apply to watchers such as yourself.  Personal
involvement in alien species' affairs is strictly prohibited apart from
incidental periodic rectal examinations.  Erase the human's memory and return
to base for reassignment.  This violation of conduct requires immediate
corrective action."

   "Fuck you," Lara muttered insolently.  "Listen, I can't do that.  I have
to -."

   "You will do nothing except obey this directive at once, Aquillolara.
Insubordination of this nature is punishable by immediate reassignment.  In
your case the reassignment may mean dismissal from the position of watcher.
Your place in observing the human species will be filled by another.  Return
with your ship immediately after cleansing the human subject's memory."

   "Oh my God, you're in trouble, Lara," Cynthia moaned.  "Shit.  I don't
want you to go!"

   "I don't want to either, honey, but I have to," Lara said with a painful
look.  "If I don't they'll -.  Shit, I'm not sure what they'll do to me when
I return.  They're right.  This type of engagement with humans is strictly
prohibited.  I can't refuse the order."

   "Then just tell `em instead you want to stay with me.  Tell `em you want
to remain on earth as a human being," Cynthia urged.  "Because I don't want
to lose you, baby."

   Lara looked up.  She took a long hard drag on her cigarette and breathed
the resulting smoke deep inside her lungs.  It felt good!  "Then I want to
stay," she stubbornly answered as smoke burst from her human lips.  "Look,
these humans aren't as stupid as we thought.  Their evolutionary development
isn't immature like we used to believe.  Not at all.  In fact they've got a
hell of a good thing going here and I want to stay so I can be part of it!"

   "That is not permitted," the voice shot back.  "Aquillolara you must erase
the human's memory and return to receive the appropriate punishment and
reassignment."

   "And what if I refuse?"

   There was a long pause.  "You cannot refuse."

   "Yeah, but what if I do?  What if I simply erase this human subject's
memory and also the memory unit that is contained inside the autonomic body's
brain?  What if I decide I'd rather be a human from now on?  What are you
gonna do about it?"

   Another long pause.  "Wait one moment.  An answer will be forthcoming."

   "Lara, you'd really give it all up for me?"

   "Yeah, but not just for you, Cynthia.  It's for me, too."  The brunette
dragged on her cigarette again and smiled.  "I fuckin' love being human, Cyn.
Being a watcher is nothing compared to the pleasure you've shown me since
yesterday.  I'd be a total asshole to give it up."  She finally released
another exhale from deep inside her chest.  "Plus, I can't keep smoking if I
return to base," she laughed wickedly.  "I've grown rather fond of nicotine
in the last 18 hours."

   "Aquillolara," boomed the unseen voice again.  "This is highly irregular.
The decision is that you may remain on that planet as you have requested.
But you may do so only upon erasing the memory chip in your autonomic body as
well as the memory of the human subject now in your presence.  There must be
no recollection of our presence as watchers.  Is this understood?"

   "Absolutely," Lara grinned.  "I will reprogram the automaton's memory and
that of the human subject.  I hereby officially resign my position from the
watcher patrol.  I will program the ship to return to base with my inert real
body.  Dispose of it as you wish.  The life force has already been
transferred into this human automaton."

   "Then let it be so," the voice declared.  "Your service as a watcher is
hereby terminated.  Load your unfinished report into the ship's memory and we
will evaluate upon the ship's return.  Transmission ended."

   Silence hung in the empty air for a few moments.  Lara finally hit again
on her cigarette and then grinned at her stunned colleague.  "Well, I guess
that's about it," she shrugged.  "I guess I'm staying with you now, babe."
She laughed and released more smoke from her lips.

   "God, this is unbelievable.  Do you really have to erase my memory?  And
yours, too?"

   Lara looked up into the air with a telling smile.  "Yeah, I sure do," she
said with a none-too-subtle wink.  "Yep, that's what'll happen."  She took a
final hit on her B&H and dropped it on the floor of the ship.  "This will be
a little souvenir for them when my ship returns," she giggled.  "Those
bastards have no idea what they're missing out on!"  She brazenly kissed
Cynthia.  "Come on, we still have a little time before they expect the ship
to return."  She began to unbutton her blouse.  "Let's fulfill my fantasy and
make love here on the floor before I have to send this fuckin' ship back to
`em!"

   Cynthia understood.  No longer afraid she sidled over to her brunette
friend and kissed her on the mouth.  "Hey Lara, they didn't say anything
about making you get rid of the power that you just refilled, did they?"

