by E. G. Wiser
He kissed the sweat from the bridge of her nose, pulled himself out of her and rolled to her side.
She sat up now. For now, at least, her mind was clear, the tingling sensation she had felt coursing through her body lessened for the first time since she had gotten out of her car.
Beth reached for the nearest article of clothing and put it on. It was only an ankle sock, but it was a start.
“We’ve got work to do, Brad,” she said.
Brad sat up, smiling like the Cupid who had just nailed Psyche.
“At your service, Agent August,” he said, reaching for his pants.
Chapter Two
They had placed it in the center of a cavernous room of arching corrugated steel. Yellow caution tape squared off an area twenty feet on all sides. Inside the area had been set up half a dozen tripods, topped with varying sensors whose functions, origins and specifications Beth August was not familiar with. This troubled her a bit. Supposedly she was the first agent from the Department of Ufology to investigate this, but somehow it had already been surrounded with equipment more sophisticated than anybody she had been dealing with should possess. Were there other players involved already? Had the Feds started gumming up the works before she had even got the chance to take a peek? It would not have been the first time.
“Where’d all this come from?” she asked Brad, indicating the unfamiliar equipment with a sweep of her hand.
“Isn’t that from you guys?”
She shook her head.
He shrugged and she gave him a quick once-over from the corner of her eye. He looked good still and the tingling was starting to return, but she pushed that down and tried to consider the matter at hand. If the Feds were already here, wouldn’t the object be gone or the area closed off to her? Wouldn’t people higher up than the governor have already made all the necessary calls to cancel the state investigation—or at least severely restrict it? But here she was, alone with the object, and just one lowly security guard—albeit an exceptionally fit, handsome and well-endowed one—to stand in her way. And so far, he hadn’t been standing in her way much at all.
And what of the object itself? Beyond the caution tape and the mysterious monitors, the thing was fairly unimposing. Smaller than a car, it was matte black and mostly spherical, but with one side worn away to create a flat section about three feet in diameter. And that was it. It did not glow or hum or shoot off death rays, but somehow someone knew it to be from somewhere beyond this world and all that, too, was somehow troubling.
She ducked beneath the yellow caution tape line. Her very blood felt hot, coursing through her veins, and the telltale shimmering sensation behind her face began to return in full force.
Brad stayed several feet back. She glanced behind her to check on him and saw the bulge in his pants once more making itself profoundly known. A fleeting image of enveloping his cock in her mouth flashed across her eyes with the vividness of a film projection.
She swallowed hard.
“Are you okay?” she heard Brad say from what now seemed a hundred miles away.
She thought she had answered yes, but it was hard to know for sure. Her pulse was like a hammering machine in her head and the very air roared like crashing waves.
Without being fully aware of her own movements, she found herself at the object, her hand reaching outward of its own accord. Some force was drawing her, overriding her caution, her intelligence, her training.
The tips of her fingers had just grazed the cool surface of the object when a shock of something like electricity went through her. Electricity, but something else too, akin to a rush of warm, unseen water flowing through her—a flood of sensations, emotions and images, some of them from her own past, some of them completely alien to her. And alien in every sense of the word. She saw, in these fleeting images that were more like instantly implanted memories, the strange, almost gelatinous forms of creatures she did not recognize but knew the black spherical objects suspended in their centers like black stones in Jell-O.
Graceful and pulsing, they swam and entwined in the thick air of another planet. Beth felt both the desires and sensations within and outside of herself simultaneously. As translucent tentacles enveloped her, penetrated her…
She became aware that her eyes were closed and she tried to open them, but with limited success. They fluttered, flickered like the shutter of a projector, creating two separate images blending in front of her. The black sphere that sat upon the floor of a warehouse merging with a memory of creatures long gone, their dark centers still vital within their nebulous forms.
Who am I? What am I? She could not tell. She was Beth August, Special Agent for the Department of Ufology, and also this other thing, this translucent creature of numerous holes and appendages, all of them wanting to fill and be filled, all of them alive with a million alien nerve endings.
But the actual feeling she knew. It was universal. It was lust. The creatures in her new memories were fucking and she was one of them. The writhing appendages filled her with a tingling heat, probing parts of her that had never been touched, mostly because they were parts that had never actually existed.
With great effort she opened her eyes completely, struggling against this waking dream or memory. I am Beth August. I am Beth August. I am Beth August.
Who was she?
She was Beth August—more or less.
Where was she?
She was in a warehouse, standing in front of an object of unknown origin.
A voice was saying from somewhere behind her, “Are you okay, Agent August?”
She swallowed hard and was relieved to feel the sensation as the swallowing of a regular human throat.
She spoke and hoped that her voice came out at least half as calm as she intended. “We fucked on the floor of a warehouse, Brad. I think that earns you the right to call me Beth.”
