Alien Opportunities Ch.3 : Alien Practices Part 3

    The sounds of orgasm had ceased next door. Chris heard light footsteps in the corridor. Braidt entered the room. Chris turned his head from the naked Credardt to his employer. Braidt was naked too, she had not bothered to dress after her latest sexual exercise, reminiscent of last night. She was covered in sweat, and the release of her sexual fluids had made her legs wet and shiny. The strong smell of fresh vaginal juices invaded Chris’s nostrils, but was not unpleasant to him now. It conjured the memories of last night.

    “Hello Chris,” she said the Earth greeting, and nodded an alien one to her husband’s daughter. “I am pleased to see you have come to work again today. I worried for you when you left last night. This is my friend Argibal.” She spread her arm to signal a squat goblin looking alien man who followed her naked into the room, evidently the alien with whom she had been having sex.

     “You are the Earth man Braidt has told me about?” said the alien, obviously satisfied that his guess was correct. “It is good to meet you.” Both he and Braidt sat together on a small settee near Credardt, Braidt upon Argibal’s knee. Chris had never before been in a room with more than one naked alien, and now there were three. He was the only person dressed.

     “I see you and Credardt are getting to know one another,” said Braidt, encouraging conversation.

     “He says he cannot help me to relax,” said Credardt, without thought for Chris’s modesty, but also without bitterness at the rejection.

     “Chris you know that you can relax with Credardt if you wish. There is no rule against this,” said Braidt, also without any trace of jealousy, for it was she who had been with him last night. “Humans are often reluctant to begin, we find. They like sex, are obsessed with it, but your rules are so strong that many of you will not break them without persuasion. Your reaction is quite normal, for a human.”

      Chris felt like a child, to be having this conversation, in front of two strangers, as if he were to be coaxed or made to feel that his reluctance was in some way unusual. It was embarrassing, but the aliens seemed to use different rules to the ones he was so used to.

     “Why don’t you relax with Credardt?” suggested Braidt. “I think you would enjoy her, as you did last night with me.” These aliens were insatiable Chris thought. He had thought he was coming to know them, but last night had changed everything. He was finding what they were really like. Were the interesting conversations, the friendly empathy, the job at the house, and even the trading company itself, just an excuse to gain access to human employees so they could persuade them, or oblige them, to take part in sexual games, or abuse.

     “I am not here to relax,” said Chris. “I am here to work.” Chris sounded to himself like a workaholic, but it was a defence against Braidt’s psychological attack.

    Credardt said, “It’s alright Chris. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. I imagine you had enough sex with Braidt yesterday. Probably you don’t need any more.”

     “I feel confused,” said Chris. “Last night was an experience, but I am not sure I should be having sex with aliens. Somehow it doesn’t seem to be right.”

     “We have been studying your race,” said Credardt, “as we live amongst you. Your treasures are very great, and your skills. We are jealous of you in so many ways. But one thing we cannot understand is why so many of you are kept in such a state of unhappiness because you deny yourselves sexual companionship. Why is this Chris?”

      “As I said before I have been unfortunate, and lacking in confidence. Women do not seem to be very interested in me. But I am not particularly typical. Most men seem to be able to get a girlfriend or a wife, and most women seem to find men.”

      “But why do they have one lover at a time, when it is so evident that they wish for variety, and when loneliness or boredom could be so easily rectified?” asked Braidt. She was sat upon the knees of her lover Argibal, who was fondling torso again as she spoke, oblivious to the presence of Chris and Credardt.

     “Some of our people are very promiscuous,” he explained, “but as they grow older they settle down to look after their families. The pressures of work and family responsibility dictate that couples remain largely loyal to each other, but we are free to make whatever relationships we wish.”