   "No, they sure as hell didn't," Lara grinned evilly.  "But I won't even
remember I have that power once my memory's gone, now will I?"  Her sarcasm
was understood by Cynthia but she knew it'd be totally lost on her alien
supervisors assuming they were still listening.  She emphasized her meaning
to her blond friend with an impish and insincere wink.

   Meanwhile Cynthia was undressing.  Her naked breasts came into view.  "Oh
my God," Lara groaned excitedly.  "Damn, I want to suck those beautiful tits
right now, baby.  Yeah, I want to share a sexual experience that's literally
out of this fuckin' world!"

   Cynthia moaned with delight as Lara commenced kissing her breasts.  Unlike
Lara the blond hadn't dropped her cigarette to the floor so she hit on it and
silently offered it to Lara.  Gratefully the alien took a long drag and
returned to showering Cynthia's tits with smoky kisses while pulling down her
friend's panties.  Cynthia was quivering but she continued to smoke.

   "Oh, eat me, baby," the blond moaned deliriously.  "Eat me real good,
honey!"

   "Don't worry, Cyn," Lara giggled, licking her lips.  "I sure as hell
will."  She pushed her mouth down onto Cynthia's bush and began to suck.  The
blond girl's quivering intensified and Lara laughed.

   "God, you're quite the little slut, now aren't you, Cyn?  You got fucked
by James less than an hour ago but already you're primed for more."  She ran
her tongue around the edge of her hole.  "And you think I'm insatiable?
Shit, you're every bit as bad as me!"

   Cynthia closed her eyes and nodded.  "Yeah, I know.  I am a slut.  But I
simply can't help it.  I never ever turn down sex, baby, never."  Without
warning she abruptly winced.  "Ooh, Lara!  Oh God!  Fuck, that feels _so_
nice," she gasped eagerly.  "Yeah, I've been called a slut since I was a
teenager.  I don't give a shit because it's true.  So what?  It's why we'll
get along so great, baby.  I really think we're two peas in a pod."  She
groaned again when Lara began to twiddle her clit between her fingers while
she continued to lap Cynthia's bush with her darting tongue.  "Oh yeah,
baby," Cynthia effused.  "Shit, that's _so_ nice!"

   Lara looked up with a big grin.  "Two peas in a pod?  Ah, yes, I
understand.  That's yet another colloquial expression, one that indicates two
people who share strikingly similar values, ideas or conduct.  Yeah, you and
I will definitely be two peas in a pod from now on, Cynthia."  She again
licked her lover's clit with her tongue while she manipulated it with her
fingers.  "I'm going to be a human female for good so I fully intend to be a
slut, too.  I want sexual pleasure, baby, not only with you but also with as
many other partners as I can find.  You understand.  I know you do.  You
understand perfectly since you're nothing but a slut yourself!"

   Cynthia was writhing in painful pleasure.  "Oh God, Lara honey, you may be
new at doing this, but you're so damn good at it," she groaned happily.  "You
know, baby, that's a good definition of a slut, a nympho; a girl who's in it
only for the sex.  Being with you makes me want to be even more of a fuckin'
slut, Lara.  It makes me want to be super-bad."

   "Bad is good," Lara giggled.  "It's very good indeed.  Now I need to stop
talking so I can bring you to orgasm.  Then it'll be your turn to help me
experience orgasm again.  Right?"

   "Ooh God," Cynthia moaned wildly as Lara sucked her clit with reckless
abandon.  "Oh shit, that's fuckin' good!  Yeah, baby, that's so nice.  Shit,
I can't wait to do it for you, too.  Oh fuck, Lara, keep doing that!  Yeah,
just like that!"

   Lara smiled.  Less than 18 earth hours had passed since she assumed human
form.  In that time she'd been fucked by two different guys and made love
with Cynthia many times.  All the emotional euphoria she felt made it all
worthwhile.  Maybe she'd miss her former life as a watcher in some ways.  But
she couldn't go back.  Not now.  She loved feeling emotional pleasure.  She
was as addicted to the emotional thrill of sex just as she much as she was
addicted to the nicotine that her cigarettes delivered.  She fuckin' loved
it, all of it.  Hmm, nicotine, she mused happily.  Yeah, as soon as she
finished doing Cynthia she wanted to light up another cigarette so she could
enjoy the pleasurable sensation of feeling more nicotine coursing through her
body while her blond lover sucked her clit!

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