“Thanks.” She heard him say.
She turned away from the object and toward the handsome security guard. This was real. This was her world.
“Did you just say ‘Thanks’?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Yes.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. Her knees were weak from the memory of what she had just felt. She walked quickly back to the perimeter of the caution tape, ducked under it where Brad was still waiting for her.
“Well?” he said.
“It’s something, all right,” she said.
“Yeah, I kind of suspected it was at least a noun.”
“But a noun not of this earth, I think.”
“Ah-ha,” he said. “I was wondering if that might be the case.”
Beth took a moment to ponder the security guard in a different and more reasoned light. Her head was clearing now. Her brain and body were completely her own again. Even the tingling sensation she had felt since arriving at the warehouse had ebbed into a distant distraction. “You know, Brad,” she said, “you seem awfully bright for a security guard.”
“Thanks?”
“Also exceptionally well built.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me blush.”
“You can blush if you want, but what I’m getting at is that maybe you aren’t just a security guard, Brad.”
“You’ve seen my badge. And is anyone just a security guard, Beth?”
“Yeah, well you definitely seem like something more—like maybe someone who works for the same people who set up all these monitors that you’re pretending not to know anything about.”
He smiled, perhaps for the first time since Beth had met him. At any rate it was a smile that seemed a degree or two more real. A certain sharpness had come into his eyes—not a meanness but a something else that Beth cold not immediately pinpoint. Awareness? Sincerity?
“All right,” he said. “You got me. Can I show you my real badge now?”
“Go ahead,” Beth said. “But do it slowly.”
He reached into his back pocket, brought out his wallet, flipped it open for her to see the
ID on the inside, holding it toward her for her to read.
She read out loud—“Brad Henry, Special Agent for the Federal Department of Xeno-Cryptology…”
“More than a security guard enough for you, Agent August?”
“I don’t even think Xeno-Cryptology is a real word.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, what can I say? The President watches a lot of TV too.”
He put the wallet back in his pocket.
“Okay,” Beth said. “So if we both work for the government, why all the secrecy? Forget the fact that I’ve never heard of your department, how come you felt the need to pretend to be something else while I checked out the object you clearly already knew more about than me.”
“Not more than you,” he said. “We just knew it was here, and that it had a rather extreme effect on the behavior of some of the locals. But what is it? Where does it come from? That’s a mystery to everyone in my department. Which is maybe why someone thought it would be a good idea to trick you into coming out here and taking a look for yourself. Word is you have a sort of gift for these things.”
“And fucking me on the floor back there? Was that part of someone’s good idea, too?”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I blame the object. That and the fact that you’re so hot.”
“Nice save, Agent Henry. I’d hate for you to attribute it all to otherworldly influences.”
“No,” he said. “I am sure I would have eventually acted inappropriately toward you under normal circumstances.”
“You’re sweet,” Beth said, frowning. “But maybe we should get out of here now before this thing has any more undue influence over our actions. I was just thinking about how much I enjoyed your cock a bit ago, which is an odd thing to be thinking about, given what you have just told me.”
“Maybe you should follow that line of reasoning,” Brad said, his hand resting on his belt buckle.
“Or maybe we should get out of this warehouse,” Beth said, “before we both end up as security guards for real.”
He nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
Chapter Three
They took her government-issued sedan and drove north. North for no particular reason other than it was a right turn and it seemed that the more distance they put between them and the object, the better. She drove, of course. The car was leased to her. Maybe he had his own government car parked somewhere nearby but she did not bother to ask. They just drove north without talking until the roar in her head was a little less and the heat in her blood had simmered to a more manageable boil.
He was the first to speak. “So, Beth,” he said. “Do you have a particular plan? I mean, are we headed somewhere or—?”
“Call me Agent August.”
“What about the floor of the warehouse and all that?”
“I claim false information and undue extraterrestrial influence. And now I know you were lying to me about who you were.”
“Fair enough,” he said, slumping in his seat a little like a dejected boy. “But you can still call me Brad.”
“It remains to be seen what I will be calling you,” she said.
His frown deepened.
“I thought we had something,” he said, almost to himself.
“We do have something. We have a strange object that apparently makes people so horny they forget their job.”
“Something more than that, I meant.”
“A strange object that makes people horny would seem like enough, Agent Henry.”
By now they were at least five miles from the warehouse and other considerations began creeping their way back into her professional mind. Where were they going? And what should be done with the object? Upon more clear-headed consideration, leaving it unguarded in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of a city seemed, at best, ill-advised.
She also considered Brad, studying him out of the corner of her eye. It wasn’t just extraterrestrial influence. He was exactly the sort of guy she preferred—handsome, well-built and with a brain that knew how to use the tools nature had been kind enough to give him. It didn’t hurt any that they were in the same line of work. How much easier would it be to chatter over post-coital breakfasts with someone who also knew that the universe was enormous, well populated and always leaving its toys around? The most recent and closest thing she’d had to a boyfriend had ended because of secrets—and they had all been hers. Classified secrets.