      “It seems to me that this supposedly ‘free’ system has not favoured you,” suggested Braidt as Argibal gently stroked the lips of her sexual passageway. She held the goblinesque creature’s large penis in one hand, against her back, massaging it slowly, despite having only recently engaged the alien in sex, in her room. Chris was startled by this gradual restarting of their lovemaking in front of his eyes. Partly he was offended by the knowledge of Braidt’s disregard for his sensibilities, had she so little respect for him. But at the same time he was fascinated. Real sex had been such an unattainable treat for him in the past, despite the ‘sexual revolution’ of past years, that he craved any sexual crumbs he could acquire. For him the observation of others in the act of sex was a fantasy which went beyond the consumption of pornographic videos in its appeal. He was held back in his appreciation of the act mainly because these were aliens, not so attractive to him as humans, and because he was embarrassed, and a little angry that he was the target of this gratuitous performance. He felt that he had been brought here ostensibly for work, and this crude attempt to presumably involve him in their sexual games was a kind of abuse of his trust.

   “You see Chris we do not have your loyalty rules,” explained Credardt, taking over the conversational lead from Braidt, who reclined in relaxed openness upon Argibal’s squat frame as his right hand massaged her open orifice. “We all relax with each other whenever we feel like it. There are no limitations, except with our children, and by our own consent or desires.”

     “I did not know that,” said Chris. “But what of your marriages, what do they mean. I thought that Braidt was married to Urilt. This is Urilt’s house. Does he approve, or has he approved of her making love to me or to Argibal?” He found he could not address Braidt directly as she appeared to have retreated into a more distant sexual state.

      “I can engage with anyone I wish,” replied Braidt breathlessly, regardless of Chris’s reluctance. “Urilt is my supporter, protector, my manager if you like, a leader of our clan. Together we have produced offspring. Together also we engage with our friends, visitors and clan members alike, Starmanenan and human alike, when we wish to, which is often. Urilt encourages us all to relax and to be happy.”

    It appeared Braidt intended to tempt him to join in this bizarre exhibitionist ritual. Chris was quite convinced that she was continuing this sex with Argibal for his own benefit. “Is this the work you intended for me all along, to be a sexual playmate in your household?” He asked this because he wanted to hear the truth. If he now rejected such a path would he be ostracised from the house, but continue to function in the office, which conducted a trade which he already knew was legitimate and genuine. Perhaps they would eject him from their employment altogether. He knew he did not want that, because the work was enjoyable and was opening new doors for him. He was excited to think that Credardt had offered herself to him, and that Braidt was attempting to arouse him with this shameless display of crudity. If they had been human he would have watched and been willing to participate. He had dreamed in recent years of enacting the forbidden rituals of orgiastic behaviour, but the grey life of modern life had never offered it to him. But these were not his people. He could not deny that Braidt and Credardt, an even fresher version of Braidt, were womanly and tempting, but he could not be satisfied by such aliens. Argibal repulsed him. The thought of Argibal egging him on to enter one of the females was humiliating. He wanted human women, not these strangers.

     “You do not have to do anything you don’t wish,” said Credardt. “If your presence here among us disturbs you we could arrange for you to work only at the office.”

     “We are happy for you to talk to us and to serve us when you are here, but you cannot expect us to change our normal behaviour. This is our home,” Braidt talked as she pulled sensitively on Argibal’s large penis. Chris presumed she was enjoying this exhibition of herself. Did she find his presence and observation exciting, because he was human or because she enjoyed being watched?

     He was poised to excuse himself from the company of these exhibitionists. He would go to another room and find some productive way of amusing himself. However he held himself back. He was discovering more about these people than he would have guessed by observing from a distance. By working with them, talking to them, and now by ‘working’ in their home he was finding out what really motivated them. He had thought they were interested in trade, and, above all, by Earth’s cultural products, but now he was seeing the other side of the picture, perhaps the side which was more truthful. He suspected the aliens were really here to satisfy an obsession with human’s bodies.  They wanted humans to be their servants, because they found them attractive. In particular they wanted humans as sexual servants. They had so far used persuasion to allow Braidt to use him as a sexual object and no more, but this was probably only the beginning. This exercise was to soften him up. Perhaps later he would be made to feel obliged to perform for them. He had every right to feel wary. Even so he did not feel under any immediate threat. They appeared kind and had not really forced anything upon him yet. He would stay here and observe whatever display they would present, the sooner to learn their true nature and limits. Only then could he judge them properly, and be faced with the decision of whether he should join those who advocated resistance against the aliens, or tolerate their sexual obsessions, knowing them to be harmless.