She pulled the car to a curb and killed the engine. The street they were on was tree lined, with nice houses set at respectable distances from each other. It seemed a place as far away from a warehouse containing an unknown object of unfathomable aphrodisiacal properties as she could imagine. What could happen on these well-manicured lawns, behind these double-paned windows and winterized walls? She imagined families watching television shows, eating their suppers off plates balanced on their laps in front of the TV. Did they know that they did not inhabit this universe alone? That there were myriad passionate creatures living and dying around them, not just above them in space, but in dimensions they could not access, right beside them now on their floral-patterned couches…
As Beth had told Brad in the warehouse, she had seen plenty.
As they sat silently in the car in the shadow of a tree, a couple walked toward them on the sidewalk. A young man and woman, both in their early twenties, attractive, normal enough-looking. They were holding hands. Beth was almost about to mutter something mildly cynical about young love when the couple stopped, leaned against a tree about thirty feet away and began kissing. The kissing quickly escalated, with the man’s hand sliding under the woman’s shirt, the woman’s hands sliding into the man’s pants, their hips grinding against each other in a distinctively urgent fashion.
“Hm,” she said, glancing over at Brad, who was also studying the couple, a look that was something like concern creeping into his face.
“That seems rather…bold,” he said. “Out in the open like that…”
On cue, the young woman by the tree tore open the young man’s pants to reveal an impressively raging hard-on.
“Just a little,” Beth said.
She looked around to see if anyone else in the neighborhood had noticed this rather amorous display. And someone had. Directly across the street the mailman had dropped his bag of mail and was furiously stroking his cock.
“Spring is in the air,” Brad said quietly, even a little grimly—as grimly as anyone can say a thing like ’spring is in the air’.
“Spring is never this much in the air. This is the object’s doing.”
“That’d be my guess, but from five miles away? And so far you and I haven’t jumped into the back seat. How are you feeling?”
“Oh, I could fuck,” she said, “but it’s not so overwhelming now that I can’t do my job first. How about you?”
“I could fuck too,” he said.
She waited. She nudged him on with the raising of an eyebrow.
He continued, “And that other stuff too. The doing my job stuff. Like you said…”
“Good dog,” she said.
The young couple was flat out fucking in the yard now, and the mailman had squirted his load halfway across the street and looked like he might be considering having another go at it.
Brad said. “Maybe I better call my boss.”
“I’ll call mine, too, “she said, pulling out her phone, opening the car door and stepping outside for privacy.
“Careful out there,” he said.
She thought he was joking and was about to throw some line back, but the look on his face showed that he meant it, so she just nodded, stepped out of the car, closed the door and called the governor.
It was not normal for a Special Agent of the Department of Ufology to call the governor directly, but Beth August was a bit more special than most Special Agents. She had gone to college with the governor, had held her hair a couple of times after some late-night pub crawling sessions had gotten out of hand and had served on the
governor’s security detail before the Department of Ufology had been created. The governor trusted her, not just with her life, but with something even harder to trust someone with—her secrets.
While she listened to the phone ring on the other end, Beth found herself walking toward the young couple still fucking in the yard several houses down. They did not stop or even slow down. And slowing down might have been advisable—if only for variety’s sake. Beth preferred it when the man alternated the rhythm of his pumping a little. It was no good to start out in fifth gear and stay there until someone crossed the finish line.
What the hell? Forget about sex for now. There is big stuff happening. Big alien stuff.
She was close enough to the couple now to see the impressive length of the young man’s cock as it pulled mostly out of the young woman’s neatly trimmed, well enflamed and glistening pussy before plunging back inside again.
Big alien stuff. Beth licked her lips.
The girl on the lawn looked over, met Beth’s gaze straight on and pulled the young man deeper inside her with her hands gripping his ass, nails digging in.
The governor finally answered. She sounded breathless.
“Sorry, Elizabeth,” the governor said. “I was on the treadmill.”
“It’s good to stay in shape,” Beth muttered, as the young woman on the lawn—now less than twenty feet away—turned over onto all fours, raising her ass invitingly in the air as she rested on her elbows in the grass and continued to look Beth in the eye. The young man, for his part, seemed fully oblivious to anything that was not his cock and where his cock was and what his cock was doing.
“Uh…yeah,” the governor said. “Are you okay, Elizabeth? You sound a little off.”
“I am a little off,” Beth said. “This object you sent me to investigate. It’s unlike anything we’ve dealt with before. I’m not sure what it is, exactly. It seems more xeno-organic than a spaceship. And it has certain…properties…”